There's no rush

Your companion may be citing her marital status as the reason she's unwilling to grant you relief from your haze of sexual frustration, but your most recent rule bans Asian women from giving each other orgasms, so even if she were inclined to help you out, she wouldn't be able to do so. You could change that rule as well, of course, but you'd like to give it a chance. It's part of the reason you're feeling so horny in the first place.

When she continues to half-heartedly smack your bum, you realize your rules work both ways and reach over to rub her sex with your fingers. She gasps and, to your surprise, becomes moist almost instantly, nearly humping your hand while you walk along.

"Oh, you bitch," she moans, "I told you my husband's away. You want me to go to bed as frustrated as you, don't you?"

A mischievous smile is your only reply, although it would take a lot more than a quick stroke to make her as frustrated as you feel. She starts kneading your buttocks instead of spanking them, which is a welcome change and one you're not entirely sure she realizes she's made.

"Oh! This is me," she ejaculates suddenly, indicating a large townhouse divided into flats with the hand not groping you. It seems she almost passed right by, just like you did with your stop on the bus and for exactly the same reason. She gabbles a goodbye and hurries up the steps to the front door without a backward glance.

"Goodbye, happily married woman from Kazakhstan. Perhaps I'll see you again on the number seventy six another day."

Now she does turn.

"Goodbye, Asian spank slut from another planet. Not if I see you first!" She grins and disappears inside, leaving you to continue your journey alone.

You live in a fairly safe area, but you'd normally be very nervous walking down the street in the nude, especially at this time in the evening. Somehow, though, you're not, even though your rules make you even more **** to strangers than you would be otherwise. You're not feeling the cold either, despite the late hour. Maybe you're just used to it in this altered timeline.

Your fingers are damp and you bring them to your nose to find they smell decidedly funky. Definitely not as nice as Diana and even worse than Brady. Rather than lick them clean, you decide to let them dry in the air.

It takes another twenty minutes for you to walk home and the street lights are coming on when you arrive. Your libido has cooled somewhat on the way, but you can still feel the ache of unfulfilled desire deep in your core. You reach your front door without seeing any of your neighbours and breathe a sigh of relief as you step across the threshold. The flat looks just as you remember it and whilst you'd love a shower, or better still a long luxurious bath, you can't resist checking whether anything's changed, first.

It's not until you reach the wardrobe that you notice a change. You were expecting your clothes to be different, but in fact you hardly have anything that could be described as clothing in the usual sense. Instead, the wardrobe's full of bondage and fetish wear, including a leg spreader, armbinder and **** collar, to name but three. One of the few items that would cover your crotch is a lockable chastity belt with a removable dildo insert.

You gently close the doors with a sense of wonder. If that's anything to go by, you must be spending nearly every day naked, or worse. Again, you consider a shower (your feet in particular must be filthy), but this time, hunger wins out and you heat up a microwave meal which you can eat with one hand, your laptop open beside you, so you can try to find out more about how your rules have affected the world.

There's so much you want to know, but the first thing to enter your head is what the woman called you on the way home. An Asian spank slut. It sounds like a recognized term and when you type it in, you see you're right. There's even an entry in a respected online encyclopaedia.

Asian spank sluts are an offshoot of the Asian slut subculture,—

You click on Asian slut subculture, which turns out to refer to Asian women who want to be dressed in provocative or revealing ways and molested in public, reciprocating orgasms to as many strangers as possible. They mostly live alone or with somebody they trust to make them wear the most humiliating and obscene outfits imaginable.

Cultural anthropologists trace the origins back to the nineteen sixties, although it wasn't properly identified as a movement until the infamous nineteen seventy-two interview with the Asian-American punk rocker Jenna Wang. When asked why she invited fans up on stage during her sets, knowing they would masturbate her naked body to orgasm, obliging her to reciprocate, she replied with the (oft misquoted) sentence which would become both definition and rallying cry for members of the subculture:

Asian sluts are always gagging for it.

You know why your parents called you Jenna and it was nothing to do with the originator of the term Asian slut, but you wonder how many of the people you meet see you naked and dripping with lust and jump to the wrong conclusion.

The article is replete with images, illustrating how Asian sluts have proliferated from north America through the world, ending up in Asia. You're particularly taken by a front-and-back shot of an incredibly pretty Korean girl whose dedication to the cause is proven by having the slogan tattooed over the whole of her back in huge letters in English and also in Korean script on her belly. Whether she'll be happy with her choices in twenty years, you're not too sure.

Apparently, some Asian sluts fake orgasms so they can reciprocate more often. You can't imagine giving up the chance to cum (although haven't you done just that with some of the rules you've made?), but the thought has you buzzing again and you realize you've been fingering yourself gently without even knowing.

You continue your wiki-walk, discovering that the Asian tradition of women letting men choose their clothing dates back to antiquity and is cited by conspiracy theorists as evidence of a prehistoric pan-Asian culture lost to the mists of time. The custom of petite, small breasted women going topless apparently originated with the Celts and was gradually adopted by the Roman empire, then the church, although has, over the centuries, transformed back into a secular phenomenon.

The third leg of your afternoon's work, the right to touch a woman's naked parts and be rewarded for doing so, came from north Africa at least four thousand years ago, where it was used to distinguish the upper classes (who could afford clothes and did not have to work all day in the stultifying heat) from those lower down the social scale with no such advantages. It is the most recent to receive worldwide acceptance, only becoming mainstream in the nineteenth century.

Returning to where you started, you find that Asian spank sluts are exactly what they sound like: Asian sluts who get aroused from spanking. It is polite to spank one when you see one.

At the bottom of the page is a see also Wannabe Asian sluts, who are non-Asians girls who dress like Asian sluts of their own volition and want to be treated the same way. This is widely regarded as politically incorrect at best and a racial insult at worst, so you decide you'd better check what society counts as an Asian woman.

The search engine apparently knows what you mean by this, because the top suggestions all relate to who can choose clothing for whom. In Asia, any woman counts, no matter where she calls home or how recently she arrived on the continent. Outside Asia, being an Asian woman is self-identified, but most adopt the one-drop approach: any Asian ancestor, no matter how remote, makes you Asian. An example given is the politician who discovered on a genealogy show that her fifteen times great grandmother was a Chinese immigrant. As soon as the shock wore off, she stripped naked on screen and apologized to her electorate for her unwitting cultural insensitivity.

In the same vein, you look up petite, small breasted women (no, not pictures) and find that it's all relative. If the women in your family are all six foot five giants with F-cup titties built like brick outhouses, then a six footer with double-Ds would feel obliged to go topless. In general, any breast size less than the average for an area (which could be as big as the world or as small as a shared bedroom) is considered small.

While you've been reading, it's become fully dark outside and you've finished your meal without really tasting it. There's so much more you'd like to know, but that shower is really calling to you.