Diana's Day

Diana sighed, brushing a long strand of hair from over her hazel eyes, the droning of the teacher a constant background noise. A pencil was pinned between her thumb and forefinger, and she was pouring over her desk, papers laid out across the top of it describing something or other. She wasn't too worried about it, in truth, she was far ahead in this class. Both Lisa and Diana were intelligent, but Diana was the one who showed it most outwardly. She was smart, incisive and confident, and often was far ahead in her classes such that she could afford to let her mind wander.

The teacher was talking, explaining something or other, the specifics of which she didn't really care about at that exact moment. Her paper beckoned to her, inviting her to fill it out, but she didn't really have the willpower for that either. It had been this way since she had arrived in college, ahead of Lisa by about half an hour. The two sisters did not share any classes today, and so Diana had not seen much of her twin since she had talked to her in the house.

Diana shook her head, the image of Lisa standing naked in the bathroom burned into her mind. Her twin, who looked so very much like herself, naked with her collar pressed against her throat. It triggered something primal in the older sister. Diana wasn't sure just what it was, but it was hard to ignore. It was true, she knew, that she was a submissive as well. She remembered the **** test with a certain amount of interest. She remembered kneeling on the ground with a pen stuck between her legs, a belt holding her arms pinned behind her back. Some part of her had enjoyed it, as humiliating as it had been. She wondered how Lisa was doing at the moment, how she was finding her day. Probably enjoying it, she decided. Lisa had been the one to make use of the rulebook first, the one to live out her fantasy. Stripped on stage before the whole campus, made a **** in front of everyone...

Was she jealous? Well, maybe a little. It was an odd thing to envy, but the rulebook made such things seem almost normal. She thought of it, still hidden in her purse, clamped to her side even now. The weight of it obvious at her side. How much their lives had changed in only a few days... just the week before, this whole thing would have seemed absolutely insane. Impossible, and the fruit of a cracked mind to attempt. Now, though? Now they had real power in their hands. Now, they could do anything, everything they wanted. Diana felt the weight of that across her shoulders, and it was heavy indeed. That sort of power, that sort of ability to alter the world, to change fate... how could you bear that and not go insane? Maybe Lisa was right. So focused on her own fantasies, her own desires, she didn't see the bigger picture.

But Diana did.

With this power, you could change history. With this power, you could make glorious, perfect world.

Or a living nightmare.

How sure were you that your morals were the right ones? How confident that you were able to account for the desires of others? How willing were you to enforce your idea of the perfect world? If you did, did that make you a monster? To steal the free will of others? To **** them to obey? But if you didn't. did that make you a killer? For all the deaths you could have stopped, for all the lives you could have restored?

With this book, you could do almost anything if you phrased it right...

You could stop World War 2.

You could end the Cold War early.

You could make sure that no one ever had to suffer again. No one had to die, no one had to suffer. Everyone could live forever, eternally young and proud.

That was the power she held now.

If you had the power of a god, what did you do with it? As much as you could? Or as much as you dared? Maybe Lisa was better, smarter for focusing only on the now. On her desires, and her fetishes. She didn't yet feel the weight of the book. But Diana did. And worse, Diana knew now that with the power it had, who was to say that it had not been used to change the world already? What it could prevent, it could also cause...

World War 2, the Cold War, World War 1, whatever else. Just how much of it had actually happened? Just how much of it had been created? How much of the world she knew was actually real? She'd already made a rule, excepting herself from further rules unless she specifically desired them to target her. Just in case.

The class ended without much trouble, and Diana packed up, taking her course material and stuffing it absently into her bag. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that it was getting close to lunch time. Since there were many classes, and they didn't always share a schedule, the college operated an around the clock cafeteria, though it was nothing particularly special. Still, with all the excitement, she'd forgotten to pack something for herself, and she didn't much fancy going out, so cafeteria it would be.

As she walked down the corridor, Diana absently thought of Lisa again. This time, she remembered how her sister had looked when tied to the rake. Her chest heaving, her body slick, her hair dishevelled, but ultimately, she had looked happy. Content. Diana wondered what it would be to feel like that. To be stripped naked in front of everyone and made a ****, yet at the same time, to know that you still had control and power. To be able to freely indulge, and yet not have to worry. Liberating, perhaps? Diana made up her mind. Once Lisa finished her games, she'd have to take a try herself. Diana felt her lower self moisten slightly at the thought, a thrill of arousal sweeping through her. She grinned, happy that she was wearing her traditional jeans.

Yes, she would take her turn with the rulebook, why not? All her worries and fears would still be there when she was finished. And it would be good to set them aside for a while, and become a... well, what did she want to be? A ****, perhaps? But hadn't Lisa already done that? She didn't want to copy her younger sister...

Maybe a different sort of ****? Maybe she was being blackmailed by someone, and didn't want them to reveal some sordid secret. That way, she'd be able to choose who it was, though it would require some delicate wording in the book. Still, might be fun. She'd have to play along and do whatever they wanted of her, just so long as they promised to let nobody know about it... secret meetings where she would be stripped naked and toyed with, punishment games where the threat of the reveal hung on her controlling her body and her arousal Doing things like arriving to class with a vibrator between her lower lips, and being **** to endure it until the end of the day, or giving blowjobs in the corner of campus, desperately hoping nobody was around...

Or maybe something else. Maybe she would be a corporate ****. Hired on after she failed campus, the only sort of living she could make. A secretary who was not allowed to dress in anything but what she was given, who could be humiliated and shamed by everyone at the company because everyone knew she deserved it. She could be **** to attend board meetings with her legs chained open, or sit at the front desk and serve as she was tormented and teased, made to cum again and again while desperately trying to do her job...

Diana paused, realising she was getting a bit too excited. Her lower self ached with arousal, and it was tempting to slid off somewhere and ease it directly. The rulebook would make that even easier. But she didn't. She focused her mind, and drove off the thoughts of arousal. As Lisa had said before, if they used the rulebook for every little thing, then it would become a habit, one she didn't want to have. She had to remember there were other solutions, or risk the world becoming a series of nails for her hammer.

Diana arrived at the cafeteria a few moments after that. It was a large room lined with tables, spread evenly through the hall. At the far end, the counter, and food was laid out on display. More foods were behind the counter, and people shuffled to and fro, working and cooking. It was an early lunch, but the room was half full, and there was the sound of chatting and muttering. Grateful that no one had noticed her entrance, Diana hurried to one of the far most tables. Hot-dogs were in today, so she grabbed a few of those and took her place, nibbling one as her mind flowed freely.

It was several minutes after her arrival that Diana received a rude shock. There was a general silence that filled the hall, blotting out the running conversations. Curious, Diana looked up from her food, her eyes straying towards the entrance to the hall. There, she saw someone she had some reason to dislike, Lillian. Her skin was pale, and her figure was thin, though not emaciated. She had dark hair, made darker with highlights, and a subtle hint of make-up hung about her face to accentuate her eyes. She was clad in a dress of (what else?) dark material, with far too many curly laces for Diana's taste. Her eyes were green, and sparked with a vicious joy, the reason for this became clear as Diana traced her hand down to the lead she was holding, which clipped to a collar that was bound around the neck of a friend.

Stacy.

Diana felt a deep rush of breath fill her lungs, horror punching through her fantasies in much the same way as a dagger would punch through a balloon. Stacy was still a ****? But how was that possible? And yet, she knew it must be true. Stacy was walking with her eyes downcast, a look of acute shame in her face. She was naked, moving on her hands and knees, her breasts jiggling as she moved forwards. Lillian yanked the lead, making her cough for a moment, and then hurry to catch up.

"Come on, ****!" Lillian said. "I told you I'd punish you for not knowing your place, and here I are. I wonder how many of your former friends are in here? Shall we look for them? Shall I ask them to fuck you?"

"N-no, please." Stacy said. "Please Lillian, don't do that. I'm sorry that I didn't lick your boots, please don't do anything else."

"I don't think you're yet through with your punishment." Lillian said. "Especially since you forgot to call me mistress! But don't worry, I won't do anything too hard on your body just yet. That's why I brought you here."

She yanked Stacy again, making the blond girl quiver. She looked like she was on the verge of tears, the look in her eyes - part horror and part terror - made Diana's soul rage with fury. Shaking, her hands moved to her bag, and she withdrew the rulebook. Quickly, she flipped through it to the latest page, and found that Lisa had indeed written a rule which should have omitted Stacy's position as a ****. She froze, and then looked back to the scene before her, as though not sure this could be real. The rulebook should have made it not so, and yet here it was...

Trembling, she quickly pulled out a pencil, and wrote:

''New Rule: Lillian is not, and never was a master. She has no authority to punish or control anyone.''

Her writing paused, and she looked up, waiting for the scene to change, to alter...

It did not.

Diana felt something cold close around her heart. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. And if Stacy was caught up in it, then that meant Lisa too might be in danger...

She needed to figure out what to do next, but she was at a loss. Stacy's plight tore at her heart, but she was utterly powerless, and worse, risked being made a **** herself if she intervened. She had to find Lisa, but didn't know where to look...