Go crazy

The officers uncuff you and thank you for your cooperation. With your hands free you write a few new rules.

• Old Rule: Infections and deceases cannot be transmuted sexually and no woman can get pregnant unless she wants to.
• New Rule: Laws involving morality and decency do not apply to the owner of the Rulebook.
• Old Rule: The owner of the Rulebook's place of work continues to make a profit but is now a sex dungeon focused on dominating the Owner of the Rulebook. Employees take shifts being the masters or mistresses of the Owner of the Rulebook, and she spends most of her time at work.

Having absolute power does kind of ruin your feeling of helplessness, so You decide to change the rule allowing unrestricted access to the Rulebook. Instead writing:

• New Rule: The owner of the Rulebook will always be given a chance to write in the Rulebook once a day.

Not quite a clean break from absolute power. Especially since you do leave yourself the only one consciously aware of the Rulebook, but enough to satisfy your submissive nature.

You finish and look up. The building hasn't changed but you instinctively know there are several basement levels where you spend most of your time. The upper floors are mostly for planning or purchasing.

Mercy the receptionist storms out of the office. She is wearing a skintight red latex dress that ends a quarter of the way down her thigh, almost meeting her matching boots. "We let you out for half an hour and you are already breaking the law." She is nearly screaming. "We will certainly have to teach you to behave in public." She yanks the Rulebook from you and puts it in her purse and takes the coffees. Then she grabs you by the ear and starts dragging you inside while politely thanking the officers.

As you are dragged into the building you see an obscene sculpture of you on your knees with your face on the floor. "Do you like it?" Mercy asks "we just had it made."

Before you answer a young man bumps into you and spills a report all over the floor. The first page is a picture of you standing naked with labels pointing to you. Further pages have close ups of more intimate parts and seem to have articles written about each. You image a conference room full of people discussing what specific areas give you the most pain or pleasure.

Mercy slaps your left breast hard to get your attention. "You're not allowed to look at that. Now apologise to Mr. Fredrick for walking into him" she orders.

"I'm sorry" you squeak out, earning a slap this time on your right tit.

"Not like that! bow! and call him sir!"

"I beg your forgiveness, sir" you say while Mercy pulls your left nipple forcing you to bow low.

She seems content with your apology and leads you away.