Sarah Perry, a girl who likes to get bullied.

You could barely believe you eyes as the barista’s shirt fades back into view and covers up her lovely chest again. Your tongue flicks out and runs over your suddenly dry lips as you consider exactly what it means to posses an object as powerful as this, it was unlimited power.

You could change the word for the better or make sure you have a rich and comfortable life insulated from the worst parts of humanity by power and wealth, all of which the Rulebook could grant you. But...you also had other desires. Ones that kept you up at night with your hands down your panties frantically rubbing your cunt until you came again and again or your roommate walked in and told you to keep it down. You want...no. You need to be bullied, it turns you on so much but the bullies at college never go as far as you want or someone gets a teacher and so you never get the full satisfaction of what could be.

Ok Sarah, first put some safety rules in place and then you can go wild. Leaning low over the Rulebook, you start to write.

Old rule: Sarah Perry is the owner of The Rulebook. Nobody apart from the owner of the Rulebook can see or interact with the Rulebook and the owner of the Rulebook will have access to The Rulebook and a pencil for at least twenty minutes per day.

You bit the end of the pencil, unconsciously chewing the eraser to pieces as you thought of other safety features.

Old Rule: If the owner of this Rulebook says the phrase Game Over three times in a row, the world will reset to this moment in time and all rules written after this rule will be erased.

You nodded sharply to yourself, that seemed solid and covered your bases. If needed you can always add extra rules in your half an hour sessions with the book every day. You bite your lip hard, now the real fun rules could be written...