Put Yourself at a Disadvantage

After glancing around furtively, you sneak one hand to you pussy and rub it through your clothes as secretively as you can. With the other hand, you write new rules, getting hornier as you do.

Under your company's page, you write the following:

New Rule: Secretaries named Jennifer are free to be used and dominated for sex at any time as long as it won't cause them lasting pain.

New Rule: Secretaries named Jennifer can't say no to anything that won't seriously hurt them on company grounds.

Old Rule: Secretaries are thought of as slutty, ditzy, eye-candy who's best use is for sex by non-secretaries.

New Rule: Secretaries must be humiliated and/or dominated whenever another employee is having any kind of sexual encounter with them.

You stifle a moan as you picture your boss fucking you at your desk and forcing you to blow him. Something about it seems off to you, though, and your arousal plateaus. As you imagine the scene, you realize that you have a sense of...power in it. You check the time and see that it's 9:18 am.

While thoughtfully rubbing your pussy, you pick up the pencil and write the following rules under your own name:

New Rule: Jennifer is left alone and given the Rulebook to write in for ten minutes every day at noon.

New Rule: Jennifer has the Rulebook in her bag whenever she's not using it, but she doesn't notice it until noon each day.

New Rule: Jennifer regains all of her memories at noon when she writes in the Rulebook.

New Rule: Jennifer is unaware of any rules in this book but will find herself compelled to follow them.

New Rule: Jennifer forgets everything about the Rulebook whenever she finishes writing in it.

With that, you put down your pencil and remove your hand from your pussy. The book teleports from the table into your bag. You suddenly lurch forward, your brows knitting together even as your face scrunches up in pleasure.

For some reason, you find yourself on the edge of orgasm. Shaking your head, you stand up and grab the coffee. It's fairly cold, somehow, but you see the time and realize how late you are.

You groan, thinking to yourself that this won't help the secretaries case with the rest of your office, and start to hurry back to work.