Feeling quite good about the orgasm, I thought about how well my revenge was going.
You see, when I was a kid, my school mates started poking fun at me for being different. I felt different. I started to develop feelings towards other girls I could not ignore but tried to suppress. This made me start to isolate myself.
Jane picked up on my peculiarities and started bullying me relentlessly. My school did nothing to defend me and I would grow up feeling like an outcast. And now that I got the power to get my revenge, what better way than to start with my bully?
But I was just getting started. I would make the world a more suitable and pleasing experience for myself. This world who failed me was going to live under my rules now. This feeling of control made me horny again, but there was time for that later. For now, I would focus on the important matters. My toy wasn't going anywhere.
"A heavy looking book will appear on my desk. It will have a leather cover. Whatever rules I write in it will come true, but they won't affect a person I changed through the use of the ring (unless I specify it). These rules won't apply to me. People will notice the shift in social, mental and body rules, and will be able to document them. However, no one but myself can write or delete rules in this book. As I write in it, more pages will appear in the book."
Jane looked mortified at the wish I just made. I told her to kneel by the desk like a good girl and stay there. And to make no attempt at running away or she'd be in a world of pain. After an adorable 10 minutes of her doing just that in the sexiest inadvertently way possible I sat next to her on my desk chair, patted my toy on the head, and turned off my mental link with her. Her faint soothing vibrations helping me concentrate, I began outlining the rules for my perfect society.