HypNovember 2023 Writings

Day 19: Curse

by moosezilla

Tags: #cw:noncon #clothing #CW:dubious_consent #memory_play #microfiction #chastity #D/s #exhibitionism #halloween #humiliation #hypnotic_amnesia #orgasm_denial #pov:bottom #pov:top #teasing

This one is inspired by my NNR game (which can be found here). More specifically, inspired by how, over the past two weeks, probably about 80% of the time I rolled for any touch at all, I was so exhausted by the end of the day that I fell asleep before I could actually do any of it 😭 (Don’t worry though, it should end tonight for me! Unless my partner making me do a bunch of extra rolls at disadvantage extends it another day like he’s hoping it will… I was going to just roll and have no touch tonight to make sure it didn’t extend but then I told him that it would be hot if he made me roll…)

CW: orgasm control/denial; CNC; amnesia; gaslighting

“Dammit! Again! I know I’ve been a bit tired, but this is ridiculous! It’s like I’m cursed or something!”
 
Once again, for the 8th day in a row, I’d woken up in the morning having fallen asleep entirely unintentionally. This was frustrating as fuck, and not just emotionally.
 
I knew it had been my idea to put my orgasms and touching under the control of the dice for the month, but this just wasn’t fair! I was rolling well! Really well! But every time I went to actually enjoy any of the touching I’d earned, I passed the fuck out. Even when I’d tried touching in the middle of the day, certain I wouldn’t fall asleep, I did and woke up an hour later having to rush off to a work meeting. 
 
My partner groaned and rolled over to look at me with bleary, squinted eyes.
 
“Cursed? What?”
 
“I fell asleep before I could do any of the touch I rolled again! I’m so fucking pent up! Please? Please may I touch just a little bit? I promise I won’t cum…”
 
My partner looked at me groggily.
 
“How ‘bout this? You can have a free roll this morning, since you’re so upset about missing your last day or two of touching…”
 
“But… you could…” I’d given my partner free reign to override any of the dice game rules.
 
“Take it or leave it.”
 
I sighed, getting up to go to the living room where we kept the dice. 
 
“And which D20 do we use?”
 
At my partner’s words, my eyes started to flutter and, with no real participation from my mind, my mouth answered automatically, “The special die.”
 
“And why do we use the special die?”
 
“Because the special die makes touching a lie. I entertain when I have no brain.”
 
And with that, I came out of trance, none the wiser, and continued my way out to the living room. I chose my favourite sparkly purple D20 and rolled it.
 
Strutting back into the bedroom, I gloated, “I rolled a 20! So there! I get to cum. And I’m going to do it right now.”
 
My partner chuckled.
 
“You do that. I need to get ready for work. Let me just grab my clothes for the day and I’ll get out of your hair.”
 
The bedroom door hadn’t even fully closed behind them as my soft snoring followed them out of the room; I’d already fallen asleep instead of touching, just like I’d been programmed. 
 
I awoke 20 minutes later to my partner’s hurried “Sorry, babe, I’ve gotta run, just wanted to make sure you were up, hope you got to cum, bye!!”
 
I allowed myself 15 seconds to scream into my pillow before dragging myself out of bed and starting to get ready for work.

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