HypNovember 2023 Writings
Day 3: Mindfuck
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
I fell a bit behind, but not to worry! I shall get caught up~
CWs for this chapter: Mindfuck (obv.); chastity; D/s; nobody's gender is specified; orgasm denial
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How could I be THIS unlucky?
I rolled the die. Another 6.
“Fuck!”
I looked pleadingly at my Dom. They stared impassively and nodded their head toward the die again.
“You know the rule. If you roll a 6, that’s 6 weeks added to your denial and you roll again.”
“But that was the fourth 6!” I whined. “That’s six months already!”
“What are the odds of you rolling five 6’s in a row, though?”
I rolled again.
6.
“My goodness, I do hope you start to have better luck soon. At this rate, you won’t get to cum again until… well, I suppose it would be cruel of me to even guess before you’ve finished rolling.”
I couldn’t believe you would deny me for over seven months because a tiny little inanimate object told you to. I couldn’t believe that you would give the trust and control that I so willingly ceded to you to that utterly wretched piece of plastic.
You wouldn’t, though.
“This is a trick die! It’s weighted or something! That’s not fair!”
“I believe you asked me to dominate you. Not to be fair.”
I pouted, pushing the 6-sided piece of plastic across the table, 6 still showing on top.
“Okay, okay. Here’s the deal. You put that-” you motioned to my chastity device that was sitting on the table, mocking me, waiting for my sentence to be determined, “-on now, before you try to talk your way out of this little game and earn yourself even more time, and then you can go get one of your own dice for the rest of the rolls. Hopefully you’ll be a bit luckier.”
Tears threatened to spill over and I seriously considered using my safeword as I gingerly picked up the stainless steel device and positioned it between my legs. I removed the keys from the small padlock, swallowed hard, and forced myself to hand them to you. I took a few deep breaths, trying hard not to cry as I contemplated what I was about to do. To lock myself up, put myself entirely in your hands, and have absolutely no access to or control over my own body for at least seven months.
Before I could think too hard about it, I clicked the lock shut.
Something seemed to shift in my mind at the clicking sound, and I couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. As I blinked them away, I noticed the die sitting on the table and reached out to snatch it up to take my anger and dismay out on it, somehow.
It was sitting there, untouched from the last time I’d handled it, only this time, it was showing a 1.
I blinked a few more times as the suggestion to see every roll as a 6 left my mind.
You showed me the pad of paper you’d been using to track my rolls. There was a single digit written on it.
“Your first roll was a 2. You’ll only be locked for 2 weeks.”
2 weeks locked never sounded so manageable, eh? *smirks*
Hope any NNN participants are having a nice tiiiime~