My boyfriend and I have an ongoing “number game” agreement, which we tap in and out of as the mood strikes. It was something that arose spontaneously and now still lingers and continually evolves. In short, the agreement is that at any time he can ask me to say a number and based on the number I choose, he gives me a task. We have tried a few different scenarios so I have tried to write about some of them:
The first time he introduced me to the number game was up to a week when we couldn’t see each other very much. Before we parted on Sunday, he asked me to choose a number between 5-60. I chose 13, my lucky number. He smiled and said “13? Good. For the next week, the agreement is that I can text you the number 13 at any time. As soon as you read it, lift up or pull down your blouse so you are topless for 13 seconds. Feel free to hide a little, but don’t move from where you are. Is the task understood?”. The thought of having to expose myself like that in all sorts of situations really nurtured my exhibitionism and I confirmed. In the following week I was topless for 13 seconds on the bus, in the supermarket, in the library, on the train, on the pedestrian street, at work, on walks and in several other places. A few times he asked me to prove that I had done it, so I put up a camera before I lifted up my blouse. When we finally saw each other again we had agreed to meet in town and as I am walking towards him, my phone vibrates: “13”. I lift my blouse as I spot him and walk towards him, receiving a lot of praise for my bravery and obedience.
A Tuesday morning we woke up together and I stayed in bed while he got ready for work. We’d had regular vanilla sex, so I dozed off a bit when he came in to kiss me goodbye and said “pick a number between 2 and 20”. A little confused I said 16 and again I could see from his smile that he was pleased with my choice. He told me to roll over on my stomach, get up on all fours and strut my ass. Then he went to our drawer of toys and took out a larger butt plug, which he put lube on and slowly inserted into my ass. When it was in place he kissed me again and told me that because I had chosen 16, I now had to keep the butt plug in my ass for 16 hours – until midnight. Again he demanded proof several times during the day and I obediently delivered. My own work that day was done while I felt the butt plug inside me and I found it extremely difficult to concentrate on anything else. After work he didn’t touch me at all, except for a few light kisses, so I was enormously needy while my lust was built up more and more. As the clock approached midnight he began to play with my ass by moving the butt plug and right on cue it was pulled out and quickly replaced with his own cock. The feeling of having been filled all day only to be taken hard was both too much and so much needed at the same time. It was really intense and loving to have played with each other like that for all those hours, and then to end the day together. Again I could clearly feel his pride and I fell asleep safe and happy in his arms.
Another time, I think it was a Friday, I had to choose a number between 2 and 12. My choice was 8 and I expected to get my assignment right away. Instead, I went in limbo most of the day not knowing what was going to happen. It wasn’t until eight o’clock in the evening that I got my assignment: “You now have 48 hours until 8pm on Sunday to empty 8 dicks. How you do it is entirely up to you, but I want to see you do it one way or another. You can choose to empty them simultaneously or over eight rounds. Is the task understood?”. My mind was already vividly imagining how I could solve the task and I accepted it, of course. It turned into a weekend where the Feeld was used extensively to “recruit” various men who came by and filmed me with my phone while I emptied one dick after the other. Sunday morning the eighth dick was emptied and I felt really slutty, used and proud to have solved my task before time was up. I love getting to show him how good I can be and it gives me a huge rush to be slutty at his demand.
These are just some of the scenarios we have played with together. Our relationship gives room for this sort of play, but it’s not a set game we have – we do it when we feel like it and it’s absolutely perfect. The great thing about the “number game” is that he can start mindfucking me before the game has even started. Sometimes, for example, he has asked me to pick a number while we are with friends, making me wonder all evening what the number I have picked is actually going to mean. Moreover, there is never a correlation between whether it is good or bad to choose a high or low number respectively, so even when my analytical brain tries to figure it out in advance, I have to surrender to the mindfuck and randomness. I love that.
Does anyone play with similar mindfuck games? How do they work and what do they do for you? If anyone’s interested in hearing about more of these, I’d be happy to write more about it another time – there’s plenty to choose from 😈
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zqspkz/mf_the_number_game
I dont. But yours are great.