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The NND Sex Game
Dispute Management and Conflict Resolution
Today I had a problem. My 9-year-old girlfriend Krissy wanted to go
to the playground and I wanted to watch sports. What to do? We decided
to solve our dispute peacefully, by playing a game.
The game is simple. You only need two things, a die and an NND
story. (By die I mean 'one dice'.)
You start on page zero. That means you're not on any page of the
story until you roll the die. So if you roll a one, you go to page one. A two,
and you go to page two. Every time you roll the die you advance your
computer screen by the requisite number of pages. So, let's have Krissy
begin. Ladies first, after all. But first we will add two variations:
Variation one: Every time either of us rolls, we have to stand up and
bounce a rubber ball, and catch it with one hand. The rubber ball is one of
those five to a pack super balls you get at the grocery store, or you can
simply buy one for a quarter out of a gumball machine. If you fail to catch
the ball, you have to do it again. And again. And again, until you do in fact
catch it (with one hand). For every time you miss, you have to roll the die
one extra time on your next turn.
Variation two: Krissy and I agree that every time either of us rolls
a four, five, or a six, the person rolling has to remove one article of
clothing. So a person zipping their way through an NND story is going to be
in trouble: they might be reaching the end of the game quickly but they're
going to wind up naked!
Krissy rolls first. She is wearing the following: a sweater, a shirt,
and shorts. A training bra, panties, and elevated heel sandals without
socks. She also has two hair clips in her hair, which count as clothes, and
two pierced ears. We agree that her training earrings count as clothes but
that she doesn't have to remove them. She's also wearing, much to her
relief, a plastic ring from a box of cracker jacks, which she didn't even
have on last time I looked but which I generously agree to count as
clothing. However I tell her to sit down and quit looking around her
bedroom for more stuff to sneak onto her body.
In my case, I'm not much better dressed. I have on a baseball cap
(which I put on when I thought of suggesting the game, before I actually
said anything to Krissy). I also have on shorts, a t-shirt, sneakers, socks,
and underpants, plus a jock strap in case her father comes home early. I'm
holding a can of beer but that doesn't count. (Okay, okay, it was a Sprite.
It still doesn't count.)
Krissy bounces the rubber ball with one hand. She catches it. So,
she will only have to roll the die once on this turn. She rolls a two. She
advances the computer screen to page two. Now comes the fun part. She
will have to do whatever the story says happens, on page two. (Note that
she doesn't have to remove one article of clothing, since she rolled a two,
not a four, five, or six.). To keep things moving, we decide to count only
the first full paragraph on page two, not the whole page. That means if a
paragraph continues from the previous page, you go down to the next
paragraph. So here's what Krissy reads:
The card inside was quite different from its modest wrapper. It was
powder blue, with pink streamers and yellow confetti pasted upon it.
Opening the card Alicia found an interior of Moire satin, upon which had
been written in bold strokes of black ink:
We decide to ignore the fact that the first paragraph cites a quoted
second paragraph. You will note that this first full paragraph, on page
two, doesn't require Krissy to do anything. How lucky for her. Now it's my
turn to roll.
But first I have to bounce the rubber ball, and catch it with one hand.
Whoops! I guess I've been watching too much T.V. I bounce the ball and
miss it! Krissy is laughing her head off. I bounce the ball again, and
wouldn't you know, I miss catching it again! Krissy is really laughing now.
Whew! On my next try, I catch the fucking ball. I will have to roll my
usual one time, plus two more times as well! (For the two times that I
failed to catch the ball.) This is going to be tough. I would really hate to
wind up naked in Krissy's bedroom, with her still wearing all her clothes.
Especially if her father comes home early!
I roll a five. Things are not looking good for me. Since I rolled a
four, five, or a six, I have to take off one article of clothing. I decide to
take off my baseball cap. Now let's see what's waiting for me on page five
of NND's A Mansion for Masochists:
"Alicia, my dear, I'm sure it is no secret to you that you are one of
the more delightful creatures our men have had the privilege of setting
eyes on," Lilith interrupted. "Several of our men have indicated to me that
it would be most helpful for them if you would permit them to unzipper
themselves as we continue our repast. They have promised to remain
seated, with their members out of view, so as not to disturb your meal."
Wow. This is really bad. I have to unzip my zipper, and my shorts
don't even have one! I put my baseball cap back on, and take off my shorts
as the one article of clothing instead. Then I go into the hallway and take
off my jock strap, and show it to Krissy, making her agree that if I have to
take off another article of clothing, the jock strap will count as that
article. Finally, I yank open the front of my underpants and expose myself
to her. I have now obeyed the dictates of the paragraph above. The game
continues, with my dick hanging out of my underpants and Krissy still
fully dressed, wearing even her plastic Cracker Jacks ring. I sure hope her
dad doesn't come home early! Unfortunately for me, I still have to roll the
die twice more. As I am doing it, Krissy hides my shorts under her bed.
(An illegal move which I unfortunately fail to see!)
I roll a one. That means I advance one page:
"Let us have our dessert in the fashion of the Polynesians, whose
women are reputed to be without any sort of covering over their
mammaries," Beth said.
Oh shit! I don't have any "mammaries," but Krissy insists I have to
take off my shirt. That, after all, is what the story says I have to do.
However I already took off my jock strap, and we agree that we'll count
that as my shirt, instead. To make me feel better about my rapidly
disappearing attire, Krissy agrees that I also get to eat some dessert.
That, after all, is what the story requires. She rushes downstairs to the
kitchen and brings me back a bowl of ice cream. She brings a bowl for
herself too, and some soda, which isn't actually dictated by the story, but
who's going to argue with a 9-year-old girl? (Well, I did, that's how I got
into this mess in the first place, but I'm older and wiser now!)
I still have to roll once more. I do: It's a one. I proceed to the top of
the next page in the story:
Alicia leaned forward and gently undid the buttons of her new
friend's vest and blouse. Her nipples tingled as they pressed into Kim's
long auburn hair where it flowed down over her back. Alicia gasped as
Kim's breasts suddenly sprang into view. They were firm, creamy, and
resilient, not unlike her own. Alicia felt a sudden inclination to touch
them, but refrained. She tugged Kim's attire off her slender, tanned
shoulders, depositing it behind Kim's buttocks in the chair, and then
reseated herself.
Wow! What a lucky break! According to the story, I get to take
Krissy's sweater and shirt off. (Sure, it says vest and blouse, but we'll
count Krissy's sweater as a vest and her shirt as a blouse.) Not only that,
but because the story speaks of releasing naked breasts, I get to take off
Krissy's training bra too. She isn't pleased with this result, but I get her
to comply anyway. After all, the story says she's got to obey. Soon she is
topless. Still complying with the story, I press myself against her back,
and against her long hair. I would love to touch her tits but the story
doesn't let me. Feeling rather heated, we both sit down again. Now it's
Krissy's turn to roll. She's written down on a small piece of paper that
she's still on page two of the story. Lucky for her. If she couldn't
remember, I'd make her roll from my place in the story. I'm on page seven!
Krissy manages to catch the rubber ball, and I enjoy the view, seeing
her naked, growing tits jiggle as she bounces it. Now it's time for her to
roll. A six! She has to advance six pages into the story, and at the same
time, because she rolled a four, five, or a six, she has to remove one
article of clothing. She decides to be sexy and slowly strips off her
shorts. I don't know if you've ever seen a cute girl with young, flaring hips
in little girl panties (hers have hearts on them), but it's quite a sight. My
dick is stiff from the little show she gives me. (Frankly, it was stiff
earlier, especially when I accidentally dripped some cold ice cream on it,
but now it's like a crowbar! Krissy moves the computer screen to page
eight (page two plus six pages) to see what awaits her:
"I suppose only one of the butlers needs to deal with the serving girl,
let us summon the other," Lilith replied. She raised the small brass bell
sitting at her place and gave it a shiver.
Nothing! The story doesn't require Krissy to do a damn thing!
Actually it says she has to ring a bell, and she merrily yells "ding a ling a
ling!" at me. She looks at my hard-on while she's saying it too, to let me
know that I'm less dressed than she is. I pick up the rubber ball and stand
up. I realize she's down to her panties and shoes, plus her hair clips and
plastic Cracker Jacks ring. So I have a chance, even if my dick is still
hanging out. I've got on more clothes than her, and with a little luck she'll
be the one to lose the game first by becoming totally naked!
(Unfortunately I forget that we agreed to count Krissy's little training
earrings as clothing. Girls always have a secret weapon to beat us guys
with!)
I catch the ball, thank God, despite my big long dick being in the way
and wiggling all around. I roll a one. I go to page eight two, and breathe a
sigh of relief as I get the same boring paragraph that Krissy just got.
We're neck and neck in the story.
It's Krissy's turn. She catches the rubber ball. And she rolls a four!
That means she has to remove another article of clothing. She decides to
take off her earrings, which we already agreed she wouldn't actually have
to remove, at the beginning of the game. To make me feel better, she says
she'll count both earrings as one piece of clothing. So, without taking
anything off, but stripped, in our minds, of both her earrings, she proceeds
four more pages into the story. On page 12 she finds this paragraph:
"N, Not yet," Alicia stammered.
Another loser line, at least from my perspective. "N, Not yet,"
Krissy tells me gleefully. I stand up and bounce the rubber ball. I catch it.
With the die, I roll a two. I move up to page ten:
"Get on the table," Kim said.
I read off the line to Krissy. Neither of us wants to go downstairs to
the kitchen half-dressed like we are now. After all, Krissy's dad is due
home soon. So Krissy gets on her bed, strikes me a sexy pose, like she's in
Playboy (or, more likely, Tight) and then hops down onto the floor again.
Then we realize we just played the game wrong. That line was for me, not
Krissy. So I get onto her bed, and then get off it again. Such is life. When
you get naked and horny, you tend to screw things up.
Krissy bounces and catches the ball. Then she rolls. A one. No
clothes have to come off, unless the story requires it. She advances the
computer screen to page thirteen. Oh, shit! There's no full paragraph on
page 13. And it's the end of Chapter One too. I let Krissy off. It's my turn.
I bounce the rubber ball and catch it. I roll a two. It's page 12 for
me, and this line:
"N, Not yet," Alicia stammered.
I say the line to Krissy and laugh. We're still neck and neck, and if it
weren't for my dick hanging out, I'd be feeling pretty lucky right now.
(Actually, considering how sexy Krissy looks, just wearing her panties, I
guess I'm lucky to have my dick out. It would be killing me if it were
trapped in my shorts.)
Krissy's turn. She catches the ball. She's proving to be quite a little
athlete, even if she is just wearing panties. She rolls a two and proceeds
to page two of Chapter Two of A Mansion for Masochists:
"Plop your bottom right down into that water," Lilith told Alicia.
She obeyed, plunking her bottom into the basin, her legs left dangling over
its side. She relished the warmth of the water. The cool of the evening
had begun to give her goose bumps. Alicia's stockings, pulled high on her
thighs, were now wet almost down to her knees, and Lilith asked her if
she would mind having them removed.
What a great paragraph! I rush Krissy into the bathroom and fill the
sink with water. She's squealing as I pick up her light 9-year-old body and
plop her ass into the sink. To make her punishment even worse, I turned on
only the cold water. She's desperate to get out of it, and I let her, helping
her back down again. Now she's got wet panties, and I can see her pussy
through the clinging cloth. With her hand over her cunt and shivering a
little, she returns to her bedroom. My dick is stiffer than ever.
I bounce the ball and catch it. I roll the die. It's a three! I don't
have to take anything off, unless the story says so. I go one page forward
from page 12 and find myself at the end of the chapter. I still have two
more pages to go, which puts me on page two of Chapter Two of A Mansion
for Masochists. Oh, shit! Krissy laughs her head off as we both realize I'm
going to have to sit in the sink. Except, I'm pretty heavy to sit in the sink.
It's bad enough I'm in a 9-year-old girl's bedroom with my dick hanging
out. I wouldn't want her father to come home and find his sink broken too.
Krissy draws me a (very) cold tub of bathwater in the bathroom and forces
me to sit in it. I get out with soaked underpants. My only consolation is
that her underwear is as wet as mine.
It's Krissy's turn. She bounces the rubber ball and catches it. She
rolls a two. This takes her to page four of Chapter Two of A Mansion for
Masochists:
"Oh, let's do take a tour of the house before we settle down," Beth
said. Lilith assented, offering to take Alicia around. Alicia walked hand
in hand with Kim as the two girls were led on a tour. Those members of
the group who were not presently engaged, including Skip, Lisa, and of
course Beth, followed. In point of fact it was only Alicia who required the
tour, as the rest had visited the mansion before.
Krissy grabbed my hand. We walked hand-in-hand around her house,
doing it rather quickly, since neither of us wanted her dad to come home
and find us downstairs, almost naked, with wet underwear on. When we
got back upstairs to her bedroom it was my turn to bounce the rubber ball.
I bounce the ball and catch it. I roll a one. It's page three for me, in
Chapter Two of A Mansion for Masochists:
(to be continued!)
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