Limewah's Hypnovember 2025

Day 5 - Unaware (Huffleypuff)

-Uhhh, i think you have the wrong number lol

Master's voice bounces around in your skull, from one ear to the other, clearing out more space in your mind with each bounce and recourse. 

Forget…

Remember…

Forget…

You no longer see any contradiction in those words. You will Remember. You will Forget.
Your hindbrain will Remember.
Your mind will Forget.
The back-and-forth commands are slowly painting over the thoughts of Master, the triggers he put in you, the memories of the pleasure he brought. They're occluded with new layers of 'paint' each time you hear Remember in one ear, and Forget in the other. The colours and textures painted over in opaque, clear, blank, white…

You know they're still there. They'll always be there, hidden beneath the paint, and they'll stay hidden for a while, but they will be back soon.

The alarm's buzzing has gotten too loud for you to ignore. It's been going for at least 3 minutes. You feel like you could count every second of it. If it just goes a bit longer, it'll give up…
…Nope, you're not going to be able to outlast it. You force yourself to get up, crawl out of bed, and stagger across the room to finally knock off the alarm.

It would take too much effort to lie back down in bed, so all that's left to do is take the earbuds out of your ears, and…

…When did you put those in? Did you forget to take them out before bed? You don't normally listen to music before you sleep…
Aside from when you're told to by M-

-Forget what, exactly?
Huh, why do you have your earbuds in? Did you forget to take them out before bed?
Better fix that. You ease them out of your ears and slip them back into their charging cradle.
When you get to the bathroom, you finally notice your dick throbbing in your PJs, still rock hard, the pre-stains still fresh and yet to dry.
Not quite a wet dream, but close to one.

Damn, it must have been good, it's a shame you don't remember it…
Come to think of it, what were you listening to? Once you've finished your morning shower, you find your phone and scroll through it. The last apps that were opened seem to be your music player and Discord.
The first one has nothing you can see, and checking your deleted files turns up nothing as well. No mp3s or wavs of any sort.
Discord, on the other hand… you notice a strange glitch right away. There's a gap between DMs. One friend's left messages while you were sleeping, and you see the previous evening's conversation with someone else… and between them is a black space. You tap on it and are greeted with even more blank space, just a big grey rectangle taking up most of your phone screen.
You do find a little X mark, so you tap it, and the blankness is gone straight away.
…What were you thinking about? Oh yeah, you were wondering what you were listening to… You feel like you'd recall listening close to Master's words, so quiet you have to strain to listen but you listen because Master's voice feels so good in your ears, like a finger running down your spine, like a delicious honey-soaked cake in your mouth, like a hand gripping your scalp for a stress-ball massage, eyes rolling, lips chanting along with the words, Master's words, one ear to the other, telling you to Remember, to Forget, to Remember, to Forget, to Forget, to Forget, and you eventually chalk it up to sleepwalking, or maybe you were using the noise cancellation for a deeper sleep and just forgot you made that decision.

You might as well put it out of your head for now. It's easy enough to forget about it.
The rest of the day - work, lunch, work, drinks, home, dinner, rest… it's a typical Monday. But something feels a little off. Your mind's just a little sluggish. Nowhere near sluggish enough to cause a problem with your day-to-day life, but enough to tweak at your awareness. Like you're a little tipsy, or a little dizzy…
Not to mention, weirdly horny.

Mid-week, your Discord pings while you're at work, and you surreptitiously check it.
It's that blank account again, no text, no images.
But you stare at the spiral as it twists over and over on the screen curiously, wondering what's wrong with it even as your world melts away until there's nothing but you, and the screen, and the bliss that it brings you…
You excuse yourself to the bathroom for a moment to sit and stare where you won't be disturbed and you can stare at Master's spiral sinking deeper so deep for Master remember it all the pleasure the bliss of going deeper for him as your thumbs type 'i obey' over and over and over and over the pleasure building up more and more with each repetition a smile across your drooling face the spirals reflected in your glazed eyes, thanking Master with each repetition of 'i obey i obey i obey' until Master tells you what a good boy you are and to forget and you forgot what you were doing in here… you didn't even need to go to the bathroom in the first place. There was a reason you came here… must've been the doorway effect.

Maybe it'll come back to you when you get back to your desk…
Once you're there, you take a little time to rack your brains, but… nope, you can't recall.
It probably wasn't that important.
Yeah, you probably just needed a little bit of a break. Nice to get some alone time. Just you and…
Why did you think and for a moment there?
It's just you.
You're alone with your thoughts.
You check your phone one last time before leaving the bathroom - that glitch is back. Weird.
Lunchtime comes around, and you finally remember what you need to do. You need to look at the spiral again and make sure no one else is looking. You need to be a good boy and take out your cock and show it off to Master, "show me how hard at work you are, or is it how hard you are at work~?" yes you smile and giggle and show Master your giggly smile on camera as you grope your underwear for him and let your pre leak out and your dick throb before you zip it up and hide it away and forget all over again as soon as you send Master the videOh… what time is it? Did you zone out all the way through lunch? Damn…

Your stomach growls through the rest of the afternoon. You need to stop somewhere to grab a snack on the way home, just to settle it. Into the nearest convenience store you go. Ice cream on an empty stomach might not be the best thing but, fuck it, you're hungry, it's what you want.

You unwrap the mound of frozen cream from its packaging and throw it into the nearest bin, before slipping it past your lips. The sweet texture and its bracing chill is exactly what Master wanted you to experience, as you suck on it you take your phone out and make a little video, lips closed around it, suck, in and out, back and forth, sinking deeper each time you push down, each suck eroding and melting more of the cream and more of your thoughts with it, making room for Master's commands to stretch out and take up more space in your Good Toy brain, mindless obedient good sucking…

You inhaled that thing, dang.
You keep the stick in your mouth, gnawing on the soft wood and turning it over and over. Having something in your mouth will tide you over until youo get home and have a proper meal.

You Forget again as a Good Toy should.

A fortnight passes. Two weeks like any other. And as that time passes, you feel like something's missing. Something you've been forgetting. You find yourself compulsively checking your pockets and bags. Your keys are always where they should be, as is your phone, your books, your lucky pen. You go through your planner. No unpaid bills or upcoming deadlines you've forgotten about. So why are you feeling on edge? Anxious? Maybe a little lonely…?

That's an odd feeling. One you seldom have.

The text message comes just as you get in the door on a Friday evening. It's rare that you get an SMS. The number isn't in your contacts, and you definitely don't recognise it.

Uh. Okay. Weird way to open a message. Way too familiar. Could it have been an attempt at a cam? Even though the smart, obvious thing to do would be to block this number and move on, something animates you to respond. Curiosity, maybe.

You see the read receipt for the message ticks instantly, and the three dots pop up on the left side of the screen…

Okay, this is weird. You stand in your doorway and keep your eyes on the screen, keeping very still.

The three dots appear again.

-You don't need to respond, either.

-Just read my words, and see if 
they jog your memory.

You keep watching and reading, a little smile on your face. You're waiting for the moment he tries to hit you up for money. That has to be coming. It might be fun to play along…

-Your body Remembers, even
If your mind Forgets. And if
your body remembers, it will
remember how to respond
when I command it to.

-Isn't that right?

…Wait, did you just write that?! The hell?

…You wrote it twice?! Why did-

-Don't be confused, Toy.

-Just let my words float up 
your screen, and wash 
right over you.

Y...You need to tell whoever this is that they've got the wrong idea. You need to block this number.

You keep staring at the screen, and your thumbs hover over the Y and the E on your screen keyboard.

The world outside the screen is Vaseline, a soft blur…

Your head… swims…

The phone vibrates in your hands. The number is calling you. What were you even reading, what did you say to them….
You feel like you could stop this call. You can end it here. Ignore the call, block him, get on with your day…
You answer it before you can stop yourself.

"…Hello?" Your voice comes out like a puppydog's whimper. Why is that…

"Hello, Toy!"

The voice. Oh fuck. His voice. You know his actual name, but it's pushed aside by his title. It's the vanguard of the rushing army of memories that overwhelm you in an instant.

"Master!" You squeak. "Hiii!"
"I know we said it'd be a month, but I just couldn't help myself. I missed you too much…"

Yes, the wager, the game… You Forgot. As you were told to. As you suggested in the first place.

"I missed you too, Master…" you murmur, "I felt like something was missing…"

"Ahh… Sorry to hear that. I guess we need a little bit more training, to make sure you REALLY forget about me next time. But for now…. are you in your room?"

"oh, no, Master, I'm just at my door…" you say, ignoring the irritated cough behind you as someone passes. Your heart's too fluttery and your head's too inflated with happy-chemicals to be embarrassed.

"Well, get inside," Master says. "So I can see my beautiful Toy on cam, and we can make a new file together…"

You will Forget the whole weekend, each drop, each break, each new mantra and trigger he installs in you. But your body Remembers every blissful moment.