Madame_Crow

Give me tasks that are impossible to complete.

Move the goalposts.

Change the rules halfway through.

Correct me when I’m already doing what you asked.

Let me think, just for a second, that I might succeed. Then, take it away. I’m not here to succeed. I’m here to struggle and suffer for your amusement.

Set me up to fail.

It keeps me in line.

So last night after a weekend of intense shenanigans (we played fraction8 nearly 4 times) I was VERY fractionated still, and very easy. I'm sat in a vc with my wife and our friend. We play together a fair bit and safe to say I was in one of my subby moods. The two of them are science-y types and they were talking about some sort of biology thing (for context I failed bio and chem at high school as well as maths, it's not my jam).

My wife looked in the camera and shushed me. Placing her fingers on my lips always forces me to be quiet. As she holds her finger to the camera I lost the ability to speak. So here I am flustered and fractionated. Squirming in subby frustration at this. She's like "hey since we're going to talk about smart science things you can just smile, nod and look pretty okay?" I start to unravel a little at the idea. While it wasn't stated I should be getting dumber, I was very confused, my head started to spin a little. The last time such a thing was said to me was around 2018 when I was dumbed down in this same situation. Smart people talk while I, the total ditz can only listen to the smarty pants people talking to each other doing their smart things with their full brain. Now this alone would have done me in, however earlier in the call I picked up my tally counter, my personal clicker, the one that now thanks to this friend drops me into trance when I click it. Only for a second of course, not long enough sometimes but enough to get my brain fucked up after a while. He said "I know you haven't even thought about putting it down" and I thought about that for a second. He was right. I didn't want to and after explaining the difference between wanting to do something and actually doing that thing to me he said, "you know while we talk you can also just keep clicking yourself into trance, clicking your mind away." And that did me in. I knew the game was set.

The size of a real cock is kinda set. A guy can’t help if he’s “too big”.

I however, can pick the size of the strap that I fuck you with. It really makes no difference to how it physically feels for me if I fuck you with something smaller.

That’s what makes it so hot. I’m fucking you with a strap thats so big you don’t like it because I want to. I’m fucking you with something that makes you cry because I want to. You’re going to be sore from an experience you didn’t even really enjoy because I wanted to make you sore.

AWW thank you so much!!! It's true, we really do need to as desperate as possible!!

I’ve been trying to up my slutty fashion game and tbf, if i can give one bimbo pro tip: