My fiancée has apparently decided that oral service needed analytics.
I found this out when she casually informed me after I’d finished serving her that I’d earned an 82.
An 82?
“What the fuck does that mean?”
She smiled and showed me the scorecard she’d created on her phone. Not only had this woman been grading me, she’d developed fucking categories. Enthusiasm. Attention. Responsiveness. Patience. Following directions. Creativity. Endurance. And something called “overall attitude,” which I immediately objected to because that sounded suspiciously subjective.
She deducted another point for arguing with the judge.
I should explain that she doesn’t actually need a scorecard to motivate me. I genuinely love going down on women. I’m already the idiot who hears “get on your knees” and thinks, awesome, my evening just improved. There was absolutely no practical reason to turn something I enthusiastically do into a performance review.
Which, obviously, is exactly why she did it.
The categories became increasingly ridiculous. Apparently “enthusiasm” and “excessive enthusiasm” are two different things. Following instructions gets points, but needing too many instructions loses them. Being eager is good. Being impatient is not. Stopping because I thought she wanted me to stop is apparently a judgment error. Stopping when she actually tells me to stop is mandatory, but somehow doesn’t qualify for bonus points.
This grading system is fucking rigged.
Then I discovered there are bonus points.
That changed everything.
Suddenly I was asking questions about scoring methodology like a student desperately trying to save his GPA. Is there extra credit? Can previous scores be replaced? Is this graded on a curve? What’s the highest score anyone has received? Most importantly, who the fuck is “anyone”?
She refused to answer that last one.
Now she’ll occasionally give me a score afterward without explanation. “Seventy-nine.” Or, “Much better, ninety-one.” Once she just looked down at me and said, “Needs improvement.”
That one haunted me for three fucking days.
The worst part is that this completely unnecessary system works. I know it’s arbitrary. I know she’s making up half the rules as she goes. I know the entire purpose is to fuck with my head and turn something I already love doing into another opportunity for her to exercise control over me.
And yet I desperately want a hundred.
Goddammit.
A dominant wife can make or train her partner submissive and obedient servant for fulfilling her desire to become a perfect queen
Proper training and punishments make a man submissive to his mistress always
Once a man becomes addicted to Femdom, he can’t escape from that bond.
Then her submissive husband always think, how to please his bossy wife
As a femdom slave, I several times try to escape from the bond, but lt make me more submissive to dominant mistress
And I love it to be known known as a slave for my partner
Suman 667