Ramblingcrow - Rambling Crow

If your girlfriend doesn't suck your cock, I will 😘

This is just incredible - the idea of convincing everyone else that one is a bimbo and forcing one to be treated that way without any changes is a novel and perfectly deviant method of protagonist entrapment! Stellar stuff!

If those new lips of yours are making it hard to get your message across, maybe try putting it somewhere people are bound to look.

The Beginning is a Good Place to Start

So we seem to be living in a golden age of bimboisation/bimbofication/bimbo transformation and general bimbo blogging. I couldn't be happier with this! I have been in love with this fetish for years and it's great to see it really bloom, especially here on tumblr.

But who am I? My name is Crow. I am an avid fan of bimbo transformation, especially slow, detailed descents into ditziness. I am a guy, living and working in the UK. I have often enjoyed the TG subsection of bimboization, but it's not an area I have ever personally indulged in.This is all very strictly fantasy. I wouldn't make much of a bimbo anyway, and if it wasn't clear already, the picture is definitely NOT me!

I have a reasonable fetishistic pedigree scattered across this series of tubes we call the web. My first piece of note is an amateurish story called 'The Bimbo' posted under the name Sissy Emily (urgh!) at Storysite.org. I then followed it up with a much better story at Fictionmania.tv under the name Hidden_Agenda (much better!) called I Hope You're Happy with Your Life. They were both very much bimbo, but very TG. I also put out a slightly better, untitled piece on the MCStories.com forums which was pure bimbo with none of the manly bits. I'll look to re-posting them all here at some point.

As well as longer pieces, I also posted captions for a 4 year period at Rachelshaven.com under the name Crow. Sadly a lot of the better ones were lost after some server trouble last year. Thankfully the awful, early ones made in MS Paint were saved. Oh rapture. On the plus side I did also have some unique and modern attempts at the blog I was co-running with Ashlee a.k.a. Total Ditz over at not2britecaptions.blogspot.com The vast majority of that site is now the work of Ashlee as I have bowed out and I cannot praise all that she has done there enough.

So! That's pretty much my situation. Not really certain what I intend to do with this tumblr yet. I'll probably post a few things, grow bored and complacent and wander off eventually. Hopefully, it will be a fun ride in the meantime.

Feel free to comment, ask or whatever... as soon as I work out how to activate those feartures anyway!

-Crow. 

“hmm, I think that word might be too big for you,” is an exceptionally hot sentence.

Premise: Speech Control

Just a little list of ideas that I came up with on the topic of speech control. Some of these are about in person speaking, some are about texting, some are applicable to both. Some of these I’d like to try, some of these I have tried, some of these I would probably not want to do, some I’m indifferent to.

Word Restrictions

No swearing.

No puns.

Only being allowed to use words once per day. 

Only being allowed to use words from a list of pre-approved words chosen by my partner.

Not being allowed to use words from a list of off limits words chosen by my partner, but otherwise able to speak freely.

Not being allowed to use words containing a certain letter of the alphabet, but otherwise able to speak freely.

Only being allowed to use short and simple words, limited by number of letters or number of syllables, or simply at my partner’s discretion. (Imagine typing out an entire text and being met with “hmm, I think that word might be too big for you,” and having to agree and reword what you’ve said.)

Having to refer to myself in the third person.

Having to refer to my partner by a title, honorific, or nickname they have chosen.

Having to use a lowercase “i” to refer to myself. 

Having to use capitalized pronouns to refer to my partner. 

Limited Speech

Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per day.

Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per text message. No double messaging, of course.

Having to keep track of how many words my partner uses, and always using less throughout the day.

Having to start each sentence with “Please” and/or end it with “Thank you,” even if it doesn’t technically make sense. 

Having to rhyme. Or else fulfil the requirements of some kind of specific poetry such as a haiku. 

Having to ask permission to ask for things. “Please may I ask to use the bathroom?” 

Only being allowed to say “Please” and “Thank you.”

Not being allowed to ask for anything.

Only allowed to speak to my partner in public. 

Not being allowed to speak on specific topics, particularly when they’re super relevant. For example, we go to the zoo and I’m not allowed to talk about animals. 

Only being allowed to say the opposite of what I mean/want. 

Restricted Speech

Having to ask permission to speak at all, either through a non-verbal signal, or else the only thing I’m allowed to say without permission is “Please may I speak?”

Only allowed to speak when spoken to.

Having to be in a specific position - the more submissive or uncomfortable, the better - to speak. Additionally, having to wait in that position until I am acknowledged and allowed to speak. 

Having to go a set length of time without speaking each day. The timer starts over each time I speak. (Imagine it’s an hour and at 55 minutes you get asked a question you can’t ignore. Each attempt like that would mean you talk less throughout the day.)

When possible, set entire days, or even a weekend as “quiet time.”

Surprise quiet time. That is, a spoken or text command, “It’s quiet time,” and I am expected to be silent until I am released. (A potential training opportunity: this could happen many times throughout the day, each session lasting only a few minutes before the next.)

Starting every day without the ability to speak until I have completed my morning routine. Finishing each day by not being allowed to speak once my nighttime routine is done. 

Having a set day of the week during which I am expected to remain silent. 

Having a cost to speak. A mild-moderate punishment for each time I wish to speak, such as having to put nipple clamps on first or having to write lines for each time I spoke afterwards.

Having to trade my ability to speak for rewards, such as not being allowed to orgasm unless I agree to a two days of no speaking.

Trading chunks of silent time for edges. Each edge is half an hour of silence. Maybe I know before I start edging, maybe I don’t. 

Having to be silent until I have completed a task, such as linewriting, or an edging session, or even something mundane like having to stay silent on a long drive, even while playing a board game. 

Having recurring tasks during which I am not allowed to speak, such as never being allowed to speak during meals or while watching movies. 

Only being allowed to speak while wearing my collar. 

Not being allowed to speak while wearing my collar. 

Only being allowed to speak while naked. 

No words, only sounds. Easy enough when you’re gagged, but having to make the deliberate effort to only make sounds is nice. 

Wearing a bark collar. Each time I speak, I get shocked, until I learn not to speak while wearing it. It then becomes a very effective gag. 

Forced to Speak

Being asked a series of questions and having to provide at least X words to answer, on topic. (It wouldn’t even have to be a high number. Imagine having to use 50 words to answer a yes or no question. Even 20 might be a challenge. But being asked to say/text 300 words on why I shouldn’t have an orgasm? Just a thought.)

Agreeing to X number of questions (number could be in trade for edges, or in trade for lessening a punishment) and having to answer them fully, even if it’s embarrassing. (Obviously within limits. Questions I refuse to answer don’t count towards the number.)

Having a mantra to repeat every time my partner says a certain word, whether that word is part of the mantra or not. (Having someone trigger a mantra like this is great fun, especially mid-conversation, or while I’m trying to ask for something, or while I’m trying to explain something.)

Having to repeat after my partner, perhaps modifying pronouns. (“You will obey” being modified to “I will obey.”)

Being tasked with writing up a fantasy, and then being made to read it aloud.

Being Physically Gagged

Being expected to be gagged or otherwise prevented from speaking at all times. (Ballgag might be too harsh for “at all times,” but tape is effective, too.)

Being gagged at random. Not just during scenes, but during mundane activities, such as watching a movie together or doing housework. (I like the idea of being interrupted while in the middle of something, maybe even in the middle of a conversation, and my partner simply holds out a gag. Or sitting at my desk working when my partner comes up behind me and slips my gag between my lips. Being told to kneel and open my mouth, excited to get to suck cock, and instead gagged. Comes with a bonus of being trained to readily take my gag.) 

Being told I can only speak while being gagged, despite knowing it will be unintelligible.

Planning a voice call with my partner, but right before we begin I am instructed to put a gag on so that at no point during the call can I actually speak.

Games

Playing the quiet game, either with my partner or with another submissive. I am rewarded if I win, and punished if I lose. 

Playing a kinky version of Taboo/Password: My partner picks a word and a length of time. I do not get to know the word, but do get to know we’re playing and for how long. My partner counts every time I use the word, and when time is up, I get punished for each use. Tons of games to be played on both sides, with my partner trying to get me to say the word, and me trying to figure out what it is. Perhaps if the time period is long enough, I get a clue to the word each day. I would probably end up speaking as little as possible to avoid it. 

She was (once) an executive damnit, not some beach whore, how exactly was she supposed to get any work done dressed like this (she isn’t she’s the office joke) and how the hell did they expect her to get to work on time dressed like this? (They didn’t, her being consistently late was something to punish her over) They’d taken away her car and moved her into an apartment 6 blocks from the office (long enough so she’d get stares, wolf whistles and proposition’s, but short enough so taking the bus was pointless), she was constantly misstepping in her sky high heels with her boobs constantly threatening to spill out of her top.

And why the fuck did they make her take a Breathalyzer test every single morning and reprimand her (in a formal meeting) for not being drunk enough. (they wanted her work bad, and her ability to make good decisions reduced).

She thought about quiting, she really did. The problem was she owed a mountain of debt to the company that was increasing far quicker than she could even make the interest payments.

Amongst the things they were charging her for was:

- the down payment on the apartment

- the mortgage

-rent (though she was technically the landlord they’d forced her to sublet the apartment to herself meaning the $1200 a month she charged for the place was constantly going in and out of her bank account making it impossible for her to touch it)

- landlord services (they maintained the property and preformed room checks to ensure the tenant was keeping the property in good condition, failing in the check would result in a fine)

- A Cable package that only gave her access to fashion, shopping, gossip and porn channels (anything that might give her information on the wider world was banned, no news for her)

- the plastic surgery they’d recomended she get

- Theft prevention package (Security cameras in every room live streaming to the office but also running a program that recorded a highlight reel of all of her sexual exploits)

- Life insurance (The recipient not her family but the holder of the debt her company)

They gave several company credit cards, all with exorbitant interest rates (36% to 48%) for her to make all of her purchases on (only at company approved stores) which charged her an insane amount of money for the most basic of things ($12 for a a half Gallon of milk).

Worse still whilst the debt she owed on the credit cards had to be paid in US Dollars the credit cards automatically converted into Company scrip, vouchers only valid at the approved stores, if she went to anywhere not on the list her cards would always be declined.

The result being she was forced to eat, drink, read, watch and wear what they wanted, they had complete control over her money and she was never going to pay them back.

She was effectively an Indentured servant for the company with no hope of escape.

#Exec2Sec  #Social Demotion  #Submission  #Humiliation  #Stacking the Deck

Degree, history, re-write.

Raven knew that if she complained about her situation, everyone would scold her for it.  No-one needed to tell her how lucky she was to be working at a job like this, one where she was actually able to use her education.  She had an “understanding” with the head of the department that didn’t take up much of her time, and was not bothered by any other men while at work.

Yes, yes, practically a miracle for a woman with a Master’s in History to actually be working in the field of history, writing textbooks that millions of boys and girls would read.

But what she had to write … !

“While the men were distracted by the First World War, feminists were able to get foolish amendments added to the Constitution: to give women the right to vote and to establish Prohibition.  Only two amendments to the Constitution were written specifically to repeal earlier amendments … .

“When women were allowed to serve in Congress, they passed many stupid and destructive laws, but fortunately they never managed to pass the ultimate destroyer, the so-called “Equal Rights Amendment … .

“”No-one knows for certain what destroyed the space shuttles Challenger and Columbia, but there were women on the crews of each … .”

With each keystroke, Raven felt as though she were writing an indictment against herself as a traitor to her gender, and to her calling.  She wasn’t sure which was worse.

Now this is a stunning bit of writing! Academic humiliation is such an underutilised element in bimboization and one of my absolute favourites! My only ‘criticism’ would be that I would love to see it expanded more - new instructions for spelling, elocution, vocabulary, maths... Really force the new image home and maybe get the girl to fail a few entry level courses for good measure!

Star hadn’t always been like this. At one point she had been a rising academic star. Up and coming in the history department she was starting to attract international attention. Unfortunately she annoyed the wrong donor. It wasn’t hard for him to seduce her. For all of her take charge attitude with her students, in bed she was eagerly submissive. And from there the teasing began.

The daily edging sessions she recorded and sent to him from her office. The teasing of her when they were alone. The little text messages she got telling her to do naughty things like take a nude photo of herself in the deans office. All of it just made her wet and wanting. And over time that built up. Her students noticed she was less focused, less put together at the end of the semester.

The constant teasing and edging was making her mind fuzzy. If she hadn’t had a detailed lesson plan she would have been unable to continue. But winter break was coming up and hopefully her new master would let her cum soon. While they were together at his ski lodge, he made her be his maid the whole time. Using her holes, making her suck him off. Even making her watch as he fucked another woman in front of him.

She was in tears for need, for seeing him fuck someone else, seeing how hard he made her cum was just too much for her. And she begged and pleaded. Speaking without really knowing what she was saying. He told her he had a fantasy about making a professor end her career. So into the camera she spoke. Telling the world, falsely, that her doctoral thesis was plagiarized.

That she had fucked the Dean in his office to secure her teaching position. That she had an inappropriate relationship with a student. That she was a fraud and a fake. Her eyes glazed over with need as she admitted that she had even falsified her high school transcripts in an effort to get into school.

She masturbated furiously to the idea, so happy she had made her new master happy. So happy to please him. And she didn’t think of the tape he made until Monday night. Where he didn’t have her kneeling between his legs during the game. But sitting on his lap, stroking her clit as he told her she had something important to tell her.

The panties he had made her take off and throw out…had been picked up by a student faithfully. One just a bit obsessed with her. And that the Dean loved his memento photograph of her from their tryst in his office. A happy memory before he retired. Star was very confused right up until the news began. With the headline being an academic scandal. The tape of her speaking was played and the moment her Master saw the horror on her face, he gave her permission to cum.

Her little mind popped. And she hasn’t been allowed to orgasm since then. Four years without an orgasm and no relief in sight. For her master had told her, that until she had another advanced degree to lose, she wouldn’t be allowed to cum. Poor girl can barely remember who George Washington was. So now she’s a squirmy, eager little trophy wife. Who will edge daily but never be allowed relief.

I love dress up!