Feeling bad about your small penis?

One of my most faithful of followers called me this morning after sending me a list of things that his wee shaft resembled.


"Some things that are close in width (and length) to my penis shaft…

a roll of nickels
a bic lighter
a pack of lifesavers
a tube of lipstick

Maybe you can think of a couple more things around this size?"

I mentioned that maybe it was the size of a breakfast sausage link, but then we decided that was too meaty.

He also so kindly reminded me that:

"It's thicker than a AA battery, a Hello Kitty pencil, a crayon, a
toothpick or a matchstick, but I can understand why it reminds girls
of those things."

He's lucky to have me here to remind him that his wee genitals are the source of all of his failures. It's why all of his girlfriends cheat on him, why all pretty women want to crush him like a bug, why he flunked out of college, and why a certain lady is ruining his life by cutting his funding.
His teeny, tiny cock and nuts are also a very good representation of his whole body. Thin, useless and disgusting.

So if you are feeling bad about your lack of "manhood" just remember that you aren't that guy. Your cock doesn't look like a roll of Smarties with a Rolo on top.

H is for Hands and Knees, Bitch

There is something so powerful and liberating about standing above a groveling male. What the weakling did to get into that position doesn't really matter. All that matters is that I look wicked sexy in a pair of shiny black leather boots that have just been licked clean. He won't be licking anything else so I don't need to worry about his poor tongue being tired. If he makes the mistake of saying anything other than what I instruct him to say he's quickly reminded who's boss by the slap of my strong hand across his face.
Life is so easy when you just say what I tell you to. For so long you've made things so complicated by trying to think with your brain and that pathetic, tiny piece of meat hanging between your legs. Since your little penis reminds me of an ant I'm going to treat it like one. That means crushing it under my sparkling boot while you cry like the little bitch you are. If you're a good boy that I think is capable of learning I'll let you watch a real man fuck me. I have so many ways to train a little loser like you.
Don't forget to say thank you after each painful and humiliating thing I do to you. We both know you love every mean thing I say and do to you. Since you will never be fucking me, your only purpose is to be fucked *with*. If you can't do that right, I have no problem kicking you to the curb.
This is all about me. It has always been and will always be about me. I am the center of your universe and you are a pathetic piece of shit. I just love how you keep crawling back for more. I'm only being mean if I don't enjoy it and I love every second of it.

My favorite call of the night

I hadn't heard from my little piglet bitch boy in about 3 months so I was surprised to hear from him last night. He said he spent so much time away because he's been working hard at his new landscaping gig to make money to play with him.

I had just walked into the YD door so I told him I needed 5 minutes. I love making him wait. While he was waiting for me I told him to get all of his toys, the panties he had purchased from me a year ago (the ones too icky to even describe here), and to kneel down on uncooked rice until we spoke. Of course he did as he was told. He's a pretty good boy.

During our very long call I got to do many things to him. We used a fat, fresh cucumber up his ass. He was so tight since he hadn't played in so long. Then we moved to the piggie tail butt plug(he needs a bigger one or a big black dildo). During this whole time he had a big rubber band tied tight around his cock and balls. Purple is my favorite color so I couldn't help but giggle when he told me that's what color they were turning. Occasionally I would have him snap them just so he was reminded that they were there and who was in charge. My best achievement of the night was getting the little bitch to piss into a condom, letting it overflow onto the floor then drinking the urine and chewing on the condom to make sure he got it all. It's too bad he told me about the salad tongs so of course we had to get those and rubber band them tight around his balls so it's like my strong hands were squeezing hard for the rest of the talk.

So many things happened during our session it's hard to talk about them all. Icy hot was involved for stroking. Dried up urine was licked off the floor. Pubic hair was pulled out. My panties were sniffed and tasted.

I have a fantastic idea for a "Taste of Autumn of the Month Club", but he has yet to be entirely sold on that idea.

He really is a pathetic little slut, but he entertains me so I'll let him keeping talking to me.

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