Do you remember the first porn film you watched, the first time you saw a real cock. You were in shock at the size of . . . → Read More: 7 Stages of a Small Penis]]>

Ever heard of the The Seven Stages of small penis? They are pretty simple–as difficult as it may be for you small penis club members.

The First Stage: Shock

Do you remember the first porn film you watched, the first time you saw a real cock. You were in shock at the size of the fuck sticks in the films when compared to what’s hanging between your legs. (The other men have a real dicks) You know at this point that the other men were bigger than you. Other men can please women like you never could. It was too painful to bear–you were to humiliated. To Embarrassed.

Then came the Second Stage: Denial

When you were younger, you had a ridiculously small dick and then you went through puberty and you thought your dick was growing and you were the ‘leader of the pack’ not really KNOWING the truth because you couldn’t compare with the others—or at least you didn’t. Girls would laugh but you figured that was normal…didn’t you. Sounding like you yet?

Then came the Third Stage: Anger.

Once you get over initial shock and over the denial…you probably start to think to yourself “It’s not fair. I want a big dick too”. After all the OTHER men have nice big dicks…and here you are with a little nubbet. You want to be the one to bed all the women…but no that’s only for the real men with real cocks. Not tiny pathetic puny dick boys like you. You are jealous and you are anger. Its not THEIR fault that YOU can’t measure up and aren’t a real man…now is it.

For Stage Four: Negotiation

You’ve heard that size does matter and that gave you some hope—for whatever reason. LOL. You thought maybe you could find a woman who does not mind your inadequate masculinity. You soon discovered that it was not only inadequate for SOME women, but that your dick is in fact inadequate for ALL women (Are you and your dicklett losing hope there) Any woman who has seen you naked has laughed in your face—behind your back—and even to your friends.

Unfortunately, you’ve come to Stage Five: Depression.

Finally, you realize that women have no use for that little thing you call a penis.  She can find bigger dicks ANYWHERE. You realize that you will probably NEVER get to have sex the way other men do—even pity sex seems to be diminishing because as sorry for you as a girl may feel…every girl has her limits.. Women need a REAL MAN for sex. And of course you simply are not that. Are you? You were deeply saddened when you came to that realization. The only option to get any kind of action is to GIVE the action to the real men…by turning into a cock sucker. Don’t be to sad for to long. Its something you have to live with. You have to deal with the fact that you have a tiny dick and tiny shriveled up balls that simply wont produce the testosterone that the balls of a REAL man can.

Now we are coming to Stage Six: Testing

Have you thought about ways to you can overcome its shortcomings and still live a full life. Well, definitely not a full sex life. (You still have a tiny dick) You probably fantasize about how it would be to be with a woman and NOT have to worry about the size of your penis. Eventually, you realize that a woman can love you for your money and your tongue, while she has sex with real men. You wont be fulfilling any woman’s sexual needs and desires those are reserved for real men. Not inadequate lil dick bandits. So you have to test your cunnilingus skills to be able to move on

And NOW–You finally reached Stage Seven: Acceptance

Now, you realize that your place in life is to be a servant of a woman and her male. You know you can never be a real man. You know you do not deserve to have sex with her, or put your dick in any orifice in any part of any real woman body. These things are for REAL MEN ONLY. I’m sure you can watch. Your job will be to give her the finer things in life– to shower her with gifts and worship, to massage her shoulders and worship her from head to toe. From time to time you will be granted permission to worship her pussy using your tongue and if you are lucky worship her ass. But that is the limit for your sexual gratification. You are to serve her and her male lovers and companions. Real men have REAL cocks…you don’t have a real cock which makes you not a real man. The sooner you accept it the faster you can move on to the life that you are doomed to have anyway!

And those my tiny dick bandit friend are the 7 stages of having a small penis –and with the 7th stage being acceptance perhaps you SHOULD join the small dick club (as humiliating as it may be).

7 Stages

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I was working in a full service spa and salon in Albuquerque when she came in. I was working my way up and was . . . → Read More: Cindy and Mistress Ivy Go to New York Part 2]]>

Here is Part 2 of the story written by cindy-in-lace. Make sure to read Cindy and Mistress Ivy Go to New York Part 1 when you get a chance!

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I was working in a full service spa and salon in Albuquerque when she came in. I was working my way up and was well out of the closet wearing sexy clothing daily to work. But I am not gay, and when she came in for the first time I fell head over heels in lust for her. I did her nails that day, and she talked with me like the sissy clothing was nothing. Then she told me what she did and I loved her all the more. But what I remember most was kneeling before her the very first time getting ready to do her toenails and peeking up her skirt to see a sexy pair. She saw that I was looking and I think she moved slightly to give me a better view. This was the first time I did her nails and we talked the whole afternoon as she gave me better and better views up her skirt. It was the sexiest interaction I had ever experienced and after she left–

I went straight to the bathroom and masturbated

The next day I looked up the web site “masturbationfascination.com“. My heart beating out of my chest I called her. I still remember that first call….”Hello”…”Hello, Ms Ivy, this is Cindy”…”Oh my god..C-indy, with emphasis on the C, from the salon?”…”yes it’s me”….we just talked, and yes, she did ask me if I liked the panties she was wearing. She was wonderfully funny and sexy and teasing. We talked a few more times and she became my confidant, keeper of my secrets. Then one day she asked me for a favor. Knowing I lived there she said she needed to move some heavy stuff and would I help. I came to her house and helped her out and when we were done, she came out and asked if I had ever worn a collar. I said no, but was not opposed to it. She placed the collar around my neck, the silver chain hanging freely and lowered my VS yoga pants and took my cock in her masterful hand. She stroked my cock like it was her’s and she began to tell me it was her’s. She sat me down, holding my leash taught and stroked my cock until it I screamed that I was cumming!  At which point she put a shot glass over the tip of my cock and grasped my balls. Cum dribbled down my shaft as she held the glass tight to the tip. She said, this is my cock now, you stroke when I say you can, you cum when and if I say you can, and you will do what I ask, when I ask…now bow before your mistress and thank her as she pulled on the chain.

I kneeled on the plush rug, lowered my head to her feet and said “thank you Ms Ivy, your wish is my command”.

Still holding the chain taught, she placed her booted foot on my head, the sharp stiletto sticking painfully into my forehead and said, in the most loving way, “good girl Cindy, now you may go home. Tonight has been hard on you little one, so you may masturbate to me tonight, but I want to talk to you tomorrow, remember your cock is mine now”.  And so started my long road of loving servitude to my queen and I regret not a second of it. I adore her in every way imaginable, and to simply be in her presence fulfills me.

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Come back and visit on Tuesday for the Continuation…