If you enjoy small penis humiliation, I can assure you that you’ll enjoy it with me! You see, I can be a bit of a mean girl when I want to be. I’m usually pretty nice, but I do have a mean streak that comes out when I see a guy with a small cock. I just can’t help myself! It’s practically a reflex, at this point.
Do You Qualify For Small Penis Humiliation?
If you’re wondering if you qualify for small penis humiliation (SPH), you do. Why am I so sure of that, you ask? Because if you had a cock that was big enough, you wouldn’t have to wonder about it. You’d already know. So the very fact that you’re unsure means it’s too small. Next question.
But if you want a number to determine what’s small and what isn’t, I suppose I’ll indulge you. In my opinion–and we all know mine is what it’s important here–anything below seven inches counts as a small penis. Yes, I know that 5.5 inches is “average,” but come on. Has anyone ever wanted something “average” for anything? Of course not. We all want something that’s above average because we all think we deserve it. Nobody is interested in your mediocre 6-inch dick.
Of course, thickness comes into play, too. If you have a 9-inch pencil dick, I’m still going to laugh at you because what does a beautiful Princess like me want with a car antenna? Absolutely nothing, that’s what. And any other beautiful Princess will tell you the exact same thing.
SPH Means My Dick Is Bigger Than Yours
The thing about humiliation with a girl like me is that we can compare cock sizes. That’s always a fun game to play. We both pull out our dicks, and then you hold yours up to mine for comparison. Mine will undoubtedly be much bigger than yours, which means we can move on to the next stage in small penis humiliation, which is me laughing at you.
I find small cocks to be hilarious. There’s really nothing more humiliating for a small-dicked dude than for the hot girl he’s trying to get with to a.) laugh at his dick, and b.) have her own dick that’s way bigger than his. There’s no coming back from that, my dude.
How I Can Humiliate You
There are a lot of ways that small penis humiliation with me can go. I can just tell you how small it is and laugh at you for having such a tiny one, which is a perennial favorite. Or I can have you do humiliating things for my amusement while you have such a small cock.
For example, maybe I’ll have a CFNM party with some of my other gorgeous t-girl friends. You’ll get naked for us, and we’ll all laugh at you. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? It does to me!
Or perhaps I’ll turn you into a little panty boy for my entertainment. I can put you in a pair of mine! Now, just because a person wears panties doesn’t mean their dick is small. I’m a testament to that, obviously. But with something as small as yours in your pants, you might as well call it a clit and cover it with panties.
Then, there are several other ways I can embarrass you with small penis humiliation. But I won’t spoil the surprise on all of them just yet. If you give me a call, though, for some small penis humiliation phone sex, I’ll definitely let you know what I’ve got in mind for you!
Hi Goddess, you excel at SPH and laughing at me. If you’ve never had a session with The Princess you are missing a very humiliating time. And yes she can be mean, very mean. Must be why I adore her.
I walk into a bar and sit down at the counter. I notice you out of the corner of my eye sitting a table with several of your girlfriends, but I only came to the bar to relax after work and I’m not exactly good at being forward with my women.
After my third beer, the bartender finally says “You’re pathetic, you keep glancing over at her, but you have yet to ask her if you can buy her a drink. Shall I ask for you?”
I didn’t realize I was being that obvious but I guess I was, so I finally get off the stool and ask you if I can buy you a drink.
You size me up and down with your eyes, and finally whisper something in the ear of one of your friends. She then sizes me up and down with her eyes, and replies to you outloud “Maybe, it is kind of hard to tell, go for it.”
You get up from the table and then follow me back to the bar and we start chatting.
“If you don’t mind,” I ask, “what was that about?”
You reply “I’m not saying anything is going to happen, but I don’t do guys with small dicks.”
My mind starts racing, I know I’m not small, and I know I have a chance to take you home.
We leave the bar and at your insistence, go back to your place. I start slip my hand up the back of your skirt to grasp your cheek and you quickly bat it away.
“Not yet,” you say, “I’m not yet convinced you meet my standards.”
I’m a bit confused because you invited me to your home but consent is important to me and I realize I jumped the gun–assuming I had it when I did not.
“What can I do to assure you?” I asked.
“Like I said earlier,” you reply, “I don’t do guys with small dicks.”
“So you want me to drop my pants?” I ask, a bit confused.
“That’s the idea.” you reply.
So I drop my pants and my boxers, exposing my already half-erect cock to the air and full view.
Your eyes roll and your head shakes and you giggle a bit, and then say “Dammit, that’s what I was afraid of. Oh well.”
I quickly reply “Oh come on, I’m a grower, not a shower. When fully hard it’s almost six inches!”
You then giggle at me some more and state “Oh sweetie, if it isn’t worthy of worship, it is small.”
“Worthy of worship?” I ask, “What does that mean?”
You then lift your skirt and I can see the bulge in your panties. I wasn’t expecting you had a cock, let alone one that had such a bulge in your panties, and I suddenly felt strangely turned on.
“Seems your little wiener knows when respect is due, it’s now standing at full attention!” you declare.
I look down and yes, indeed it is.
You then tell me “You can leave if you want to, or you can drop to your knees and give my cock the worship it deserves so my night isn’t completely wasted.”
Never having worshiped a cock before, part of me wants to leave, but you are just so beautiful and my knees just become completely weak and before I realize what I am doing I have already dropped to my knees.
My cock may not be getting any action tonight, but I know you are right. That bulge in your panties—it deserves my worship and it would be wrong for me to deny it what it clearly deserves.
As I start to kiss the cock mound in your panties, my hand reaches down to towards my cock and you then gently but firmly tap my head.
“No,” you command, “All your pathetic appendage gets to do is stand at attention. For now, anyway. I may cage it later.”
Not knowing how to respond, I just put my hands behind my back.
“Yes, Mistress,” you instruct me, “That is how you reply.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I respond. Dominant women have always turned me on, especially when they are incredibly attractive. I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me up…