Mistress phone sex holds double meaning. If I’m your mistress, you could just be my married lover. Or, if you have a small dick, I could be your mistress. Same word very different meanings. In the first meaning, I enjoy fucking you. But in the second meaning, I only fuck you if I’m wearing a strap on dildo.
Joey comes into the club every Saturday night. A working-class man with a decent bank account. He never married. And he does not have any fuck trophies, so he has more money to spend girls out of his league. I know Joey, I’ve given him some lap dances over the years. But he never purchased the VIP room with me before.
I have a love-hate relationship with the VIP room. The space allows us to negotiate other things like blow jobs and fucking, for a fee of course. And it’s also a space where men can jack off freely watching me gyrate near their face, LOL. But in this space, unworthy men often expect things they do not deserve.
The girls love Joey. And we love his money too. Saturday night he needed a strong dose of reality. He needed to know that his dick falls short for me. No way would I fuck him. At least now I know why at 43 years of age he never married. And why he needs the company of strippers. A man with a dick that small needs to pay women to have sex with him.
Nothing Worse Than an Alpha Man with a Beta Dick
But I’m not a hooker. Although I hustle on and off the phone for money, you will never find me on an escort site. I’m a phone sex whore and I occasionally take money from men in the club for extra things. However, I never compromise my principles for money. So, I told Joey to keep his money. I refuse to suck a tiny dick. And I refuse to fuck a tiny dick. The only way I would touch his dick would be if I slapped it for some cock and ball torture fun. But Joey didn’t want that.
Joey didn’t want anything I offered in the VIP room. But he got some small dick humiliation because he needed to be taken down a peg. Even nice guys can be delusional about their cock size. Not all dicks get created equally. Some of you get short changed. And others seem to have found what others lost. Anything under 5 inches I find worthless and pathetic. Can’t please me. But Joey had what I call a micro penis. Something so small that it looked like a frightened turtle hiding in its shell.
And when erect, the little fella came out of his shell. But it just looked like the knob of a pacifier. I could not control my laughter. I found that dichotomy amusing. A macho alpha male with an itty-bitty package. Sometimes two things can be true at the same time. But this was not one of those times. Joey could not be an Alpha male with a micro penis. No man can.
I Put Beta Dicks In There Place
And I made sure Joey understood that his money could not buy my standards. His money bought him a lap dance. No touching. And no fucking. For such an alpha male personality with absolutely nothing to back it up, he crumbled like a house of cards when I started spewing small cock humiliation phone sex insults. I thought he might cry.
Not so tough after all, I guess. He ran out of the VIP room demanding a refund. But the owner of the club backed me up. Told him he could be banned from the club for life for even propositioning one of his girls. I love that the club comes down on the letter of the law to check alpha males with beta dicks.
Joey still might come to the club for the younger strippers who have yet to learn that cocks are not created equally. But he’ll never hire me in the VIP room again. Clearly, Joey cannot except reality. So, my question to you. Can you accept reality? Do you know you have a tiny dick?
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