This poor sap thought he could satisfy me, with his tiny little pecker. Oh, he was so wrong, but I decided to have some fun with him. After all, who doesn’t love making a beta male grovel?I invited him over, and as he entered my lair, I made sure to tower over him, making him feel inferior—which he was. I began the tease, stripping slowly, letting my fingers trail along my body, and laughing as his nose grew longer than his tiny dick.The poor guy was desperate, and I could smell his anticipation like a hungry dog. I sat on his lap, grinding my crotch into his face, making him smell and worship my pussy. But, of course, that wasn’t enough.
I wanted to degrade him further, so I fetched my biggest dildo. Fake, yet immensely more impressive than his microscopic penis. I demanded he worship the fake cock, while I watched, chuckling at his pathetic attempts to please me.It was time to humiliate him properly. I ordered him to strip, and when he stood naked before me, I snickered. His tiny cock hung limply, like a shriveled worm. I couldn’t help but gag at the sight, it was so disgusting. I told him to jerk off, while I simulated giving head to the real men.He lasted seconds, squirting his pity load earlier than anticipated. I looked down at his pathetic form, and spat in contempt. “That’s what I think of your tiny dick.”He left humiliated, and I was left feeling powerful. It’s a memory I cherish, a tale I share with anyone who’ll listen, because small cock humiliation is a form of art—a dirty, delicious art.