My Canadian Submissive Was Obsessed with the Small Penis Humiliation I Crafted for Him
I arrive at my Canadian submissive’s apartment in Shanghai, excited and aroused, knowing that tonight will push his limits further than ever before. I welcome him with a smirk, already dressed in a sleek, dominant outfit that radiates power.
“You’ve been bragging about being a real man,” I mock, “but tonight, we’re going to expose the truth.”
I command him to strip completely, leaving him trembling and vulnerable. The room is adorned with measuring tapes, rulers, and oversized dildo props — each one deliberately intimidating. I make him stand in front of a full-length mirror, forcing him to confront his nakedness.
With a theatrical sigh, I hold up a magnifying glass. “Let’s make sure I don’t miss it,” I say, inspecting his tiny member with mock curiosity. The humiliation burns on his face as I chuckle.
I retrieve a tiny baby pacifier, hold it up next to his shaft, and laugh. “This might be bigger than what you have.” I make him kneel and kiss the pacifier in front of you as a sign of his acceptance.
Next, I invite in a “jury” of plush animals, lining them up on a chair. “Even these stuffed creatures have seen bigger than you,” I taunt. Then, I bring out a dildo five times his size, slap it against his cheek, and ask, “What do you have to say for yourself, little man?”
I let him attempt to measure himself, but each time, I find an excuse to “round down.” Eventually, I write down his “official” measurement on a large whiteboard — exaggerating its smallness — and force him to parade it around the room.
For the grand finale, I make him kneel in front of me, rubbing the tip of his tiny cock against a pink, fluffy sock, whispering, “This is the only thing soft enough for something as pathetic as you.”
Once his humiliation is complete, I lean in, whisper in his ear, “And yet, you still belong to me. My tiny, worthless, pathetic pet.”
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