Some guys go through life kidding themselves, some ignore the offending article or shrug off the affliction and get as much pussy as possible to convince themselves size doesn’t matter. Then there are those that enter my world. They know their place, they need the harsh words of dominant, cruel Mistress, to put the size challenged amongst us where he needs to be. No kind words of reassurance, lying to him to feed his fragile ego. ‘size doesn’t matter, big cocks are painful during sex!’ ‘Ask any porn star-they hate big cocks-they poke your ribs baby’

In some respects it’s true, however there’s the other end of the scale, the truly tiny! I’m waggling my pinkie as I type, you know the ones!  I enjoy my important role in this kind of session! Made to stand before me and slowly lower the undies-usually baggy grey boxer shorts. Like they need to emphasise the lack of endowment with nasty undercrackers that dicklet almost rattles around in! The rest is not acting, I don’t fake the look of shock, or disgust on my face when I have such abominations of male genitalia dangling pathetically in front of my face. Sometimes eyes open wide, I gasp ‘Oh dear God, it looks like a dick , but smaller’, then I start to laugh, I point at it, a little chuckle.

at some point I realise I have to touch it, lift it, turn it so I can pass My judgement on it, and decide the plan of action. I reach for my ‘grabber’, I use my hand only when I have to. Treatment usually involves electrics to stimulate some growth, or jam it in the Robojac which sucks and stretches it in a vacuum. This is a purely temporary measure and only improves it while its being sucked. I spend many an enjoyable hour with the SDH critters, hitting their crumple button. Downside is I see some horrors!