I always knew that I was meant to be in charge. I was a leader in my school, in college and now at work. It was as I was born to make people listen to me and make all my wishes come true. I didn’t know how powerful that talent was until I met my husband, Kit.
Ever since the first time we met he was in absolute awe of me and everything I did. He would compliment me and shower me with gifts, but I didn’t notice him at first. I always had a lot of men around me, asking for my affection and I thought that he was just one more, but with time Kit proved me wrong. I could see how hard he was trying, how he longed to win me over and I gave him an ultimate test.
I told him, that I would go on the date with him if he would let me step on him. I must say, that it was just a thing I did with men in hopes that they would leave me alone. Usually, it worked like a charm, because not one of them wanted to pay with my affection with their dignity, but Kit was different.
When I told him to do it, instead of telling me that I was a crazy bitch, that he didn’t like me all that much, he just went to lie on the floor, waiting for me to choose where to step. I came closer, making sure he knew I wasn’t joking, but he didn’t care. He just looked at me with a smile, as if me standing over him was the most beautiful picture in the world. I even lifted my foot to see how he would react, but he still didn’t more. That was the moment when I started to see something in him.
I went on the date with Kit and everything was exactly like I expected. He acted like a gentleman, ordered the most expensive items from the menus for us, and was making me feel like he was the one who could take care of me. That never happened, so I enjoyed it and part of me wanted to see what else Kit had to offer, so I agreed to go home with him.
He seemed nervous and I didn’t know the real reason for that until we were at his place and making out.
I could tell that he knew how to please a woman because there wasn’t a place that he touched that wouldn’t burn like fire after. I was so ready to have sex with him and see if we might have a longer run, but Kit stopped it. He explained to me, looking ashamed, that his cock might not be up to my standards. I asked him to show me how small and he did. His cock might’ve been around three inches long and not that thick, so at the first moment when I saw him, I laughed a little.
I was afraid that it would hurt his feelings, but instead Kit seemed to like it. At least his cock started to get harder, so it seemed like I was right. I said a few more things about his size and he loved it, so I knew that he was something he was into. Talking honestly, I loved the idea of having this much power over him and it was thrilling me. Later that night Kit proved to me that his cock size really didn’t matter because he could do a lot with just his mouth and fingers. At that moment I knew that I had found my partner.
We got married not that long after and everyone was shocked to see us together, but the two of us knew the truth – it was all about finding the right match and we were made for each other. Nobody knew what was happening behind the closed doors of our bedroom and I loved it this way. Kit opened up to me more and now I knew for sure what my husband liked and how I could turn it to my advantage.
Now I knew that one of the ways to get my husband off was humiliating him and his small cock and it was perfect for me. I loved him, yes, but I also loved to comment on how tiny he was, so I would throw in a joke or two throughout the day, to make him excited for later, and then, at the night, I would humiliate him like no one ever had before.
And I did it today like I did every night.
“Take your pants off and show me your tiny little dick,” I said, looking at Kit, who was already shaking with anticipation.
He dropped his pants and underwear, letting me see his small manhood.
“I have no idea how you can expect to satisfy anything with it. Just look at this thing! I think even my pinkie is longer and thicker”
He was getting hard and I loved it. I walked closer, looking down as if I was about to touch him, but I turned away at the last moment, a look of disgust on my face.
“No, I can’t touch it! It’s like a worm”
“I’m sorry,” Kit said, enjoying his humiliation. “I promise, I can make you feel good, I just…”
“Do you really think I will let you put this thing into my pussy? I wouldn’t even feel a thing!” I said, looking down, to where he was fully hard now.
“I had cocks so big and long, I wouldn’t even feel it inside. You can’t make me cum with this thing, so don’t even bother getting close”
He whined, already exhausted with the desire he felt.
“Maybe we can figure something out? Something I can do to you, my goddess?”
I sighed as if he was just an annoying prick that wouldn’t leave me alone. I looked at him again, head to toe.
“I won’t be touching you, that’s for sure. No one would want to touch your tiny disgusting dick,”
I came closer, pushing Kit down so he was on his knees. “You can eat me out while touching yourself, that’s the only way you’re going to finish”
“Thank you! Thank you, goddess,” he said and I could tell he was excited.
I put a leg over his shoulder and moved my panties to the side, giving him access to my pussy. He went closer, starting to eat me out right away and I could see his hand moving down there, as he stroked himself.
He was good at it and I moaned lightly while he used his mouth on my pussy. His tongue was all around me, in the most sensitive places and I loved it. But I knew that I needed to make him cum too.
“Your pathetic small dick will never be inside me, do you understand?” I asked, tugging on his hair.
“That tiny thing can give me nothing and you know it. I can wrap a finger around it and it would look even smaller in comparison. You’re a pathetic man that could never make anyone cum with his cock”
Kit groaned and I could see his load on the floor. It wasn’t too big, but I knew that he finished. I pressed his head even harder to my pussy, rubbing my pussy over it until I climaxed. When it was done, I stood up and moved away to look at him. Kit was smiling wide and I knew that he loved humiliation like he did all the times before and that he would love it to happen again.
