I declared war on his penis and his attitude about his manliness. It just seemed that it was the right time. We had explored several areas of our FLR. He had learned to do housework and he learned to take a whipping.

One day, I realized it was time for him to be reduced as a man. To accomplish this task, I started ridiculing his penis. I told him it was inadequate. I bought a flexible sheath that I placed over it that added size and thickness when I allowed him coitus. I told him that he wasn’t large enough to please me. I berated him, sneered at him, and tried very hard to hurt his feelings.

I’m not a size queen. I think dicks are funny looking creatures. I could live my whole life without ever seeing another one. His was adequate but the truth didn’t matter. Men love their dicks and are often proud of them. Somewhere in their mind, every man thinks that he can fuck better than other men. It’s the way men are built but it’s not the way I wanted my servant to think. I wanted him to be deeply grateful to me to allow him to serve me knowing his utter inadequacies.

Trust me, the rare times I have cucked him or gone out on a date with another man, they magically had huge parts. Of course, I told him all about them.

The harder I was on him the more it turned him on. I was learning.

You may think bending the truth is not fair or whatever your complaint might be. Oh, you don’t understand a woman like me at all. I wanted to devour him alive. I wanted his complete attention and devotion. I wanted him grateful that I allowed such a puny dicked man to serve me.