She mocked him, her eyes gleaming as she compared his meager offering to the huge shaft in her hand- a harsh truth of his small penis humiliation.
Her gaze, piercing, fixed on his limp shaft, making him shift uncomfortably under her unrelenting scrutiny.
The tension crackled as she slowly ran her fingers down the length of the glorious cock, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
He could sense his face redden with shame, his pulse racing a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
She drew near, her warm breath caressing his neck, her tone a soft, arousing murmur - "This is what a real man looks like."
His shame intensified as she motioned for him to bend down, her gaze challenging him to defy her.
He complied, his knees trembling as he faced the undeniable truth of his smallness.
Her giggle, a sweet sound, resounded through the space, ridiculing his each effort to preserve his pride.
He yearned for escape, but her grip was firm, her control complete, trapping him in this arousing torment.
This was his fate, to be forever overshadowed by the magnificent member she held, a perpetual testament to his insignificance.
The sheer size of it overwhelmed him, making his own cock shrivel further in comparison.
He closed his eyes, wishing the ground would swallow him whole, but her words pierced the void, demanding his attention.
"Look at it," she commanded, "and remember your station."
His eyes fluttered open, met with the stark truth of his degradation, a scene etched into his memory forever.
She then extended her hand, her fingers tracing the shape of his small dick, a derisive action that fired a shock of embarrassment through him.
"Perhaps I'll teach you how to properly please a real man," she murmured, her tone laced with sarcasm.
His destiny was set, bound to her each desire, a eager subject in her game of dominance.
The idea of her touch, even in derision, kindled a flame of forbidden desire within him.
He was powerless, completely at her whim, his small penis a proof to his subservience.
This humiliation would be his teaching, a path to enlightenment in the world of pleasure.
