Female Led Relationships

Probably not such an uncommon thing but I was caught out early one am giving my little tack a whack I had crashed out at a friends place after partying all night . There was a spare bedroom as one of the girls who lived in the house hadn’t returned home that night so one of the other girls who lived there told me it would be fine for me to sleep in there. I was glad for the bed but was still a bit wired and we all know how relaxing a bit of masturbation can be so as the sun is rising and the light of the new day shines thru the window I lay back closed my eyes and conjured up some fantasy to set the mood i was blissfully pulling away on my little pecker when i heard a noise ; no it was a startled Oh!!! i took my hand from my work and saw i shocked and distraught looking girl standing there staring at me in disbelief (I should mention I had never met this girl before and she wouldn’t have a clue who I was she regained her voice and started shrieking as i found my clothes and fled for the bathroom to put them on unfortunately the bathroom was occupied and the girls shriek had woken the other members of the household so there i was starkers with a receding erection trying to get at least my trousers on. It all calmed down after a bit but I left there knowing every girl in the house had seen me naked and one had seen my pathetic excuse for an erection we never spoke of it (although I can only imagine what they may have said amongst themselves)

I have always known that I have a very small dick. When it is limp it measures barely 1.5 inches, and is just under 3 inches fully erect.

In gym class I got the nickname pee-wee, deservedly so. Although for years I wouldn’t date because of my shortcomings, I finally found someone several years ago that I cared about, and we were married. She told me that she didn’t care about my size, but later on she admitted that she was having a hard time having an orgasm.

I told her that I knew I was small and that she was free to find other guys who were real men to please her. I wasn’t sure how she would respond, but somewhat to my surprise she said to me “really”, do you mean it? Since then she has had a number of men including my best friend Ed,( who has an 8-inch cock). I told her to invite them over to the house for sex, which she has done many times. I enjoy being in the room with them, and as they strip so do I. This way they are able to see how much larger they are than me, which is a big turn-on for me.

I’ve talked my wife into calling me all sorts of humiliating names in front of her full-sized 7 and 8 inch men. She explains to them that because I am not a real man, but only a pee-wee, with a cocktail weenie for a dick,I understand how important it is for her to be with “real men”. Frequently, the guys will chime in with their own insults.

My friend Ed (with the 8-incher), gets a great deal of pleasure not only of telling me that my limp penis is smaller than his 5-year old son, but he also enjoys humiliating me in front of all our friends when we go on our out-of town road trips, to football games. He particularly likes reminding the other guys that he is able to please my wife in ways that I could only dream of. He also, being a math major in college likes to tell the guys how his cock is about 12 times the volume of mine when you factor in length plus girth.

All in all I’ve learned to live with my situation, and with my minuscule cock.

I knew many years ago that I had a small penis, and the first couple of girlfriends who went all the way with me had no qualms about letting me know about it.

I had few girlfriends after that. My first wife was cheating on me with two other guys, we were married only a couple years. My second wife and I have been together for 27 years, and she’s been with (sitting down?) no less than 11 other men, most of them multiple times, her favorite (and first) being a guy I was in a band with!

That’s how I found out that I actually liked being told how small I was, after her first time with him. She came home and wanted sex with me, and I know it was only to show me what he had done to her over a 4 hour span of time. She told me that she could barely feel me, and I knew it was true because I honestly had to move from side to side to feel much from her!

And I LOVED IT. I was angry that she had done it, but understood why she had enjoyed it so much at the same time. After that I wanted more and more and more of the same.

We STILL talk about that night, 25 years after the fact. One other one we still talk about was a guy I totally hated, and she did him because she was mad at me, but ended up at his place 8 or 9 times over a 2 month period of time. She let me know about her “activity” with him the first time by coming in, waking me up, and promptly sitting on my face.

By Subboy

Slutboy is Beaten

We’re holding Eric down. Stacy’s strap is poised in mid air. Swish. It cuts through the air and smashes into him. Stacy hits him three times on the top part of his ass one right after the other, then three times in the middle, three times on the lower part, then back up to the top. She keeps doing this. She’s going very fast.
“Four minutes left.” I say.
“Heather, please spread his legs. Thank you.” She wacks the inside of one thigh, then the inside of the other thigh. Back and forth, and she’s hitting him hard.
“Three minutes to go.”
Stacy goes back to beating his ass. She’s not going as fast now, but she’s hitting him harder.
“Two minutes to go. He’s crying.” Stacy doesn’t let up, she just becomes more intense.
“It’s very important that he understands I can and will hurt him, and make him cry. Then hurt him more.”
“Why doesn’t he fight back?” I ask.
“Well, I’d kick his ass.” That’s true. She is a black belt in karate, and she teaches kick boxing. “But I don’t have to, because he’s born inferior to me and he knows it.”
“One minute to go.” Now his face is all scrunched up and red. Stacy takes mercy and slows down.
“Oh, look at his face.” Heather says “Poor boy.”
“Time’s up” Me and heather let go and he curls up in the fetal position.
Stacy gently runs her hand through his hair. “Oh baby, I’m so proud of you. You did such a good job taking your beating. You’re gonna be such a good slave for me. Just rest now. We have two more tests, but you’re almost there. Then tomorrow night I’m going to give you lessons in fucking. Just rest, and we’ll be back.” We leave him on the bed and go back into the living room. We let him rest for a half hour. I never noticed it before, but Stacy has an umbrella rack with many long nasty canes in it. She grabs one and we head back to the bedroom. “Eric, I’ve got my cane. I’m only going to give you six strokes with it, but they will hurt. I know you don’t want to have come this far, just to fail when you’re almost done, so get up. Stand about two feet from the wall. Now reach up, and put your hands on the wall. Good. Spread your feet apart a little more. That’s it. Now stick that ass out. Remember this position for the future. Now you’re gonna ask for each stroke. Say ‘Mistress Stacy I’m ready for my - then the number - stroke.’ Got it?”
“Yes” he says.
“Okay, whenever you’re ready.”
“Stacy, I’m ready for my first stroke.”
The cane whistles through the air and leaves a nasty mark on his butt. “Not good slut boy. You didn’t say ‘Mistress.’ We’ll have to start again.”
“Shit.” Whistle smack.
“Don’t curse.”
“Mistress Stacy I’m ready for my first stroke.” Whistle SMACK. Stacy goes on and gives him five more strokes.
“Now come with me.” Stacy says “I really want you to understand your place in relation to me and the contempt I have for you.” Stacy drags him to the bathroom. “Get in the bath tub. Lay down on your back.” As he’s laying down, Stacy takes off her pants. Then she takes off her panties. She steps into the tub, one foot on either side of his head. “Look at my pussy. You want it?”
“Yes. Oh yes.”
“You want to lick it for hours and hours? You want me to cum on your face?”
“Yes, please.”
“I bet you do, but not tonight. Now keep looking and open your mouth. This is what you are to me.” Then Stacy starts peeing right in his face. “Drink it slut boy. You’re my toilet. Drink up.” She pees in his mouth, as he sputters and coughs. Stacy gets out of the tub. “Rinse yourself off in the shower, then put these on bitch. Stacy throws her panties at him and leaves the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom wearing the panties.
“Now here’s what’s going to happen. You want lessons in fucking?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Okay. We’ll take you home. You will wear the panties all day tomorrow. By 8 pm tomorrow night I want you in the same bar I got you in tonight. You must be sitting on the same stool at the end of the bar. I know someone there, and they’ll tell me if you were there on time. You have to sit there until I show up. I might come in at 8:15, I might come in just when they are going to close. You can’t leave the stool for any reason short of the place is on fire. My friend wil tell me if you cheat. I want you to know this, when I do arrive I’m going to slap you across the face hard. Think of that as you wait. Then I’ll give you lessons in fucking. Then the next day I’ll start training you. It’s going to be great, for me at least.”

by Subboy

Slutboy is Punished

Eric is kneeling on the chair with his back to us, waiting to be punished. I can’t believe this guy. I guess I’ve heard that there were men like this, but I can’t believe Stacy was able to find him so easily.
“Sarah you go first.” Stacy says “Give him twenty good spanks.”
“No, that’s okay,” I say “I’ll pass.”
“Sarah you have to.” Stacy says “It’s really important to me that he understands that he’s disrespected us all, and that he understands that he’s beneath us all.”
“Come on” Heather says.
I go up and give his ass a little slap.
“Wait, wait, harder than that.” Stacy says “Think of how this pathetic worm has been strutting around all night fully nude. Really let him have it.”
I hit him harder.
“Hey idiot.” Stacy says. What now? “Slut boy don’t you even know how to take a spanking?”
“Sorry.” he wimpers. What a loser. I kind of want to give it to him now.
“Present that sorry ass. Stick it out, and make it a nice target. I can’t believe you didn’t even know that. You’re so pathetic, I would of thought you’d have taken many spankings.” He does as she says and pushes his ass out. “We’ll start again. Sarah go ahead and give this fuck twenty good spanks.” I lay into him. After about ten spanks, Stacy tells me to switch to the other side of his ass. I do my best to make this side hurt as much as the other side. I’m into it. As I’m finishing, Heather comes out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon. “That’s a great idea Heather.” Stacy says laughing. She puts her face close up to Eric’s face. “Heather’s gonna beat you with a spoon.” Then she whispers something to Heather, and Heather nods.
“Stick that ass out idiot!”
Heather whacks one side, then the other, then the other, then the other, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Then she aims lower, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“Now harder.” Stacy says.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! “Owww, owww, oh that hurts.” He says.
“Shut up! Don’t tell us it hurts.” Stacy says “We’re not stupid. We know it hurts, it’s supposed to. Make it hurt Heather.”
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!
“Last two.” Heather says. She swings her arm back and really lets him have it. He collapses forward. “Pretty good for a fat girl.
“I’m so sorry I said that.” He says.
“One more.” Stacy says “Present that ass.” Heather gives him one more good one. “Okay stand up.” Stacy says “I want you standing in the corner. Put your hands up on the back of your head and take a little rest, but don’t move your hands. The warm up is over. My turn is next, and it will be a lot worse for you.”
We go to the kitchen and get another drink. Stacy goes to her room and comes back with a long paddle made of leather.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“It’s my strap.” Stacy says smiling “This isn’t the first time I’ve spanked someone.” She takes a sip of her drink. “He’s had enough rest time. Let’s go.” Stacy has us bring him into her bedroom. She has towels spread out on her bed. She makes him lie face down on the bed. “Sarah, you hold down his arms, Heather you hold down his legs. Slutboy, I’m going to beat you with my strap for five minutes. I want to make you cry. Then I’m going to give you another painful test. Finally, I will humiliate you, and show you your place. If you pass these three tests you can become my slave, which only means more abuse and humiliation. But that’s what you want. Okay Sarah, please keep track of the time for me. Tell me when I have four minutes, three minutes, and so on.”

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by Subboy

The Humiliation of Slutboy Continues

When I come back into the living room with our drinks, he sure enough is fucking his imaginary woman.
“Oh you nasty boy.” Stacy says “Is that the face you make when you fuck? It’s just blank. You’re fuckin’ this chick good, let’s see your fuck face.” He scrunches up his face, and opens his mouth. We all laugh. I can barely watch this, but it is hilarious. “You’re not constipated.” Stacy says “My God, just go back to the blank face. And that’s the laziest excuse for fucking. Stop. Stop. Have you ever even had sex?”
“Of course.” he snaps offended.
Heather laughs. “Okay, okay. So sensitive.” Stacy says “Let’s try something different. Turn around and face away from us. We don’t want to see your face anyway. Now lay down on your stomach and prop yourself up on your elbows. That’s it. Now you’re gonna pretend that you’re fucking a girl under you.”
This idiot starts to go at it as if his life depended on it.
“No. No. No.” Stacy says “You don’t just start fucking that fast. You have to start slow and work into it.” He slows down. “There you go. I think you need some lessons in fucking. If you’re a good boy and pass tonights tests I might give you some lessons tomorrow night. Just keep fucking for now.”
“This is kind of boring.” Heather says “Watching his pale ass move up and down.” We all laugh. We all start to talk about different boys, and almost even forget about Eric. After about ten minutes we hear, “Red. Red.”
Stacy whispers to me, “I won’t make him do it any more, but I’m going to give him a hard time.”
“What’s wrong?” Stacy asks him.
“I have to stop.” He says.
“That was only a little over five minutes. Is that all you can fuck?”
“No, but there really wasn’t a woman.”
“Um, Okay. So now what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know.” He says.
“Do you want to go home?” Stacy asks “Be by yourself as usual.”
“No.”
“Well this isn’t a good start. I said I’d give you lessons in fucking tomorrow night if you could pass tonight’s tests, then this.”
“Please give me another chance.”
“Yeah, give him another chance.” I say. What can I say, I feel sorry for the guy.
“Okay look.” Stacy says “You’re lucky Sarah is on your side. She always has sympathy for pathetic creatures. You interupted our conversation. I want you to stay on your knees and masturbate, but don’t cum. If you are about to cum, tell us, and stop.
We continue our conversation. I try not to look at this guy stroking his thing. After awhile Stacy goes to her bedroom and comes back with an 8 inch dildo and a harness. “What’s more impressive, my dildo, or his real thing?”
“Oh definently your dildo. Heather says.
“I know you’re not a lesbian, but would you rather he fucked you, or I fucked you with this? You’ve seen how he fucks.”
“I think I’d rather you gave it to me.” Heather says.
“What about you, Sarah?” Stacy asks.
“No comment.” I say.
“Me fuck you long time, baby” Stacy says in her best Asian hooker accent (so wrong) and we all laugh.
Stacy walks up to Eric with the dildo in her hand. “Keep stroking yourself slut boy.” She says. She starts slapping him across the face with the dildo. He opens his mouth. “Oh slut. You want to suck my dildo? I love it when little dicked sluts like you suck on my big dildo. If you’re a good little submissive wanker boy, I might make you my slave, and after I’ve trained you I’ll pimp you out to Heather. I’m sure she’ll have fun dominating you. I don’t mean to brag, but I bet you never thought you could have a mistress as hot as me.”
“No. I never did.”
“This is just the beginning slut-” just then he cums. He catches most with his hand, but a drop gets on the floor. “What the hell is this?”
“I’m sorry.”
“I told you not to cum.”
“I know, I’m soo sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“That’s two strikes. You’ve really fucked up.
“I’m-”
“Don’t talk. Words can’t get you out of trouble mister. You’re in for punishment. You will be spanked and beaten.”
“I-”
“Shut the fuck up! Don’t say ‘yellow’ either, because I will not let up on you. You can say ‘red’ and I’ll stop, and I’ll take you back to the bar, and you can get on with your pathetic lonely life. I’ll even be nice doing it, but our relationship will be over. This is your last chance. Now get up. Wait, first lick your hand clean. Lick that cum off of it.”
We watch as he licks his hand. I’ve never seen Stacy like this, and I’m almost scared.
“You’ll pay dearly for that spot on the carpet. Now get up. I want you on your knees, on the that chair, facing backward, and grab the top of the headrest.”

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by Subboy

The Humiliation of Slutboy

So this guy Eric is naked in the bathroom and he’s going to come out and give us a dance. Am I the only one who thinks this is strange.
“Should we do this.” I say.
“Of course we should,” says Heather “Hell yes.”
“What do you mean?” Stacy asks.
“I mean isn’t this wrong.” I say “Aren’t we being cruel.”
“We’re not forcing Slutboy to do anything he doesn’t want to do. He loves it.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Come out here slutboy.”
“Stacy.”
“I mean Eric.” She says with a smirk on her face.
Eric comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waste.
“Are you ready to dance for us?” Stacy asks.
“Sure.”
“You want to do this?” I ask.
“What?” he says.
“We’re not forcing you to do anything against your will?” Stacy asks.
“No.” he says, and looks down.
“It’s okay.” Stacy says “I’ll tell you what, we’ll give you safe words. If we ask you to do something you’re not sure of, or if things are getting too intense, say ‘yellow,’ like the yellow traffic light. If you want us to say ‘red,’ like the red light. Got it?”
“Sounds good.” he says.
“But I think, and correct me if I’m wrong,” Stacy says “But I think you’re just a little dicked sissy bitch who likes it when women boss him around and put him in his place.”
Heather cracks up laughing at this, and all he can do is look down. What the hell. Why doesn’t he just get his stuff and leave? “In that case let’s see you dance.” Stacy says, as she starts the music. What happens next is the most pathetic display of dancing I’ve ever seen. He starts out by doing the whole Saturday Night Fever thing, but he’s not even in rythm. Then he fails miserably at the moonwalk. We sarcastically whoop and holler.
“Take it off big boy!” Heather yells “Take it off.”
“No please.” I say, under my breath. This cracks Stacy up. He tries to tease us, by slowly revealing himself behind the towel. Then he throws the towel and knocks a vase off Stacy’s shelf.
“Oh shit.” he says. Luckily the vase doesn’t break. He stops.
“Don’t stop.” Heather says “Shake it! Shake that ass.” He tries to shake, but let’s just say he leaves a lot to be desired.
“Stop! Stop!” Stacy says laughing “That was possibly the worst, least sexy dancing in the history of man.” For some reason this idiot has a huge grin on his face. “Let’s try something different. Okay come a little closer and get down on your knees.” He does what she says. “Do something about that little thing between your legs. Make it hard.” Heather leans forward to watch.
“Oh my God.” I say. I can’t take it. I go into the kitchen to get another drink. “You guys want another drink?” I ask. They do.
I can hear Stacy from the kitchen. “Okay, now I want you to imagine that you’ve got a hot girl in front of you and you’re gonna fuck her brains out doggy style. I want to see what you’ve got; how you fuck. Yeah that’s it, start fuckin’ her.”

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