Female Led Relationships

I suppose it was in High School seeing other guys in the shower that I began to suspect I had a rather small penis. But this never really seemed an issue, even when I began dating girls. (None of them ever mentioned that my dick was small. Actually, they never mentioned my dick at all, which probably says something.

Then, in my early twenties, I got into a more serious relationship with a girl called Rachel. Sex was okay, straightforward and nothing special. It was only when we split up, rather acrimoniously, that she fired her parting shot. “…Oh, and you’ve got a small cock and tiny balls!”

Well that set me thinking. What I found was that, after the initial shock and upset, I was actualy turned on by the thought that my ex-girlfriend considered my equipment to be inferior and, by implication, would have preferred something bigger.

Some time later, Rachel and I made up. After a suitably decent period, I asked if she’d meant what she said about the diminutive size of my cock and balls. But, to my disappointment, she denied that she did, making out that it was just something she’d said in the heat of the moment and hadn’t really meant. After which she simply refused to discuss the matter. Even when I was fucking her, if I suggested she needed something larger, she’d simply roll her eyes, tell me to shut up, and get on with it!

Well, some time later, we split up again for good. Again, it was not an amicable split. This time, she signed off with, “…And I meant it when I said you’ve got a small cock and tiny balls. Because it’s true. You have!”

What really upset me wasn’t our splitting up, it was the missed opportunity I’d had to indulge in what I now know to be Small Penis Humiliation. That would have to wait for several years when I finally met the woman of my fantasies, the wonderful Sadie.

So there I was, a man with a small cock and balls, a desire for humiliation, but no girlfriend. What was I to do?

It seems to me that there are two broad avenues for humiliation. One is direct. Someone sees your cock, as it were, in the flesh, and judges it to be undersized. The other is indirect. Someone receives the information that you have a small cock.

I began to explore ways of exploiting these two avenues. I had one thing going for me. My job involved me working in various parts of the country on fixed term contracts. I might live in place for a month, six months, a year and then never go back. This gave me some means of escaping the paradox of wanting to be known for having a small cock by people with whom I had some form of personal relationship, yet not having to live with the long term consequences.

Basically, then, I’d settle into my situation in some new town and get to know various people there (people I worked with, local shopkeepers, neighbours, etc.) Then I’d set about letting them know of my “shortcomings.”

How? Well, by various means which may be of some use to others. The most obvious is to be “accidentally” caught in a state of undress. This was fairly easy when living in digs or guest houses. A bathroom door is left unlocked and you await the arrival of the landlady doing her rounds. The fear and excitement building up to these accidental flashes was amazing. You stand in the bathroom, naked and pathetic, you hear her footsteps approaching, the door opens, she comes in, she sees you, her eyes flick down on to your cock, she flusters, apologises and leaves. Bliss! Occasionally, this would be added to in the weeks that followed by subsequent whispers and sniggers among the landlady and her female friends. But often the incident would pass as though it had never occurred.

Unfortunately, I began to develop a bit of a moral hang up about this kind of activity. There was a sense in which the woman’s participation was non-consensual. (I suppose the same might be said for other things I shall go on to discuss, but this kind of activity was particularly direct.) It bothered me so much that in the end I ceased doing it. Almost! I reasoned that in situations where my privacy was in some way invaded by others, displaying myself was okay. So, if a hotelmaid should come into my room without knocking and found me naked, that wasn’t my problem. Similarly, if, on a beach, a couple of women are enjoying watching me struggle to put on my swimsuit under a towel, and then that towel slips, that’s okay with me. And it given their amusement, with them too.

by subboy

Let the games begin

We get to Stacy’s apartment, and she makes us each a drink. We start playing truth or dare. What are we in the seventh grade?
“How many men have you been with?” He asks Stacy.
“Fifteen or twenty.” she says.
“How big is your penis?” Heather asks.
“Not that big.” He says.
“How many inches?” Stacy says.
“I don’t know, almost five.”
“Sounds like you know to me.” Heather says, as she laughs.
“Well it’s not big, that’s for sure.” Stacy says. We laugh. He looks down, embarassed.
He dares me to flash my tits. What a little fuck. “Do it Sarah,” Heather says “We’ll get him back.” I go into the bathroom, take off my bra, come back and give him the quickest flash he’s ever had.
“Truth or dare, Eric?” Stacy asks.
“Truth.”
Stacy whispers something to Heather. What is she up to? “Which one of us is the least attractive? And why?” she says.
“I don’t want to answer that.” Eric says.
“It’s your question.” Stacy says.
“Heather. She’s overweight.” he blurts.
“Wow, you didn’t try and get out of that one.” Stacy says.
“I did.”
“Not hard enough.”
“I don’t know what I was supposed to do.”
“It was a test, and you failed. You showed yourself as base and inconsiderate. I guess you have some things to work on.”
“I’m sorry, really I am.” Eric says “I mean who am I to say.”
“Yeah, who are you?” Stacy asks.
“I’m sorry Heather, I’m not exactly good looking.”
“What is that implying?” Stacy attacks.
“Nothing–”
“Maybe you should just shut the fuck up.” Stacy says as if ice is flowing through her veins. I’ve never seen her like this. “Girls, this boy’s gonna pay.”
Eric can’t sit still, and he can’t look at any of us. I feel uncomfortable too, I mean he could of tried harder to not answer the question, but he really was put in a hard place. “Maybe I should leave.” He says.
Stacy laughs, “Eric don’t be silly. This is all just a big game. I told you at the club I was going to destroy you. I mean you couldn’t have thought that would come without some bumps along the way. Are we hot?”
“You’re so hot. I can’t think of three hotter women.” He says.
“Thanks. See, and you’re with us instead of alone. So don’t leave.” Stacy says “So what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know”
“Cards? Board game? Drinking game?”
“Strip poker?” Heather says.
“Okay.” He says.
“Truth or dare, now strip poker.” I say “We really are in eighth grade.”
“It’ll be fun.” Stacy says. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do, since me and the girls don’t play cards,” that’s a lie “it’ll be the three of us on a team against you.”
“That’s not fair.” Eric says
“Take it, or leave it.”
“Oh, okay, I can’t win if I don’t play.” he says.
“That’s the attitude.”
I don’t know what this idiot is thinking. We play. We each take off our shoes, and Stacy takes off her socks, because we’ve lost four hands. He is down to his boxers.
“I thought you’d be better at cards than this.” Stacy says.
“I guess I’m not lucky tonight.”
“Just wait.” Stacy says. “Maybe you just wanted to take your clothes off in front of three hot girls.”
“Maybe”
“What do you think of him girls?”
“He’s okay.” I say. I don’t want to say anything mean, and really he is okay. A little bit overweight, could use more muscle definition, a little pale. Like I said before he’s not Danny.
“What can a fat girl like me say.” Heather says.
“I’m so sorry about that.” he says “Really, please forgive me.”
“We’ll see.” Heather responds.
“Well let me say, I work at the gym, and in my opinion you could use a lot of work.”
“You’re right.” He says.
Why is this guy staying here?
“Alright let’s play another hand. I want to see this boy’s little dick.” Stacy says as she starts to deal.
“Stacy!” I say, I can’t believe her.
“It’s okay, I bet he’s hard. His little dick is hard.” Stacy says. Heather laughs. “Personally I like a dick about 7 to 9 inches. Five isn’t the worst, but it’s a little small. Maybe he knows how to use his mouth. You know how to eat pussy boy?”
“I think so.”
“If you’re very, very, very lucky, someday I might teach you.” My God, she’s something else.
We actually lose the next hand, and Stacy takes off her shirt. She’s still wearing her bra. “You like my tits?”
“They’re perfect.”
“Thanks, I think this is the time you lose and we see your little useless dick.” She says as she deals. He does lose, and he takes off his boxers. It’s not really that bad, but man does he turn red. Heather laughs. I think more because of his discomfort.
“This isn’t so bad for you.” Stacy says. “This is part of you learning your place in the world, little dicked man, but this is just the beginning. You want to play more cards?”
“He’s naked.” I say “He lost.”
“How about this, the next time you lose you have to do something we say.” He trys to cover up his penis. “And don’t cover that, we won the right to see that.”
“What would I have to do?”
“You’d have to dance for us.” He agrees, we play and he loses. Stacy looks at his discards. “What’s this. You had the cards to win, and you threw them out.”
“Oh, I’m not that good.” He says.
“Maybe you wanted to lose. Maybe you want to do what we say. Admit it.”
“You’re right.” What the hell is this guy about.
“Okay, we won’t even play cards then. You’ll be our little dicked bitch for the night. I mean that’s the game I wanted to play all along anyway. It looks like we’ve got our own little boytoy girls. The first thing your going to do is go into the bathroom get a towel. That can be your prop. Then you’re gonna come out here and give us a little sexy dance, and it better be good.”

by Subboy

Tigresses capture their prey

I love going out with my friend Stacy. It’s not only that she’s extremely attractive; the kind of woman who when she walks into a room everyone; men, women, young, and old, notice her. It’s also that she’s unpredictable and fun. When we went out a couple of nights ago it was even more shocking, exciting and fun than usual.
We went out with our friend Heather to a club we don’t usually go. Stacy tells us that she is in the mood for something different. She looks fabulous as usual. She’s 5′10″, and in extremely great shape. She teaches aerobics and kick boxing, and spends most of her time at the gym. She’s all in tight black clothing, with a silver necklace and silver ear rings. Heather is looking hot too. She’s a sassy red head, with a mischievious glint in her eye. Like most of us modern day girls about the town, she’s had her fair share of inconsiderate, idiotic boyfriends. Sometimes when things don’t go well she overeats. Long story short, she’s fifteen/ twenty pounds overweight. She’s in Stacy’s classes, so she’s getting in shape and getting her confidence back. Oh and me, my name’s Sarah by the way. I’m pretty hot if I do say so myself. Well let me just put it this way; I was a cheerleader in college (as lame as that sounds) and I’m in better shape now. I get hit on by plenty of men, even if they aren’t always the ones I would like hitting on me.
So anyway, three hot chicks out on the town. The club Stacy takes us to doesn’t seem very promising. Most of the guys are either with girlfriends or they seem a little too old.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else,” I say “This seems kind of lame.”
“Trust me girls,” Stacy says “I’m sure this will be perfect. Just follow my lead. Tonight’s going to be a little different, but you’ll love it.”
“I’m in.” says Heather.
“If Heather’s in, I’m in.” I say.
Totally out of the blue, this guy Danny appears. Danny is so hot. He’s like a young Brad Pitt with more muscles. No really, he’s that hot. Of course he and Stacy are great freinds with benefits. Stacy says that although he’s totally hot, he’s not the best lover, because “he could try harder.” You’ve got to be fucking kidding, he could try harder with me. After we chat with Danny awhile, Stacy sends him away. What?
“Danny,” she says “look, me and the girls are kind of doing something different tonight. It’s kind of Heathers night, so I don’t mean to kick you out, but I’m kicking you out.” Stacy’s the only woman who would ever say this to Danny by the way, “Look, if everything goes as planned, I would love to go out tomorrow night. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“That’s cool, I was–” he starts to say, but Stacy shoos him away, like a stray bad puppy.
“Leave Danny,” she says “just go.”
I can’t fucking believe it, the only hot guy here, and she sends him away.
“Great, now what?” I say.
“See that guy in the corner, I think that’s who we want.” Stacy says.
“Who?” Heather asks.
“The guy with the blue shirt.” He looks ohhhhkaaay, he’s not Danny, not even close, I’m a little confused.
“I’ll be right back,” Stacy says as she gets up and goes over to the guy. You can tell that the guy is in total shock that someone like Stacy is talking to him. Soon she brings him back.
“Girls, this is Eric. Eric this is Heather, and this is Sarah.” Stacy buys everyone a drink, which is weird because usually guys are ready and willing to buy her drinks and a whole lot else. “So Eric, why were you sitting by yourself?”
“I don’t know.” he says.
“Shouldn’t you try and talk to some women?” He kind of laughs a little, as if this is out of the realm of possibility. It’s funny, he’s not really bad looking, he should try.
“Well hey, you’re with three women now.” Heather says.
“What do you think?” Stacy asks.
“I can hardly believe it. I mean you’re, you women are gorgeous.”
“Isn’t he sweet.” Stacy says. “You know, we’re going to destroy you.”
“Okay.” he says. Did he even hear what she said?
“Do you want me to destroy you?” Stacy asks.
“I don’t know.” he says “I don’t know what that means.”
“I think you do.” Stacy says ” I think you’ll love it.”
What the hell was that all about. There’s a couple of moments of awkward silence. Stacy seems perfectly comfortable though.
“Listen girls and Eric, Eric and girls, I think this evening just might work out. Let’s go to my apartment.” Stacy says. As we’re leaving she whispers to me, “Just go with the flow, we’ll have fun.”

How did I ever have the nerve to frequent a nude beach ? I have trouble using a public toilet !!!

Well the fact is I had very little choice I was holidaying in Mexico with my then girlfriend we were touring about and parked ourselves in a little village on the caribbean coast we booked into our hotel then went out for a few cervezas at a small taverna near the local beach before heading down for a swim and sunbathe the path to the beach led us along a small clifftop there was about a dozen or so old mexican boys sitting in chairs all in a row overlooking the sea didn’t think much of it until we actually reached the semi secluded little beach and the sign saying nude sunbathing only (in spanish of course which my girlfriend was fluent in) I kind of got the idea when I saw everyone at the beach seemed to be starkers I said to Caroline there must be a regular beach nearby (i must add she had no idea i was embarrassed about my member and letting others see my shame but there was no other beach except about 10 miles or so up the road and we had no transport besides she wasn/t bothered in the least so off came the clothes and I tried to pick a spot as close to the water and as far away from others as possible with some success we ventured into the sea to paddle about for awhile (after all i would be far less exposed while emersed trouble is the beach filled up and I had to come out sometime OH No!!! if it could only been out and away but it was early in the day still and she wanted to sunbathe for at least a couple of hours so not only did I have to emerge from the water suffering all of natures effects on what is already a pretty tiny specimen but I had stay amongst the hordes who may well have spotted the wee thing - i did tell her sometime later about my humiliation so this experience might not be repeated she found it amusing that i fretted about such a thing but conceded to avoid putting me in such a dilemna again - she was the first person I had ever even hinted to about my shame of having such a small penis and she was actually quite good about it which would help me in the future

I was on a beach in the canary islands recently which was part nudist. Many holidaymakers spent time walking up and down the beach past the nudist area so it was heaven for an exibitionist like me.I love going naked even though I have a tiny dick.

I stripped off in the sand dunes and would walk down to the sea periodically usually when good looking females were passing. Most would look the other way but many would check out the nudist men trying not to make it obvious. On one occasion 2 cute girls in swim suits of about 16 or 17 were walking past as i decided to go for a swim.

One of them looked away shyly but the other glanced directly between my legs. She looked away then did a double take and I could see that her mouth was breaking into a wry smile.Just after they passed I could see she was nudging her friend and she raised her forefinger and thumb an inch apart indicating that my penis was tiny. They both giggled and looked over their shoulders.

This really turned me on and I decided to hang around that spot waiting to see if they returned along the beach. Sure enough several minutes later they appeared walking back in my direction. The sea water was cold and by this time my dick had shrunk even smaller than usual.

As I walked up the beach passed them they smiled and giggled and once past started laughing together openly. As I looked at them walking away they turned and waved their little fingers at me. Little did they know I think how much they turned me on. A fantasy come true for an SPH fetishist.

As someone with a tiny penis (1.9” soft & 3.25” hard), I was very interested to read people’s comments on small penis humiliation, and thought I would add my 50 cents worth. In spite of having a bit of a hang-up about being underendowed, I can’t deny that I do get secretly turned on when people laugh at my size.

It all started in my school days, when I was dating a girl called Louise, who was a few years younger than me and who was my first proper girlfriend. As a joke, a couple of my so-called friends sent her a love letter, which they pretended was from me. I never saw it myself, so I don’t know exactly what was in it, but I gather it went into explicit detail about my cock size (damn those communal showers).

Louise must have known it wasn’t really from me, but rather than being shocked, it seems she was curious about it. So the next time we were alone together in her bedroom, she began unbuttoning my jeans. I knew nothing about the letter, of course, so I thought she was getting fresh with me, because she wanted to take our relationship to the next level (we had only ever kissed before). This was like a dream come true to me at the time, because I was somewhat wet behind the ears and didn’t realise how truly tiny my cock was.

Louise, it turned out, was not at all wet behind the ears. No sooner had she pulled out my throbbing cock than she burst into laughter and told me that her 7-year old brother was bigger than me. Whereupon, my cock shrivelled up even smaller than normal and I shoved it back in my pants, my face crimson with embarrassment.

She finished with me right then and there. Not only that, but the next day she told all her friends at school, and they told their friends and so on, and so on. The upshot was I spent the rest of my school life being called the Shrimp.

There were various other incidents over the years where my cock ended up being laughed at, which I won’t go into here. The upshot is I ended up being more than a little reluctant to let girls go anywhere near it until I was very comfortable with them. Then, slowly I realised that I had come to like it when people told me I was small… it turned me on.

Yesterday, i had my first “true” SPH experience (i say true as its the first time someone has really been a part of it and not just me mentally making a lot of nothing for my own fantasy) anyway… here goes….

I left work very early yesterday (i was ill) at about 10am, by midday i was feeling better and bored sitting at home so i went and bought a paper and went to a quiet little pub i know, nice and out the way so noone from work would see me. i sat for an hour or two, reading the paper and sipping a couple of pints when a homeless guy came in for a cup of tea. He sat just across from me even though the pub was entirely empty apart from myself and one barman. So he starts talking to me and we have a little conversation that doesn’t really go anywhere and i have to admit i felt a little uncomfortable sitting across from this old homeless guy (unwashed clothes,scraggly hair, scraggly beard, just as you’d picture) and me still in my nice work suit and very well turned out.

We kind of run out of things to talk about and the barman tells the guy he needs to move on pretty soon, so i get up and go to the gents. I come in the door, its only a small room with urinals lined up very close together and one small stool. I go and stand at the left urinal, unzip and pull my tiny little dick (1 inch when flaccid) so it barely pokes out of my trousers and start to pee, then i hear the door open and in comes the homeless guy and comes to the urinal on the right, i turn slightly, as i always do, towards his direction so he could see my little baby dicklet if he looks over (i always do it but nothing ever happens) but this time, he looks at it and just laughs out loud and says with no embarrassment “fucking hell mate, THAT is fucking TINY!” and laughed again, i just nodded, smiled and said “tell me about it, but what can i do” then i threw caution to the wind and added “come on then, lets see yours then”, he smiled, unzipped and flopped out his cock, not massive, but about 6 inches soft and really thick, way thicker than mine thats for sure.

I just stare at it for a few seconds and he says “let me get a better look at yours then” so i turn so im completely facing him and try to push all my little member out through the open fly, again he laughs saying “christ, my son had a cock that big when he was 4 years old!” he turns back to the urinal and starts peeing so i go to zip up and leave when he says “stay there boy, keep it out so i can see it”, i was stunned, my heart was racing, i couldn’t believe what was happening, here i am, a successful young man with a very good job in a very nice suit standing here infront of some unwashed homeless old bum submitting to having him humiliate my tiny dick.

So, i did as he said, frozen still, watching him pee, still with my dick poking its little head out of my trousers aware that anyone could walk in. Then he starts talking again saying “you know i just cant believe a grown man could have such a tiny dick” i felt my cock twitch, he continued “i mean, how do you even fuck a bird” my dick twitched again, this time he noticed “you like it dont you, you sad little boy” i just nodded and looked down at my now hard dick, straining out but still only 3 inches long “Ha!, look at it, even hard its still tiny” i was so humiliated and so horny “go on, wank it off for me, i wana see if you can cum more than a pathetic dribble” instantly my hand was on my dick, pumping my tiny member as fast as i could with him standing there, laughing all the time. “god, you’re a filthy little bastard, look at my cock, its a soft as bread and still twice as long and three times thicker than yours, you really have a baby sized dick” just as he said that i came, so fucking hard but as always, only a couple of sad drops of cum came trickling out, he watched and said “ha, i knew it, what a loser” then he left and i went and sat in the stool to take in what just happened, at first i was upset with myself and felt utterly ashamed, but with minutes i was wanking again running it through in my mind.