Poor little dick loser thought he’d get lucky!
A little dick loser once thought he could get a blowjob from me. Can you imagine?! Oh, my poor little sub. He was doing such a great job at worshipping his Goddess lately, that he thought he might get a reward. And truth be told, he WAS due for a reward. However, he was somewhere in the ranks of getting a little help with jerking himself off. I was planning to wear a sexy red lace slip that I knew would have him drooling. Unfortunately, he thought himself quite the Hot Shot when he asked for a blowjob. So, I had to knock him back down to his level. And of course, I did it all while wearing that little red lace teddy.
See, my little sub begged for this all via texting. So, he thought he might get lucky and that his Mistress might wave off his horny advances. He was pleading for a blowjob. Poor little dick loser really thought he might actually get one! I’m not sure what’s sadder: his tiny little nub, or his deflating hopes and dreams. He had such big hopes and dreams that his Mistress might touch it, or that any girl might please him one day. However, he knows that it’s so tiny, he’ll likely never please anyone with it. If anything, he might need to use one of those extender penis sleeves…if he wants to get lucky the traditional way.
Poor little dick loser!
When he came home last night, he was oh-so-hopeful. He even waited for me at the end of the bed, naked, and kneeling. What a good boy! I did reward him verbally and even gave him a little pat on his head as I walked by. I giggled at him and how eagerly he presented himself and his tiny dick. Even if he hadn’t touched it, it was perked up and excited at the opportunity. But that little dick loser wasn’t getting the blowjob he had begged for. Nowhere even close! I even heard him sneak a few wanks in as I dressed into my outfit for the evening. I emerged from my closet in a sultry little red lace teddy and black stiletto heels. As I walked past him, he squirmed in excitement and totally indulged me in compliments.
“Still think you’re getting a reward?” I asked, tilting my head a little as I looked down at his tiny baby carrot dick. He nodded so eagerly that I couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh, you poor little delusional sissy!” I berated him as I drew closer, and I put my hand against his little dick. For a second, he was excited. And then he felt my long, manicured nails squeeze and pinch at it. He squirmed and started begging. “Mistress, please!” It was like music to my ears. And guess what came next? I made him think he might finally get what he was yearning for. I came down slowly, getting on my knees. My lips drew so close so his cock that he could feel my breath. Poor little dick loser looked so distraught when he finally saw why.
I trapped his little dick in a cage.
A tiny little cock cage. I might as well call it a clit cage with how tiny it was. I squeezed it tighter to really get it to clamp shut. Poor little sissy was trying to get hard when I put it on him. Whoops! His boner was no more. It deflated so quickly when I secured the cage. And then, to add insult to injury, I stroked it lightly with my fingertips. He shivered from what little pleasure he could get, practically melting in my hands. “Aw, does that feel good, you little dick loser?” He nodded, somewhere between excitement and disappointment. He knew it would be quite a while before I let him out of his cage if I did so at all.
With that, I ordered my little sissy to lay back. Crueler still, I ordered him to play with himself for me, even in the cock cage. All the while, I strutted around the room, showing off in my seductive red lingerie. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from me and he did exactly as I ordered him to. My poor little dick loser tortured himself over and over again. Every time he was excited enough to try getting hard, the cold grip of the cage would make him subside. What a wicked game to play with his tiny useless dick. Maybe I should play the same game with you. How little is YOUR clit?
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