Is penis size important to women?
Let me answer your question by asking a few of my own…
Is water important to fish? Is the Koran important to Muslims? Is oxygen important to photosynthesis?
Of course penis size is important to women, you pathetic little sissy!
In fact, I’ve noticed that women are becoming increasingly more assertive about the issue and the practice of small penis humiliation. Last week, I attended a young women’s entrepreneurship meeting and one of the coders suggested we create a national database of men with small penises. Just imagine it: you have a date on Tinder, and after a few exploratory phone calls he tells you that his full name is Stephen Mathews. You run his name through the database and discover he’s hung like a hamster. That surely must be the definition of time saving technology!
Small penises are not only inadequate but they are disgusting to look at: they make us wretch. Supposedly a tiny todger forms part of human anatomy but it looks much more like diptera larvae from the animal kingdom (that’s a ‘maggot’ in everyday speak). Researching this book, I had many conversations with young women, and Michaela – a 27-year-old graphic designer – told me that shrivelled willies always looks like they belong in a nappy. We had a great laugh at her remark, and decided that men like you should be forced to wear frilly nappies to remind you that you’re hung like an infant. What do you think? How would you like to see your peewee nestling in the crinkled folds of a silky nappy? Surely you approve!
Or better still, we should tattoo men like you – just in case you find a way of escaping the database. The mark would be discreet but situated on the back of the left hand so it was permanently visible. During meetings or rowdy discussions girls could look at you while you’re talking and watch your macho posturing, knowing full well that you were a halfling. Whatever you said, whatever you argued, I would just have to sneer and say ‘shut up, you tiny dicked loser’ and you’d scuttle off like a cockroach into the shadows where all sissies belong.
But that’s the thing. If small dicked men were named and shamed they wouldn’t bother macho posturing. They wouldn’t bother because everyone would know they were a sissy and it would be utterly laughable and only add to their pathetitude. Little by little they would drift towards femininity. I’m quite sure they’d talk more, compromise more, care more. And that’s another reason why it would be socially useful to register sissies…it would immediately reduce the amount of macho posturing in the world by 20 to 30%.
I mean…imagine if Putin had a baby dick – a tiny little shrivelled maggot – and everyone in the world saw a photo of it one day. Do you really think he would conduct domestic and foreign policy in the same way? I very much doubt it. You see – a baby dick is a baby dick – no biggie (if you’ll excuse the pun), it only becomes a big deal when the guy with said baby dick tries to act like the big man, and everyone’s like “you’re not a big man…you’re a baby dicked sissy.” I’m telling you: exposing the world’s leading peewees would bring more presidents to the negotiating table than any amount of bombs.
But I run ahead of myself…let’s get back to a more viable ambition: a website which any woman could access to inform other women that she was about to take a trip to micro-penis city. A national register of men with toy cocks. Such a database would permanently eradicate them from the mating and dating pool, leaving behind what girls really want: real men!
But what is a real man?
In an age of gender equality there are no powers of the mind that a man has over a woman, which means that masculinity can never be about rationality or driving skills or lighting barbecues. It is about the one thing that separates men and women: physique. The smaller your cock and the less muscled your body, the more like a girl you are. We want men…real men…and that means just one thing: a fat cock and a hard, muscly body. It’s time for women to start being honest and telling little dicked losers like you to stop wasting our time.
This may seem brutal, but a society in which women were more honest about this problem would benefit sissies. Why? Because deep down, sissies know that they can’t satisfy a woman, and deep down don’t even pine to sleep with a woman: they pine to serve one. They don’t want to fuck us, they want to comb our hair and choose our lingerie and watch real men fuck us, and (if it’s time for their weekly treat) to be allowed to practice some form of humiliating worship like going slurpy seconds as a clean-up cuckold.
As a psychologist and dominatrix, I know this to be true, and intend to spend the next eighteen months making sure that women around the world also know it’s true. Across the country women are going to launch a crackdown on sissies and make sure they take up their appropriate position – servitude – and that they receive the wages they so desire: humiliation, chastity and punishment.
Nationwide small penis humiliation
But what should be the starting point of my explanation when I write in women’s magazines and do interviews on talk radio? That’s easy! With the subject of these pages: small penis humiliation.
I will be advising women (your girlfriend, for example) to conduct a little experiment. One Friday, she’s gonna wear a slinky little number to bed…or better…a slutty little number: a burlesque corset with fishnets and gloves. Once she’s dressed in this exciting little number she should apply lots of makeup, lie on the bed and call her little dicked sissy to the bedroom. Your tongue will fall to the floor and your little cocktail sausage will stiffen immediately.
Then she will tell you to get naked…and to stand where she can see you. Once naked, her expression of lust and excitement will change to one of disappointment. And you’ll say…” What’s wrong?” in that pathetic, sissy tone of yours.
And she’ll say: “I thought my outfit would at least get you hard.”
And you’ll say: “I am. Look at it! Solid as a rock!”
And she’ll say: “Come on…that’s not an erection…it’s tiny.”
This will throw you. This is new territory. “But you’ve never said that before!” you say (a pathetic attempt to be chipper.) Meanwhile, your pathetic todger will already be wilting, looking even more pathetic than it did.
“Come here!” she says. “Right here. And I want you to stand.”
Her tone will be more commanding now…and your subconscious will pick up the undertone of what you most desire: domination.
“Now…do as you’re told or I might have to punish you,” she says, confirming that she’s taking on a tougher role. You stand before her and she will examine your boyhood between thumb and forefinger. The sensation is nice and you look at her breasts in the corset and her gloved hand and the capillaries of your little cock fill with blood and your acorn sized helmet expands.
“It’s like…I’ve never really looked at it before…I’ve just blindly accepted it. But now I really look at it…your helmet reminds me of a fly’s head. It really is fucking tiny, isn’t it?”
You will moan, enjoying the needling of your diminutive helmet, and then she will say those crucial words. “I asked you a question…I said, it’s tiny isn’t it…and you need to say, yes, mistress!”
And you will say those important words back, “Yes, mistress.”
“Do you know what? I’m going to get myself a real man…but don’t worry…I’ll still need you around to serve me.”
By that point it’ll be clear. If your baby carrot is hard then she will know that her boyfriend…her ‘man’… is a tiny dicked little sissy who wants nothing more than to be her clean up cuckold and to wash her cum stained lingerie by hand. She will know that she can go out the next day and buy you a chastity device and condemn you to never orgasm again…
…and that you’ll love it!
Really, her options are endless…she could convert you into a domestic maid or a houseboy or a human footstool…whatever she wants. But let’s put aside your future and look at things from a national perspective. How can we create this cultural change where sissies are no longer tolerated and are put to the tasks they do so well?
The answer, in my opinion, is education. But this is the crucial part: it’s not just women we need to educate, but sissies too…in order to make them see just how pointless and socially disruptive they are when they try to pass themselves off as men. And last summer I came up with the perfect educational concept after reading Charles Bukowski.
Women, by Bukowski, is one of the most sexist novels of the twentieth century, but ironically, it’s also the only male-authored book that sheds light on what it’s like to sleep with a tiny-dicked loser.
After failing to reach orgasm with one of his conquests, Bukowski lights a cigarette and laments…
“I was unable to tell Mindy what it was. I didn’t know how to tell her she had a big cunt. Maybe nobody had ever told her.”
I reacted to this with a mixture of horror and amusement but also saw the potential to educate sissies on why they can never satisfy a woman. Two days later, I created an educational tool called ‘Bukowski’s cave’ that soon morphed into Mindy and her unfeasibly massive minge – in reference to my assistant’s favorite comic. This will be the most important concept in your road to understanding your biological disability, sissy…so pay attention!
What I want you to imagine is that Mindy is lying beneath you with open legs. You enter her…and it’s like a cave down there; I mean, there’s enough space to shelter a small, prehistoric community. You push, you thrust, you wriggle around…and although there’s some sensation and it’s kind of nice, you just can’t get enough friction to properly get off.
Five minutes later, after a lot more pushing and shoving (trying various angles and positions) you start to realize that this experience is going nowhere and that you’re definitely not going to cum. You think to yourself, “Jesus Christ…this is a nightmare!” But because you don’t want to offend Mindy or make her insecure about her unfeasibly massive minge, you go through the motions and pretend you’re enjoying yourself.
Congratulations…if you just imagined that scenario perfectly you now know what it’s like to have sex with a small-dicked sissy. It’s kind of okay for a couple of minutes…but you just can’t get that stimulation you need to get off…and by the end you’re going through the motions, hoping the loser cums as quickly as possible so you can go to sleep. All girls have their tricks for intercourse with a peewee…certain positions, angles, ways of tensing the muscles down below…but it’s too much work.
By contrast, when a real man enters your pussy you gasp for breath and don’t have to work at all…you just lie back and feel the incredible fullness of his phallus burying itself deep into your core. And this is the real worrying thing for you, sissy: not only do we care about size…but we can never respect a man with a small cock.
Sure…we can like him. Sure…we can respect him as a father, as a husband, as a friend…and he can be the person we most love in the world…but we can never respect him as a man. You see…a small dicked sissy is not a man…a small dicked sissy is a sissy…and I firmly believe that a sissy should be classified as its own separate gender: not man, not woman…but sissy.
Small penis humiliation is what you deserve
Haven’t you noticed the way your girl suddenly becomes more animated in the presence of a real man?
Haven’t you seen the way her eyes sparkle and she touches her hair when she’s talking to your best friend or your boss or the neighbour down your street? And haven’t you noticed how it’s not even that these guys are handsome? It’s just they give off an aura…you can spot it a mile off in the hands and the face and you just know they’re packing something meaty and you just want to get down on your knees and start getting acquainted with it. That is what your wife is thinking when she talks to a real man. And then she looks back at you, and do you know what she thinks?
Nothing! Because sissies are like pets and children and old relatives…you immediately stop paying attention to them when a real man enters the room. Do you understand? It’s not that inside her mind she sneers or is contemptuous or wistful (she saves that for when she sees you naked) she just doesn’t even register your presence.
Is penis size important to women?
Of course it is, you pathetic little sissy!
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