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Domme-ologue: Boys Being JUST BARELY Too SmallI have an urge..
🕑 Added 2025-01-12 14:19:02 +0000 UTCDomme-ologue: Boys Being JUST BARELY Too Small
I have an urge that I just NEED to fulfill with a new pet. Sometimes, I worry that I play with my food too much, keep the teasing turned up just a little too much. And what can I say, it's so hard to find a decent pet these days. So, I'm afraid I'll just have to share my daydreams with you all and torment you instead. Hope you don't mind!
To start off my newest scenario, I want to measure my pet's manhood, wrapping the measuring tape snuggly around his girth, pulling it just a little too tight, reading the number out loud and scoffing in disappointment. After a firm, disappointed shake of the head, it would be time to run the measure along the length, letting out an audible sigh and telling him, "it's just barely too small."
"If only you were just one inch longer, one inch wider, then you could fill me up. But alas, you're just not enough for me. I can't imagine letting something so small inside me, I bet I wouldn't even feel anything! Frankly, it's disrespectful, you should be ashamed."
Then, for the next week or so, he gets nothing. No touches, no strokes, no peaks into bliss, just pure unrelenting ache. I want to hear him moan and whine, hearing he's so pent up and needs release. But, unfortunately, he's just too small. It's his own fault really. If he were enough of a man, we wouldn't have this problem and he'd be getting ridden six ways to Sunday every single day. But, he's not. Shame on you pet.
After the unrelenting ache becomes too much, I'd set him on the bed, naked and on his knees, his member free to do as it pleases, but no touching. Then, it would be time for my fun. You see, the measurements wouldn't just be for show, I genuinely would need them, because I'd go out of my way to pick up a new toy, one that's just one inch bigger, one inch wider, something just barely big enough for me. And I'd make him watch.
I'd make him watch as I used it on myself. I'd make him watch it dig deep inside me, filling every inch of me while I thrash on the bed, moaning in ecstasy from a member just slightly bigger than he can match, all while he sits there on the bed, pretty as a peach, his member as full salute, completely untouched and unloved. I'd make him watch me use the toy, the embodiment of the heights he can never achieve, bring me to glory. And then, only after I'm completely satisfied, would I turn my attention back to him.
I'm a firm believer that men need to be milked after all. So, in my lap he'd go. To make sure he's really in the mood, really ready for his reward for being such a good boy and sitting quietly for me, I'd feed him my juices, the evidence that he couldn't make my so wet and fulfilled, feeding it to him on my fingers and making him lick every single digit clean.
Once he's out of his mind and wild with need, it would be time for his milking. I'd pet his hair, stroke his piece (aching so strongly after a week without love and watching me reach my bliss), and whisper sweet nothings into his ear, until he finally reached his peak. "It's okay," I'd whisper, "I still love you, my sweet boy. You may not be enough to be worthy of being inside me, but even boys like you deserve to release" I'd bring him to a crashing crescendo, spraying his need into the heavens, and cuddle him until he comes back to earth.
