Small Penis Humiliation Of Husband

"Would it turn you on to see my pussy getting stretched apart and me being satisfied by a dildo that is much bigger than you, doing what you can never do with your very small dick?"

"It looks like it would turn you on – look how hard your little pee-pee is now. It's trying to be a cock, but it can't – it's just too small", I giggled school-girlishly."

I was right - he was as hard as ever, and he knew it, as he looked down to see his cock standing proudly – a true indication of the effect my words were having on him. He nodded slowly.

"If I made you wear a strap on dildo or a penis extension to make love to me, would you do that? Even if it meant you wouldn't be allowed to cum until much later – maybe not at all. Think about how much longer you would last if you were fucking me with a toy first – we both know how easily he can get over-excited sometimes."

"Perhaps we should consider getting a cock cage and locking up little Mr Pee-Pee so that he doesn't get too excited before it's his turn. I'll keep the key and he'll be under my control until I've been sexually satisfied. No satisfaction for me and he stays in his cock cage – perhaps for days. Would you like that – to have your sexual release completely at my discretion and under my control?" He slowly, bashfully nodded his agreement to the question.

I reached across to my side of the bed and pulled out my latex rubber 6.5 inch dildo from the bedside drawer, which was incredibly lifelike, veins and all. Even though there are larger ones available, I've always found this the perfect size for me during my self-sessions – it's longer than my husband's penis, but not so much wider than him that it hurts or stretches me too much. I still need to be able to feel my husband inside me, after all. I held up the dildo alongside my husband's cock, so that we could compare the difference in size. It was clearly much bigger, both in length and girth.

"Look at that honey - that's what a real man's cock looks like" I told him, as we both looked at them, lined up side by side. "That's the sort of size I'm looking for in a cock. Your dick looks like a wee pinky finger being held up beside a large middle finger." He squirmed with embarrassment.

I placed the dildo between my legs and gently rubbed the length of it between my pussy lips, several times, teasing my entrance, but deliberately not penetrating it yet. "Yesss" I whispered. "This is going to feel so good soon, when it goes all the way in, the way a real cock would feel." I held it up to the light and the juice that hard started to rise from my pussy, was clearly visible around the first half an inch or so.

I rested the base of the dildo on his forehead, holding it there whilst I straddled him. I shuffled forward until my pussy hovered just a few inches above his face, giving him a good view of my moist but as yet, still tight and unpenetrated cunt. Sitting up a little, I positioned myself over the end of the dildo, and eased myself down until the head was just resting in the fold between my pussy lips. I could see him looking up, gazing intently as he took in the sight of it all, and I heard his breathing, deep and excited.

Slowly, deliberately I began to ease down on the lifelike cock. My pussy resisted it at first, and my flesh whitened at the pressure. Then my lips began to ease apart with the extra force, as they gave way and accepted the penetration, and the shaft began disappearing, inch by glorious inch as it sank inside of me. I gasped involuntarily as the entire length of it sank firmly into place, with the lifelike balls now pressing firmly against the back of my thighs. He had a perfect view of the entire penetration and I could tell he loved seeing me being completely taken by it, as I buried it deep, with my cunt, my pussy lips visible, stretched and tightly enveloping the outer circumference of the lifelike cock.

Hold the base of it with your teeth I commanded. As he did so, I pulled away, and the pink shaft re-emerged, shiny with my juices, until just the head remained hidden in my opening. I eased down on it again, and we repeated this process several times, each time being easier than the last, as my juices really began to flow and my pussy loosened up, now accommodating the full width and length of the cock with ease. Finally I pulled out all the way, and it slipped out completely with a slurp and landed on his chest.

"How does it feel knowing that you can never fill me up and stretch me out the way this cock just did?" I asked. He didn't reply, but gazed at me intently, urging me on.

"Here, lick this clean for me, little man" I said as I held the dildo out in front of him. Following my command, he shyly licked and sucked the length of it, until he had gone over every inch of it with his tongue. "Whose a good little cock sucker then?" I asked, once he had completed the task. He suddenly seemed to realise he had been licking and sucking an imitation cock, and he blushed deeply at my question, without answering.

"I'll just pop it here for later. If you need a reminder of what a real cock looks like, you won't have far to look", I said. As I lay it down on the pillow beside him, it rolled up against his cheek.

"Maybe in future we should not let you cum in our sessions. Or at least not until I have cum good and hard, properly. Maybe that will mean that you start to work harder to satisfy me. You know, to help compensate for you having such a small dick. Maybe this little game of yours could start to work for me after all..." I said, pretending to think out loud.

"Maybe we introduce a new rule that if you cum before I do, you have to eat me out? Hmmm - yes that's it – you'll have to clean up your own cum if you haven't satisfied me first. If you were only allowed to cum if you clean me up afterwards, would you? No clean up equals no cumming for you."

I had said this last comment before I thought it through properly, but as the words rolled off my tongue, it gave me a new kind of thrill, one that I had not experienced before. This was taking the change in power to a whole new level. It was one thing for me to be telling my husband what a pathetic little cock he had, largely at his own insistence, but for me to possibly make him eat his own cum creampie? Well this was a whole new ball game – the ultimate humiliation.

I couldn't believe the thrill I was starting to get from this nasty thought. I had often wanted him to kiss me after I had sucked him off, to know that just maybe he was tasting some of his own cum when we kissed, but he was usually quite coy about any lip contact after receiving a good blowie.

The thought seemed to be turning me on in the same way that it always turned him on when he made me go down on his cock after he had entered me with it, but before he had cum, when he knew that he was making me taste my own pussy juice, fresh off his cock.

The power I had over him was really going to my head now, and I think he too sensed a shift, an upping of the tempo. This wasn't something we had discussed before, and we were both entering new territory.

"Have you ever eaten your own cum before? " I asked. He shook his head. "Have you tried to? Have you wanted to? You pretend you don't like the idea but why has your little dick suddenly become so hard?"

He didn't answer but he couldn't hide the hardness of his cock, and so I pushed on, going into an area we had not previously ventured into.

"I think the idea must excite you, even just a teeny weenie bit" I challenged. "Did you chicken out of doing it on your own previously? Would you like me to make you eat your cum instead? Would that be easier if I 'make you do it', so that it's not your decision, you won't have a choice and you can't change your mind?"

He still didn't answer, but there might have been the faint sign of a nod of agreement, – or had I imagined that? He continued to watch me intently, presumably wondering where I had gotten this idea from, and just how far was I going to take it.

"Would that be humiliating for you? I would then call you my kinky, little dicked cum eater, my sissy little cum slut. Perhaps I'll make you wear a pair of my knickers at the same time. You liked it when I made you wear my knickers before fucking me one other time didn't you? I know you've tried to get me to make you do it again at least a couple of times, but I keep pretending not to have picked up on it. Why don't you just put a pair of them on yourself, without getting me to make you do it? Show me what sort of a man you are. One that wears the pants alright, - my pants, or should I say panties." I chuckled out loud, then tut-tutted, disapprovingly.

I guessed that by his short, rapid breathing and the far away look in his eyes that he was excited beyond belief. The site of his cock straining and twitching did nothing to dispel this assumption. I might have just opened the door on something that neither of us previously knew existed.

"What a little sissy boy you really are. First you wear my knickers when I tell you to put them on, not really expecting that you would, and then you confess that you like to be mocked for having a small dick. Now you want me to make you eat your cum?" I exclaimed loudly.

He moved his head, though it wasn't clear if it was a nod or a shake. I knew he wasn't entirely comfortable with how loud my last comments had been, for fear of the neighbours hearing, but I could also tell from the lust in his eyes that he was thrilled by the naughtiness of it all.

I took his indecisive head movements as a sign that he wanted to be seen shaking it, but that he was actually subtly nodding, and so I continued, making sure I spoke clearly and a little louder than was necessary.

"Well alright, if that's what you think will turn you on. We can pretend it was my idea if it helps you get over the guilt of eating cum – at least it will be your own cum. I know you will probably be all excited and up for it before hand, but that as soon as you cum you will probably try and change your mind. I've read about that sort of reaction by guys before – it's quite common apparently - so I'll be ready for it. However if you have asked me to make you do it, you won't be able to back out. There will be no changing your mind at the last moment. I'll make you beg me to make you eat it before you cum, and then you'll just have to go through with it, whether you want to change your mind or not."

"Perhaps I could make you cum in my pussy then lick it all back up again straight away – you know, a proper creampie for you to eat? Is that what you want? With you tied down there will be no going back. To start with I'll straddle your little dick and bury it deep in my pussy. I'll bring you right to the edge, then stop, and bring my pussy up to your face, make you lick around my lips, taste my juices, maybe you'll even get to taste some of your own pre-cum."

"You've confessed to me before that it's a bit of a turn on for you to be made to lick my pussy after you've just had your dick in there, getting my juices running, haven't you? Haven't you?!" I repeated more loudly, eventually getting a reluctant nod back.

Continuing in a louder voice I said "You're not saying much are you? Then again you're not arguing or refuting any of this either. Can I take it that your silence means that you agree with everything I'm saying? Can I?" I asked again, when he failed to answer. Again he gave me a slow, reluctant nod. "I thought so" I said, just to officially confirm where we both stood to ourselves and anyone else who may have been listening in.

His hard cock looked purple and angry, and throbbed and twitched away, with pre-cum starting to ooze from the tip. His eyes told me that he was begging for an opportunity for sexual release, even if he was too proud or humiliated to ask for it himself.

I begin to act out my words, climbing on, straddling him again, and positioning my pussy just above his cock, gently rubbing my pussy lips across the head of his penis. I gently kneeled down, and my moist cunt lips easily spread apart, as I allowed the head of his cock to slowly enter me. I held it there and felt him begin to tremble with excitement. After a few seconds, I slowly, deliberately, forced myself down, and his cock sank deep inside of me. He hissed with elation as my pussy finally enveloped his cock for the first time that night, and I must say, I drew a deep breath myself.

After pausing for a few seconds, I asked him "Is it in yet?" He nodded slowly. "All the way in?" I ask. Again he nodded guiltily. "Sorry" I say, "it's just that after that nice big dildo stretching me out, when you go in for sloppy seconds with such a small cock, I can't tell if you are actually in, or if you have slipped out or maybe even gone soft on me. You really do have a small dick baby, and I just can't feel if it's actually inside me or not. I hope you don't mind me checking?" He shook his head.

I began humping him slowly, and I could tell he was very excited. "That's it, my little man", I whisper in his hear. Then louder, "Come on, fuck me with that tiny little dick of yours, baby. We can both pretend it's a proper cock, even though it's only a small one."

The humiliation from these words was visibly getting to him. When I thought he couldn't take it any longer I held my body movements, and instead just clenched and unclenched my pussy muscles, feeling it grip and release around sides of his cock, as I helped get his pre-cum juices flowing, without taking him over the edge.

Then I sat up, feeling him slide all the way out of my vagina with a slurp. I shuffled forward on my knees until my pussy hovered, just inches above his face. He tried to sit up to reach it, but the restraints hold his arms back, and instead all he could do was raise his head, his tongue eagerly outstretched, trying to get a taste of my pussy.

"Uh-uhh" I tut. "Not so fast". "First of all, who is feeling horny?" I asked. "I am", he mutters, "so fucking horny you won't know what's hit you in a moment" "Really?" I say. "Do you not realise that you are the one who is tied up and under my control? It will be me that decides when you are ready and allowed to cum, not you. Next question – who has a tiny dick?" He didn't answer.

One of the strange quirks of this SPH fetish for my husband was that he still struggled to admit that he had a small penis, or that being told this turned him on. That's not to say he didn't like it when I told him how small he was, he just struggled to admit it to me himself. This still seemed to be the ultimate in humiliation for him – a metaphorical hurdle he had tried to clear on his own a few times, but always struggled at, without me pushing him along. I persevered.

"Come on little boy, admit it, tell me you have a small penis, or we may as well stop here." I began reaching for the bindings, as if to untie them. "I need to hear you say it yourself." I leaned forward and whispered in his hear, "and make sure you say it very, very loudly – you know - loud enough for everyone to hear." I cast my eyes furtively in the direction of the neighbour's wall.

He could see I meant business, and he clearly didn't want me to stop, so cleared his throat. He surprised me by beginning very loudly, almost as if he was calling out to me in another room. "I'm sorry baby, OK? Come back to bed. Yes, you're right, I admit it. I know I have a small cock - much smaller than average - and I'm sorry it's not bigger. I love it so much that you still let me make love to you with it, and that you allow me to please you with my tongue, and with your much larger dildo which I just love pleasuring you with."

He stopped, his face flushed red with the shame and embarrassment of his admission, and the knowledge that if the neighbours were in their bedroom, they would not have failed to hear his outburst.

"Go on" I said, pushing him for more. He began again, quieter this time, as if I had come back to the bed, yet still just loud enough for the neighbours to possibly hear. "I really love it that you are honest enough to tell me what a small cock I have, and that it's not large enough to satisfy you. I understand why I need and deserve to be told about this so much by you, so that I remain aware of it and can continue to try and make it up to you. You have every right to point out how frustrated you are with it, and in the future I'll try much harder to please you sexually in other ways", he promised as he cast his eyes sideways towards the dildo lying on the pillow beside him, his voice quivering with nervousness. . He stopped and waited for my reaction.

We paused, thinking we heard muffled, quiet talking through the wall, then it went quiet again. There may have been a slight knock on the wall, but then again it might have just been someone out on the street.

"That's better" I said quietly. "Now get that tongue of yours into action". I eased myself onto his face, and felt him feeling his way around my swelling pussy lips with his tongue, darting in and out, and teasing my clit. "Can you taste my juices, little man?" I asked, as he worked away. He nodded. "What about your pre-cum? Taste that too?" He shrugged and continued with his tongue. I think we both know you are eating your own pre-cum by now, you kinky, dirty little man", I said as I ground myself into his face, with a steady, determined rhythm.

I repeated this process another two or three times, each time first teasing his cock with my cunt, taking him a little closer to the edge each time, before returning my pussy back to his face, where his tongue lapped up our juices eagerly, as he hunted out my clit. There was no doubt in either of our minds by now, that every time my pussy went back to his face, it carried more of his pre-cum for him to lap up. Just to be sure though, I reached behind, and gathered up the pre-cum that was by now continuing to seep slowly out of his cock in an almost steady flow, as he tongued my pussy. Reaching down, I held my fingers - wet and glistening with his pre-cum - just above his lips. He eagerly leaned forward and licked my fingers clean.

"Mmm, I see someone's very keen to taste his own cum" I say. "I wonder if he will be just as keen when it's more than just pre-cum that he has to eat?"

I was so turned on with the power I held over him, and I was already in an incredibly high state of arousal. I could feel the excitement of adrenalin as it surged through my body. I smelt the aroma of my pussy, along with the clean smell of shampoo and moisturisers. I felt my cunt juices running down and out my pussy, and I could hear the slurping and licking, as my husband lapped them up, also lost in his own desires. Every one of my body senses was working overtime, feeding me with information, and fuelling my desires even further. I was literally trembling with adrenilin and hormones.

I asked him if he was ready to cum. I asked him what he'll do if I let him cum, and eventually he finds his tongue again, telling me he is ready and he will do anything – absolutely anything at all. I tell him he'll have to beg to eat his own cum, and that he has to promise me that as soon as he cums, he will clean it all up, like the good little cum slut that he is about to become.

I tell him a promise is a promise, that it's obvious he must have wanted this for a long time now, and that tonight is the night he is finally going to eat his own cum. "Yes", he whispers. "Yes what?" I ask innocently. "Yes please" he replies in an urgent but obedient tone.

"Uh-uh" I tell him. "You don't get it that easily. I said you have to beg". "Ple-ease" he whimpers. "Please what?" I snap. "Please, please make me do it". "Make you do what? You are making this very difficult for yourself" I snap, well aware he is now squirming with frustration and embarrassment.