I received a note from an ex partner who I haven't been with for years. Part of his note:
Miss M, I feeI need to confess that after all these years I still don't fully understand why I am still flooded with memories of how you showed me how pathetic my cock is. That thought remains probably the biggest turn on for me. Why do I get so aroused every time I remember how you used to taunt me about how inadequate it was to please you? Why do I even feel gratitude about what I learned about my true identity?
It's funny, because he had a perfectly normal sized cock. Nevertheless, I declared war on it and his attitude about his manliness. There was a male arrogance about him that remained despite our having explored several areas of our FLR. He had learned to do housework and he learned to take a whipping. But I realized more was required for him to be reduced as a male. To accomplish this task, I started ridiculing his penis. I told him it was inadequate. I bought a flexible sheath that I placed over it that added size and thickness when I allowed him coitus. I would tease and arouse him to raging, throbbing erection and tell him that he wasn’t large enough to please me. I berated him, sneered at him, and tried very hard to hurt his feelings. I’m not a size queen. I think dicks are funny looking creatures. I could live my whole life without ever seeing another one. His was adequate but the truth didn’t matter. Boys love their dicks and are often proud of them. Somewhere in their mind, most think that they can fuck better than other men. It’s the way boys are built but it’s not the way I wanted my boy to think. I wanted him to be deeply grateful to me to allow him to serve me knowing his utter inadequacies. The harder I was on him the more it turned him on. I was learning. You may think bending the truth is not fair or whatever your complaint might be. Oh, you don’t understand a woman like me at all. I wanted to devour him alive. I wanted his complete attention and devotion. Would I lie? Manipulate? Deceive? Oh yes, a thousand times. All is fair in love and war. Dominating him was both.
