A Shell of A Man

I stood before her in nothing but briefs, and socks.

She was assertive without even saying anything. The look in her eyes said it all. I must admit, I was afraid of her, petrified.

Slowly, I reached into the waistband of my briefs and in one swift motion, I slid them off.

There I was, completely naked before the woman of my dreams.

Her eyes were transfixed on my stiffy, Babs took one final swig of wine, clearing the glass.

Slowly her eyes peered back up to me.

She arched an eyebrow as a sly smirk appeared.

Suddenly, her hand shot out, roughly grabbing a firm hold of my penis.

"Well no wonder you're not married. You have the dick of an eight year old," she said in such a tone that sent shivers down my spine. I gulped in utter humiliation. This was not at all how I wanted this to happen. I knew I was small, but I didn't think she'd call attention to it, at least not like this.

"Such a shame. You looked just like a man. But you are not a man, you're a little sissy. Just a dickless sissy," although she was playfully teasing me, I detected a sense of disappointment and disapproval from her end. No one had ever called me a sissy before. I always imagined a sissy to be a feminine male and that just wasn't me. No way, no sir. It wasn't me at all.

"Babs, please don't call me a sissy. I'm not a sissy. I'm a man" I protested.

"No you're not. Men have penises. Low, thick hanging flesh muscles that can please a woman, that can take a woman where they are trying to go every time. You simply don't have that. You have a little itty bitty worm. It looks like a coat hook....... But, you're so hard!" she looked up at me in disgust, "you like this? You like me telling you how small and silly your little clitty is?"

A smile slowly formed in the corners of her mouth, "You like me telling you how pathetically small you are?"

Her tone of voice became softer as she looked up at me with those big brown eyes. She continued to fondle my privates, almost whispering at me.