Humiliated into Impotence
The Crowd of Dommes Laughed Swivelgun James once dated a Domme’s daughter. Only one date. No woman wanted to see him twice. Sandy, the girl, had not giggled at him. When he took off his underwear she looked as if she was seeing a curiosity that belonged on display in a museum. James grabbed his clothes and hid in the bathroom until she left. All of fifteen seconds. Sandy told her mother, Cassandra. She described his penis as freakishly tiny. Sandy had no idea that her report of a man’s sexual inadequacy would be useful. The Materfamilias Estates has an annual summer fair. Unlike the vanilla world, much of the entertainment consists of shaming males. Cassandra had never won the Small Penis Contest. [...]


