Penis Punishment: Menthol & Capsaicin
Man’s ego is no larger than his penis. Phallic inferiority guides a male to a proper evaluation of his worth. Small penis mockery is another method for training the inferior gender.
Men with tiny penises are sought after in Femdomly. Such men are strongly conscious of their inferiority. Small penis humiliation sessions supplement daily spankings.
Often the male’s Domme Owner merely points between his legs. She cannot but smile at masculine misery.
Kept medically impotent there is no need to hide his inadequacy with a male chastity sheath.
Mandatory male nudity ensures that visiting Dommes see his smallness. They too wound his ego with smiles and laughter.
Some Dommes prefer well-hung males. Destroying their over large egos is satisfyingly pleasurable. The ultimate cruelty: phallus reduction surgery.
Objectively, male penis size is mostly irrelevant. Few women in Femdomly have physical contact with men.
One morning a Mistress greeted her naked and kneeling male slave.
“I’ve entered your little one in a small penis contest? If it doesn’t win, I will punish it.”
An outsider might think she is unfair. That demonstrates ignorance of the ways of Femdomly. The inherent inequality of women and men renders such notions as fairness irrelevant.
The slave doubted his penis was the smallest. He feared hours of the cruelest CBT.
One man was smaller.
Once home, Mistress tied the slave to a St. Andrew’s cross. Rope coiled tightly around arms, legs and chest. He was immobile.
Donning dishwashing gloves, she rubbed his penis with a rough scouring pad. Metal fibers scraped away surface skin. His phallus became raw and red. Gentle touches made him flinch and go “yelp!”
Mistress brought out a tube of a cream containing menthol and capsaicin. The package claimed it would soothe muscle pain. Was Mistress going to be kind?
No. She could never be kind to a man. Small print warned against using the cream on cut or irritated skin.
She squeezed out about half the tube. Quickly she massaged his genitals. A thick coat covered phallus and scrotal sac.
The covered skin burned. He wept. He screamed. Within five minutes he begged her to castrate him. To cut everything off.
Mistress left him. She could not add to his suffering.
Upstairs, she sipped wine, listening to his screams. Her neighbors surely heard him. The women would laugh. The men tremble.
It was just another day in Femdomly.