A slow, cruel session on exactly how small it is, until you can't argue with it and can't ever forget it. 

This file is about how small it is. I say it slow and blunt and certain, over and over, until you stop being able to argue. I catalogue what it actually is now, a nub, a stub, a wet little knot, more like a clit than anything, and everything it can't do: fill a hand, satisfy anyone, two fingers is all it ever takes and it has never once been enough.

I make it shrink in your hand while you stroke it, in real time, your own fingers doing it to you. Then I take you into the look on a woman's face the second it comes out, the polite little lie, the pity she hides, the way she laughs about you with her friends after, because you're the story women tell each other and you never once satisfied one of them.

Then I build the voice that lives in your head from now on. The dread before you even pull it out. The apology you've made your whole life. The it's too small that never shuts up again. That's the part that follows you out of the file.

And I take the last thing you've got, the ability to know its real size. Your hand lies, your eyes round it up, so every glance down for the rest of your life fires the same little question, smaller than last time, and you'll never be sure again. I seal it cold and final on a slow count to zero, and you come on zero to the worst thought you own: that you're a small, soft, finished little loser, sealed for good, no undo.

Single voice, deep and close, soft right up against the cruelty. No tiptoeing, no kind words. Just you, your hand, and the truth.

Tags: SPH, small penis humiliation, shrinking, cock shrinking, impotence, inadequacy, loser, denial, JOI, edging, mind fuck, conditioning, permanent, femdom