Small Penis Handicaps...Peeing with a Tiny Dick

There are a lot of problems that come with having a really small penis. Obviously, it is difficult, if not impossible, to please a woman with a dick as small as mine. Another problem is finding condoms small enough to stay on my little penis. And there is the humiliation you feel when showering in a locker room and you're the smallest dick there. But there is another problem that all little-dicked guys have to deal with on a daily basis.....it's hard to pee with a small penis.

My Mistress has decided that I should pee sitting down from now on. It makes sense really, since men stand to pee, men have dicks, and my penis is closer to a clit than a dick. Every time I sit down to pee it reminds me of how pathetic my clit-dick is.

Standing to pee when your as small as I am is difficult. I'm only an inch or so long when soft, so I have to make sure I pull my little nub out as far as possible when I piss. I also have to make sure that the open fly of my pants is pushed back and away. I can't casually whip it out and go like most men. I have to make a conscious effort to get my pants out of the way.

Even if I get my baby-dick past my pants, I have to make sure I hit the toilet. I have to remember to get as close to the toilet as possible, and lean forward. Otherwise I dribble in the front of the rim or on the floor. I hate making a mess in my bathroom at home. And if I'm not careful, that's what happens. I doubt men with normal sized dicks have to clean the floor after every time they pee.

Another problem is public restrooms. I hate them. My dick is so small that I am embarrassed to pee in public urinals. I know most guys aren't looking, but I still get too nervous to go. It makes trips to the bathroom in crowded public places like bars, stadiums, and airports very difficult. I always think everyone who sees me go into a stall thinks I'm some kind of wimp that is scared to pee in public, which I am.

When I do manage to pee standing up without making a mess of my pants or the floor, I always get a little pee on my fingers. I don't have much of a dick to shake when I'm done, and it is so short that my fingers are really close to the end, so they always get some pee on them. I'm always amazed at the guys that don't wash their hands after pissing. It's really gross, but I assume there dicks are big enough that they can hold them at the base and still be far away from the pee stream.

So peeing sitting down is a better option, but it is still not perfect. You would think with a clit-dick I would be able to pee like a girl, but there is a problem. My flaccid penis is so short that it points instead of hangs. So I have to remember to push it down when I sit on the toilet. Otherwise the pee goes straight forward from my little acorn of a soft wiener, and can go over the front rim of the toilet. This makes a huge mess and is way worse than dribbling on the floor. It splashes all over the back of my legs and the pants I am wearing, and runs down the front of the toilet bowl too. I can clean up the toilet bowl, but getting the back of my pant legs covered in piss can only be fixed by doing laundry. And it looks odd to change your pants in the middle of the day for no reason. Imagine trying to explain that since you have a tiny penis, you have to sit to pee, but even that doesn't always work and you pissed all over yourself. It's humiliating.

This happened to me the other day, but luckily I was still wearing my PJ's so I didn't have to change pants in the middle of the day. The worst was when it happened on the first day of a long weekend trip, and I ruined one of the two pairs of pants I had packed.

So as you can see, having a tiny penis is a real handicap. It's more than the just the humiliation of being an inadequate sexual partner. It makes simple things like taking a leak very difficult. My penis is very pathetic and doesn't even function like a normal penis does. How sad.

Slave Memories: Bad Toilet, Slapped in the Face

Recently my Mistress asked me to send her a letter with some of my favorite memories of serving her. She said she enjoyed reading them, and I certainly enjoyed writing them, so I thought I would periodically share a fond memory of my Mistress here. This is the first.....

I was washing Mistress's dishes, one of my usual chores, when she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a wine glass. She walked out of the room, looked at me over her shoulder, smirked, and said "I think you need to drink a glass of my pee." She walked into the bathroom, and I nervously kept washing the dishes. Maybe thirty seconds later I hear her call to me, and when I get to the bathroom, a full wine glass of her pee is waiting for me to drink.

I had served as her toilet in sessions before, but usually when I was acting as houseboy I only did basic chores....dishes, sweeping, cleaning the litter box, taking out the garbage. If I was really lucky I got to give her a foot massage. Adding toilet service was an exciting new twist! After drinking her pee from that wine glass on a few occasions I suggested trying a large funnel instead. I thought it would be more like me actually being her toilet. If the funnel was large enough she could go without having to worry about spilling or me not being able to drink fast enough. It would be very convenient for her to use me to go to the bathroom. I was so happy when she agreed to try it! I was really going to be her toilet! It was quite an honor.

I was really nervous when the day came to use the funnel system for the first time. I bought a large black funnel at an auto parts store and went over to my Mistress's apartment to do my chores and be her toilet. I got there on time and rang the doorbell....with no response. That was odd, but I thought maybe she was messing with me. I waited a few minutes and tried the buzzer again, but there was still no response. Now I was wondering if I had the wrong day or time or if I had done something wrong to make her mad at me. I was really getting worried. I tried her cell phone, but she didn't answer. I didn't know what to do, so I waited outside her door. Eventually a motorcycle pulled up, and Mistress was on the back. She had been riding with a friend of hers that I recognized as another dominatrix. Mistress walked up to me, took off her helmet, and said, "I know we are supposed to use the funnel today. My friend will be using you too." They both handed me their helmets and walked past me inside.

Now I was really nervous. My Mistress was intimidating enough, but at least I was comfortable with her. Her friend scared me a little. When we got into the apartment I was told I would be getting them dinner before we did anything else. I took their order, walked to get the food, brought it back, and served them. I waited on them as they ate, and then cleared and washed the dishes. As they ate they talked and had a good time, but ignored me unless they had an order or request. Mistress's friend never said a word to me, but she would talk about me to my Mistress as if I wasn't there. It was very humiliating.

Now that dinner was over, it was time to serve them both as a human toilet. Since we had never used the funnel before Mistress was nervous that I was going to make a mess. The point of the funnel was to be convenient for her, but until I proved I could swallow all her pee she was going to be cautious. I was told to strip and lay in the bathtub so any potential mess would be easier to clean.

Her friend went first. She took off her pants and stood on the edges of the tub, I put the funnel in my mouth, and she positioned it in the right spot for her to pee in. She still did not say one word to me, or even look at me. Even when Mistress pointed out my small semi-erect penis she didn't say anything to me. She just agreed with Mistress that it was small. Because she never acknowledged me I really felt like I was simply a tool for her to use. I was nothing more than a toilet to her.

She started to go and I started to drink. She peed a lot, but I was able to swallow it all by placing my tongue over the opening of the funnel to control the flow. The funnel was large enough to hold all of her pee until I swallowed it all. It worked perfectly. Her piss didn't taste as good as Mistress's though.

As I was swallowing I heard Mistress just outside the door laughing really loudly. She was saying something about how loud I was swallowing and how much pee I was drinking. It was odd to have her acknowledge I was a person drinking pee and to have her think it was so funny, while her friend treated me as just another toilet.

Now it was Mistress's turn to go! Toilet training is on of her favorite things, but despite all her laughter I could tell she wasn't in a good mood. I knew she had somewhere to be that night, and we were running out of time, and since they were late getting back from their ride everything was rushed. I think she was frustrated with having too much to fit into the day, so I was very grateful that she didn't dismiss me before letting me drink her piss.

As she stood on the edges of her tub and straddled my face, she told me to close my eyes. I would be allowed to open them once she started to pee, but she didn't want me staring at her until then. I closed them as ordered and waited....but for some reason I forgot to keep them closed and opened them before she started to pee. I instantly regretted this. The look of anger on her face was something I never hope to see again. I had failed to follow the simplest of rules, and she was already annoyed. She was pissed, which was ironic since she was about to piss in my mouth.

She grabbed the funnel, moved it away from my mouth, and repeatedly slapped me in the face. She was genuinely angry with me. This was not role playing. This was not a pre-planned part of a session. She was slapping me hard as a real punishment for being too stupid to follow her rules. It was her first gut reaction. I felt so bad that I had angered her, but at the same time I never felt so close to her as her property. She was slapping the hell out of my face because she could. I was hers, and she could slap me all she wanted. That moment still stands out to me. I was the property of Lady Madeline, and she let me know it.

She then peed a little and I drank it, and she immediately kicked me out. She was so annoyed with me. I didn't even get to kiss her feet before I left. I called her later to apologize, but of course she didn't answer.

We used that funnel a lot after that day, and I was never slapped for opening my eyes again. Serving as her toilet was always a thrill for me, but that first time was the most memorable. Not because I got to drink her golden nectar, but because her genuine and instinctive slaps to my face made me realize my role in her life. I was her property.

Toilet Seat Ballbusting

Since I'm a long distance slave, I have to get creative to amuse my Mistress. She can't ball bust me in person, so I have to do it myself. I think I do a pretty good job of it, considering how hard it is to actually hurt yourself. When she tells me to hit myself in the balls, I do it....but of course not as hard as she would hit me.

I have been feeling like a bad slave recently, so I wanted to do something for her to make up for my shortcomings. I decided on my own to make a video of a little self ball busting. Instead of slapping my balls, I put them on the toilet seat and dropped the toilet lid on them. I did flinch a few times, but finally forced myself to stay put and get a decent video. It would been nice to move my small dick out of the way so my balls felt the full force of the falling lid, but my little nub is so small that it just sits on top of my balls.

I'm very happy to say she loved it and enjoyed seeing me in pain! She even showed it to a friend! The sad thing is her friend thought I had no dick at all. Mistress had to point it out to her. I guess it is kind of hard to see in this video, but it's there. As a reward she is letting my touch myself, but I am still not allowed to have an orgasm.

Hot Dog Humiliation....my punishment

Since I serve my Mistress over a long distance, she relies on me sticking to the honor system when following her rules. She regularly asks me if I am being totally honest with her, but I think she knows that I always tell her the truth. I don't think I'm capable of lying to her because the guilt would be worse than any punishment she could give me....I think. She could probably come up with something pretty harsh, but I still would feel bad lying to her.

Recently I had to fess up to being lazy with following her rules. Mistress was really busy with some real life issues, so she gave me some simple rules to follow while she focused on other things. Of course they were limitations on how many orgasms I was allowed to have, and what I was required to do when I did orgasm. The weird thing is I wasn't really even in the mood to masturbate at all at the time because I was worried about her. I know she was not in the mood to think about kink, and I felt guilty even thinking about as well. It actually knocked me out of subspace. I just wasn't in the mindset to play with my little dick at the time.

Well eventually things started to get back to normal, but we were both busy and hadn't talked in awhile. I started to get horny again, and one day decided to masturbate my tiny penis. I planned to fulfill her requirements later, but never got around to it. Then a few days later I played with myself again, and planned to meet her requirements later. Then a few days later it happened again.....and of course I never did go back to do what she wanted me to do. There is really no excuse for it. Just because I was out of subspace for a short time did not give me the right to ignore what she wanted me to do. I started to feel really guilty about this, and the next time we chatted I told her all about it.

Well obviously she was not happy. I was told to think of my own punishment, and eventually I had the idea to fuck myself in the ass with a hot dog and then eat the hot dog. I thought that would be disgusting enough to please her, and she seemed excited about the idea. I also promised to write a punishment sentence over and over, but she has not told me what sentence to write or how many times to write it yet.

So last week we went to the local quickie mart to buy a hot dog. I wonder what the clerk would think if he knew what I planned to do with that hot dog when I got home. They had two different kinds....regular, and jumbo. I texted Mistress to see which one she wanted me to shove in my ass, and of course she chose the big one. I have been fucked with a strap on in the ass many times, but not for a very long time, so I was a little nervous about having this thick hot dog in my butt. She wanted me to freeze it first so it would be stiff enough to go in, so I stuck it in the freezer when I got home and did some work while it froze.

When I finally took it out of the freezer and lubed it up to fuck my ass, Mistress was on chat. She wanted to make sure I did it right, and she wanted pictures as proof. We talked about how the the hot dog was a lot bigger than my little erection. It was way thicker, and at least two to three inches longer....I really do have a small penis. I struggled to get it in at first, and it was pretty cold even thought it hadn't totally froze. I got it about four inches in, which is about as big as my dick is. It felt kind of good actually....maybe I should get fucked in the ass more often.


She laughed at how ridiculous I looked with a hot dog sticking out of my ass, suggested I leave it in because the part hanging out was more impressive than my pathetic penis, and warned me about how gross it was going to be to eat a hot dog covered in lube that was in my ass.

When I was about to eat it she gave me some great news....I was allowed to cum! But I had to cum all over the hot dog like it was ketchup. I hadn't orgasmed in some time, so I had quite a load (for me) built up. Plus cumming while chatting with Mistress is always way more exciting than doing it by myself. I shot my load all over the cold, lube covered hot dog and got ready to put it in my mouth.


She was really enjoying how grossed out I was. Now I like hot dogs, when they are nice and warm and have the right condiments, but this hot dog was cold and covered in lube, cum, and whatever residue was on it from being inside my ass. It might have been the most disgusting thing I have ever eaten. But it was totally worth it, because Mistress was very pleased! She even told me I did a good job! And the best part.....she referred to me as her property when describing what I was doing on her twitter account! Nothing makes me happier than when she calls me her property!