Peeing with a Tiny Penis....another video

Mistress has made me sit to pee for some time now, because with a dick like mine it makes no sense to pee standing like a real man with a real penis. She did want me to document peeing like a man does though, to show how ridiculous it is for me.

clip of me standing to pee with my tiny dick....

This is the second video of me peeing like this, but the first one was from my perspective. In order to film it, the camera had to be in my hand. She wanted a more accurate video, so this time the camera was sitting on the counter.

As you can see, my teeny tiny penis barely stick out of the fly of my jeans. My hands don't really hold and aim my penis....they really just hold my pants back so my clit-dick has room to stick out. And shaking it is kind of hard to do since it is so tiny. It is easy for me to get pee on my fingers when peeing like a man does, so she wanted to be sure to tell me to wash my hands. That is very important for all men to do, but especailly for "men" with dicks that are more like clits.

Slave Memories: Helping Mistress Move

Part of the reason Lady Madeline chose me to be one of her houseboys many years ago was the close proximity of our apartments, so it was sad news to hear she was going to move into a new neighborhood. It seems silly now considering we live thousands of miles apart, but at the time living in another neighborhood seemed so far away.

Mistress has had a very busy summer this year, and she is currently busy with moving into a new place. That reminded me of her move in my houseboy days, and how she allowed me to help her move. It was such an honor to be trusted with all of her valuable possessions. Not every slave gets to be a part of an important day like that. In fact, the only other person that helped was a friend of hers. Tiny would be the only one wearing her collar that day as we lifted all of her furniture up the stairs to her new place. The funny thing is, it seemed like her friend was jealous of me! You could tell he wanted to wear a collar with a tag that had Lady Madeline's name on it. That made me feel extra special.

It was kind of odd to have her collar on all day in public. Most of the time was spent in her old and new apartment, but we did make one stop to pick up some couches she bought. The couches were at some guy's apartment, and he had been told about her life as a Dominatrix and that a slave might be stopping by to get the couches. So while he wasn't surprised to see me wearing a collar, it was still kind of strange to be so open about it in a stranger's house.

Moving is always a lot of work, and moving Mistress's things was no exception. Of course her two helpers did almost all of the work. She bossed us around while we did the heavy lifting....as if it would be any other way. She did let me have water, but only out of a bowl like a dog. Her friend got to drink out of a glass.

At the end of the day we went to return the truck she had rented. It was after hours so we were supposed to park it near the rental place. She was riding with me in the passenger seat as we pulled into a parking spot in a dark corner of the city behind a van. As we were about to get out of the truck she noticed the van moving in front of us. It was rocking back and forth.....and we could see people inside. They were fucking! The van in front of is was rocking back and forth as they fucked! Our trucks headlights were shining in the windows so they stopped and started yelling at us. Mistress started to slap my arm while yelling at me to get out of there! She assumed it was a prostitute in the van, and wanted to avoid any awkwardness. She kept yelling at me to back up, but her friend was right behind is in his car to give us a ride back. There was nowhere to go! We were stuck between a hooker in a van and her friend that couldn't see what was going on. We backed up anyway and he must have got the hint because he did too, and then we pulled away fast, with the trucks tires screeching, and found another place to leave the truck. It was a very bizarre ending to a long day.

Slave Memories: The Cost of a Ride... Nut Punches

Usually finishing my houseboy chores at Lady Madeline's apartment meant getting dressed, removing my collar, kissing Mistress's feet, and taking her garbage out on my way out. On one special day we both were leaving at the same time, and we both happened to be going in the same direction. She was going someplace where very lucky people were going to get to hang out with her, and my destination was on her route. You are not going to believe this, but she offered me a ride! How lucky for such a pathetic slave like me! It was such an honor to get to ride in her car, and she let me sit in the passenger seat and did not make me ride in the trunk like a pathetic piece of her property. She has always been so nice to me, and offering the ride was very helpful.

As we pulled up to the corner where she was dropping me off, she ordered me to spread my legs and keep them spread. After a second of confusion on my part, she slammed her fist into my balls multiple times. Of course my natural reaction was to flinch, but she still nailed my nuts hard a few times. Her nut punches caused intense pain as she ordered me out of the car and pulled away laughing.

Dick Punches

Mistress ordered me to punish myself by punching my little dick ten times. It's hard to count while punching yourself, so there ended up being eleven dick punches. Self inflicted CBT isn't the same as when Mistress does it. But unfortunately Lady Madeline is very far away. Hopefully she enjoys seeing this, but she surely would rather be doing it herself.