Reclaiming my Power: Small Penis Humiliation

How I went about Reclaiming my Power

 

Hello, naughty ones. I was just thinking about how divorce is like an earthquake. It can shake the very foundation of your life, leaving you to sift through the rubble of shattered dreams and broken promises. However, I’ve also learned that those of us who have weathered a divorce can sometimes find something unexpected amid all the chaos. For me, that was reclaiming my power.

Let me take you back to a time when I was still reeling from the aftershocks of my failed marriage. I was vulnerable and raw. And unfortunately, that made me an easy target for those who sought to diminish me. One such individual was a guy I’ll call Felix who seemed to have made it his personal mission to torment me.

Even now, sometimes when I close my eyes, I still see the image of him in his office, just standing there with that mischievous grin. His hands are caressing the object of his obsession: his cock. And of course, he strokes it in front of me until he comes, all the while delighting in the shocked reaction he elicits from me.

Why was I shocked?

Well, Felix wasn’t just any man. He was my boss and very well-connected. And no, we were not romantically involved. However, he knew that he held the keys to my financial security at that point in my life. And I also need to point out that this was before the Me Too Movement. So he used his power as a weapon to keep me in line and make me feel small and helpless – in essence, preventing me from reclaiming my power.

At first, I tried to brush his behavior off as some extreme exhibition kink. Plus, he didn’t do it every day. And he never tried to physically assault me. No, he got off on forcing me to watch him jack off while feeling confident that his brand of sexual harassment would go unchecked, thanks to his last name and heavy connections. But as time went on and his antics became more frequent, I felt more and more like a pawn in his twisted game.

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One day, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore – the constant fear, the humiliation, the sense of powerlessness. And I realized that if I wanted to reclaim my dignity, I needed to confront him head-on.

In retrospect, I guess you could say discovering dominant desires within me happened as a result of Felix trying to dominate me. So, armed with nothing but courage and a burning determination, I waited for him to make his move after he called me into his office for another “meeting.” And when he did, I was ready.

I met his gaze with unwavering resolve as he pulled out his cock and started his ritual. And instead of cowering in fear, I whipped out my phone. Yes, I filmed the entire spectacle, capturing every humiliating moment for the world to see. And as he stood there, exposed and vulnerable, I mocked him, taunting him with cruel words and biting laughter.

Then, with a smirk of triumph, I gestured for him to face the camera and repeat the most embarrassing words that came to mind. And I remember watching his cheeks burn with shame as he realized the full extent of his humiliation.

“Say it!” I demanded, my voice cold and unyielding. “Tell the world who you really are!”

He reluctantly complied, his voice barely above a whisper as he uttered the words I had forced upon him: “My name is Felix,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the ground, “And I’m a pathetic pervert who loves to stroke my tiny cock in front of unsuspecting women to give them a good laugh.”

My voice was steady as I demanded that he repeat those words while he stroked his micro-peen. And as his facade crumbled before my eyes, I knew that I had succeeded in reclaiming my power.

Reclaiming my power by turning the tables on Felix turned me on.

And I instantly understood the high he got from exposing himself to me. The power was sexy! But I didn’t want sex – at least not with him. No, I wanted revenge. So I sauntered over to him and put my hands on his shoulders, suggestively. Then I kneed him in the balls. Hard.

I watched him lay on the floor in the fetal position, whimpering and calling me some very colorful names. Then I told him I quit. I also told him that I was going to keep the video as “insurance” in case he had any thoughts of trying to retaliate.

So to Felix, the man who thought he could break me with his lewd gestures and juvenile antics, I have only one thing to say: Thanks. You pushed me to embrace my inner strength by reclaiming my power in the face of adversity. You also helped me come to terms with a new facet of my sexuality.

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