Tiny Worthless Manlet: Humiliation and Femdom Blog

Sometimes you just want to step on a tiny worthless manlet.

Or, more realistically, sometimes I just want to belittle the tiny worthless manlets. Not every short guy is a loser manlet. The guys who know their place and that I never want to be with them are fine. The men who don’t bother me at the grocery store are excellent.

However, the loser little ones approach me, as if they think I somehow will change my mind after they speak to me. The little manlets who try to come up to me as if they are worth my time. They flirt and they act nice as if they can do me favors. As if that niceness makes up for the size of their cock.

Look, tiny worthless manlets, niceness doesn’t fill up my pussy. Niceness doesn’t slam itself against my cervix and into my womb. Niceness doesn’t leave bruises on my hips and my pussy stretched out for days.

So niceness doesn’t do a damn thing for me, really. If anything, a stuttering nice man shorter than me puts me on guard. I refuse to give them any suggestion that I willingly fuck tiny worthless manlets.

Honestly, women prefer a big, strong man. One who can pick us up and defend us. These alpha chads are absolutely the best choice for a guy. I don’t want someone I have to protect in a fight. That’s why the taller a guy is, the more popular he is.

So we have two reasons right now about why I prefer a real man instead of a tiny worthless manlet. And if you need more reasons, call me. I’ll explain in very hard-hitting detail why you are pathetic. For now, I gave you enough freebies with this blog.

So here’s what I do to a tiny worthless manlet, when he makes me mad enough.

In the parking lot of the store where he bothered me, I am always sure to open my trunk. Normally, I like to throw a guy over the hood of my car, but realistically? Most manlets aren’t tall enough for that. Then, I punch his gut and flip him over the lip of the trunk of my SUV.

Holding him there, I ask why he thinks I owe him my time. In fact, he’s bothering me, I let him know, yelling into the back of his head while I keep his face smushed against the trunk. In fact, I pull his pants down, assuring him I don’t want to see his tiny cocklet. If he thinks he can act less than his age and bother me for attention, then I plan to punish him in a similar manner.

So with his ass bare, I smack my hand against his cheeks. “That’s one,” I say. “One for every woman you’ve bothered today,” I let him know. After all, this tiny worthless manlet has bothered every woman in the store today. In addition, he hasn’t even bought anything! Even the store suffered him!

What do you think? Have I gone to far? Or should I give this tiny worthless manlet even more by giving him chastity cuckold torture? Give me a call and let me know!

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