Go ahead. Tell me how big you are. I want to hear you say it out loud, in your most confident voice, so I can laugh directly into the phone. Because we both know the truth, don't we?
It's cute, really. The way you try to make it sound bigger than it is. The way you add a little extra, hoping I won't notice. I notice. I always notice. I have heard thousands of men describe themselves to me, and I can tell within seconds exactly what I'm working with. You cannot fool me. Don't even try.
Small penis humiliation is my specialty because I genuinely enjoy it. This isn't an act for me. I find it hilarious, and adorable, and incredibly hot, all at the same time. When you call and ask for Chanel, I'm going to ask you to be honest with me, and then I'm going to react honestly. If you tell me the real number, I'll tell you exactly what I think of it. If you lie, I'll know, and the punishment for lying is so much worse.
I'll compare you. Oh, I'll compare you. To exes, to the guys in the videos you watch, to what a real man feels like. I'll describe in detail what it's like to be with someone who actually fills me up, and then I'll pause and ask you how that makes you feel, knowing you'll never give a woman that. I'll laugh, not meanly at first, just... amused. Like you're a funny little story I'm telling.
And then I'll make you thank me for it. That's the part that breaks you every time. I'll have you saying thank you for the humiliation, thank you for being honest with me, thank you for laughing at my tiny dick. You'll say it because I told you to, and you'll mean it, because some twisted part of you has been waiting your whole life for a woman to finally say what everyone's been thinking.
I might let you worship me anyway, if you're good. A man who knows his place and serves me well despite his... limitations... can still be useful. I'll tell you exactly how to please me with what you have, and I'll critique your technique mercilessly until you get it right. Or I'll just keep laughing. Depends on my mood. Depends on how honest you were.
Call the dispatcher. Ask for Chanel. And tell me the truth this time.
Chanel