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Small Penis Humiliation with Miranda: Tiny Dick Loser Exposed
Miranda sat on her throne-like chair in black lace lingerie, legs crossed, one stiletto dangling lazily. The pathetic little man kneeling in front of her was already shaking. He thought he could handle a session with her. He was wrong.
She leaned forward, manicured nail lifting his chin. “Drop your pants, tiny. Let’s see what you’re working with.” He obeyed, trembling as his sad little dick flopped out—barely three inches hard, pink, and already leaking pre-cum from sheer humiliation.
Miranda burst out laughing—cruel, musical, devastating. “Oh my god… is that it? That’s the cock you thought could please me? Look at this pathetic shrimp dick. I’ve seen bigger clits.” She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo. “Smile for the group chat, loser. My girlfriends need to see what a joke you are.”
She stood, towering over him in her heels. “Stroke it. Show me how you jerk that worthless nub. And while you do it, send $300. Right now. Because even looking at small penis humiliation this sad costs money.” The cash app pinged. She checked it and smirked. “Good boy. Now send $500 more and tell me why your tiny dick will never be enough.”
He whimpered the words while stroking faster: “My tiny dick is useless… it can’t satisfy a real woman… I’m just a small penis humiliation toy…”
Miranda circled him like prey. “Exactly. Real cocks get to fuck me. Yours gets laughed at. Get on all fours.” He dropped instantly. She straddled his back like a chair, grinding her wet pussy against his spine while she kept mocking him. “Feel that? That’s what a real woman feels like. You’ll never be inside me. You’ll never even be close. You’re only good for paying and being humiliated.”
She pulled out a small pink cage from her drawer. “This is your new home, shrimp. Lock yourself up while I watch. And send another $800 for the privilege.” He fumbled with the cage, locking his pathetic dick away, whimpering the whole time. Miranda laughed again. “Perfect. Now thank me for small penis humiliation and crawl out. I have a real man coming over later—he’s 9 inches and actually knows how to use it.”
He crawled to the door, caged, broke, and completely broken. Miranda called after him sweetly: “Don’t forget to send tribute every time you think about your tiny dick tonight. Goodnight, little loser.”
