Incest/Taboo A Woman's Right

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A Woman's Right. Part 2. Manifesto and Podcast

Introduction.

In the first chapter of this series: A Woman's Right 1: Size Matters I explored the idea that while Small Penis Humiliation, Cuckoldry, Female Domination, Cheating Wife fantasies are classed as forms of sexual fetish, they all have foundations in real lives, lived experiences of marriage, family and human social relations.

My contention is that we should celebrate, validate and recognise our shameful kinks as instinctive indicators guiding us to accept what we are, what we need and where to meet that need.

In Chapter 1 of 'A Woman's Right' we followed Pam, a married mother to two grown up kids as she told us, in her own words of her overnight journey from frustration to sexual satisfaction as she cheats on her small dick husband Dave with the support of her friends and her daughter May.

We let May take up the story in Chapter 2 of 'A Woman's Right'

May's Story.

I hadn't intended to say anything to dad about his little dick that morning.

But his behaviour was so macho, so bossy and so irritatingly pathetic that I couldn't help myself.

Dad was already in the kitchen when I came downstairs. I think he was still drunk from last night, he was wearing his little silk dressing gown and a pair of Calvin Klein briefs that he must have worn for going out last night by the look of them.

Out of politeness more than anything I asked dad how Keith's stag night had gone and how I hoped they'd had a wild time but got the groom-to-be home safely.

Dad didn't seem concerned about anyone else, he just went on about how much money he'd spent, how much beer he'd drank, the rounds of shots he'd paid for and how it was him who'd got them all to go to this really seedy strip club in town. He even told me in great detail that he'd paid one of the girls to do a special striptease that was particularly nasty and humiliating. Apparently the girl was really young.

All the time dad was showing off, coming out with this misogynist bullshit the only thing I could think about was his pathetic little baby dick.

I didn't say anything. I didn't have to. I just looked at his crotch and sneered until he got flustered and accused me of being a feminist killjoy, of making a good time sound sordid by the way I looked at him.

Then he started asking about our night, what me and mum and our girlfriends had been doing while 'the lads' were on the lash. Asking how much wine we'd drunk, what we'd talked about. When I didn't answer him he got all nasty about some of mum's friends being tarts and lesbians. I just laughed and said perhaps and then dad went mad and said maybe that's why mum was too tired to get up and make breakfast.

I tried to change the subject, made some toast and tea but he just carried on bossing me about, acting the big patriarch, like he was a real man with a proper cock not a little baby weiner till I could take it no longer.

"Dad, just shut the fuck up. You've got a tiny dick like a little boy, you can't even fuck poor mum and you spend all day wanking it. So no. You don't get to tell me what to do. Stop pretending to be a proper man with a proper man's cock. It doesn't suit you. You've got a 3 inch dicklette so you exist to be teased, mocked, humiliated and cheated on. The sooner you understand that the better for all of us."

He went red and stuttered, speechless for once.

Trouble was, now I'd started I couldn't stop:

"If you really want to know what we were doing last night I'll show you. Wait there dad. You need to see this graph that we made last night. It might help you understand."

I don't mind admitting how much pleasure it gave me seeing the pathetic look of humiliation on dad's face when he saw the cock chart; how tiny his looked, when he heard how his little dick had been the subject of our scorn and derision.

Then when mum came into the kitchen, looking more like a well fucked happy slut than any woman I've ever seen I knew just exactly what to do.

It was time for a reality check and an end to all the lying and bullshit and pandering to fragile small dick male egos. What I had to say needed to be heard. By everyone. Not just my dad, but every selfish little dick man. Not just mum but every frustrated woman, and by every suffering daughter, mother, sister.

My outburst that had been met with such enthusiasm last night had been unrehearsed. But it had come from a great deal of intense cogitation.

Now that I had given expression to these thoughts they seemed to harden into ideas, become clear as a blurred image coming into focus. That focus brought a sense of their importance and urgency.

I knew exactly what I had to say and how to demonstrate to the world my message of sexual justice.

I led my still speechless father into the living room and sat him down in front of me.

"What you have to understand dad, is that it's not your tiny dick itself that makes me angry. It's actually really funny in a gross pathetic way. But what makes me angry is the denial, the overcompensation, the small dick syndrome macho behaviour, and the pain and misery you inflict on poor mum, all of us, because we have to pretend you're something you're not and never will be. That stops now. It stopped last night when mum finally told everyone about your tiny dick and how much more she needs."

Dad didn't say anything. But there was a little bulge in the front of his briefs which caught my eye. I smiled at him.

"Oh dear dad, I think you know I'm right. That's why you're so excited."

Dad finally spoke: "Okay. I admit my penis is small. I'm sorry. I wish it was bigger. But I beg you not to tell everyone."

He looked desperate. So sweet. I patted his thigh:

"Well done dad. Saying it out loud is the first step."

He nodded. I could tell how much this was turning him on.

"Now I need you to take your pants off, hold the cock chart and stand there while I set my camera and sound equipment up."

Podcast: "A Woman's Right. Series 7. Size Matters - Radical Approaches to Small Dick Syndrome"

"Hi, I'm May Small, Women's Sex Rights advocate, self confessed 'Size-Queen', author of 'Size Matters'.

Welcome to a new series of 'A Woman's Right' where I explore some radical ways for women to make positive changes in relationships with small dick partners. I ask; What's the use of a baby dick husband? What's it like growing up with a small dick dad? and: Why does the pinky finger sign drive them so crazy?

You'll get the chance to ask my very own small dick dad some of these questions and see how he gets used to public humiliation. And later we'll be joining my mum on her journey from frustrated chaste wife to out and proud slut wife.

All that and more after a message from our sponsors...."

I pressed pause and looked at dad while an advert for a women's sexual health advice charity ran. He was looking nervous but his little dick was stiff.

"Okay dad. You're little dick is about to become famous. Just do what I tell you and it'll be fine."

He shook his head and whimpered.

"No, please don't do this. I beg you. I can't bear the humiliation of everybody seeing my small dick. What if they all laugh at me...?"

I put my finger to his lip to shut him up.

"Too late dad. Just hold that thought. We're back on air."

I faced the camera.

"Welcome back and it's time to meet my dad. As you can see he's got a very small penis. Now I think it's obvious that he's very excited to be on my podcast, exposed to so many people. But actually, just before we came on air he was begging me not to let everyone see his tiny dick."

I turned to dad. "Carry on dad, what was it you were going to say?"

Dad nodded and started to whimper: "Why are you doing this to me? It's so embarrassing everyone seeing me...."

I smiled and turned to the camera:

"This is exactly what I'm talking about. The difficulty of getting small dick men to come to terms with their reality, to admit that they actually crave the public humiliation. This is so important, because while he is in denial he will continue to act like a jerk, making his wife, his family, his co-workers, and himself, miserable."

I prodded his little stiffy.

"We can see that he's aroused just by looking at his tiny little erection. But we need to gather some more accurate data. So I've invented a device that measures sexual excitement with greater precision by reading heart rate, perspiration, breathing and blood to the member. I call it the pervometer."

I attached wires to dad's forehead, chest, nostrils and the thin rigid shaft of his 3 inch erect penis.

"Now, I'm going to ask some questions, describe some scenarios and find out the truth behind the small dick facade."

I smiled at dad and turned the pervometer on.

"Okay dad. We can all see that, despite your protestations, this is a turn on for you. But I want you to look at the camera, think of all the thousands of people watching you - female students, women of all ages, kids, families, even our neighbours and family members - and tell them how small your dick is."

Dad went red but cleared his throat and did as I'd told him.

"I have a very small dick. I think it's about 4 inches long."

The meter fluttered up.

"Okay dad. Stop there. Fact check. Let me get my ruler."

I got my old school 6 inch ruler from the desk and held it against dad's dick.

"Almost 3 inches dad. You liar."

The meter shot up.

"Okay. Now I want everyone watching to make a pinky sign and laugh at my dad. Dad, they're all laughing at you."

The meter went over the top.

I turned it off and faced the camera.

"So now we know how much the small dick man craves public humiliation. He likes being teased and mocked by women, publicly humiliated. The fact that he's ashamed of this craving only adds to the arousal. As women we need to welcome this, enjoy the power and fun we can gain from teasing the small dick men in our lives."

I turned to dad with a frown.

"Now we need to talk about what your little dick does to mum. So far it's been all about you, what turns you on, your humiliation, your pleasure. But what really makes me angry is the misery and frustration that an inadequate little penis causes for the unfortunate wife. Dad, you know that your 3 inch dick is far too small to give a woman any pleasure don't you?"

Dad shrugged and looked down.

"I take that as a yes. So what have you done about it? Nothing. You don't care about her needs, her sexual rights, her happiness. As long as nobody mentions how useless your dick is you're happy to let poor mum suffer, endure years of dissatisfaction, to put up with your pathetic attempts at sexual intercourse. Don't you think she deserves more?"

Dad nodded.

"Of course she does. She deserves to be fucked by a real man with a proper cock doesn't she?"

Dad nodded again. His breath quickened and his little dick twitched.

I turned the pervometer back on.

"In fact dad, I think you would really love mum to fuck a man with a big cock. To make her cum. To fill her pussy, reach parts of her that your little baby dick will never touch."

The pervometer dial shot up.

"Oh my god dad. You really would wouldn't you. You'd like to watch her cum wouldn't you? Stand there with your little dick on display while she opens her legs for other men."

The meter went mad.

Dad was really excited now. He was looking at me as I taunted him. His eyes were wide, helpless with lust. The feeling of power over him was thrilling.

"Would you like me to watch you, to laugh at you, make fun of your little dick while you listen to mum getting fucked in your bed?"

Dad nodded and the pervometer stuck at full as he stared at me, his mouth open, panting with excitement. With a jolt of disgust I understood where his craving for shame and humiliation had taken his perverted mind:

"Oh my god, dad, you want to watch me getting my cunt filled as well don't you. Watch your own daughter being fucked by a great big cock. God you pervert!"

Dad was trembling. The pervometer gave out with a pop and a spark.

I turned to the camera.

"Wow. We're going to take a break and some messages from our sponsors. Don't go anywhere."

I turned my phone on and it pinged like crazy as messages flooded in from podcast viewers.

I smiled at dad.

"Oh my god, dad, the internet's going crazy for your little dick. The podcast is oversubscribed, and people are sharing video clips on insta, tiktok, whatsapp, facebook. Some of the things they're saying about you are nasty, funny nasty. Also so many of our relatives watched it, uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews and neices."

Dad gave me a guilty smile and shrugged. "Wow. Can I see?"

I held my phone up to him.

As he read the comments and gifs his face went red and he started to jerk his dick.

I snatched the phone away and pulled his fingers off his erection. A bead of precum touched my hand.

"No dad. Don't. You've been so good. Just one last section of the podcast to go and then you can jerk it. The viewers will love to watch."

He nodded and put his hands behind his back as we went back on air.

I looked at the camera and began my editorial, summing up what we'd learned, as I always did to close my podcasts.

"Hi, welcome back to this Small Dick edition of A Woman's Right. And welcome also to all you new viewers and subscribers. The response to this show has been huge, massive; which is ironic, considering."

I gave dad's dick a squeeze and looked at his face:

"Sorry dad. Couldn't resist that."

I turned back to the camera with a more serious face:

"Last night my mother and I, with a group of our girlfriends conducted a cock survey;

Dad, hold the graph up to the camera please.

As you can see willies come in all shapes and sizes. Not every lady is a size queen like yours truly. I'm proud to say that the 12 inch monster belongs to my favourite fuck man. It seems most girls prefer their men a little smaller.

It's only when they get down to 5 inches that we started to hear girlfriends, wives and even daughters say that they wish it was a little bigger. Which is a polite way of saying that 5 inches and below is too small.

When you come down to this one, my dad's 3 inch weiner, every woman here agreed: that thing is much too small. Too small to enter a woman's pussy, too small to thrust, too small to feel anything inside.

Now, 3 inches is unusually small but more common than you might think. And if we accept that anything under 5 inches is too little to satisfy any woman we are talking about a lot of little dick guys, a lot of inadequate husbands and partners and a lot of women who are not having their sexual needs met, who are suffering pain and frustration, whose right to sexual satisfaction is still a distant dream. They need more, they demand more, they should get more.

So many women suffer in silence. They feel guilty for their desires, for their frustration. We women are too accustomed to putting the needs of our menfolk before our own.

How many times do we hear the same old lies and excuses for the shortcomings of men - 'Size doesn't matter' (Yeah right!) 'He's good with his tongue', 'He's a kind man' And the worst: 'He can't help the size of his dick, it's not his fault.'

Yeah well I say it may not be his fault but it sure as hell ain't ours! Why should his shortcomings become our problem? It should not. Every woman has the right to sexual satisfaction and that includes getting fucked by a real man with a big strong hard cock.

As usual, it's the woman who takes the blame. If we're frustrated and dissatisfied it's our fault for being oversexed. If we let him know he's too small, if we tease him, scold him or tell our girlfriends: we're mean and shameful. If we give in to our needs and find satisfaction outside of our marriage; we're cheats, sluts, milfs, tarts, whores, and worse. Well I'm not ashamed of any names they call me.

It's time we stopped lying about small dick men. It's time we stopped taking the blame and putting the physical needs and sexual rights of thousands of women last.

I'm calling for a new bill of Women's rights:

Every woman who is married or in a relationship with a small dick man has the right to fuck other men in the pursuit of sexual health, happiness and satisfaction.

Every woman has the right to publicly humiliate, tease, mock, shame and make fun of a small dick man.

As we've seen today, this isn't just in the interests of woman. It's actually beneficial to everyone; especially the small dick man himself.

Behind every overcompensating, macho loser suffering from small dick syndrome there is a poor confused little man who craves humiliation, teasing, public scorn. who secretly dreams of seeing his wife being fucked by a real man, with a proper cock, of hearing her moan in the orgasm that he can never give her.

The sooner small dick men, and boys, learn to accept who they are, what makes them happy, their role in a marriage, in a family, in society the better for everyone. If your husband is too small now is the time to speak out. This is too important to be put off to tomorrow. Don't wait until your daughters are 18. They need to know now, or their father will carry on acting the big man, making their lives miserable. Tell them about his baby dick and tease him together. Mothers, as soon as you know your son has a tiny dick get him used to enjoying public humiliation before he begins to act like a macho bully. If you're lucky and your boy doesn't take after his small penis father show everyone how proud you are that even at ten years old his dick is bigger than his dad's.

Next week we get to meet my mother and join her as she begins her new life as a cheating slut wife.

But I want to end this podcast by letting my pervert dad jerk his pathetic baby dick while you all watch."

I turned to dad. He looked at me uncertainly.

"Go on dad. Jerk that little shrimp. You've got 30 seconds."

Dad gripped his thin shaft in his forefinger and thumb and rubbed it up and down.

I sneered and wiggled my pinky finger at him and his face went red, he made a funny whiny sound and a little jet of cum shot out onto the camera.

"Sorry" he whimpered.

Instantly his dick shrank to a bump in his sticky pubic hair. I kept the camera on him as I brought the podcast to an end:

"Well. That's one way to end a show. Thanks for watching. Tune in tomorrow at the same time."

I told dad to get showered and dressed as he was going to spend the day with me in town, shopping, hanging out, visiting friends and family. The sooner he got used to every day public humiliation the better. And anyway, mum needed to rest.​