My husband has the most pathetic, small little penis I have ever had the displeasure of gazing upon. It’s ugly, and absolutely humiliating to even know I married a creature with that tiny little prick. I make him keep it hidden in a cold, titanium chastity cock cage. I had to have one custom ordered because he’s just so unimpressive in size. He has to be a pussy free man for the rest of his life. I own him, and he belongs completely and totally to my hypnotizing, divine cunt. He would do absolutely anything i asked of him, which is why we’re here in the shopping mall. Let me provide you the scene.
I’m seated in a shadowed corner of the food court of our local mall. My fingers are skillfully playing in my juicy pussy, excited by the show before me. I’m discreet in the way I’m not allowing my cuckold slave husband to be. He is in the middle of the food court dressed in seven inch red stiletto pumps, red stockings, red garters, a tiny little thong with matching alligator clamp pasties, red lipstick, and a ridiculous Drag Queen wig. Everyone can see him, and his pathetic cock. People recognize him, my famous husband. People take photos, they laugh and ridicule him.
I can see his worthless cock straining against the cold, conductive metal of his cock cage. I tap a button on the tiny remote control, sending a shock through his cock cage. I did say it was custom made. I knew he desperately needed a piss, and I watched him struggle there in the public eye, trying so hard not to lose control as I shocked him again and again. I came as he finally wet himself, crying pathetically. What a humiliated bitch.