The next day I woke, wearing my “uniform” — the same one I wore while cleaning her living room. After my climax, we had a long conversation throughout the night about her work and her ambitions at the business that employed her. She talked about her frustrations and her lack of control in the workplace. This finally culminated in her expression of gratitude, both because I was a good listener and because she felt in control of our relationship.

“I am glad we had that talk last night,” she said, over breakfast.

“I am too… and I agree….it’s better this way,” I noted.

As one of her eyebrows arched up, she quickly asked, “What’s better?”

“I think you should be in control, or at least more control than me,” I replied.

“Oh?” she smiled.

“Yes. I think women are basically the superior Sex. Let’s face it, you’re basically superior to me. Better judgment and more even temperament….plus the ability to multitask. You’re just better.”

Her eyes beamed and sparkled with pride and excitement.

She then got just a little more serious: “Your birthday is coming up, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is,” I laughed, “In 4 months.”

“Oh…well, good. And in 4 months for your birthday, if you stay a good boy, you can watch me Shower.”

My eyes opened wider than Revenge of the Sith.

“Don’t get too excited,” she brought me down a notch. “You won’t be able to see much through the Shower door glass….just enough.”

“Will….will I ever get to see your whole body?”

“I like it this way. But if you stay a good boy, we’ll see.”

“Of course I’ll be a good boy, not like Fernando.” I added, playing with fire. I dropped the name of her underling at work. Fernando didn’t do what he was told. Worse, it appeared that this miserable subordinate might be spreading false stories about m’am.

“Good. Don’t be like Fernando,” she responded. “He’s probably totally your opposite…rude, full of himself…..” she added, followed by a long pause “The gals at the office tell me his schlong is huge. So yeah, you’re definitely his opposite.”

This made me blush. Incredulously, I asked “Do ladies really talk about that kind of thing?”

“Oh, darling….and worse. We trade stories about how good you guys are in the sack, your kinks, and even trade pics.”

“Pics?” I could barely utter.

“Yes,” she responded. She seemed a bit uncomfortable but then said: “Wally…you know what I’m offering you right?”

“What do you mean?” I asked inquisitively.

She replied with the oh-so wondrous: “I’m offering you a chance to lose yourself. To be owned by a powerful woman who is turned-on by owning you…and a chance to…a chance to be adored and put on a pedestal than few other men in your position are.”

“Put on a pedestal?” I squeezed out of my lungs as my heart began to beat faster.

“Yes. You’ll be treated like a trophy husband….basically, a piece of meat. Oh, you’ll be loved, but this is your chance to be …”

She paused.

“Your piece of Ass?” I finished her remark.

“Yes. My piece of Ass.”

“Wow” was all I could muster.

“So yeah. About those pics…” she slowly muttered.

I pretended to panicked, but inside I was thrilled beyond all calibration. I answered “You mean, my pics…” and trailed off but with a look of total mortification on my face.

“It’s just part of the deal, sweetheart. I know it’s part of your fantasies to have other women know about us, about your ….ahem, shortcomings…about our lifestyle. But I’ve kept it to a small group, mostly a few trusted ladies, only one co-worker, mostly people you don’t know or haven’t met yet, although they are dying to meet you.”

“Mostly women I don’t know?” I asked.

“Yes. There’s of course one gal that knows about us that you already know, silly. Think about it. …You silly boy.”

“Oh my God. Samantha! My cousin who hooked us up…. She knows….did you….[I was audibly gulping by this time], has she and your co-worker… seen my pics?” The butterflies in my stomach had turned into dragonflies.

“My co-worker has. So has my Sister….but no, not Samantha yet, but she knows about your diet-dick,” she used her then favorite name for my penis. After a semi-painful five seconds in which pondered the fear in my eye, she blinked and then added “I’m working on convincing her. As a matter of fact. I think I’m going to text her while you open up that bottle of champagne I’ve got chilling in the fridge… and make me a mimosa, nekkid boy.”

I excitedly and dutifully complied. I hurried and brought back her drink, excited as to how Samantha would react.

“I texted her,” M’am said. “She hasn’t gotten back to me….why don’t you go put on the bathing trunks I got you…I want to see how they look.”

I half expected the trunks in question to be a bikini swimsuit or maybe a thong. I went into the bedroom and was somewhat disappointed seeing only a pair of regular trunks.

On the bed was the neatly folded navy swimsuit. This fashion show was different. In other situations when trying on swim trunks I would ordinarily have to disrobe. But here I was totally and completely naked already and so all I had to do was slip on the garment. It however felt very unusual doing this and I suppose this was the first time I tried on a swimsuit from a state of nakedness.

I walked to the living room and saw her checking me out. She cracked a smile.

“Iike them a lot….you look great in them.”

“Thank you, m’am. I have to say I was kinda scared you’d pick out a more revealing swimsuit for me.”

She laughed and said, “That comes later, don’t you worry.”

She gestured for me to come closer. I obeyed. She kissed me on the lips and her tongue penetrated my mouth. She knew exactly what she was doing. Grabbing me by my waist, she turned me around, nibbled on my ear while rubbing my Ass with one of her hands. She asked about one of my fantasies. The one about the beach. She knew about this from the texts I sent her between our first and second outings together.

She whispered in my ear that she would take me to the nude beach. “I take my trunks off?” I asked.

“No,” she said: “You put on a towel and drop your trunks underneath…go get a towel from that bathroom right now.”

“Right now?” I ask.

“Right the fuck now!” she commanded.

I grabbed a towel from that bathroom and wrapped it around me. I knew what she wanted. I dropped the trunks from underneath the towel. Then I nervously walked out and handed them to her.

“YESSSSSS…” she practically hissed.

I felt extremely nervous, almost like I was there at the beach. I handed my trunk to her so only my towel guarded my modesty….

She continued “Then I see my neighbor and her 22 year old daughter that I invited approaching us on the beach. Imagine them coming closer. We’re going to play a game…I’m going to bet them $5 that you have nothing on underneath…”

She asks me if the wondered of meeting them in nothing but a towel that will soon be yanked off to win a $5 bet makes me nervous.

“Yes,” I say.

She yanks the towel off as I gasp. Then orders me to turn a 180 around so she can see everything.

She says, “I can see you are very nervous,” and then suddenly, but somehow in slow motion, grabs her phone and snaps a picture of my shrunken, pretty much nonexistent manhood.

The smile on her face was enormous. Huuuuuuggge.

“I think that’s the smallest I’ve ever seen your dick….hell, your dick was barely there at all,” she explained to my humiliated but deeply turned-on presence.

When extremely nervous, my penis shrinks to a small and even thin patch of wrinkled nub.

“Has anyone ever seen you like this?” she asked.

“No,” I replied rapidly while looking downward in glorious shame….”Never like this.”

“Look at me,” she said.

I complied.

She continued: “You know, in between dating men with big dicks, I fantasized about meeting somebody like you. I used to scour the Internet looking for pictures of really small weiners so I could touch myself thinking of tiny cock… I found some really small ones online. But somehow, some way… I don’t think I’ve ever seen a tinier….littleler….bittier….minier…. weenie than yours.”

“Really?”

“Really,” she replied. Going on: “That’s the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen. If you walk around the nude beach naked like this people will have to look doing double takes because it’ll look like you don’t even have one. ..Wow..[laughs]…That is definitely the smallest I’ve ever seen and I hope you can take this, but that includes my nephew’s when he was a newborn.”

I was rendered breathless. Deeply humiliated, barely breathing and mouthing words without any sound coming out.

“I mean, calling you a baby dick would actually be a step up.”

Surprisingly, I felt tears welling up….but I still don’t know to this day if they were tears of pain or tears of joy at the prospect of being exposed like this.

“I can’t fucking wait to show you off,” she said.

I drew a breath in and asked “show me off?”

She quickly explained, “I’m gonna show you off on that beach…aaaand, I’m gonna show you off to my mom.”

I swallowed. She noticed.

“Yeah….I told you I’m gonna hold you to that. We’ll talk about that later….I’m expecting a call,” she said.

She reached for me and drew me close.

“I fucking Love your little dicklet and Iove that it pleases me. I can tell that you like to be humiliated at least every once in a while on top of being appreciated…. your little guy, excuse me, your babydick always hits me in the right spots but I also Love the fact that I own you and your fucking Ass because you know there’s no one else in the world who is going to appreciate you like me. No one’s gonna worship your little soldier, no one’s gonna treat you so well. You’re not going anywhere, are you, babydick?”

“NO, M’AM!” I yelled as she squeezed my ballsack.

She knew what she was doing and in no time at all her manipulations and ministrations unfurled and engorged my little guy. She then stared at it in wonder. She got on her knees and stared some more.

“Like what you see?” I said.

“Yes,” she responded. Then she immediately swallowed me whole. And when I say whole, I mean whole. To my amazement, she put my entire manhood, my whole package in her mouth. Balls and all…

She began to squeeze with her tongue using her tongue and her lips. And she moved everything around in there in a way I can only describe as being completely and totally captured and made to experience ecstasy all at the same time. I became acutely aware of how she had everything that made me a man inside her mouth. All she to have to do is chomp down and I would be totally neutered… but I couldn’t withstand enjoying the intensity.

After a couple of minutes of this unbelievable and unbridled joy, she stopped.

Then she said…”She’s texting me.”

“Samantha?” I asked remembering what happened earlier.

“No, Maggie, the coworker I told you about,” she clarified.

She had that look in her eye, the look of extreme lust. She wanted it.

“You gonna be my little man?” She asked.

“Yes” I instantly replied.

“Get on the couch, now….yes, now look up…no, just close your eyes,” she ordered.

Naked and hard as a diamond, I sat on the sofa. I closed my eyes. I heard some movement, guessing she was removing some article of clothing….I heard something being ripped off and tossed… flying off and being tossed to the floor. I reckoned it was panties. I got even harder almost to the point of bursting.

Yet I kept my eyes shut. I obeyed.

Then I could tell she wasn’t trying to suck me…she was literally gonna sit on me…as I felt her presence on top of me, smelled her wet Pussy and the scent of her shampoo coming off her hair.

Then I felt it. Her juicy, warm, wet velvet-like snatch began to slide down my short shaft….so in no time at all I was balls deep in her…I was home.

She rode me….and rode me. It was intense and fun. I opened my eyes and looked at her. I looked in her eyes and her face contorting in pleasure. She was on me, with her knees situated just outside my thighs…completely impaled on my babydick.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her reaching for her phone. She brought it up to her eyeline and I realized someone was calling her as the phone was vibrating. I wondered we would stop fucking. But to my surprise, she quickened the pace.

“Don’t you fucking get soft. Stay hard, little man… And don’t you come either,” she further commanded.

Then she pointed the screen of the phone towards me so I could see the face of the person calling is calling. The name said Maggie and the picture was of a beautiful half-Asian half-white woman. She out a finger up to her mouth to order my silence, all while undulating on my little guy.

She picked up and answered with, “Hi, Maggie. What’s up?”

Maggie replied “Just wanted to confirm about tomorrow…”

“Ah, I have you on speakerphone,” M’am interrupted. “He says he can’t wait to meet you, but …ummm, we’re a little busy right now. He wants to send you another pic …for now, but he’s real excited about tomorrow.”

“Oh yes. Please,” Maggie excitedly blurted out.

“Ok, give me a second, and we’ll talk later…just text me the time to-…..” M’am’s voice faded out as her eyes glazed. But her pelvis never stopped moving.

“You’re breaking up,” Maggie said.

“Just text….me the appointment time….ok?” M’am practically whispered.

She stopped riding and suddenly pushed against her knees like she was getting up, sliding me almost all the way out.

“I’ll talk to you soon, sweetheart,” and with that the conversation ended.

She sat back down, and I slid back in. She began thrusting again, with one hand on the back of my neck to balance as she leaned back — another busily texting. I heard the message sent.

I almost died. My heart was beating at a possessed rhythm. Then she turned the phone screen to me and I saw the text messages.

She had sent Maggie two (!) pictures. One of me, in full body, looking down in shame, and the other a close up of my ultra-shrunken package. I could see Maggie was composing a reply:

“Holy shit that was Hot.”

“Close your eyes, little fucker!” M’am yelled.

I instantly complied.

“Keep them closed,” she commanded.

” Yes, M’am,” came my instant reply, knowing full well I was about to be rewarded.

Then she lifted herself off me. I could feel her Pussy withdrawing and hear her getting up.

I felt her juicy flower coming back down on me from reverse, her back on my chest, her skirt furrowed around her waist. I kept my eyes closed for the first minute of pounding: her bouncing up and down and me thrusting upward to meet her.

“Oh, fuck…Jesus. Oh my GOD. YES! ….YESSSSSS. MY LITTLE FUCKING MAN….MY LITTLE….ITSSSYYYY…..BABYDICK!” M’am exclaimed.

She arched her back, undulated in a different direction. If the first round was jackhammer, this was washing machine.

” Oh my God…. Yes! Oh my God…. Yesssssss…YESSSSS.”

Then she bent down to rest her knees and let me do all the thrusting.

“Yes….YES, BABY….YES BABY…”

It felt good slamming her all the way to my balls and feeling them slap her thigh occasionally. The warm wetness had enveloped me and time seemed to come to a total stop as by now I was all penis and she was all Vagina. The meeting of our organs was all we cared about.

I grabbed her by the waist and held her tightly to accentuate her femininity and her womanly figure. She loved it and told me so and asked me to keep going as she sat up. As she did that I fucked her with short strokes.

“Baby….baaaby…BABY….” She moaned.

I felt so manly making her moan and having her call me baby.

“BAAABY…BAAABYYYY….BABY! ” she yelled.

“Yes baby,” I coaxed.

” BAABY, BABY…..BABY………………..BABYDICK!!!” She roared.

I felt her womanhood convulse. I stopped to feel her quim vibrate on my shaft. For a split second, I felt it.

“Don’t stop, motherfucker!” she ordered.

I resumed my thrusting.

“OH MY GOD, YESSSSS. …..OH MY GOD, IM Cumming AGAIN!!…FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK,” she beautifully and rapturously channeled her Goddess Orgasm threw her throat.

Incredibly, my little guy hadn’t gone off, but I was damn close….then she stopped.

“Close your eyes and lay down on the couch.”

I obeyed of course. I felt her climb on top of me and assumed that she would somehow try to ride me again, as difficult as it would seem on her couch with the leg room. Instead, she scooted me out and then sat her gorgeous and dripping flower right on my face.

“Be a good boy, now. I want it licked,” she ordained.

And licked I did. Wanting to please M’am, and hoping my job would be rewarded by her emptying my balls, I licked. And licked. And licked. And licked. I pressed her left side with my tongue, circled around her rosebud, dozens of times. Rewrote my school thesis on her hood and started up again….

After her afterglow, then her visit to the bathroom (before which she ordered me to make sure I didn’t cover up), and a fresh new drink I make for her, she pats me on the balls…

“Good boy….Tomorrow we are headed to the doctor’s office…I wanna make sure that you’re in good health and that your little man bits especially are under medical supervision. Don’t worry about what it’s going to cost you because I’m a nurse and it will be Free. I’ve arranged it,” M’am explained.

“Oh so that phone call that confirmed tomorrow’s appointment, that’s what that was referring to?” I asked.

” That’s right. But I don’t want you to worry about a thing. I mean, I guess you already know that you’re going to be examined,” she amazed me by bringing this up now.

” Yes I think I know what you mean.. I am going to be exposed in front of Maggie…. it’s been a while since I’ve had an exam. I should be nervous but right now I’m very happy,” I said.

“Good. Now, You’re going to meet my employer…..” she had this incredible look….a cat that swallowed the canary sort of look on her face.

I was catching on to something. I had overheard little of the conversation earlier about tomorrow’s appointment to see the doctor.

Naturally, I therefore asked, “What time is my appointment?”

“Our appointment, sweetheart. I’m accompanying you. Should be around 6,” to my amazement she replied.

“6AM?? That’s pretty early,” I noted.

She explained: “No, PM. ….The office closes at 2pm tomorrow, so it will be well after-hours.”

I looked on confused.

She then dropped the beans: “It’s time you learned a couple of things about me and my family. When I told you I was a nurse, that’s only partially true. I studied and worked as a nurse, under my mother who is a urologist. However, we found after some time that it was more profitable to open our own business taking advantage of men who pay us repeatedly to do things to them….basically I still work administering and doing the books for my mother’s daytime business, which is diagnostics. Think urine and sperm analysis. Maggie, and her do the night business and see wealthy clients who want….shall we say….special exams.”

“Waa what whaaaat kind of stuff do they do to guys?” I sheepishly asked.

“You’ll see.”

“Wait? Your mom….” I let out a serious gasp.

“Yes, motherfucker. We’ve moved up the meeting to tomorrow. I told you I’d hold you to what you said,” she devilishly said.

M’am explained to me that her mother was a different type than her. In contrast to M’am, she was a size queen and liked them enormous. She also explained that I would be fitted for a chastity device most likely. The office, a real doctor’s office, would be empty. The typical staff long gone, although two of the additional nurses and the other doctor knew what went on at night.

She spotted the look of worry but tried to set me at ease.

” You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. My mother can be a little bit rough but I warned her to take it a little bit more easy on you. You have nothing to worry about as I’m not gonna let anything happen to you and especially I’m not gonna let anything happen to that precious little tiny soldier you have between your legs. I have nothing in the world that I treasure more….it’s my most prized possession,” and with that she kissed me and thus set me at ease.