A Woman's Right 1.
Introduction
Small Penis Humiliation, Cuckoldry, Female Domination, Cheating Wife fantasies are classed as forms of sexual fetish. However, they all have foundations in real lives, lived experience, marriages, families and human social relations. As such they cannot be dismissed entirely as mere fetishist fantasy.
In this series I attempt to explore the meaning of these intensely felt fantasies, the purpose of these fetishes. To give them validity.
As the title suggests I start with the concept of human rights, as expressed by Mary Wollstoncraft and Thomas Paine. I extend this to the fundamental experience of sexual satisfaction. In particular to a woman's right to sexual satisfaction. The primacy of woman's sexual pleasure; the achievement of orgasm, is not a modern idea. In fact it is an idea that has declined over the centuries; ancient societies across all continents have been known to raise the female orgasm to the level of sacred obligation. Even in medieval Europe it was widely held that the female orgasm was necessary for conception as the male.
A woman's right to sexual satisfaction must include the woman's right to a sexual partner who possesses the physical sexual equipment to meet that need. For the vast majority of women; and especially those women who have chosen to get married to a man, this means the right to demand her sexual partners are sufficiently well endowed. It follows, therefore that a woman whose husband or boyfriend has a small penis has the right to seek sexual satisfaction outside of the marriage; to take other lovers, to cheat, to have affairs. She should be open about her extramarital promiscuity, and open about her husband's inadequate dick.
From this perspective the intense painful excitement that the small penis man experiences when he is publicly teased about his inadequate organ, the thrilling shame of being publicly cuckolded, the joyful acceptance of his submissive role in his bedroom, marriage, his family and his home, can be seen as his recognition of the woman's right to sexual satisfaction. The tiny dick man, conditioned by society and overcompensating, may think he should play the part of dominant husband, paterfamilias, macho man but his small shameful erections are leading him right.
Size Matters
Pam's Story
I guess it was inevitable that we would talk about dicks sooner or later. After a few drinks our conversation usually turned to sex, love, our husbands and lovers, boyfriends, girlfriends, crushes, affairs and one night stands.
It was especially predictable that night: we were a group of women; close friends, mothers, daughters, drinking wine while our men were out on the town, on a stag night.
We'd known one another for ages; my friends and I had met as young mothers when our kids were at school. Now our sons and daughters were adults, with careers, buying homes, getting married.
Which is why we were together that night.
My friend Emma's daughter Sophie was about to get married to the Rt Hon Keith; hers was the first wedding of her cohort. She'd had her hen do already; an exclusive weekend in Monaco arranged by her aristocrat future mother-in-law, deliberately above the means of her old girlfriends. As an alternative Sophie and Emma had asked me to host a girls night in at ours while Keith and all the men from our neighbourhood: our husbands and sons, went on his stag do in London.
I was delighted. It would be like old times.
My daughter May is Sophie's age. The girls had been best friends through school and were still in regular contact, so she came home for the weekend.
My other mum friends had made similar arrangements with their daughters; Kay and Ruby, Helen and Chelsea, Rachel and Tara.
So here we all were; my female friends, mothers and daughters at my house, chatting, drinking wine and laughing. It was wonderful.
I'd missed this.
The mums and I had always been very open with one another about our personal lives, our marriages, about sex, about our husbands - especially about our husbands, and very often at their expense.
So it was that evening.
I wasn't sure if we ought to talk like that in front of our daughters; these were their dads after all.
But after a few drinks it seemed okay. Our girls were clever, confident young women; they talked about men and sex with such cutting humour that soon we were all laughing and joking together.
It wasn't long before the older women got on to describing our wedding nights.
I must have been quite drunk by then because I found myself confessing loudly, in front of my daughter, that I had been disappointed.
"Sorry May, but your dad was too drunk to do anything. I was so cross."
May shook her head and patted my knee sympathetically.
"Don't be sorry mum. It's dad who should be sorry."
After that the talk went downhill; literally.
The young women, our daughters, regaled us with anecdotes of their sex lives; quite shocking, some of them.
I was surprised that my own daughter, May had some very strong ideas about what to expect from the men she slept with.
I learned that she is considered something of an expert on the matter, that she writes about cocks, orgasms, sexual satisfaction from a broadly feminist perspective, gives lectures and even has a popular podcast on the internet.
May and the other young women talked openly about the size of men's penis's.
They all seemed to agree that size is very important.
"Nothing smaller than 5 inches is going anywhere near my pussy" laughed Ruby.
Chelsea shook her head: "Oh no, I think 5 inches is way too small. For me anyway."
Her mother Rachel, who seemed to have got quite drunk already, nodded in agreement:
"Oh my god. I'm so glad you said that. I agree darling. Your dad's dick is 5 inches long; which I always thought was above average because that's what he kept telling me, but I really wish it was bigger. 5 inches is not enough."
We all laughed at that.
At least I tried to join in but really I was wishing they'd change the subject.
I didn't really want to talk about Dave's dick in case they laughed at me. I was so ashamed. But I was also angry and bursting to shout about how unfair it is that I have to put up with his little dick.
I'd always thought Rachel's husband's dick was as small as Dave's; she was always moaning about him being too little to satisfy her.
But I could only dream of a 5 inch cock inside me.
The truth is that my Dave is barely 3 inches long. I don't mean when it's relaxed. That's how big it gets when he's got a hard on. Like my thumb. When we have sex it hardly even enters me. Then when it's in he just finishes in a few little thrusts, rolls off and falls asleep leaving me wide awake, angry, with my bottom on a damp sticky cold bedsheet.
Our daughters took turns to tell us how big the biggest cock they'd had was: 8 inches, 9 inches, more,
Chelsea boasted that her boyfriend Lance had a good thick 10 inches. But it was my May who won the cock contest when she announced that her regular stud possessed a thick 12 inch cock.
"Doesn't it hurt?" I asked, worried for my sweet little daughter.
May made a funny noise and winked at me:
"Yes mum. It really hurt at first, but it hurt so good. And I got used to it. Addicted to it actually. You can only imagine."
The bride to be Sophie frowned:
"I'm a visual learner. I can't deal with all these numbers and inches. Go and get a measuring tape, a marker pen and something to write on. I need to see what you're all talking about."
I got the whiteboard from the kitchen, wiped the shopping list off it and returned with pen and measuring tape while May opened more wine and topped up glasses.
Sophie drew a graph with inches up along the side and 10 columns for the names of the men along the base.
"So I'll go first"
Sophie wrote the name 'Dan' at the bottom of the first column and gave us all a haughty smile
"Dan is a very satisfactory 7 inches and quite thick."
She drew a line up to the 7 inch mark, round and back down in a crude image of a cock, before passing the pen to her mother Emma.
"Mum, you're next. Be honest now. What's dad packing?"
Emma didn't take the marker pen from her daughter. Instead she giggled and blushed:
