I humiliated my one night stand’s penis – he asked for it

I kept degrading the handsome man I had just met (Picture: Getty Images)

‘It’s tiny, it’s so tiny!’, I giggled, pointing at Adam’*s penis – as he stood in my bedroom, naked, hanging his head in shame.

‘I can’t even see it! Where is it?!’

I carried on laughing as I demeaned my date; while he just silently looked down at the floor, defeated.

But I didn’t stop. I kept degrading the handsome man I had just met – until he finally caved and told me it was enough.

Looking up from the floor, he smiled and sighed: ‘Thanks’.

He loved it. In fact, he had asked for it.

I hadn’t realised, when I’d brought Adam home earlier that night, that he had a humiliation kink and was turned on by his sexual partner degrading him.

So there I was, slightly drunk and pointing at a stranger’s dick, telling him his average-sized appendage was ‘so small I could mistake it for an M&M’.

And I was more than happy to comply – excited to be experiencing a new kink.

Adam hadn’t seemed like someone who enjoyed being humiliated when I’d accidentally spilled my drink on him at a busy London cocktail bar a few hours previously.

My gin and tonic splashed all over his crisp white shirt, revealing a toned body underneath.

‘Oops, sorry!’, I exclaimed, trying to squeeze past him and the large group of men he was standing at the bar with.

Then I noticed how handsome he was; and I melted.

Once home, we immediately went to my bedroom – sex was about to happen (Picture: Getty Images/iStockphoto)

‘Okay, cute’, I blurted out. I’d had a few drinks by that point and my tongue was looser than usual.

He laughed and we started talking. He offered to buy me a drink; I told him he could take his shirt off and I could just suck it off of that.

Looking back, my flirting was very on the nose – but it worked.

After rushing back to my friends to speed-talk every detail of my encounter, I said my goodbyes to them, which included winking and unceremoniously imitating the international sign for a blowjob to my group of screaming girls.

This display, looking back, was absolutely unnecessary – but several cocktails and a month-long drought in my sex life had led to this moment.

I was ready to rock his world.

He climbed on top of me, and had an orgasm (Picture: Shutterstock / Aloha Hawaii)

Adam and I left the bar hand in hand and went back to mine. It was closer – and, as one of two drunk people, I didn’t want to go to a stranger’s house.

After getting on the wrong bus – and then missing our stop – we eventually got to mine an hour later, but we didn’t mind. We spent the journey laughing and talking about how much we both loved the show You, which had just come out.

Once home, we immediately went to my bedroom, kissing and ripping each other’s clothes off. There was one goal at that point and no need to talk anymore – sex was about to happen.

He climbed on top of me, and – after just over a minute – had an orgasm. I was surprised, especially because of the amount of booze in him, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to humiliate him. 

As it turned out, though, that was exactly what he wanted. 

After he came, he looked me in the eyes for a reaction – which I found uncomfortable, so I smiled and moved from under him.

‘Was that okay?,’ he asked, turning on his side to look at me.

‘Uh yeah, sure,’ I nervously laughed. ‘But I still want to orgasm, so can we go again?’

I went to pull his body back on top of me, but he hesitated.

‘Okay, but first – I want you to do one thing for me,’ he said.

I sighed. I had already made him come; what more did he want?

‘I have this kink,’ he started – and my ears pricked up. I loved a good kink, and I especially loved fulfilling someone’s fantasy. ‘But it’s weird.’

‘They’re all weird,’ I dismissed his concern. ‘Otherwise, everyone would talk about them’.

‘I have this kink,’ he started – and my ears pricked up (Picture: Getty Images)

He nodded, acknowledging my openness – and took a deep breath before telling me.

‘I like to be humiliated.’

There was silence.

‘Like, how?’

‘I like being told how small my dick is,’ he said, quickly.

I look down at his crotch and fairly regular-sized penis.

‘But…’, I started to protest, insisting that his cock was just fine – until I remembered his kink.

I smiled and nodded.

This one was new, but it wasn’t something I was against.

I got him to stand up, and then humiliated him, pointing at him and telling him how small his penis was.

Afterwards, he thanked me by giving me some of the best head I’d ever had.

Kinks are fun, outrageous and sometimes weird – but where possible, and within my own comfort – I love to fulfil them, instead of…well, humiliating the person.

Adam left that same night while I was asleep, and I never heard from him again – but I had a great story and a group of friends to scream about it with the next day.

*Name has been changed

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