I really never dreamt when I met my wife to be at university that she would fulfill my dream of forcing me to become a wife-watching wimp. I have always been a natural submissive and spent most of my life engrossed in pornography. Even at university I very rarely socialised, spending my free time wanking off over 'female domination', 'big tit' and 'big ass' magazines. I'd always loved larger ladies ever since I saw my first porno mag. It was a standard sort of mag full of regularly sized women but I masturbated disproportionately over 3 fuzzy pictures in the readers' wives section. They were of a lady called Joan aged 41 with size 42"DD breasts and a wide ass to match.
Excessive porn viewing soon exacerbated my fetishes. My ideal photo shoots would be of ladies with large breasts (D cup plus) with healthy sized bellies and big round asses. I liked them to wear headmistress or secretarial style clothing such as pencil skirts and starchy blouses before stripping down to sexy lingerie such as lacy bras, corsets, basques, thongs and stockings or tights. A typical day at uni would involve me going to my lectures in the morning before going to the local adult mag exchange and blowing my student grant on a couple of fem dom mags, a couple of big girl mags and some sexy stories. On returning to my student room I would strip off and kneel before my bed before leafing through my purchases. I would always kneel to show my respect for the ladies who had generously stripped for me in these hot publications. I would look at the flesh pics first then read the stories so that I could mentally retain the images of these breasty ladies as I wanked over the stories. I loved being a submissive and would often jerk off over these tales. However my very favourite adult stories would be those in the straight mags about wife watching husbands.
The first time I read such a story I only had to touch my little cock a few times before spurting ecstatically over the side of my bed. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. The marriage of male submissiveness and the raw sexuality of the situation was an incredible combination. I remembered a story I'd read years earlier, one about a group of dominant women who made their small cocked husbands watch a big cocked stripper in order to humiliate them and I realised then how much I wanted to have my prick compared to a real man's and to be mocked for it. I desperately wanted a cruel lover who wouldn't fuck me but who, instead, would fuck huge dicked studs in front of me.
When uni finished I got a badly paid job and moved into a flat on my own where I bought a computer and spent all my free time masturbating over big dick porn videos, big titted girly mags and letters about submissive wife-watchers. About 3 months later I got an e-mail from one of the 2 people at college who had actually stayed in touch with me. Helen was a short, frumpy looking girl who sported large, wide rimmed spectacles and wore big cardigans to cover her large, wobbling breasts. We were geeky, 'no-mates' together but I'd always fancied her due to her proportions.
She had got a tutoring job near where I lived and as she didn't know anyone in the area wondered if I fancied going for a drink with her and showing her around town. Her job was going well and we stayed in touch regularly over the coming weeks and eventually began to go out with each other. I cleared the porn from my flat and erased most of my hard drive in a bid to start a normal life. After 3 weeks of dating I finally went back to her apartment. We kissed and when it came to bedtime she led me into her room. We got in bed in the dark and kissed passionately. She was a lot more confident in bed than I imagined and was soon passing me a condom. I was so glad that the light was off as my face was crimson when I told her I didn't have an erection.
"But you did, I felt something" she whispered
"I did, but now the moment of truth has arrived I can't" I muttered back
"Its okay darling, we'll try again another time." She seemed to laugh as she rolled over but I let it go and she went to sleep. I stayed awake thinking...
...Shit! I knew that was going to happen. My years of fantasising were catching up with me and the idea of having normal sex scared me witless. The usual worries passed through my mind. What if I was crap in bed? What if she realised I had a small cock? I was pretty sure she was a virgin but I knew she read women's magazines and that she'd have expectations.
Over the next few days I tried to focus my thoughts on having loving sex with my new, beautiful girlfriend. Of course she was a virgin, I thought, I just had to remember that and stay confident. Mistakenly, however, I logged onto the internet to finally get to grips with the longstanding doubts I had over my cock size. My fears were based on my previous sightings of dicks. The most recent were in porn videos where they were often 2 to 3 times the size of mine. But they were porn stars and were the exceptions surely. I then remembered college and the size of other boys' cocks in the showers after football. They always seemed longer, heavier and thicker than mine and the others often teased me about it. I checked a number of non-pornographic, 'health' websites about what was considered the average penis size. I pulled a ruler from the desk tidy next to my PC and measured my erection, as instructed on one of the sites. I'd measured my cock about a year earlier and got a 5 and a quarter inches reading but now realised that I'd measured it wrong. I'd measured from my ball sack, which the site said would give a misreading. I also pushed the ruler down into my nut sack to gain a few millimetres that day. This time I had to be honest - I measured it correctly from base (at the stomach) to tip. It was precisely 4 and three quarter inches in length fully hard. Even the most leftfield, esteem-boosting website couldn't lie enough, claiming the average length was 6.4 inches. Some claimed even 7" was average! The worst thing though was that the average was misleading. It wasn't like they were millions of sub 5-inch wankers balancing out millions of 7 inch+ studs. I was off the scale, in the wrong direction. All
the sites were fairly united on the average range. Most said things like "...although our survey found that the average penis is 6.81 inches in length and 5.78 inches in girth the averages need further examination. For men aged between 20 and 35 it should average over 7 inches in length and 6 inches in width. Also, we discovered that 98% of males in our survey had a cock measuring between 5.3 and 11.9 inches."
I was way short of the range. And as for girth, I was too scared to measure mine. I could see it was way too slim.
I gasped in shock and then moaned in pleasure. My cock hardened even more as my darkest sexual desires fomented in my mind for the first time in several weeks. The cold statistical reality of my cock size pierced my brain with evil pleasure. There is little more arousing than a fantasy edging its way into reality. But what about reality? What about Helen? I had to shake these feelings if I was to satisfy my lover.
The following night she came to stay at mine and as usual we watched a video, drank some wine before going to bed around midnight. As usual I undressed in the dark and got in bed, but when Helen returned from the bathroom she switched the light back on. I had never seen her undress nor seen her even in her underwear. At night she changed into a nightshirt in the dark and in the morning she left for work after me and at weekends made me wait outside whilst she got dressed (a particularly bossy characteristic I enjoyed). With the light on she removed her skirt. For the first time I saw her pale, white thighs. She kicked off her shoes before placing one foot on the bed and brushing her inner thigh with her left hand. She was wearing high arched, tanga briefs and their hemmed sides revealed the tiniest sprouting of what looked like a very tidy, dark bush. She then pulled down the quilt to reveal my trembling body and erect dick. She smiled and told me to move my 'thing' until it was over the edge of the bed. I concurred with her demand. Once in position, with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed, she placed her right foot gently over my balls and the base of my cock. She began to gently oscillate her toes. I moaned in pleasure...
"You like?" she purred
"Oh God, yes" I replied
"I always knew you were a little perv, right from day one in our first lecture. Don't think I didn't notice you staring at my jugs all the time!"
"Oh God," I moaned again as her pinkies rolled around my slender base.
She continued to roll her feet on my balls causing me the utmost pleasure. I would have cum immediately but she was expertly applying pressure on the base of my nodger, stopping it from allowing sperm to be released and me the pleasure of orgasm. Little did I know then it was the only contact she was really ever to give to my cock.
It was then she started telling me the most shocking revelations I was ever to hear
