He was a whiny, sniveling little pee-pee puller and he just couldn’t stop! And his name wasn’t important because it could have been any of you! His life consisted of one masturbation twinge or opportunity after another, and I know that alot of you can relate. When he couldn’t touch it, he was thinking about touching it. But believe me, he loved to touch it and just couldn’t stop! After waking up, right before bed to ensure good sleep, even the occasional sneaky rub as he sat at his cubicle at work. That’s right….through his pants was better than nothing! And he took every opportunity.

The Pee-Pee Blues

When I edged him, he whined. My little pee-pee puller wasn’t used to any restrictions. He sniveled about how his black cock was small and how he was nervous to show any women just how small! He had the pee-pee blues but that wasn’t going to stop him from getting his big payoff. It was the only ‘positive’ that his little itty-bitty ‘negative’ could offer. But I made him ruin his orgasm at the very end, so that earth shattering pleasure was reduced to a ho-hum dribble and an ache. Awwwww!

Just because you’re a pindick doesn’t mean you’re not under Mistress rule. Little pee-pee pullers are a special treat for me!