I met a girl called Grace online who agreed to give me an honest rating of my penis. It's fair to say that Grave showed disbelief and disgust at my tiny dick, comparing it unfavourably to a shrimp emoji and mocking stereotypes about white men. Grace questions my sexual experiences, suggesting my cock is too small to have ever been inside a woman. She then assigns me humiliating tasks, including wrapping a rubber band around my cock and balls and writing "I have a tiny dick" on my body.
Grace was a pretty 21-year-old black girl with cool blue hair who was eloquent and seemed smart. She started her appraisal of my manhood by telling me, "When you told me you had a one-inch cock for me to laugh at, I thought you might have been over exaggerating, or perhaps under exaggerating." She delivered this damning blow with a very stern look on her face, adding, "I should say, but when I say I have never seen anything smaller in my entire fucking life, I wish I was joking."
Grace went on to say, "I have second-hand embarrassment. I've never seen anything like that in my life. I thought I'd seen tiny dicks before. This is fucking minuscule; you might as well have a fucking clit down there."
After telling me that the shrimp emoji might even be too big to describe my dick, Grace held her hand up to the camera with her thumb and index finger an inch apart to indicate my tiny size. Looking into the camera with sincerity, she then said, "Honestly, you are so fucking tiny."
The confident young black girl continued with her dick rating, "I thought it was just a stereotype that white men had small dicks, but you have absolutely proved every stereotype correct." Looking directly into the camera, Grace placed her hand with her manicured blue nails on her chest and confessed, "I feel sorry for you. I do."
Turning to her left, Grace picked up her laptop from off screen and said, "Now let's, let's really delve into what you've shown me." With a flick of her finger across the touchpad, the screen lit up. Grace angled the laptop towards the camera, and I could see on the screen the two photos of my cock I'd sent Grace.
Looking at the photos, Grace said, "First things first, I should say thank you for being brave enough to send that my way honestly, because that's what you must have plenty of bravery if that's what you have to show for yourself as a grown man."
The picture on the left of the screen showed my flaccid cock looking shrivelled and barely an inch long. It sat flush with my balls, which didn't so much hang but were seen resting under my soft member. Looking at this pathetic site, Grace asked, "Why are your balls bigger than your dick?" She was right, the little head of my cock was like a third, smaller orb, say above my balls.
To the right of this photo was my hard cock, which barely reached four inches. Studying it, Grace said, "You have the audacity to call that second picture your dick while hard. Your dick while hard is less than half the size of most men dicks while soft."
She fell quiet for a moment, taking in the photos, and then looking up to the camera, she said, "What I want to know is, have you ever had sex with that? Because I can't imagine that even made it past a woman's pussy lips, to be very honest, let alone inside them." She pursed her lips, looking disappointed, and then told me, "I'm sure you've heard this plenty of times, I'm sure plenty of women have told you that this is pathetic."
"I don't envy anyone who's ever had to be anywhere near you with that," Grace said before stifling a giggle and admitting, "I'm sure I've eaten baby carrots that are fucking bigger than this." She laughed, "I would not put that in my mouth. I'm sure I wouldn't go past my tongue anyway."
Looking back at the laptop's screen thoughtfully, Grace asked, How do you even wank?" She once again held her thumb and index finger up and performed a mocking one-inch stroke, as she said, "Your hand must be bigger than your cock."
With a grin, Grace said, "Wile you're here, I want you to hurt yourself for me, because it's what that deserves." She continued to tell me her demands: "I want you to go get a rubber band, and I want you to wrap it around your cock and your balls as many times as you can, and you're just going to keep it there until it burns too much for you to handle."
She didn't seem too worried about my discomfort, justifying her request by telling me, "Even if you were to cut all circulation off and it was to fall off, what would you really be missing? There's not much between your fucking legs in the first place, is there?"
Next, she told me to get some clothes pegs. She said, "I was going to say peg them up and down your cock, but I don't think they'd fit." Instead, she told me to clip a peg on the head of my cock because "that's the only part that sticks out."
Grace's final humiliating task involved using a marker pen to write "I have a tiny dick" above my cock. She added, "I need you to do that for me and send me a picture of you in your rubber band, with a clothes peg on the head, and your little message to the world that says, 'I have a tiny dick'."
I of course did as I was told. How could I not? She later thanked me for our interactions, calling me "super lovely, polite, and patient."
