The Little Submissive "From the moment she lays eyes on me, I know I’m doomed. Her laughter, her words, every teasing glance—each one makes me shrink further. She toys with me, pointing out every inch (or lack of it) as she brings out 'props' to highlight my inadequacy. A tea bag. A pen. A lip gloss tube. All of them, somehow, seem more impressive than me. And then he appears—the one I could never compete with. Thick, heavy, and undeniably worthy of her attention. I’m made to watch every second. She doesn’t even have to say much—her reactions say it all. I’m just 'there,' a bystander to my own humiliation. And when she measures me in centimetres just to make me feel 'better,' I realize she’s only doing it for her own amusement. This is a reminder that I’m simply not enough. But maybe that’s where I belong." Queen Adreena "It’s almost too easy. From the second I reveal him, it’s clear he’s in for a rough ride—well, as rough as it gets when you’re working with so little. I can’t help but laugh. There’s barely a shaft, just a little nub and some balls, and that’s me being generous. I pull out a few household items—lip gloss, a teabag, a spoon—just to put it into real perspective. But the best part? The look on his face when I bring out a real cock. Thick. Heavy. Veiny. The kind of cock that commands attention and respect. Watching his reaction as he sees it from his own perspective (yes, I strapped a GoPro to his head) is priceless. His little squirming attempts to measure up are pathetic but oh-so-entertaining. I even measure him in centimetres to 'help' him feel better, but we both know the truth—he’s not even close. This is a masterclass in comparison."