Failure upon more humiliation

After this weekend I kept my promise, at first, I just decided that I would not masturbate. I have Jenny who despite using different areas of my body other than my cock to get me off, was still better than masturbating to anything with Nathanial. Jenny still sent me that one video and after the first time she noticed that I deleted it. She was so furious to see that I deleted it, calling me a liar. To prove I didn’t watch any porn I showed my search history, and we did another session of masturbating in front of her while watching the video. It made me feel so emasculated to do this. Even worse that I was genuinely getting hard from watching these videos with her.

The worst part about everything was the clear difference in how she talked to me compared to how she talked to Nathanial in the videos. More respect and reverence to Nathanial while I still get the extra cutesy baby and little boy. I never felt as manly as Nathanial must have felt while with her. I decided to talk to her about it. Something had to change, and I hoped it would be her. “Hey, I was… um… wondering if when you are talking to me you could use a different pet name than baby or little boy. I just don’t feel manly when you do it.”

I expected some flare up of a discussion that I would have to back track away from, but to my surprise her response threw me for a loop. “No.” That is all she said. A pleasant smile as she looked back at her phone while we sat together. Flabbergasted by the short denial I was taken back, a minute passes before I am even able to make a response. “Wait why? Come on babe. I would love it if you called me something different.” Holding her hand, I tried to propose this as a sincere thing that I was worried about. Her expression she gave to me showed her resoluteness on her stance. “No. And before you keep on annoying me with asking for me to stop. I will tell you why. It is because you are my baby boy. I love you as my precious little boy. If you want me to change how I talk to you then it will change IF I love you.”

If looks could kill, it was the stare she gave back to me. Piercing me to the core I stop trying to talk. “Do I love my little baby boy or are like every other jealous insecure ex-boyfriend I have had?” In a meek manner I look down, I knew that there was no end to this except for an end of our relationship. Which for me was worse than anything else she might call me. She could even call me a girl if she wanted to, I wanted to stay with her till the end, so I responded, “no, you love your little baby boy. Because that is what I am. Your cute baby boy.” The deflation of my self confidence could be heard.

Just like that, her demeanor changed back to happy. “Oh, you are such a cute little baby boy for mommy.” I had never called her that before but after her stare down I was not one to refuse her.

“Yes Mommy.”