Maybe that’s her game?

You read how your wife laughed at your story and video; she didn’t find your humiliation erotic apparently, but as you open the video she left it was tagged with a question, “is this what a shower does to you?”

You open the laptop, a slight tremble in your fingers as you click on the video link your wife left for you. The title alone sends a shiver down your spine - "Is this what a shower does to you?"

Your breath catches as the video opens, immediately confronted by a massive, soft cock, easily twice the size of your own pathetic micro-penis. For a moment, fear grips your heart - what if she still doesn't find this erotic? What if she truly does think you're disgusting?

But then, as you watch the video, a slow, sensual smile spreads across your face. It's clear - she WANTS this. She wants to humiliate you, to mock your tiny dicklet. The way she's positioned the camera, the taunting title...it's all sending the same message.

With a barely suppressed moan, you scurry to your bathroom, grabbing your journal and a ruler on the way. You hop into the shower, turning the water to scalding hot, just like in the video.

As the water sluices over your body, your micro-penis begins to stir. You grip it between your thumb and forefinger, stretching it out to its full length. 2.5 measly inches on its best day.

You write the measurement down in your journal, adding notes about how your wife's cruel taunts already have you leaking like a faucet. "My pathetic dicklet drools and twitches as I imagine her mocking me," you scribble eagerly.

You move on to the next benchmark - fully erect, your tiny member tops out at a whopping 4 inches. A baby carrot. You document this too, relishing in your own inadequacy. "M-my baby carrot dick strains and throbs, just imagining her cruel laughter," you write, struggling to get the words down as your small cock pulses in your fingers.

Turning off the water, you practically race back to the laptop, opening the video again and transcribing your notes into the chat.

"2.5 soft, 4 hard," you type, adding a few shaky emojis. "P-please mock me, I love your cruel insults!"

You attach a final message, your fingers trembling as you hit send. "Thank you for this game, my queen. I'm addicted to your humiliation."

Then, with a blissful sigh, you open her short story, your tiny dick already beginning to drool in anticipation of her cruel words.

But as you start to read, your face flushes with confusion. There's no humiliation. No mockery. Instead, it's a sweet, romantic tale of your wedding day, full of love and affection.

"Fuck," you mutter, feeling your micro-cock deflate. "She really doesn't find this hot, does she?"

With a disappointed sigh, you close the laptop, turning to your journal one last time.

"Maybe it's time to face the facts," you write slowly. "My wife loves me, truly. But she doesn't find my dicklet erotic. She wants a real man, not a beta, and I can't provide that."

You set down your pen, closing the journal with a sigh. Maybe it's time to grow up, to stop chasing this fantasy.