Oh So You Like This Game But Not Like that?

You stare at the pink panties dangling from Tawny's finger and feel a sudden wave of resistance.

"No," you say firmly. "I'm not wearing those. This whole sissy thing... it's too much. I was just curious online. I don't want that."

Tawny's eyes flash with surprise, then something darker and more playful. She drops the panties on the bed and smiles.

"Alright, baby. No panties. If you don't want to be my little sissy, then we'll do this my way instead."

She pushes you onto the bed and mounts you reverse cowgirl, sinking down on your 2.75 inches with ease.

"Feel that?" she asks, bouncing slowly. "Barely any stretch. Your little dick just disappears inside me. No wonder those forums got you so worked up. You're tiny."

From that night forward, Tawny leans hard into size mockery. It starts private and intimate, then gradually moves into more public spaces.

The next morning she wakes you with her hand around your soft clitty, measuring it casually with her fingers.

"Still under an inch soft. God, it's cute how it tries to hide." She strokes you to full hardness. "Two-point-seven-five. Pathetic. Most men are twice this size."

She edges you for nearly an hour, bringing you close then stopping to laugh at how your thin shaft pulses weakly in her hand. When she finally lets you cum, she aims it onto your own stomach.

"Look at that load. Even your cum is unimpressive."

The private mockery becomes constant. She measures you every few days, keeping a little notebook with dates and measurements. She buys a set of small rulers and makes you compare yourself to everyday objects: lipstick tubes, her fingers, her actual clit when she's aroused.

In bed she never lets you forget. She rides you while describing how little she feels.

"I could probably fit two of these tiny things inside me and still want more. It's like fucking a thick finger, baby."

She starts denying you penetration on some nights, instead making you rub your clitty against her clit while she tells you how much bigger hers feels when swollen. The direct comparison drives you wild.

The public escalation begins subtly. At a restaurant she leans over and whispers, "I bet the waiter has a bigger cock than you. Yours wouldn't even make a bulge in those pants." You stay hard the entire meal.

She grows bolder. During a shopping trip she drags you into a dressing room, pulls down your pants, and laughs softly while comparing your hard clitty to a small bottle of lotion she grabbed from a shelf.

"See? Smaller than the travel size. My husband has a travel-size dick."

At parties with friends she finds ways to tease you indirectly. A casual comment about "some men just have to work harder with their hands and tongue" while squeezing your thigh under the table. You leak into your underwear the whole night.

At home the mockery turns filthier. She makes you watch her fuck herself with a thick dildo while narrating.

"This is what a real cock feels like, baby. Thick. Long. Stretching me properly. Not like your little button that just tickles the entrance."

She starts sending you texts during the day with photos of her hand wrapped around random objects, captioned "Bigger than you" or "This is what I need."

One weekend she takes you to a secluded beach. After setting up a private spot behind rocks, she makes you strip and stand in front of her. She takes photos of your caged clitty (she bought one after your refusal) next to seashells and her own fingers.

"Smile for the camera, tiny. These are just for us... unless you misbehave."

The constant humiliation keeps you in a state of desperate arousal. Your orgasms, when permitted, are always accompanied by heavy verbal degradation.

"Cum for me, little one. Show me how fast that tiny dick shoots its pathetic load."

She loves making you cum hands-free by mocking you. One night she sits on your face, grinding her pussy on your tongue while describing in explicit detail how much better Nick's micropenis would probably feel compared to yours. The humiliation makes you spurt weakly onto your stomach without any direct touching.

Over months the size mockery becomes the core of your sex life. Tawny never forces the sissy clothes, but she owns your masculinity completely through words and denial. She fucks bigger toys regularly while you watch. She makes you thank her for every orgasm she has without you. She measures you weekly and celebrates when you shrink even a fraction from constant denial.

Publicly, the teasing remains deniable but constant. A whispered "Be careful sitting down, tiny" before you sit. A casual brush of her hand over your crotch in public followed by a soft giggle. The risk of exposure heightens everything.

You never wore the panties, but you became her perfect small-dick toy anyway. Every day and every night is filled with her loving, relentless mockery of your lack of size. And you have never been more addicted to her in your life.