My life as a cuckold in permanent chastity.
Small and Useless
I knew it the first time I really looked at myself in the mirror, naked and honest, with nothing to hide behind.
I was small. Not just small — uselessly small. The kind of small that makes a joke out of itself before anyone else even has to say it. A little nub that twitched and throbbed and gave up before it had even started, and then just hung there, soft and pathetic, like it was apologizing for existing at all.
That was the truth of me. I couldn’t satisfy a woman. I couldn’t last. I couldn’t even pretend to be a man in bed. A few seconds, a shameful little spurt, and then it was over — her lying there, still wanting, still frustrated, looking at me like I was a broken toy she’d been stuck with.
So I stopped pretending. That was the only honest thing I ever did.
Now I don’t get to be her husband, not really. I get to be her maid. Her little girl. The useless thing she keeps around because even useless things can scrub a floor, fold laundry, and kneel quietly in the corner while a real man does what I never could.
She laughs at me, and she’s right to. He laughs at me, and he’s right to. When I’m in my too-short maid’s outfit, apron tied high so there’s nothing left to hide, my little clitty is right there for everyone to see — proof, in plain sight, of why I’m not in that bed and never will be again.
I try to be useful in the only ways left to me. I cook, I clean, I serve, I kneel. I fluff him before he takes her, and I clean him out of her after, because that’s what a useless little thing is good for: cleaning up after a real man.
I used to think being small was the worst part. It isn’t. The worst part is knowing I’m useless in every other way, too. I drop things. I fail at the simplest chores. I get punished, and I deserve it, and I go back to my corner with my bare bottom stinging and my face hot, grateful that they haven’t thrown me out yet.
Because what else would I be? Without them, I’m just a tiny, premature, useless little nothing, with no one to serve and no purpose at all.
With them, at least I have a place. On my knees. In the corner. In my little maid’s dress, with my little shame on display, thanking them for keeping me — and for letting me watch a real man do what I never could.
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