Whoever said size doesn’t matter, either never had a small penis or was lucky never to have experienced one during sex.
Being about 4 inches when fully hard (shown in left pic), it created much humiliation, frustration, and depression rendering sex with girls an activity I largely avoided. Since increasing size is largely impossible, I decided take the lemon-like penis I inherited and make lemonade by removing the man out of the equation and embracing my natural femininity where neither a penis or size matter.
Now, as a feminized sissy slut (shown in pic to right), what once was a negative is now a positive as my chastity cage in cute girly colors enhances my femininity and serves as a constant reminder of my failed manhood.
It’s a strange irony that i used to be ashamed of my tiny cockette, but now i’m quite proud of how tiny it has become, mostly ( i think ) from being confined in a chastity cage. i get a wonderful sense of inferiority about my tiny little button, especially when i’m kneeling before a Superior Man with a big hard on and my little thing is just hanging there, all limp and useless. It’s all so very appropriate that i should be in such a situation.