This clip was a custom. Script: The video starts with you greeting me. You asked if I missed you and of course I say yes. Tell me that you can't the same for my tiny little dicky but after a few months you've mentally prepared yourself to have me present my lack of manhood to you again. So you ask me to strip naked in front of you. As I get naked you laugh as you see my little dicky is in proper dress code. That it shaved clean like a, a pinky ribbon tied around my dicky, properly labeled with "Little Dicky" and my tiny baby balls having an "X" to mark it's uselessness. You as...

This clip was a custom. Script: The video starts with you greeting me. You asked if I missed you and of course I say yes. Tell me that you can't the same for my tiny little dicky but after a few months you've mentally prepared yourself to have me present my lack of manhood to you again. So you ask me to strip naked in front of you. As I get naked you laugh as you see my little dicky is in proper dress code. That it shaved clean like a, a pinky ribbon tied around my dicky, properly labeled with "Little Dicky" and my tiny baby balls having an "X" to mark it's uselessness. You ask me "that little dicky belongs to me right?" I say yes. You then order me to open the window and shout out "My little dicky belongs to Goddess Victoria" I do it and you laugh. You make me return in front of you and squat with my hands behind my back. Tell me to look down at my little dicky. You describe it for me. Tiny, useless and looks more like a clit. Baby balls that can barely produce cum. Then your mood changes as you ask me "Why the fuck would I want a tiny little dick like that?" You wait a few more seconds for an answer like a step-mother scolding a . Tell me I'm not getting out of this position until I give you an answer I like. After a few more seconds it's clear there's no good reason why you'd want a little dicky in your possession. You tell me to kneel with my head on the floor with my ass in the air. Tell me that I need to be humbled and taught that my little dickie is nothing more than a plaything to be and humiliated. But first you make me beg for that privilege. Tell me to sincerely say "Please teach my little dicky a lesson" over and over again. When you're satisfied you make me stand up. Tell me the first step is further decorating my little dicky. First you make me get a black marker again and black out the head of my dicky. Tell me this is to signify you don't give a fuck about what comes out of my little dickhole and that I shouldn't be hoping for an orgasm anytime soon. Next with a pink marker you make me color the (tiny) shaft of my penis pink. Taunt me that it shouldn't take long given how tiny it is. After that it's time to give my tiny balls some attention. Make me tie a pink ribbon around my balls too and to make sure it's tight. Then you make me rub my balls with toothpaste then use my toothbrush to furiously brush on my balls. Finally you order me to attatch clothespin on my balls. You make me stand in attention to admire your handiwork. Tell me to savour the pain and humiliation I'm feeling because that's the only thing I'm going to get from you. Finally you tell me to take a picture of my little dicky in it's current state. But tell me not to even dare thinking about sending the picture to you. Tell me the picture is actually for me to keep. That it'll serve as a reminder of what my little dicky deserves and what women think of it. Standard Definition