Dominatrix's blunt rejection of my petite member for SPH

In a world where size matters, I find myself on my knees, humiliated by my mistress. Her cold, stern rejection of my petite member is a testament to her dominance. She towers over me, her stature and authority overwhelming. Her words are blunt, cutting through the air like a knife, as she rejects my cock for not meeting her standards. The reason? She desires something bigger, something more substantial. Instead, she offers me a thick, black collar, a symbol of my submission and her dominance. I am her pet, her plaything, and I must obey. This is not just a rejection, but a declaration of her power. In this realm of femdom, size doesn't matter, but submission and obedience do. And I am her willing slave, ready to serve.