Darkroom

Little Man

She owned a little man.

Not a little person little man, (although, he was little in physical stature) but one of little status and worth.

Her emasculating affections didn't seem to deprive him of his dignity though–he actually quite cherished her attention, and she cherished her little bitch boy in return.

His little penile endowment was relished by her all-consuming cunt, and she endowed him with condomless sex, a justification of her intrauterine devices.

They were an odd couple, to say the least. However, they knew their roles in the pecking order, and perhaps this awareness is what made their romance most gratifying.