Hello, pindick.

Would it surprise you to know that I have sympathy for you?

I still enjoy My mean-spirited fun with a small penis, but you, you inspire a bit of compassion behind the derision. Plenty of distaste, still, but distaste I feel compelled to try to temper in order to help you.

A pindick is an awful lot like the noxious insects that occasionally find their way into My home during the warm months. I never dispatch them, or spiders, or most other living things that can't do Me any harm, as some people do.

After all, it's not their fault that their appearance causes people dismay or disgust. And if they knew they weren't welcome, they most likely wouldn't have entered. Furthermore, the traits they've evolved to have, as off-putting as they may be to Us, likely serve some kind of evolutionary purpose.

So, I simply gather them up carefully (not with My hands), and escort them to the great outdoors, gently lodging them on some plant or tree. What is it that makes a pindick so appalling to Me, and yet inspire a measure of pity at the same time? Pity that I don't tend to accord to other small penises?

Well, it's simple, really: it's one thing to have a short dick. But when it's also as skinny as a lipstick, well, one gets the sense that some deity somewhere is enjoying some particularly cruel laughter.

And as I mentioned on My personal blog, where I wrote a post detailing the attributes of pin dick vs. chode, lacking in girth is enough to render even a 7-incher a pindick. It brings to mind the classic Peanuts gag, where Lucy pretends she will hold the football for Charlie Brown to kick, only to pull it away at the last second, leaving him to painfully ass-plant every time.

So close, and yet so far, from having the kind of cock a woman would enjoy. So, while your typical small penis is, well, small, a pindick is a tragedy. And few can react to a tragedy with unvarnished cruelty.

Let's return to My earlier analogy, shall W/e? Because it will help you to know what you can expect when you call Me, aside from the aforementioned distaste and pity:

I know it's not your fault that the testosterone bath where females turn to males in utero was somehow interrupted during your gestation, leaving you with a large clitoris where a cock should be.

At least, unlike the noxious insect, you have the ability to understand when you're told that you're not welcome. Not welcome between My legs, not welcome between the legs of any woman, perhaps not even welcome to the free-range orgasms that men with big cocks get to enjoy

I'll also acknowledge that evolution may have some purpose in rendering you unfuckable, even if neither you nor I know what that might be.

And just as I gently escort noxious insects to where they are much more suited, I will do the same for you, pindick. Whether that be into the smallest chastity cage, W/e can find, masturbation management or orgasm rationing, or even just relentless and humiliating roleplay or discussion about your misfortune, so that I can help you come to terms with the reality of your situation. Call it exposure therapy.

Do you need My special brand of understanding, pindick?

Please do arrange for a session.

Something tells Me that My type of frank, compassionate friendship could change your life for the better, not to mention that of women less tactful or honest than I.