Confessions of a Size Queen — Why Nine Inches is Just My Starting Point

As a sensual cocktease Goddess, I relish in exerting my Dominance and control over men at every opportunity. So, it should be no secret that I have certain…requirements. Only a select few extremely lucky people are granted the privilege of stepping one foot into my dungeon. With that said, it should come as no shock that the list of men who are granted the privilege of feeling my temple of ecstasy wrapped tightly around their throbbing shaft is very short. However, those shafts…are anything but short! I am an unabashed size queen.

Before you clutch your pearls (or that small dicklet between your thighs), let me make one thing excruciatingly clear: my size requirements are non-negotiable. I do not care how good you are with your tongue or how much you love pussy worship. I don’t care how much money you make. Because the amount of money in your bank account will never make up for what you lack in penis size. As impressive as it may be, I don’t even care if you can recite Nietzsche backwards while blindfolded and hopping on one leg. If you are approaching me with anything less than nine inches of thick, veiny cock; the only thing you’ll get from me is a chuckle.

 

 

 

 

Every Size Queen Deserves to Get What She Wants

 

Let’s get real for a minute, shall we? Society loves to shame women for having standards. We are called “shallow” or even “picky” when we refuse to settle for mediocre dick when some dude decides to cockfish us.

As a FemDom size queen, I have a very strict 9 inch minimum. Yes, you read that correctly. Nine inches is the absolute smallest cock that I will entertain. Every woman has her preference but most importantly, every woman deserves to get what she wants. Some women think that big cocks are unfuckable, a woman’s definition of “big” is her personal preference and should be respected at all times. So, if you don’t measure up to our individual standards…well, there are other ways to please us. But let’s get back to what I consider to be big cocks and why I love them so fucking much.

 

 

How I Became a Size Queen

 

My first big cock experience is actually what led me down the tantalizing path towards my first cuckold experience. I will share the debaucherous and delicious details of my first cuckolding experience for a later time. Essentially, during my Freshman year of college, I had a boyfriend with a seven inch cock. Which is actually much larger than the average 5.1 – 5.5 inch erect penis. Damn, just letting that fact sink in is so fucking depressing to me. Seriously, when I see those statistics, I want to launch a charity for all of the women out there suffering through sad, unsatisfying sex with mediocre dick because society told them to “be nice” and pretend that size doesn’t matter.

 

 

Newsflash: Size matters. Size matters so fucking much!

I have never in my life gone to an adult toy store and considered wasting my money on a five inch dildo. Do they even make them that small?! I mean, I guess they do? I am sure there is a market for men who want to practice with something their own size AKA tiny. How cuuute! Anyway, sex with my boyfriend and his seven inch cock was great…until I had better!

 

 

The Man with the Exquisitely Crafted Nine Inch Cock

 

One memorable big cock occasion was in the first semester of my Freshman year with a man that I met at an art gallery opening near campus. I was wearing this absolutely gorgeous skin-tight Sandra Mansour chiffon and satin dress. It was backless and brutally sexy…the kind of dress that makes men walk right into walls. I noticed him immediately. He was about 6’4″, with broad shoulders, and large hands that looked like they could palm a basketball. Or even better, my entire ass. We started talking about post-structuralism (I told you I like ‘em intelligent) and within twenty minutes, he was whispering in my ear about the “exquisite architecture” of my neck. Cheesy? Absolutely. Effective? Absofuckinglutely.

When we got back to his place, I wasn’t mentally prepared for the big reveal. I had been teasing him all night, grinding and dry humping against him. I was feeling what I thought was a semi-hard cock pressed against my lower back. But when he unzipped his pants and that monster fell out? Mmmm, my eyes were wide taking in the sight in front of me. His cock was thick, heavy, and veiny. It throbbed aggressively in a way that makes this Goddess’ knees weak. He was packing nine inches of exquisitely crafted perfection.

I just had to test it out. And I did! Over and over and over again.

Now, I will not lie…I didn’t take all 9 inches of him the very first attempt. But I had already my mind made up, I was fucking going to! I saw his massive cock as a feat that I was determined to conquer. And eventually after a few steamy sex sessions between the sheets that weekend, I succeeded!

This was just the beginning. My honeypot had been spoiled with his massive cock and I craved more. Not necessarily bigger than nine inches (at first) but I craved the feeling of riding a long, thick cock that could reach places inside me that I didn’t know existed. It was his cock that sealed my status as a size queen.

After eventually conquering every glorious inch of his massive nine inch cock, I knew two things for fucking sure.

1: My boyfriends measly seven inches just wasn’t doing it for me anymore and never would.

2: I would never settle for anything less than nine inches of cock, ever.

 

 

Calculating the Perfect Cock to Size Queen Goddess Ratio

 

 

 

 

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Bigger is better and Goddess Demi deserves nothing less than perfection…and you’re not wrong! But, there’s also a mathematical and scientific explanation behind my nine inch minimum requirement as well. This is where it gets really interesting. This is where my sweet cucks and tiny penis humiliation lovers will relate to why they are so addicted to hearing about why size matters to women like me.

Have a seat and prepare to take notes. Your sensual Goddess has a PhD in penis and today we are gathering for Size Queenology 101, will your cock make the grade? Probably not. So let’s find out why!

When a truly massive cock slides balls deep inside, it doesn’t just hit the G-spot. It stimulates, caresses, and massages it in indescribable ways. It presses against the anterior fornix and the posterior fornix. Those deep, secret spots that average men literally cannot reach no matter how hard they try. The anterior fornix sits about 4 to 5 inches inside the vagina and is located at the top of the vaginal canal. The posterior fornix is even deeper and located behind the cervix. I can hear you screaming, “But Goddess Demi, the average cock size is 5.1 to 5.5 inches, that’s enough cock to Goddess ratio.”

No! It isn’t, not even close…and this is why. It is the difference between tapping on a window and breaking through the wall. An average sized cock is going to “tap, tap, tap” those sweet spots with each thrust. It’s almost there and enough to stimulate a woman but it’s unable to stimulate a woman enough to bring her to a climax. In short (pun intended), it’s frustrating as fuck and eventually that woman is going to either push you off of her and finish herself off or fake an orgasm so you’ll get the fuck off of her. Which honestly is so fucking sad, women shouldn’t need to fake orgasms.

I think a man deserves to know the truth, your average sized cock can’t make me cum.

However, a big cock is going to “glide, glide, glide” over those sweet spots with each thrust. And since that cock is so big, it’s a double whammy! That thick cock is going to tease, caress, and massage when it glides in and when it glides out. mmmm, my toes are curling as I write this…big cocks are just that fucking good!

And the fullness? Gawd, the fullness! That sensation of being completely stuffed and stretched to the limit. Being able to feel every vein on rock hard throbbing cock graze against my walls as he pulls back and then slams home again…it’s mind-blowing! I am fucking obsessed with big cocks and I won’t apologize for it. I refuse to go back to the sexual equivalent of a diet soda when I can have the real deal, something fulfilling and satisfying.

 

 

Does Your Cock Measure Up?

 

You’ve been measuring since the second paragraph of this blog post, haven’t you? You have been desperately hoping that I’m exaggerating. You are hoping that “size queen” is just a fun nickname and not a literal requirement. Poor you. You already know that you don’t measure up. That’s why you’re here reading this, throbbing in your hand (or your cage, if you’re one of my good locked chastity pets), imagining what it would be like to watch a real man fill me up.

But that’s your role, isn’t it? The observer. The fluffer. The cuck. While real men with real cocks get to feel my temple of ecstasy clamp down on them, milking them dry, you get to sit in the corner and count your inadequacies. Count them out loud for me.

Most of the men reading this are probably hovering around that depressing 5-6 inch dick average. Some of you are smaller. Much, much smaller. Adorably, laughably smaller.

Does that mean you’re useless to me? Oh, absolutely not! You’re just useless for fucking.

Every Goddess needs worshippers in her harem of concubines. Every Goddess deserves to be pampered, to have men groveling at her feet, good beta who will purchase the lingerie that a real man will rip off her body. You want to be part of my world? Fine. But you enter through the servant submissive’s entrance. Like a good cuck, you get to watch. If you are lucky, you may even get to be my creampie cleanup pet. You’ll absofuckinglutely get to hear the stories afterwards. You can imagine my eyes glazing over as I recount how he bottomed out in my perfect pussy while you struggle to keep your tiny cage from bursting.

And honestly? Some of you prefer it this way. You know you can’t compete, so you’ve fetishized your own inadequacy. Smart fucking move. Life is so much better when you lean into it. You will find fulfillment in life when you admit that your only purpose is to support and celebrate my pleasure with men who actually satisfy me.

 

 

From One Size Queen to Another Size Queen

 

This message is from one size queen to another size queen: Stop settling. Stop pretending. Stop letting mediocre dick convince you that “it’s not the size, it’s the motion.” Fuck that! It’s the size, the motion, the stamina, and the willingness to recognize that every size queen deserves to have what she wants.

Your pussy is a temple. Treat it like one. Worship it like one. And only admit those worthy of pilgrimage.

As for the rest? Let them watch, let them obsess, let them beg.

But most importantly? Let them know their place.