i saw his shaft snuggie and got the feelings
by duckie | May 28, 2025 |
duckie has trouble focusing sometimes. surprise.
this morning i got an email from mistress heather with a bunch of images she wants included in an article set to publish in june. i downloaded everything, expecting charts or anatomy diagrams or maybe some graphs.
nope.
dozen or more photos of eleven’s penis.
turns out the article is about uncut dicks, and these images make it very clear our boy eleven is still rockin’ the turtleneck.
and then duckie starts thinking.
i’ve kinda always been jealous of guys who didn’t get snipped. it’s more sensitive. some dommes love teasing the extra bit, pulling it back slow, toying with it, trapping little clothespins on it like they’re decorating a holiday tree. and me? i’ve got nothing. cut. exposed. just a naked, defenseless mushroom. and the worst part? it wasn’t Madam who took it from me. not some divine moment of ownership. no ceremony. no command. it was some random doctor, probably half-asleep, snipping away at baby duckie before i even had a say in the matter.
like, excuse me? what gave you the right to decide the rest of my life would be lived in full constant tip exposure mode? what if i wanted to keep my weenie windsock? what if i wanted my pleasure hoodie, my cozy little dong warmer? no vote, no consent, just snip. gone.
robbed. utterly and forever flapless.
and then i started to get sad. duckie sad. it was a part of me gone forever – i didn’t even get to say goodbye.
and when duckie gets sad, duckie needs reassurance.
so i wandered my way to Madam. she was in her office, composing something on her typewriter. clicking away, fully focused.
i waited a second, then blurted out, “Madam, do you wish i still had my foreskin?”
the moment the words left my mouth, i knew.
the glare. that stern glare.
that look that says, “you have just wasted my time with nonsense and you will pay for it later.”
but then she turned away, didn’t say a word. just patted her leg. her quiet signal for me to come heel beside her.
i sat down on the soft carpet, curled up against her leg, and stayed there while she kept working.
no words. just presence.
i am a lucky duckie.
duckie you’re jealous of him? even if his name is an indicator of his size, you’re what, another half a foot bigger? dude, you’re duckie with the titanic tool!! https://femdomu.com/duckies-humble-curse/
also – i like “i saw his love glove and got the feelings”
or “i saw his pecker poncho and got the feelings”
you think I have a 17″ penis? levi it’s really just a perspective thing – you just gotta stop comparing your little one to me.
and he’s British so how about
i saw his tallywhacker tarp and got the feelings
fuck you duckie. I am not that small you are just huge.
ok then how about
“i saw his union jack flap and got the feelings”
or
“i saw his nob drape and got the feelings”
Guys – seriously, grow up.
The best title would have been i saw his gentleman’s raincoat and got the feelings
Umm, Hi?
I’m Eleven, I think subject of conversation. I’ll confess there is meaning or relevance to sticking with the name. But I’d hate to spoil it this early in the conversation.
But yes, I will confirm my fella has a jacket, I mean the weather over here is all over so need to be prepared.
That’s all for now, but carry on 😂
yeah lots of rain I hear. I looked at your profile and I’m pretty sure that’s not an 11incher. not bad.
thought of one more
i saw his banger wrapper and got the feelings. Get it? like English bangers.
yeah, not my best.
Safe to say comedy isn’t your strong point no.
levi you’re being weird. Madam asked if you had your writing assignments done, and if not, you should stop looking at everyone’s dicks.