A Woman's Right. 3. My Story

A Woman's Right. 3. My Story; the origin of the idea.

The first two episodes of this series: 'A Woman's Right: Size Matters' are fictional expressions of the idea that while Small Penis Humiliation, Cuckoldry, Female Domination, Cheating Wife fantasies are classed as forms of sexual fetish, they all have foundations in real lives, lived experiences of marriage, family and human social relations.

My contention is that we should celebrate, validate and recognise our shameful kinks as instinctive indicators guiding us to accept what we are, what we need and where to meet that need.

I feel compelled at this juncture to ground the fictional expression of these ideas in the reality from whence they came. So, in this chapter I will depart from the storyline to give you an honest and truthful account of the real events that gave birth to that philosophy.

If you've read Episodes 1 and 2 in the series please rest assured that the story will be picked up in Episode 4.

Perhaps I have a need to give credit to the woman who I first heard proclaim a woman's right to sexual satisfaction over any other consideration.

Her words, uttered at the time as a casual observation, without a great deal of thought, knocked the breath out of me the moment I heard them. They still have that power. Raw, harsh, undeniable and spoken without any thought for my feelings.

My shame, humiliation, excitement, envy, anger, my fetish fantasies were utterly irrelevant. And that hurt.

I hope that by telling this story between the chapters of fiction I can imbue the whole series with a little of that intensely erotic pain and power.

Everything I am about to tell you really happened. The only thing I've changed are the names of the protagonists.

My Story

We'd been working at a small grass roots festival in the south of England; me and my wife Charlotte. This was something I did several times each summer back then.

Charlotte wasn't so keen on festival working as I was. She would come with me once, maybe twice a year.

The festivals were run by a woman called Rhi who had built them up from a small stage over years and it was her festival; she booked the bands, she owned the marquee and brought us all together to create a magical, sexy, creative, anarchic, matriarchal world in her own image. Generally most of the key positions of responsibility were held by women.

This influenced how things were done and the way we behaved. While there were clear hierarchies it felt less rigid and dull than if it were run by men. Ironically, with women in positions of power, men had value, like a commodity, sometimes fought over.

I had no problem with working under women. In fact I liked it. I never associated this with anything kinky. It had absolutely nothing to do with any submissive sexual fantasies about serving powerful dominant women. No. I knew my role, I did my job and that's all there was to it. In any case it would be sleazy to sexualise our working relationships.

However I am very comfortable when I'm around strong, assertive women who have a position of power over me. I admit that I can develop strong feelings of loyalty and devotion which makes me crave their approval and attention. If that makes me submissive so be it.

The other men at the festival noticed how I behaved and gently teased me for the way I allowed myself to be bossed around and shouted at by women when I let them down. Which I often did through overindulgence.

This might have been one of the reasons Charlotte often stayed at home instead of coming with me to the festivals, even when our daughters were grown up. She occasionally made scornful remarks implying that I was scared of Rhi and the other women which I ignored.

Of course Charlotte knew all about my fetishes: before the kids were born we had got into a bit of role play - she bought a dominatrix outfit, boots and a riding crop and had me address her as "Mistress of the Universe", making me kiss her boots and whipping my bottom (not too hard - I may be submissive but I hate pain!).

When she did come to a festival Charlotte fitted right in. She got on with the other women, inevitably spending more time with them than with me. They'd all invite her into their vans and converted buses, let her borrow their colourful skirts, jackets, layers of petticoats, corsets (which gave her large breasts a high, trembling cleavage), tattered fishnets and knee high doctor marten boots, to make a festival outfit for her. This was how they all dressed; practical and sexy, great for moving gear across muddy fields as well as dancing in mud and getting on to the stage with the band at the end of the show. Charlotte always looked amazing.

I'd enjoyed this particular festival. I was always better behaved when my wife was there. When I came on my own I would let myself down: I drank too much, took drugs, stayed up all night, got in with the most feral bunch of guys, forgot to eat and always made a fool of myself.

We'd had a really good crew as well. A new stage manager called Gabby had come along and really made a difference. Gabby was a proper hippy. A woman with a striking appearance; tall, beautiful, broad shouldered, well built with long red dread locks. But she was also a serious experienced professional, exacting and demanding - a real leader.

Gabby stayed off drink and drugs during the festival and expected a level of sobriety from her crew while we were on shift. She'd quickly recognised that Charlotte was as assertive and sober as her and adopted my wife as her deputy over the regular festival crew of itinerant crusties and flaky daytrippers (myself included) who were only there for the booze and drugs. As a result my wife had to tell me what to do and tell me off for sloping off for a smoke and a drink with the lads. Despite (or because of that) I was very proud of her.

Anyway. When the events I need to recount happened the actual festival was over. Most of the punters had left the site. The portable toilets, wire fencing, generators and hired sound equipment had been trucked off. We were beginning to take the stages and bars down, collect litter and broken tents into piles,

The take down would go on for days. This first night was our chance to relax, party, resolve quarrels that had erupted over the weekend, finish off the beer and cider that couldn't be returned. It was the best night of the festival.

Crew members would often couple up with each other; a festival hand, cook, cabaret performer or sound engineer, who they'd been flirting with all weekend, they would cuddle by the firepit, drop a little pill and slope off to a van or tent to consummate their mutual desire. Nobody minded the sound of hippies fucking: caravans rocking and the cries, grunts and gasps of orgasm ringing out across the festival site.

I sat around a firepit with Gabby, Charlotte and half a dozen women, who had been working together on the main stage.

Now her job was done Gabby allowed herself to have a drink, smoke some weed and relax.

"I usually get off as soon as I've done my job and got paid" She announced.

"But I've really enjoyed working with you lot. It'll be nice to stay tonight, chill out and chat."

She and Charlotte clinked and drained their tankards.

"We need more drink. I bet there's a box of that good cider behind the bar. I think we deserve that." Laughed Gabby.

Charlotte nodded.

"I know there is. Dave hid it behind the bins. Didn't you Dave? I saw you stashing it for you and your crusty mates to have later."

Gabby frowned at me:

"Ooh you little robber. Go and get it now or I'll tell Rhi. She won't be happy you nicking her stock. Go on. Off you pop!"

She clapped her hands and I ran off to fetch the cider.

Back at the firepit Gabby told me to fill their mugs. As I served them she nudged my wife:

"He's a good little wench isn't he, your husband"

Charlotte nodded and gave me a look:

"You're right. He is a good little wench."

We sat and drank round the fire as the sun went down.

Charlotte and Gabby were giggly.

More women joined us. Some were very relaxed. It was them pills, they confessed very mellow and gentle.

Gabby reached into her pocket.

"I just remembered someone gave me a pill for tonight. I only want half. Charlotte, will you have the other half, with me? It'll be nice."

Charlotte rarely takes any drugs. She paused before nodding.

"Yeah. Why not. Fuck it. That'll be nice. Thank you."

Gabby split the pill and told Charlotte to open her mouth. She placed the half pill carefully between her lips and stroked her face before taking the other half herself.

Before long they were both grinning and holding hands.

Charlotte let out a loud sigh:

"Oh wow. I'm not used to this. I feel very funny."

Gabby soothed her and soon Charlotte was beaming.

"I feel tingly, inside. Nice."

The quiet was broken by the sound of a woman moaning very loudly in orgasm from a tent across the field. It went on for ages. We listened until she became more quiet.

Gabby spoke first.

"Wow. I feel so horny. I always do when I drop a pill. But the sound that girl was making getting fucked was so hot. Honestly I swear I could actually feel it in my cunt."

We all nodded and laughed.

Charlotte gave Gabby a hug.

"My fanny felt it too. But also I couldn't help thinking what a lucky bitch she is."

Gabby agreed.

"Yeah. I could really do with a man to take back to my bed tonight. But I don't think it's going to happen. At least you've got your Dave to give you a good seeing to."

Charlotte shot me a look and muttered.

"Yeah. Lucky me."

One of the other women, spoke up.

"Oi Gabs, what about that sound engineer, Kev. He's been after you all weekend. He's still on site."

Gabby rolled her eyes.

"No thank you. Yeah, he's cute but I had a chance to check out the goods yesterday and lets just say he hasn't got what I need."

She made a pinky sign and shook her head.

The other women laughed.

"Poor man."

"So how little are we talking?"

Gabby looked at her hands thoughtfully.

"I'd say 5 inches, maybe a bit more. I don't open my legs for anything under 6 inches, at the very least."

Charlotte gave me a smile.

She laughed and looked down as she spoke:

"But surely it's not all about how big his willy is Gabby. It's what he does with it."

Gabby laughed:

"Oh come on Charlotte. We all know that's total bullshit. It doesn't matter what he does with it if it's so small you can't feel it inside you. Yeah, a good lover with an 8 inch dick is better than a lousy one with 10 inches but small dicks are never good. You can barely feel anything, they keep slipping out and they always cum really quickly. It's just a waste of time."

Charlotte giggled and nodded.

"That's harsh. But true, I guess. I think you're being a bit mean though. It's not a man's fault if he's little. He can't help the size of his dick."

Gabby frowned at Charlotte.

"It might not be his fault but it certainly isn't mine either. Why should a woman always have to suffer because of a man's problem? No. His dick, his problem. Don't make it mine. A good size cock is my right. Every woman's right. End of."

There was a cheer from all the women.

Charlotte looked at me with a frown.

"Okay Gabby but what if you're married to a man with a small one. What are you supposed to do then?"

Gabby laughed:

"Okay, let's say, for the sake of argument, I found myself married to a man who's dick was too small to satisfy me sexually. What would I do? Fuck other men. Men with big cocks. If my husband can't do his job then I would have the right to fuck outside the marriage. If my little dick man didn't like it then he can go back to his mummy. A woman has rights. And that includes the right to a proper shag."

Charlotte was quiet.

I was aware that the other women were looking at me and stifling laughter.

Gabby and Charlotte noticed too.

Charlotte frowned at me. I avoided her gaze.

"What's going on?" asked Gabby.

Stacey was sitting next to me. She nudged me.

"I'm sorry Dave but it's too funny, listening to Gabby talk about little dicks in front of you like that. Since we've all seen your tiddler. Apart from Gabby. It's not like it's Britain's best kept secret. You made sure everyone had a good look at your little thing at the last festi. It's famous."

I nodded as everyone but Charlotte laughed.

Charlotte didn't know about any of this. She sat upright and her cheeks flushed with anger:

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck they're talking about Dave?"

Stacey replied:

"Oh sorry Charly. Didn't he tell you? Well this is embarrassing!"

Bit by bit the women told Charlotte how they'd all seen my dick.

*************

At the previous festival I'd been especially wayward, I didn't sleep or eat, I drank scrumpy all day and night and I took lots of speed.

On the last night, when the festival was still on but the bands were all finished I also took some LSD and ketamine, which I wasn't used to.

Eva, who managed the stewards saw me stumbling about looking lost and confused. She and three other crew got me into Eva's converted horse box and into a bed.

I don't remember anything until I woke up the next day, naked, strapped to the seat of my car with ropes and belts.

I managed to free myself and I fell out of the car. I was naked. The site was busy with families packing up and leaving. The sun was hot. I took a towel from the boot to cover my bits and scurried to my tent. I hid there for an hour until Eva and another woman poked their heads inside and asked if I remembered what I'd done.

They told me how I'd taken my clothes off, got out of Eva's vehicle and gone all round the festival, to every firepit, every caravan, every awning, every yurt and chill out bender. Totally naked. I continued like this all night and in the morning, when families took their kids to the washrooms and cafes. Eventually Eva and three other women restrained me, manhandled me into my car, tied me up and left me. I'd cried for a while then fallen asleep. I had a public dressing down by Rhi, then a day of teasing and mickey taking but by the time I left it seemed to have been forgotten. Or so I'd thought.

The way the women told Charlotte of my nude misadventure was not without a great deal of humour. She ended up laughing with them.

"So we've all seen his willy Char. That's why we couldn't help laughing when Gabs was going on about little dicks being useless."

Charlotte looked at Gabby.

"He is very small Gabby. You'd be shocked."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"I'm surprised he was allowed back after that." Gabby said.

"Yeah, well we just had to laugh. I think we felt sorry for him having such a little willy and everyone seeing it. It's not like he's going to do anything with it." Laughed Stacey.

Charlotte frowned at me.

"Dave, I'm so angry with you. You're an embarrassment. And I can't believe all the time we've been here everyone else knows that I'm the poor cow who's married to the famous dirty flasher with the smallest dick anyone's ever seen. It's horrible. I feel like leaving now."

Gabby and the others gave her a hug and told her nobody thought the worse of her for being married to an idiot with a little penis.

Gabby got some more pills from somewhere and asked Charlotte if I was allowed one as well.

She laughed and nodded at me.

"Okay. Just promise to keep your clothes on."

I kept quiet listening to them talk about women's rights and sex.

As the pill kicked in Gabby and Charlotte said how horny they felt. I felt the same. The effect of the pill and being surrounded by beautiful strong hippy women was magical and arousing. I thought about how they'd all seen me naked and had made fun of me.

Charlotte was telling some other women about Gabby's belief; asked them if they agreed that a woman had the right to cheat if her man was unable to satisfy her in bed. They laughed and told her it was up to her.

The thought of my wife with another man seemed like the most beautiful thing in the world.

In front of everyone I told Charlotte that I loved her, told her how beautiful she is and that I was sorry my penis was too small. I said that she deserved to be properly made love to by a man with a much bigger cock.

Charlotte came over and kissed me as the other women clapped and said I was really sweet.

Gabby patted Charlotte on the knee:

"There you are then Char. This is the perfect moment to get that proper fuck you've been craving. You're horny, relaxed and we're in a field full of randy festival boys. Come. Let's go for a wander. You too Dave."

The three of us headed across the field to a firepit between a collection of vans and tents. Four men were laid on carpets, rugs and blankets, chatting quietly.

Gabby asked if we could join them and we sat between them around the fire.

Charlotte looked at Gabby who set her down next to a tall muscly guy with long red dreadlocks.

"You sit here with Nick. He's just right for you my dear."

The guys had taken some pills and were very tactile. Nick asked Charlotte if she needed a hug and she nestled into him, his arms around her.

I lay back and looked at the stars for some time.

When I sat up I saw that Charlotte and Nick were kissing.

Charlotte saw me looking and smiled.

"Do these pills make men horny too?"

Nick nodded.

"God yeah."

They whispered then stood up and Nick led Charlotte to one of the vans. The shut the sliding door but I could hear muffled voices, then the van shake. I sat by the fire, feeling warm and turned on listening to Nick fucking my wife. I heard her make a sound I had never heard before; her voice loud and wild as she experienced an orgasm.

The others drifted off leaving just me and another guy. I told him that it was my wife who Nick was fucking.

He nodded.

"Yeah, I know she's your missus."

I was so excited I needed to tell him.

"She has to fuck other men because I can't fuck her properly because my dick's too small. It's like the size of my thumb."

He smiled at me.

"Yeah I know it's really small man. I've seen it. At the last festival. Everyone's seen it."

He gave me a blanket and wandered off.

I lay awake listening to Charlotte and Nick talking and making love until I fell asleep.

I didn't wake up until mid morning. The sun was shining and there were people around me making coffee and breakfast. Someone passed me a coffee and I sat chatting.

After a while Charlotte emerged from Nick's van and everyone cheered and clapped.

"Sounded like someone was having fun last night." said one of the women.

"Yeah, lucky cow!" joked another.

Charlotte was smiling, sheepish but looking very satisfied. She was bleary eyed, her hair was tangled, she was wearing a man's shirt and carrying her dress all messed up and crumpled.

She came and kissed me.

"Have you been here all night?"

I nodded.

She laughed.

"That's so sweet. I need to sleep, come on, take me to our tent."

Inside the tent we undressed, lay side by side on our airbed and cuddled. Her skin was warm, damp and sticky against mine. She pulled a face:

"I know, yuck. But I'm too tired to wash. Sorry."

I told her I really didn't mind.

"I like it." I admitted.

Charlotte gave me a sweet smile:

"That's okay then. I'm glad you like it. And I'm glad you like having a dirty sex mad slut for a wife. It means I won't have to get so angry at you and your little dick all the time. I do love you, you know that don't you? I even love your tiny little willy, as long as I get to fuck nice big ones. I feel so wonderful after last night. I came so much. I'd forgotten what it's like to actually feel a man inside me. I need that."

We kissed and I pressed my small erection against her bottom.