I watched through their bedroom window. They didn't know I was there. Of course,
he couldn't know that I was there because he was blindfolded and tied, very
painfully, to the corners of the bed on his back. She stood over him wearing a
Sex Goddess outfit: Garters, stockings, half-cup bra, g-string panties and 3-inch
heels, all black. I hadn't expected to find such a scene right here in suburbia
as I hunted for homes to burglarize.

I watched through their bedroom window. My cock began to swell as I observed this
magnificent woman play with her toy. And that's all he was in her hands. She was
playing him like a finely tuned orchestra. He was thrashing in his bonds,
squirming and trying to escape her torture, while, at the same time, trying to
entice her to give him the sweet release of orgasm.

I watched through their bedroom window. This awesome, powerful woman acted
disinterested as her man's cock twitched and jerked, looking for something to rub
up against. She saw his need and quenched it by delivering a viscious slap to his
exposed testicles. Tears sprang, unbidden, to his eyes as waves of unimaginable
pain coursed through his balls. She sneered at his weakness and slapped him
again, this time even harder. Finally, the pain caused his tiny erection to
subside.

I watched through the comfortable home's back door. Nothing. I listened intently.
Nothing. I jimmied the lock. Simple. I entered the home.

I watched through the open bedroom door. She circled him, taunting him. "You
fuckin' wimp! Look at that little pecker. It's not even big enough to call a
cock. Do you think that little piece of meat can satisfy a woman like me? I need
a real man's prick pounding away at my cunt! The most you're good for is helping
me dress for my dates and licking my cunt clean after another man has spermed
me." "Yes, ma'am," the wimp said. I could hear them clearly now. "Have you
satisfied me lately?" "No, Ma'am." "Here's your reward for being so honest," she
purred. From the nightstand, she retrieved a dozen or so clothespins. One by one,
she attached them to his ball sack. His pecker got even smaller as this new pain
dominated his groin.

I watched through the open bedroom door. She reached for a jar of lubricant and
smeared some on his tiny penis. With practiced hands, she deftly began massaging
some life into his limp organ. Soon, it responded to her expert work. When it
reached its full proportion of four little inches, she stood back. "Look at that
pathetic toothpick. You could fuck a thirteen-year-old and she'd still be a
virgin when you were done!" She lifted the clothespins, exposing his balls, then
tied a rope around the base of his puny manhood, encircling the underside of his
balls in the process. She tossed the rope over the post at the foot of the bed
and pulled it tightly, lifting him from the bed by his groin. His bound arms and
legs held him tightly down, but he thrust his hips up in a futile effort to
relieve the pressure on his nuts. I watched through the open bedroom door. The
beautiful woman again massaged his little penis. As soon as it reached its full,
but insignificant, erection, she used a small leather whip to beat his captive
balls. Once again the tiny penis lost its hardness as pain replaced the warm
feelings of a moment earlier. All of the clothespins went flying, snapping off
painfully in all directions. "You can't even maintain an erection, you worthless
boy. I give you an erection and you can't even keep it hard? How dare you?" She
stepped back and began to whip his pecker with the full strength of her arm. He
cried out over and over, but didn't dare move for fear of ripping his dick and
nuts out by their roots.

I watched through the open bedroom door. She was obviously disgusted with this
wimp of a man. She had an incredible body that this little boy couldn't satisfy.
She whipped his limp manhood until it was purple and about the size of my thumb.
Still he whimpered.

I watched through the open bedroom door. The beautiful lady of the house began to
masturbate through her panties. With one hand, she pleasured her pussy, with the
other, she continued to beat his trivial penis. "God, I need a man," she moaned.
"Yes, Ma'am," he responded. "I'm going to go out and find one tonight to fuck my
wet cunt." "Yes, Ma'am," he responded again. "I'm going to make you lick his cum
out of my pussy and asshole." "Please, Ma'am." "  'Please, Ma'am', what?" she
taunted. "Please, Ma'am, don't let anyone cum in you." "Fuck you. Your little
dick doesn't even reach deep enough to cum in me. I always end up wiping your
disgusting cock-snot off my pubic hair." "I'm sorry, Ma'am." "I'm going to make
you lick his cum out of my pussy and asshole." "Yes, Ma'am," he responded again.

I watched through the open bedroom door.  She was working her clit desperately.
Over and over, the whip fell on his exposed package as she furiously masturbated,
searching for that elusive orgasm. She backed away from the bed, moving right in
my direction. She was pulling at her mouth-watering nipples, rubbing her cunt
while looking at her tortured man. His genitals were now fully purple as the
pressure from the ropes continued to work its evil magic. "God, I wish I could
cum. You've ruined me, you know. I should be able to cum ten times a night. You
just never had the talent to satisfy me. Or anyone else, for that matter." "I'm
sorry, Ma'am," he weakly admitted. "When I'm through with you tonight, you're
going to regret being born a man with a little boy's penis." "Yes, Ma'am."

I watched through the open bedroom door. She came close. I could smell her
arousal, her damp female perfume clouding the air around me. I had to use her. I
had to have her. She stood less than a foot away from me, sadly looking at the
wimp tied to her marital bad. She stepped towards him, kneeling on the foot of
the bed and began to whip his balls again. Her ass was in the air, inviting me to
use her juicy, wet cunt. SLAP SLAP, her hand rhythmically tortured his limp rod.
I stepped through the doorway after stripping in the hall. I stood behind her, my
hard cock inches from her steamy love canal. Intent on her torture of the
helpless weakling, she didn't notice me behind her. I watched intently until I
saw the hand that was in her pussy retreat. Here was my opening. Without a pause,
I stuffed all nine inches of my erection into the pretty goddess.