Mistress Dark Pen with the Twins

Twins: Double Trouble

Mistress Dark Pen © 2020

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

She is in her purple room all of the walls have a rich dark purple paint with silky medium purple curtains. She had sensual pictures of thighs, hips, a thong covered pussy, her own pussy in fact, but the picture had a purplish-blue tint on it. She wanted each room to have it’s own theme and feel to it. The purples and a few blue ascents gives it a calmer feel, as you could relax in the cuffs and straps.

She is wearing a dark purple baby-doll lingerie, covering most of her large D breast with purple lacy edge. The wrong pull or twist and her breasts will pop out of it. She just shaved her legs clean, her curvy skin was soft and so damn smooth. She doesn’t wear the panties as she is so wet that it is just pointless. She had gothic dark make-up black and purples around her lips and eyes.

Her beautiful brother-sister twins show up. He smiles looking at his Mistress as his twin blushes a bit on the shier side. Mistress looks over them, inspecting them, hoping that they are ready for whatever she had in stored for them.
 They both have dirty blonde hair and eyes as if gray clouds are fighting with the blue skies. He is just a bit taller, maybe by an inch or so, but both have ivory skin, bright pink lips. He is wearing cargo pants and a fun anime shirt, but the set of blue-purple plaid hip hugger panties that Mistress Dark Pen sent him. She is wearing a cute light blue and pastel purple spring dress just below her knees. She had white knee highs and purple shoes. She had high cut purple panties with white polka-dots.

She smiles with a million things she wants to do with them and to them. Her mind just does not stop as she looks them up down.

“I love my cats, so” She kisses him first and said . . . “You are my naughty Lion, and the king of the jungle.” He moans and slightly blushes. She kisses him hard again, as his sister pouts a bit sticking out her lower lip. She pulls back and puts her hand between the young lady’s breasts. . . “My Jaguar, you will get your frisky turn.”

She kisses her Lion harder tasting his tongue as he tasted like chocolate candy. She moans enjoying the kiss a bit longer knowing that his beautiful impatient sister is watching.

“Strip all but the panties you have on.” She growls in her demand. He does as he was told. She looks down his creamy body, kisses his lips, down his neck as he moans. Jaguar whimpers as she watches her brother get sensually touched. She groans as her knees buckle slightly rubbing her thighs together.
 She drags her hands down his chest and kiss the small patches of hair, and then she pushes him into a square leather purple chair. He groans loudly slightly bouncing. She straps his wrists into the wooden arms of the chair. She kisses hard once more biting his bottom lip as she pulls back. He groans at the slightly pinching painful sensation.

“I will play with you, eventually. However it’s Jaguar’s turn. She has been so patient.” She looks directly into his eyes as she wants to devour him right there and then. Her face moves slowly as the corners of her mouth making a deviant smile.

Mistress Dark Pen approaches her and kisses her neck bypassing her eager lips. She gasps and moans loudly into a shriek as Mistress kisses, sucks hard, and then sinks her teeth into the creamy flesh on her toy’s neck.

She pulls Jaguar close pulling the dress off of her as she had a white wired lacy bra over B sized perky breasts. She kisses her on the lips as there is a red-purple spot where she had just bit. Still kissing as both women are moaning, Mistress, unclips the bra and takes it off. She holds her Jaguar close and leads her backwards onto the bed pushing her into the mattress.

Jaguar’s body’s bounced as her breasts bounce back and forth a few more time trying to fight gravity.  The cooler air made her nipples erect. Lion moans at the sight as he watches intently. He doesn’t fight the straps, but his cock starts to create a tent against the elastic soft material of the panties. His cock twitches whenever Jaguar shrieks or moans loudly. Mistress knows he likes to watch, but he is not allowed to touch. She enjoys the pure erotic torture of it all.

She kisses down her toy’s chest as she sucks pulling her flesh toward her lips making a loud sucking sound. The sound echoes throughout the room making even her wetter. She pushes her soaked pelvis onto Jaguar’s panty-cover pussy as both females groan loudly. They could him groan in his swallow; his cock was twitching slightly as he saw an amazing view of Mistress’s ass. Her cheeks jiggle just a bit, as she grinds into Jaguar harder with her weight as Jaguar screams out:
“Oh, oh, oh. . .  Mistress!”

The two pelvis grinding, pussy lips colliding, wet sounds echoing, both ladies cooing. The sensual tension is so thick in the room. . . she knows everyone wants to and needs to release and soon. Mistress knows that she needed to prolong the need as long as possible and really make them not beg verbally but also physically make the body buzz and make them completely sexual addicts and they know that Mistress is the best dealer in town.

She holds back a bit as she wants to explore and release as much as her twins do. She pulls Jaguar to the top of the bed. She straps her wrist to the posts of the bed leaving her legs free. She slides her fingers between her pussy lips just below her trimmed hair. She groans loudly as her body quivers pulling against the straps. She strokes two fingers in and out making extreme wet sounds.

The mixture of action and sounds makes Lion groans trying to be still only to have his cock push hard against his panties creating a wet spot of precum. Mistress Dark Pen doesn’t pay attention to him as he will have his own time. She focuses on the beautiful bound moaning diva in front of her. She pulls her fingers out and sucks on them. She moans herself at the sweet addicting juices from her fingers. She suddenly could not help it, but dives head first: she sucks and flicks her tongue between the soaked pussy lips. She laps the nectar like a cat lapping up milk. She nuzzles her cheek digging her nose and tongue deeper. She could not get enough of the sweetness as Jaguar arches into Mistress’s lips and shrieks . . . “Oh Fuck, mistress, fuck! OH. . . Oh. . . damn OHHHH!” Within seconds she loses air in her throat and desperately grasp as her body stiffens and within seconds she gushes hard all over Mistress face. Mistress licks as much as she could without it all dripping onto the silky sheet.

Mistress pulls her head up, eyes trying to come back to the light. She sees the lion staring at her and his twin with an anticipating desire on his face as if to say: Please take me next, but harder, way more cruel.

She smiles back at his smile. She gives herself a few moments to simply readjust. She sighs.

“Jaguar,” She smacks her thighs harshly.

“You did cum without my permission. . . I am not going to directly punish you for that, but we are going play an . . . intense. . . game” She emphasizes the last few words and then laughs in a mixture of a fun and evil tone. She could hear Jaguar swallow hard and the lion had a sudden look of worry on his face. She gets up as she goes through some drawers. She knows where everything is but takes her time to make them both wait and think about what is yet to come. It is all a part of her twisted head game. 

She puts several different things on the bed. . . vibrating anal beads, lube, and a few other things,

She walks over to the Lion. She kisses him as Jaguar turns her head to watch what the Mistress is doing to her dear attractive brother. She even had secret hope that the Mistress will make them play with each other for her own naughty incest show. The Lion groans loudly in the kiss as Mistress squeezes his throbbing rock hard cock and heavy balls over his damp panties.  She can feel the buildup in her hand as she kisses down his neck and down his chest. She licks nipples just before she completely lets go leaving him hanging.

She crawls onto the bed making light growling noises. She pulls Jaguar’s legs apart and kisses up each thigh. Jaguar groans as shivers at the Mistress’s touch. Mistress rubs her soaked and wet pussy opening, over and over making very wet sounds. She lowers her fingers as she slides her wet fingers between Jaguar’s spread ass cheeks and just over her opening. She repeats rimming the edge of the ass opening with the wet fingertips going around. Jaguar’s shrieks at first as she quakes, but her body relaxes. She moans and groans at the finger-anal massage. Mistress smiles when she hears both Jaguar and Lion groan together it’s like a sexual harmonizing symphony.

Mistress grabs the lube covers two fingers in the lube and without warning she pushes the fingers deep in her fuck toy. Jaguar screams as her very tight ass is pulled in different directions.

“Oh, Fuck! Mistress. . . FUUUCCCKKK!” Jaguar hit high pitched screams. She pushes in deep, as her ass hole is so damn tight. She uses the lubes against her fingers and slides in and just barely out and pushes in deeper.

“Oh, oh, Fuck,” Her body trembles intensely under the Mistress. With the free hand, Mistress slides fingers into her pussy, she slides her fingers in and out of her pussy and her ass. . .  Jaguar’s body hit’s waves of pleasure as she gasps into shrieks. . . . “Fuck. . . OHHHHH, Fuck.” Mistress doesn’t look over but she can tell Lion is fighting his own urges as she can hear the straps again the chair. She giggles in an evil tone. . .

She pulls both sets of fingers out. She knows that Jaguar is still very tense and her body is still buzzing. She lubes up the anal beads. . .

“Now the game is you have to beg to cum, and you can NOT cum until I say it’s okay. . .” Mistress explains. She could hear Lion swallow in his groan struggling in his seat as he sees the anal beads and how they are at least eight inches long and the beads get bigger and bigger as they go down.

“What if. . .” Mistress interrupts Jaguar before could finish. . .

“If you cum without me allowing you to, I will punish you.” She smiles defiantly. She lubes her opening just a little and pushes the first bead in as she groans very loudly.

“Punishments? You are probably thinking?” She pushes another bead having it slide effortlessly in with the help of the lube.

“I might spank you.” She laughs. She pushes the beads in harder and deeper as Jaguar shrieks as her body trembles. . .

“I might tie you down with a vibrator on high as you watch me fuck your alluring brother while he calls me whatever I want him to.” She pushes in the fourth bead out of six.

“Oh I forgot. . . these beads vibrate.” She laughs looking at the controls instantly putting the control at three out of seven. The vibrating beads is pulsating throughout of Jaguar’s body’s she screams. . .

“OHHHHHHHHH Mistresssssssss. . . . . . Fuck, AHHHHHHH!” Her high pitched voice gets a bit hoarse and her throat hurts instantly, but her ass is vibrating so intensely that her pussy is dripping into the beaded anal toy.

Mistress looks from the side to see Lion struggling to reach for his cock fighting against the straps. She knows that he needs to cum and to explode hard. She giggles in an evil tone as she focuses on the desirable yet wrestling beauty in front of her. She slides the vibrating beads out a few at time only to thrust them both back into her making her body convulse against the pulsating toy.

“If you need to cum, you need to beg.” Mistress explain with a sigh.

“Oh. . . pleasessssseee. . .” She pants and gasps. Her breathing is all over, her heart feels like it’s beating out of her chest, and she cannot think straight. “Mistress, please, may I cummmmm” She gasps.

“Come on, you can do better than.” Mistress laughs. She watches her toy take a deep breath with a heavy chest. . .

“Mistress. . . oh beautiful Mistress, please let my sister cum, please.” She turns her head to hear the words coming from Lion as he groans in agony: he hates seeing his sister sexually suffering.  

“She needs to beg, not the bold Lion, but the frisky Jaguar.” She growls.

“Now, beg for your gorgeous powerful Mistress.” She directs it at Jaguar. . . Her body quakes harder as there is mostly pleasure, but a slightly pain as her body tweaks pulling her body against the straps. Jaguar has two huge dragon tears coming from her eyes.

“Please, my lovely mistress.” She is quiet, but very intense. She is panting hard. She tries her best to take a deep breath, but only half the air gets in as she can feel her heartbeat in her throat.

“Mistress, please . . . please may your jaguar, you sexy toy cum, please.” Mistress looks at her twitching sexy treasure and sighs. She cranks up the vibration to six out of seven. . .

“Cum, my fun toy, cum my Jaguar, Cum hard.” She growls in her direction. Within second, Jaguar cries out loudly, but no words are formed as she twitches into harsh quake. She gushes as she can barely catch her breath. Mistress kisses her as she gasps in the kiss.

Mistress turns off the beads. She gets up and grabs a purple butt plug with a fake what looks like a diamond at the end. She lubes the butt plug and then slides the beads out of her ass only to have butt plug in her with no rest in between. She groans as the feeling.

She then looks through a few drawers to find a medium strap-on. She slides it on Jaguar and tightens around her. She puts a vibrating dildo on the strap-on locking it. She had a cordless controller as she turns it on. Jaguar moans loudly as the vibrations against her dripping wet pussy. She smiles and turns it off.

Mistress can hear Lion sighs in the background.  

She unstraps Jaguar and lets her sit on the edge of the bed. She kisses Jaguar lightly. “You have been a good girl.”

“Dear, Dear Jaguar, you are helping me with your brother.” Mistress smiles as she rolls over the edge bed. She kiss Lion light at first but it gets deeper as she unlatches the straps.

“I like to believe that you two are very close. I think you need to get on the bed and show me just how close you are.” Mistress is almost impressed with her own thought. Lion rolls onto the bed as his cock is still hard, throbbing almost painfully.

“Lay on your back,” she directs Lion as Jaguar strokes her rubber vibrating cock. She enjoys the feeling of it in her hands. Mistress smiles as she watches the Jaguar play with the rubber cock . . . it is so new to her.

Mistress focuses again and looks at Lion as she straps his wrists to the top posts of the bed. She then kisses him deeply as she straddles over his upper half, pinches his rib cage light with her thighs. She leans down and kisses him again. She could make him wait while she finger her soaked pussy over him while his cock throbs even longer. She looks down at his slightly glazed face, she gives him half of a smile.

She moves down as she barely touches his very sensitive panty-cover cock as he groans loud and twitches. She slides off his panties and throws them onto Jaguar’s head as she giggles. Mistress takes just two fingers and slides down his throbbing and yet complete erected cock. She slides just the tips down his cock over his sac just between his very heavy balls. He moans loudly as it echoes in the room.

She slides those two finger between his ass cheeks as adds a bit of lube as slide them in and out a few time. . .

“Mistress. . . Oh Mistress. . . Fuck” He groans really loud as his cock twitches hard. She smiles and does this a few more times, in his tight, hot ass opening. . . in and out, sliding just right as she can feel his body tense around him. She knows that his cock is so close to explode. . .

“Jaguar, come here. . .” Jaguar removes her brother’s panties from her head as rushes over.

“Tell me, has he plowed you hard?” Mistress asks as Jaguar cheeks become bright red.

“Let just say, it’s your turn, my sweet Jaguar. You get to plow your naughty twin.” Mistress whispers to Jaguar, but loud enough for both of them to hear it. Both of the twins smile and blush, making Mistress happy and smile too.

Mistress stays focused as she starts to lube up Jaguar’s rubber cock. She then has Jaguar kneel between the Lion’s legs as she slowly pushes the tip of the strap-on into his very tight ass. His body is tense at first, as he screams. . . “Fuck, oh fuck!”

“Relax, my strong lion, relax.”  Mistress insists as she kisses lips lightly. She works her lips down his neck. . . He moans. Jaguar slowly pushes in a bit more as she rubs his thighs. She pulls back and pushes in. Inch by inch, she does this . . . thrusting her pelvis pushing it in. Mistress turns on the vibrations on low as both twins moan together. Mistress loves when they do that . . . it’s like sexual music.

Jaguar finally gets into a rhythm as soon as Lion relaxes a bit as simply enjoys the vibrating pulse that thrust in and out of his tight hole. They radiate in his heavy balls. Mistress call see by his glazed over eyes that he doesn’t just want to cum, but he need to release the hot load deep inside of him. She watches how one of the twins it working on the other. She turns the vibrations up to medium as she Jaguar squeals as the vibrations make her pussy quake down her thighs and all through her pelvis. She thrusts in and out harder as she makes her brother groan. She pushes in deeply as he groans loudly as the vibration is so intense from back to front.

Mistress grabs the queen chair, it’s black and purple leather cover, with a stain free covering. She puts it over Lion’s head.

“Rattle the straps, two times if you need air, Okay?” She looks at Lion who has no thought but when can he explode.

“You get me off, and I will let you both cum, got it?” They both nod as they are both totally into the moments of sexual pleasure. Mistress sits on the open bottom chair as she dripping wet trimming pussy is put in front of the Lion’s face.  He takes no time or wait for some verbal que . . . He starts to lick between her fluffy sensitive pussy lips like a melt ice cream cone. He is lapping up her sweet nectar as he moans adding vibrations to her sensitive spots.

Jaguar thrusts her cock in and out, faster and harder as she fight her own bodily quakes. Lion licks, sucks, and moans as Mistress thrusts humping the queening chair as she feels the trembles in her body working up from her thighs to her pelvis. She moans and pants as she enjoys his tongues hitting just the right spots near her clit and opening. He sucks her clits as she shrieks. . . “Oh, oh Lion Fuck. . . fuck.” She quakes above him as she reaches for the remote. She barely grabs it reaching when his tongue just the perfect pressure making her pelvis tremble and quake in different directions.

“Oh. . . . Oh. . . Fuuuucckkk!” She shrieks as her pelvis is slamming into the chair and his tongue taps her pussy. . . harder and faster. She hits the remote with all of the bit of her focus as she turns it to full. The vibrations in Lion’s ass and against Jaguar’s soaked pussy is so intense. They both scream almost in unison. His scream vibrates against his tongue as it twitches against her super sensitive clit. She quakes hard into stiff pose as she could barely breathe. . . she barely lets the words escape from her little whispered breath. . . “Cum . . . you can cum.” She gasps.

Within a few intensely vibrating thrust, Jaguar trembles hard thrusting in and out of her twin’s ass. . . as he screams out just a few seconds after she does. She gushes as he shoots a hot load on his belly.

Mistress leans over and licks one straight line as the Loin moans feeling Mistress’s tongue on his belly.  

“Jaguar, clean him up with your tongue.” Mistress orders as she gets enough energy to get off his head as he was able to breathe better. She removes the chair as she watches Jaguar who pulls the strap-on out of her brother. Then she licks the fast cooling slightly sweet- slightly salty mess all over his belly and chest.

A few several minutes, Mistress smiles.

“Now lets finish this lovely, kinky session with a kiss.” She directs them to kiss. Jaguar crawls up to Lion as he is cuffed to the bed. Her lips meet his lightly at first, but later add more pressure as both moan once tongue dance pass each other’s lips. He smirks as he tastes himself on her lips and tongue. Mistress smiles as she takes the cuffs off of Lion. Then she takes the butt plug out of Jaguar. She cleans up a bit.

“You are both very sexy, beautiful and since it’s late, you can sleep with me.” Mistress crawls in between the two as she kisses Jaguar and then Lion moaning in each kiss. She pulls a silky sheet and fuzzy warm blanket both black and purple. She covers all of them and cuddles close.

“Good night my wonder Jaguar and sweet Lion.” They echo the words Good Night. . . she swears that they said the word “Mommy.” She smiles at the thought and closes her eyes in their arms.

Super Good Boy meets Mistress Dark Pen

Note: I was challenged to write about erotic super hero. I mean come on, who hasn’t thought about the following in naughty ways: Batman, Ironman, Superman, the Cat-woman, Wonderman and the list goes on and on. 

So what if the hero was erotic . . . what if his purpose was to bring the world pleasure?    

I wrote this for a submissive and a friend of mine. . . I was allowed to post of his story. 

I do write stories for fees. 

Super Good Boy Meets Mistress Dark Pen

Mistress Dark Pen © 2020

Intro: The Research

You stood in your room was you just helped out several people with your super good boy powers. . . You protected a striper from getting mugged at her car as you hit one of the men so hard that they went flying. The other man. . . . you used your super strength and threw him into the dumpster. . .  You made the basket by throwing the street trash out. 

You fought a man who tried to rob the sex toy store. . . you wrestled the gun out of his hands. 

You even managed to help an older lady cross the street. 

You wear you tight red outfit proudly with your brown hair slicked back. You, super good boy always seem to do all of your chores and saving the sexual people with a smile on your face.
You worked out weekly and it showed well through your tight red outfit as it had the title Super Good Boy on it in big black letters against the red.
You have indicator that tell you when you need to release. . . it’s in your red tights. . . Your friendly member would get hard and create a tent . . . if over stimulated. It means that you would have to rub it out and simply relax. Once released, you would be ready for battle again. 

You have a mood changing cape. . .  (Those are a secret.) 

You have done your research at Mistress Dark Pen’s lair. There are four floors. . . First one furies. Second: Sissies, and the third one: The crazed fans. Each had their strengths and their weaknesses. (Note: I plan to post stories on each in the future.)
The pent house was the play pen, office, and living area of Mistress Dark Pen. She had play rooms that made Christian Grey drool. 

Super Good Boy made it through the first three floor only to get caught under a net in Mistress’s pent house. Mistress has a sissy maid named Delilah, she is the closest servant to the Mistress. She has helped Mistress strip and ties Super Good Boy to the St. Andrew’s cross in her darkness play room. (Now the readers all caught up. I posting my favorite part.) 

The Good Part. . . 

The dark play room is dark purple walls cover with black silky curtains with silver edges. There is a bed with black fuzzy cuffs at each corner. There is a St. Andrew cross with black leather straps. The color theme is black, purple, and silver.  There is a wooden horse with black leather straps. 

“You know you can un-collar me, and I will get us both out of here.” You look at Delilah. She smiles and blushes.

“You know and I will have fun.” You almost start to beg. 

“You know I’m not really a Delilah, right?” He speaks in a lower range.

“You and I still can have fun.” You try to talk out of the situation. . . 

“Really how so?” She notices that you are had hard and in fact, you look a bit shrunken. He attaches your wrists to the wood cross and straps your wrist tight. Once both your wrists are attached, you look at him. . . 

“Kiss me. I. . . I. . prove it to you.” Delilah looks around to see if the Mistress is there yet. She really wants to play the local legend of the erotic super hero. She have a fantasy of you and her playing in a bounce house as she rides you like a bull. . . hard and wild. She wants you to fuck her so hard. 

She takes a deep breath and has her pink lips meet yours. It light at first, you moan at how firm and yet moist her lips are against yours. . . within the moment the kiss becomes more passionate. . . You try to reach to touch her, but the leather straps pull against your wrist and the wooden boards. The rattle startles you both as you come back into reality. She pulls away to see that your cock had harden. She kneels down to and straps yours ankles as her eyes catches your cock. She nuzzles it with her cheeks to switch sides.  

“Suck it.” Mistress Dark Pen growls. . . 

“Get it in deep or I will force it.” She demands in the doorway. She has thigh high black leather slight heel boots. She has a black leather outfit, short skirt looked as if someone sown straps together and it was sown into her leather corset, making her creamy extra-large breasts pop. She has dark shadowy look around her dark blue eyes, it make her look like the bottom of the ocean. . . she has a sea of naughty thoughts. Which would she do first? Was the question. Her lips thick, luscious, are black as well.  

Delilah is hesitate at first, but she takes a breath and soon has your entire semi-hard cock in her hot, wet mouth. She making pink imprint around your cock’s base. She wants to play with yours balls, to squeeze them. . . to lick them . . . to even smack them around, but she patiently for Mistress’s permission. She knows if she does anything out of order, and messes up Mistress teasing strategy that she will get punish hard herself. Last time, Mistress did not let her cum for three weeks but edged her three times each day. She had to work with a hard-on; it was very painful and she was so easily distracted. 

She sucks your cock as your feel her firm lips around your base as you feel the suction and get plump in her mouth. The blood starts to fill in the vessels as you groan enjoying the hot suction. She moans very lightly adding the vibration. 

Mistress pulls you leash still pulling the clamps on your super-sensitive nipples as she pulls Delilah’s head back and push it deep. She gags just slightly. 

“Relax my little slutty sissy toy.” She bobs each word in and out having you cock rub against her tongue. Delilah’s cock’s is hardening under her skirt. Mistress pulls Delilah’s hair as pulls her back having your cock fall out of her mouth. 

“Go put a cock ring on and finish your chores, including prepping this room.” She demands. Delilah rolls a purple ring on her small five inch cock. It leaves her cock hard as she cannot cum. It also reminds her who is in-charge. . . Mistress Dark Pen.  

“Can you believe she was originally seven inches?” Mistress laughed. 

“Give me another cock ring.” Delilah opens all of the drawers to should all of the toys in the color scheme of black, purple or silver. She gives Mistress a black cock ring. Mistress rolls it over your balls and cock keeping you hard and unable to cum correctly. You groan as she touches you. She can feel your cock twitch as she squeezes you balls having them collide together. You groan louder in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

In the drawers there are all kind of toys: anal beads, butt plugs, vibrators different shapes and sizes, ball weights, and different types of clips. Mistress has a hard time deciding what to use first. Another drawer had different kind of torturous lubes heating, cooling, tingly sensation etc., and things like icy hot. She grabs the lube that adds a tingly sensation and inflatable butt plug. She walks over and shifts your ass. She slides the lube all over the deflated plug and pushes in deep in you. You gasps and loudly moan. . . 

“I have just gotten started. . .” She has a devious laugh. She starts to pump air into the plug as it adds more and more pressure in your ass. You scream out as there is tingly pressure mixture with an achy pain. She has it completely inflated. It gives you a completely full feeling. The tingly plug pushing against your prostate. Your body had no idea how to take the sensations. . . are they awesome or complete torture? If you didn’t have a cock ring on, you would have easily came in pleasurable release, but it all held back. Your cock aches and twitches in the pressurize relation as it drips precum. 

She looks at to see your eyes glazed over and yet agony on your twisted face. She walks back to the drawer to see the clips and the different sizes ball weights. She clips the clamps to your balls and you yelp and slightly moan. She smiles as she enjoys the torture just a bit too much. She squeezes your balls with the on as she makes the balls smack together. The sensitive flesh pinches and aches as there is a sharp pain making you scream out once the balls hit each other. You swear you could have heard her giggle once you screamed. She pulls on the clamps as you groan to make sure they are on tight enough. You pull against your cuffs as it was sensitive. 

She adds the two pound weights to each ball as it pulls down the sensitive skin. . . You gasp and yelp in mix with a shriek. Your balls hang as they are pulled closer to the floor. She squeezes them with the weights as you groan hard. She lets them go as they sway as dangle as the weights make it painful. You grind your teeth and moan hard. Your ass is full, your cock is throbbing and purplish-red, and your ball are being pulled. 

“Oh. . . Fuck. Mistress. . .” You whisper as your head has no idea what to focus on. She unclips the leash from your nipple clamps as she grabs a tight chain and connects your nipple clamps to your ball clamps. It pulls you tight as your wrists cling against the cuffs. Your nipples pull as your ball weight everything down. You gasps. . . panting. She lets gravity work for a while. 

She lets you hang there, as she takes off her leather thong. She lets you smell that they are damp and sweet. The torture. . . the groans and moans make her so wet. . . She sits on the edge of the bed . . . “Delilah, lick me clean.” She shouts. Delilah rushes over kneels and begins to lick her trimmed pussy. She groans as she makes you watch. . . She watches you as you watch her until Delilah’s tongue hit just the right spot around her clit. She arches back as her breasts pops out of her corset bouncing. She groans as the slight discomfort on her breasts as she moans and shrieks loudly as her legs trembles from the pressurized motion of Delilah’s tongue. She pushes her tongue deeper into her pussy. She flicks the Mistress’s clit: harder and faster. 

“Oh, Good. Girl. Fuck Yes!” She get louder with each word as waves of pleasurable trembling moves over her body making her breasts vibrate. 

“Fuck, Fuck. FUCKKKK!” She screams loud as she gushes all over Delilah’s face. Mistress rubs her pussy in Delilah face. . . 

“You want this?” She asked you. You whimper as you bite your lip. She gasps as Delilah continues to lick harder breathing in and out of her nose.  She pushes her helper’s head in deeper. . . 

“Lap up my wetness bitch.” She growls, as she watches you. Your body trembles as your cock drips with anticipation. She pushes maid-dressed helper aside, as Delilah gasps for air. Still dripping wet and very aroused, she walks over to you. She drags her fingers down your vibrate body. . . . You shiver and that shifts the weight pulling at your balls and nipples. You groans loudly as she laughs. 

She turns around: her rounded ass faces you. She aligns herself and bends over and grinds her ass into your over sensitive cock. 

“Mistress Dark Pen. . . Oh fuck.” You gasps your entire body trembling as your balls and nipples are pulled down, your wrists and ankles shake against the straps. She had your oversensitive cock slide between her over rounded ass cheeks. She grinds against your cock. Your balls bounce against her dripping wet thighs. . . She reaches under as she rubs her very soaked clit. 

“Do. You. Want. This?” She growls in her question. 

“Yes, fuck, yessss.” You hiss and gasp. She smiles with your cock between her ass cheeks. 

“Beg for it, Super. Good. Boy.” She mocks your name. 

“Oh, please. I need to feel you. I need to be in you Mistress. Oh please, Please. PLEASE.” You gasps, whimper, and groan in your panting plead. You take a deep breath as your body buzzing. 

“Please let me play Mistress Dark Pen.” She moves up and down moving your cock between her ass cheeks. She bounces a bit as your painfully tortured cock rubs just so lightly against her dripping wet open. She pushes against your cock just barely has the tip of your cock in her tight opening. The pressure is crazy against your cock. Your weight balls rock. . . back and forth pulling your balls and nipples. You swallow hard. You could NOT think as there was no blood was left for your brain. . . Mistress knows it is all in your purplish cock and balls. 

She pushes your cock in deeper and pulls back and then pushes in again. You scream in a confusing pleasure. Your body is still shaking hard. Your vibrating body has the tip of your cock push against her inner g-spot. She pushes you cock in deeper as she rubs her clit as she trembles with you and soon your rhythms match. She moans and gasp. . . soon turns into pants and screams. . . as her body recharges. She is trembling hard with you as her pussy is milking your cock hard. 

“Fuck, oh. . . .oh . . . OHHHH!” She screams as she squirts her juices hard all over your heavy balls. She can feel your cock dribbling cum, but it does not explode which makes your partial orgasm not satisfying. She pulls your cock out of her as it is still hard and throbbing. You want and need more. She knows that all so well. She feels a bit merciful, but that can be the lightheadedness. 

She turns around soaked in her legs and shaky. She kneels in front of you and licks and sucks her juices off your tortured and sensitive cock. She gets majority of it in her mouth without gagging. Her suction creates a mixture of pain and pleasure that you can fathom. You scream because you are not sure what to register first. She sucks harder and faster, moaning at tasting herself. She grabs your ass cheeks as you begin to feel full and tingly. . . She pushes you cock deeper in her throat as you balls are painfully heavy and sore bounce back and forth. 

She has your entire cock in her relaxed throat as her teeth barely scrape against the base as trembling and pant. You have a single tear form in your eye. . . your body is vibrating as it builds up. It needs release. You both know it’s in her hands. She sucks a few more times and pulls your cock out. She then slowly gets up. 

“Delilah, uncuff him and strap him to the bed. I have to excuse myself.” She rushes out of the room. . . 

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Mistress's extreme release

Please note: this is very graphic in nature and not for faint at heart.

Mistress Dark Pen is frustrated

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Mistress Dark Pen is frustrated . . . such bitter and negative emotions. She could not go out to her favorite restaurant. She could not go shopping.  Her favorite shows have postponed their new episodes. She has been stuck inside. She has to ration her shopping and her snacks. Every time she turns on the TV all she hears about is this damn virus. She is upset and all of her negative emotions are pent up. . . She sees her bitchy sub dusting when she states loudly: 

“Bitch, Get my whips and crop, your collar and leash. Meet me in the play room.”

Her instructions are simple. He stops what he is doing as he looks at her and nods. 

“Yes Mistress. . .” He quickly scurries out of the room. 

She gets dressed into her leather outfit: tight black and red leather corset, crimson leather skirt, vibrating black panties and thigh-high leather boots. It makes her feel sexy and powerful. 

 He fetches the whips and crops and other toys. He lays them out on the table.
He is kneeling with collar and leash offers it up to her, once she walks in.

“Strip and kneel” She look the collar and leash as he peels off every stitch of clothes. He kneels with eyes to the floor, his legs spread wide and his hands facing up. She puts on collar and leash pulls him close testing it. He chokes a bit. She smiles and slightly laughs it a dark tone. She holds the leash pulling at him but he says still. She looks at the things on the table: two crops, wooden and metal rulers, and her favorite whip. It was leather with a woven purple and black handle. She selects the first shorter crop as she smacks his nipples. She smiles as she can heard him groan. She knows that he trying to fight it, but there is no chances as both know that this is the nicest she will be all night. 

He tries hard to keep a straight face as she whips the crop over him his sensitive lightly hair covered nipples. She smiles at the redness of his chest. She pulls you close as once she whips the crop, he can smell her lilac perfume mixes with her sweet wetness as her vibrating panties are on low. He breathes her scent in, but he looks down knowing he is not deserving of such an Heavenly scent. He looks down to see that his cock hardens with each stinging strike on his nipples. A few feel like the crop is even cutting through, but there are only red marks on his flesh. He wants, wishes to look into her eyes. He wants to get lost into the delight his pain is giving her. However again he knows he is not worthy of such a feat.

The stinging crack of the crop brought him back to reality. She smacks his nipples over and over again as there is a mixture of numbness and yet pain would peak through like lighting with storm clouds. She keeps his leash tight as he chokes in his groan when he arches back trying to release some of the pain, but it is still there.

She moves over to the end table drawer as she grabs the ice-hot. She puts on a pair of rubber gloves and massages the icy-hot into the over-sensitive nipples. He shrieks and bites his lips breaking it open having him drool a few droplets of blood. He can taste the iron-like mouthful. She took a tissue. . . 

“Spit,” He spit a mouthful of blood into the tissue. She rolls it up and throws it out.

“I do not need you sick on your blood. I am not close to being done yet.” She is cold in her words. She took off her gloves. Then she continues to snap the crop harder and faster over his nipples. She even plays the twisted drum part of the random song she has in her head. A sweat breaks out over his body as tears build in his eyes from the pain and scent of icy-hot. There is a cold burn that would sting once the crop hits just the right spot. He screams out loud hard as he spit blood on her leather skirt. It is crimson leather, but blood still shows well on leather.

She stops and takes a breath. She looks down and growls. She looks at him still seeing the stream of blood trickling down the corners of his lips. She smacks him across the face. 

“Now I need to buy a new skirt, blood never comes out of leather.” She growls. She then sees the metal clamps in the drawer. She takes no time to think as she pinches his nipples bitterly with the clamps. She gets a chain and connects his nipples clamps to his collar and to the leash. She pulls the leash as he cries out in painful agony. He offers the agony to her, they both know it. He has not looked up, but he hopes that she is really enjoying the pain. 

"On your hands and knees" She demands still upset about her skirt. 

“Yes, Mistress.” He moves slowly into his hand and knees as he could feel her yank the leash as he yelps. He feels completely exposed and helpless but he offers himself to her in rawest form. 

“Good. Little Bitch.” She shrieks in a whispered bitter tone. She snaps the crop in lines on each side of his spine and even harder on his ass cheeks. He gasps in a shocked moment as it is a new area getting her stinging bitter treatment. She smiles at the smacking sound against his exposed flesh. Each strike gets harder and stings that much more. . . She pulls the leash as his body is confused to decide which area is in more pain. She smiles as she knows his body is confused and suffering. She knows she is diabolical.

She takes the leash and wraps it around a bed post so it's always tugging. She laughs as he looks like a dog tied to a post. Then she takes both crops playing his body like a drum and smacks him making red marks down his back and ass. He cries out from the lashes on his back and his nipples being stretched. 

“Mark me. . .  please! Mistress, mark me as Your bitch.” He begs as she stops. 

“Did I tell you to speak?” She growls and slams down the crops.

“No, Mistress.” He looks down as pulls his nipples causing his own pain just to let himself know that he had done wrong. He groans and gasp crying out in pain. 

She grabs the ice-hot and his hisses as she rubs it in his back. He normally enjoys her touch, but the stinging of the burning sensation really hit him hard. She says nothing as she lets the air hit his exposed back. 

She grabs her whip as she snaps her arm as the gravity pulls the whip up and quickly back down nailing the middle of his back. He screams in extreme pain. His eyes build tears quickly. His body shakes trying to process the shock of the extreme lashing pain.
She snaps the whip several more times making an abstract line pattern all over his back. It look like a map of different road colliding into each other. Blood droplets steam up from his lashes mixing in with the icy-hot as his back throbs and burns at the same times. 

She looks at her skirt and shrugs: she already had blood on it already. She pulls back the whip as she smiles whipping him hard. He screams over and over until his throat becomes raw and hoarse as it not burns inside and out. She whips him over and over as his back and ass is so bloody red that she cannot see his flesh. His entire body is quaking and he feels so weak from the sudden blood lost. He is weeping hard mixing with his shaking while she whips as blood flies everywhere. She growls in pure bitter aggression as she is just extremely frustrated that her regular schedule is just not that same and she is worried that it may never be the same again. She whips him harder and faster not even noticing that her shoulder had popped twice and is extremely sore. 

He is not even screaming anymore, but just whimpering and crying hard. His vision is blurry as he thinks he sees a huge puddle of sweat, blood, and tears under him. He shakes even harder, but the entire confusing thing to him is that he is as hard as rock. His cock is hard, full and completely throbbing. 

She finally stops to take a breath. She drops the whip as her arm is extreme sore which pisses her off more. 

"Kneel!” She screamed in a mixture of shriek and growl.

He take a breath and inch by inch, gasping as the leash pulls against his sensitive nipples. . . He wants to scream, but his throat is on fire. Once he is on his knees, the clamps strain even harder and he could feel the blood stream down his back in his ass crack; the mixture of lightheadedness and pain, he barely gets squeal out of his dried, cracked, and bloody lips.

She takes her time looking at the rulers. She likes the metal, but the wooden one was the one she always played with. It was her first torturous toy when she would play teacher and smack her naughty students with the wooden ruler: over the knuckles, nipples, and any other spot she wished. 

She takes her favorite wooden ruler and whips the top of his thighs as she notices his cock is fully erected. She thinks while on whether to actually hit his meat or do something much more diabolical. She whips his thigh harder making them tender and red as he can feel the wind whip pass his cock. He grinds his teeth and groans trying to keep still but he is so dizzy and the ruler striking his thighs and that close to his cock makes him want to jump only to pull at the clamps on his nipples and the collar on his red and sore neck.
He barely gets thoughts in his head, but he was so confused to why his cock was so hard. How is all of this pain making him so fucking hard? He knows she is not going to be happy as she is going to feel that he mocking her, his cock is teasing her.   

She stares at the cock. She scraps the ruler for a few moments and smacks it quickly. Then she puts the ruler down. She puts on the rubber glove and puts icy-hot in the glove as she kneels in front him. He is confuses but dares not question it. She strokes his cock with the icy-hot. He wants to make the moment intimate as his eyes scan to desperately meet hers, he had so many fantasies of such mixture of dark torture and delighted intimacy. She looks down purposely avoiding the eye contact. She strokes his thick meat waiting for it.

He gasps and then screams as it began to burn. He didn’t know to enjoy the suffering or muffle the delight?

She could feel his rapid heartbeat and hear the change of his breathing as she let go. She grabs the ruler and smacks his cock with the ruler. . . harder and harder as he cries in his painful screams. 

His throbbing cock fighting for release against the pain: he is still so confused. She lashes as he gasped. . . 

“Mistress, may I speak?” He gasps hard.

“Yes. You. May.” She smacks his balls with each word as tears pour out of his eyes. 

“What is wrong with me?” He blurts out in a painful cry.

She laughs for a moment stopping her lashes. It gives him just a moment of relief.

“You need release, both emotionally and sexually.” She just brushes on the hot red spots of his cock as stroke once in a torturous tease as they both know he cannot cum yet.

“You find me attractive, just plain sexy in his outfit.” She groans, as she turns up her panties to high.  

“Fuck,” She rubs against her panties in front of him. He moans as his cock twitches and glistens with precum. She pulls back before she comes. 

“You are weak. You need it. I can walk away.” She groans as they both can hear the vibration. She grabs the ruler and smack his cock hard and then his balls. He screams out loud. 

“Now, Compliment me,” She growls as they both know it’s his penance for speaking before spoken to.

“Mistress Dark Pen, you are so wise. You are so beautiful. You are so sexy.” She whips you cock until the sexy compliment. She puts the rulers down and strokes your cock. 

“Continue. . .” She demands. He moans hard trying to think, but there is not enough blood.

She gets impatient and squeezes his cock in her palm as she strokes. 

“Speak now.” She growls squeezing his balls with the other hand. 

“Your dominance, Mistress, inspires me. . .” He takes a breath to manage the pain. ”It excites me.” He is breathy. “My mind, my body belongs to you. My cock belongs to you, please whip me. I only deserve what you give me.” He begs and compliments. She takes her wooden ruler and whips his cock with a flushed smile on her face. He cock drizzles cum as she hits the tip and the sting brought out a broken orgasm. He gasps and was instantly lightheaded. He wants to fall back only for the clamps to pulls against him keep him up. She sees all of the cum oozing from his cock. His cock still purple, red and hard. 

She hits the sticky tip once more as he is just too exhausted to groan. She unleashes him as he falls onto the bloody puddle. 

“Good get cleans up and get some sleep.” He scurries away stumbling like a drunk man into the bathroom.

 She has the maid, Delilah, clean up the mess. She watches Delilah as she lays in the bed. She rubs the vibrating panties as she watches Delilah scrubs the blood out of the dark floor. Her body convulsing as the build-up was so intense. As her body trembles from toe, up her legs, in her pelvis and torso and then head. . . she is buzzing as she screams at each orgasm she has. . . first two she simply gushes. However the third one  she thought of the experience that just happened, the pain exchanged, the blood flying, the groans and screams all echoing in her head. She adds a vibrator and the double simulation made her squirt hard. She passes out in her leather outfit on her covers.