Missing My Barbie
Mistress Dark Pen © 2020
© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022
She sighed looking over at the mail bag of fan letters, suggestions of what else she could write about. Many thanked her for adding a spark to their sexual imagination, and few letters telling what she can improve upon or how she is a sinner and needs to confess her sins. She laughed at her first religious zealot. She had written a story each day that week of different sexual sins and posted it on her blog. She smiled how she used her Barbie-doll as her inspiration for her stories. Barbie was her second major submissive, but her first sissy.
She sighed harder as she remembered the last time they were together. She looked through her old files on her computer. She found several pictures . . . they went out: both were dressed to the nines. Mistress Dark Pen had on her favorite silky black dress, it went just pass her knees and had lacy around the edge. She had fishnets and a cute pair of ankle-high flat leather boots.
Barbie’s outfit was also a favorite of Mistress. She had this bright red fiery dress, black nylons and high-heel red matching shoes. They had gotten their nails done, and makeovers just for the special occasion. Mistress kept with a classy gothic look, lines were dark but thin, lips were a dark purple. Barbie’s lips were a bright red, and grey and pink eye spread.
Barbie had got them into a fancy restaurant: the reservation was weeks in the making. (It also helped that she knew several of the workers.)
They were sitting in a fancy restaurant: both got the red wine as they had already had known their order. It was beef tartar for appetizer and Porterhouse sliced with lobster. There was no budget on this dinner as they were celebrating.
Barbie’s job gave her promotion. However, the gals knew that with the promotion, she would have to move away.
“What you have done for me is amazing?” She sighed looking at her gothic mistress trying not to tear up.
“Don’t cry this is a celebration.” Mistress swallowed her own tears. She knew if Barbie cried, so would she.
“You are advancing, and they need you elsewhere. You can still send me pictures.” She suggested.
She looked at the picture, remembering the story. She notices that the pictures had gotten fewer and fewer, especially after Barbie found a new mistress. She smiled bitter-sweetly. She looked at the pictures of that night.
The dinner was amazing. She had Barbie pay for everything and drove her all around that night. They went dancing, two gorgeous ladies dancing in each other’s arms. They even got a few guys to buy them fruity-rum drinks at the bar. Mistress smiled, proud, as she watched Barbie flirt with the guys.
“Take one of them to the bathroom, suck him off and swallow all of it. If you have any on your face, you have to wear it all night.” Mistress whispered to Barbie. Barbie did as she was told. She took one of the guys into the bathroom and sucked his cock. She made him moan so loud that it echoed in the bathroom. She swallowed every drop like a good girl as she came out with a clean face and huge smile.
“Good girl, you swallowed like a champ. I’m so proud of you.” Mistress Dark Pen smile so proud of her student submissive bi-sexual toy.
They danced that night and teased the rest of those guys giving each other lap dance grinding into each other. Mistress’s lacy panties were soaked that night. She only wore panties to feel like a lady to be in control. She normally enjoyed the windy feeling between her legs. She wanted to stay in focus that night; she wanted to remember what was going on. Even to this day a pair of wet panties reminds her of her Barbie. She will simply sigh and wish her hope, love, good health, and happiness as she would whisper it into the wind.
They got home and Mistress giggles and smiles got serious: they both wanted one more moment of pure dominance.
In her beautiful red dress she kneels on the cool wooden floors as soon as Mistress had locked the door . . .
“The night went well, but now you are my little bitchy sex toy.” Mistress Dark Pen snickered trying to keep her serious tone. She knew that Barbie’s tiny penis was useless because of all of the cages and devices that they used on her. However her semi-drunken tongue was going to get an extreme workout.
Mistress Dark Pen got wet looking at the naughty pictures in her private folders. She was looking at the two outfits that Barbie wore for her. . . the first one was a lacy orange lingerie, but it exposed her plastic cock cage that made her cock swell and hurt. However she refused to take it off. She was always stubborn when it came to her cock. She felt it wasn’t a valuable part to her, so Mistress locked it up like a tortured prisoner and expressed the rest of her.
“Get to the red and black room now, your outfit is on the bed.” Mistress growled. She got into the room and put on the outfit as she waited for Mistress. She came into the room in an outfit of red and black leather thigh boots, black lacy crotchless panties and full length black and red leather trench coat.
She bound Barbie to a St. Andrew’s cross Strap on her wrists and ankles. . . She then took off the cock cage.
“But Mistress?” Barbie sighed and whined.
“Argue with me, and I will put a fucking ball-gag on that mouth.” She growled back.
“Fine,” Barbie snapped in attitude. She hated her cock even being acknowledged.
“Fuck for that attitude, I’m getting it.” She stopped and left the limp cock to get air. She shoved the ball into Barbie’s mouth as she strapped around her head.
“I wanted to talk while I smacked it around, but hearing your moans, groans and seeing those sexy tears is enough.” She had an evil look in her eyes as she replied. She kissed her cock and then one last time she put the entire thing in her mouth. However the cock lost a few inches from extreme chastity. Mistress enjoyed the cock torture and the lock up; it kept her subs in-line, but sometimes she also enjoyed a simple good blow job. The feeling of her tongue and lips with the cock and balls. She loved the control she had when a cock would grow from her tongue and suction. Barbie fought it, twisting her face, sighing with a muffled moan. Mistress smiled with the cock still in her mouth; she enjoyed at the completely twisted torture. She could feel the blood flow in his cock, but did not plump the way it should have. He was on female hormones and started to cry knowing he was not pleasing his mistress. She pulled back having the half flaccid cock plop out.
“Good bye my tortuous toy.” She whispered, and she then smacked it hard. Barbie flinched against the bars. She grabbed the crops, one in each hand and snapped them on Barbie’s tiny cock and shrunken balls. Tap-Tap at first, but then repeating the echoed sound, it reminded her of a drum and then continued to smack back and forth like playing the drums. She looked up to see tears filling in her Barbie’s eyes. She had hit her balls harder and faster that they would bounce and collide into each other. Mistress giggled as she knew it was a mixture of pleasure and pain for Barbie, who was groaning against the ball gag really loud now.
She whipped the crops against Barbie’s very sensitive nipples, over and over, making her cock twitch and bounce as she shivered, shaking against the wooden boards. She could tell that Barbie was worked up. She wanted, no, needed release, and yet the poor stubborn gal could not even beg for it.
She grabbed a suction cup and never gave her submissive Barbie a choice or chance. She turned it on high and it sucked that cock so intensely hard that she could hear Barbie scream through the ball gag. The suction didn’t let her orgasm, it simply pulled the sticky load by unenjoyable load through her painful cock. The heavy painful balls were getting lighter.
“Now, you will be drained, so you can start your new chastity journey completely empty. I have the cum collecting, and you will drink all of it and then lick me clean.” She explained the next part of her plan as she smacked her nipples over and over again. The mixture of muffled moaning and screaming totally turned her on. She could feel that she was dripping her wetness down her legs.
She began to suck on Barbie’s nipples making her sexy toy so horny that she gasped . . . she had to focus her breathing as it caught in her throat as she had an orgasm built up only for the intense suction to pull it out of her before she could enjoy it. Mistress delighted in her torturous draining release. It was an hour or so of nipple play with at least seven releases of cock juice. There was at least one-fourth of a cup, maybe even close to a third of a cup.
She turned off the suction cup, took it off his limp cock, and then washed it. She did care for Barbie. She found a spiky metal cage and put it on. She then took Barbie off the cross, took off the ball gag, and kissed her toy. She moaned as she enjoyed their lips connecting even if her toy’s lips were dry.
“You have done well, so far.” She giggled. Barbie knew Mistress always had something devious up her sleeve. She had her drink her cum. She gagged at first at it was sticky and cold, but took it down like a champ.
“Good Girl.” She rubbed her toy’s sore nipples. Barbie gasped as her cock twitched into the spikes. She yelped as the Mistress laughed.
“You are just so easy to torture.” Mistress laughed and kissed her again, tasting her salty and sweet mixture on her lips.
She looked at the pictures of the bed time fun, the before and after. She smiled at the sticky scene.
She remembered: she watched her toy putting on the outfit the sudden time limit of two minutes. She giggles as Barbie almost fumbled and fell onto the bed trying to get the tight fishnet and leather outfit on. However made it with just second to barely spare.
The second outfit Mistress had for her was a bondage piece. . . it looked like pink leather straps that covered the torso and barely the crotch as it was meshed together with black and pink fishnets. She had clamps and chains on her nipples and across her chest as Mistress attached it to the chains on the bed.
Once Barbie was strapped down, Mistress took off her coat. She crawled over the toy’s body. She humped her locked crotch: Barbie squeaked and moaned. . . “Oh fuck, my beaut-i-ful mis-tress.” She hissed. She rubbed her wet pussy harder and ground into her leather covered toy. She gasped and moaned loudly as the leather rubbed against her oversensitive pussy. She trembled as harder and faster quakes of twitching dripping pussy pushed waves of pleasure throughout her naked body. Her nipples, erected, hard rubbing against Barbie over stimulated clamped nipples.
“Oh, Oh, Oh Mistress. . . Fuck.” Barbie’s voice got high as her cock twitch hitting the spike and fell into the cage like a deflated balloon. Her body twitched and trembled; she wanted to be hard, she could feel her balls fill and get heavier. She craved the mixture of pain and pleasure; she truly loved it all. They both knew that Barbie was going to miss this craved torture.
She rocked her quaking body into her toy covered in fishnet and leather, she didn’t care if it dripped all over the outfit as she pulling out all of the tricks. She wanted them both to explode so intensely that they passed out and yet never forget that explosion of love and lust.
She ground into the leather and fishnets as Barbie started to whimper and then scream . . .
“Fuck, Oh fuck. MISTRESSSSSS!” She hissed in her scream as her balls were heavy again and her cock started to grow and plump only to get pierced over and over with the spikes. It was a pure blissful mixture of ecstasy and agony. Her cock was dripping precum into Mistress’s pelvis. Mistress Dark Pen was careful not to catch herself on the sharp edgy cock cage.
She ground into her sexy toy for the last time, if she was clothed it would have been dry humping, but she naked and extremely dripping wet. She torturously humping purposing making her Barbie sissy brat hard. It was for all of the time Mistress was teased by a hot outfit or her toy’s tongue just not hitting the right spot. Honestly it rarely happened, but there were a few times. She simply wanted Barbie to leave her clear of all wrong-doings and completely drained . . . basically sexually a clean slate.
The harder and more intense the body weight of the curvy Mistress pushed down on the living sexy toy, the more she gasped and screamed out loud as she needed to release, but the sharpness in her cock was so boldly extreme that it would not allow the cock to stay hard. It was deflated, flat, wounded . . . small droplets of blood roll down from the limp cock.
Within the next moment, Mistress quaked hard into a perfected bodily stiffness, so stiff, it could have broken a full erected cock in half in her incredibly tight pussy.
“Oh yes, fuck. . . FUCK Yes. My good damaged toy.” She gasped barely making the screamed words audible as she barely had the air escape her lips. As she simply relaxed laying on Barbie. She lightly kissed her toy’s lips.
“I will miss you.” She sighed, panting barely catching her breath.
“Oh, Mistress, please after I clean you up, I . . . I can’t cry now.” Barbie sighed, swallowing hard, her own tears.
She twisted Barbie’s clamped nipples as Barbie cried out in twisted sensation making her forget the sad moment even if just for a few seconds.
“I am not finished with you yet. I need your best work: I need your tongue. I want you lick me so clean that my fucking pussy shines.” She laughed at the impossible challenge. Barbie smiled willing to try her best, both knew it. Both wanted it badly. Barbie craved Mistress Dark Pen’s sweet taste. Mistress loved the feel of a good tongue on her very sensitive clit.
Once she got the strength, she got up leaving Barbie sore and a bit drafty and cool. She had a queening stool. . . it looked like a chair with an opening at the bottom. She put the leather chair over Barbie’s head as she sat in the chair over Barbie’s head. The sweet mixed scent of her bodily musk and the sweetness of her wetness drove Barbie moaned and over the edge as her sore deflated cock dribbled out the small watered down load of cum.
Mistress pussy was perfectly exposed in the opening of the queening chair. Barbie took no time, she knew what the chair was for, and she did not wait for permission. The moment her tongue touched the soaked, sweet pussy, Mistress shrieked and shivered. She turned and smacked Barbie’s sharp-caged cock.
“Sorry, Mistress, sorry.” Barbie cried out and whimpered as her body quaked in pain. Mistress squeezed her toy’s balls pushing her cock into a small yet very sharp spike.
“You do NOT start until told,” She growled. She wanted their last to be just right. This unexpected moment irritated her a bit. She wasn’t prepared and didn’t get to enjoy the wet, hot touch of her brat’s tongue.
“Brat, damn it, why did you do it?” She continued to squeeze the balls into the sharpness.
“I . . . I . . . I am sorry. . . Mistress.” She shuddered in her words in pain as the sharpness was in her balls. She squeezed his balls pulling away from the spike.
“Speak, damn you, speak bitch” She growled squeezing hard. Barbie took a deep breath so she could focus.
“Your smell is so enticing. Mistress. . . I am addicted to your sweet taste. It’s like honey of the Goddesses.” She smiled and loosen her grip at her much appreciated compliment. She sighed knowing it was a bittersweet session, and she needed to stay focused.
“Thank you.” She had to be polite and sighed.
“DO. NOT. DO. IT. AGAIN!” She squeezed and growled each word.
“Yes, my mistress.” Those words haunted her as she loved hearing them. She knew when those words were spoken that her beautiful sissy toy understood what she was saying.
She released Barbie’s balls and readjusted herself. She gave Barbie a moment to simply relax and focus.
“Now, my slutty pet, lick me . . . and make it count.” Mistress Dark Pen loved putting pressure on her Barbie as she knew that her sissy toy would strive to do so much better. She was so eager to please and keep her sexy Mistress completely satisfied.
Barbie took no time to think, she simply allowed her tongue to do it’s natural thing. She moaned as she lap drop after sweet drop of the wonder nectar from his beloved Mistress. She could not get enough; she lapped it up like a melting ice cream cone. . .
Mistress instantly shivered into a quake as her body stiffen. She knew that her Barbie knew all of her intense special spots, pushing the tip of her tongue just right. It’s so stiff making her Mistress’s body quake with anticipation. The buildup was so crazy that Mistress could not think of anything: nothing, not even that even her female play toy was about to leave. All she could focus on was the sensual pulses being sent throughout her body fighting against the rapid beat of her heart. Her body's rhythm were racing, building up to the point of extreme explosion . . . the perfect release.
Barbie’s tongue slid into her Mistress’s opening as she moaned adding vibrations to the sensitive skin. He licked up and sucked on the clit before pushing the clit with her tongue.
“Oh, Barbie, fuck.” She shrieked as Barbie’s tongue flicked the clit over and over applying just the right amount of pleasure. Mistress shook so hard that she made the chair jerk.
“Yes. . . YES. . . FUCK YESSSS!” She hissed in a high pitch tone as her body quaked into a stiffen flesh for a firm long moment . . . within seconds of her screams, her body loosen as her pussy gushes more juices that Barbie eagerly licks clean. It creates a vicious cycle as she was still so tense and sensitive . . . that her body stiffened again barely allowing her to catch her breath.
The tongue lapped, the lips sucked over and over. . . making her scream out orgasm after orgasm until her lips were dry and her throat was so raw making her voice hoarse.
By the seventh orgasm she was shaking from the aftershock. She was dizzy and barely got the word “fuck,” pass her lips. She gripped the wall just to catch her breath. She built up enough strength to move off the queening chair. She pushed it off the bed as the crashing sound echoed.
She cuddled close to her Barbie still tied down unable to hold her shivering Mistress back. It was it’s own intimate torture. Barbie simply stayed still covered in his mistress’s juices all over her face.
Barbie did not know it but Mistress had taken pictures of her toy as she was tied down and asleep. It was simply for her own collection. She only kept the pictures that meant something to her. There was one where Barbie was smiling in her sleep. Mistress smiled as she believed that Barbie was dreaming of her. She believed it was the best way to close their sexual adventure together.
She closes out of the private folder. . . .
She rang a bell for several echoing rings. . . Delilah in her perfect maid outfit rushed into the office. She knelt before Mistress Dark Pen and stated:
“Yes, Mistress, how may I help you?”
“Yes, find me a play toy with a good tongue. I am soaked and I need my pussy cleaned.” She ordered.
“Yes, Mistress.” She bowed and exited the room. . .
