The Maze part 2

 Previously posted on fetlife at darkmistress1213

The Maze Part 2 (Still a dream. . . I have to association with the characters or the show. )

After we grabbed our clothes, the guy who didn't jack off on us was Dean (from Supernatural). He led us to a mansion on the west side of the maze where there were like ten bedrooms and 13 bathroom. The young woman and I both got showers. We all met in the sitting room. There were a few guys coupling up with their wives or girlfriends.
Most of the women made snacks, and almost everyone went for a nap. I was in the kitchen cleaning up when Dean helped. Then we ended up in the sitting room talking. . . I don't remember the conversation, but it wasn't long before his lips were on mine.
He had his shirt off revealing his six pack and I was kissing up those tight abs. I sucked on his chest, sucking on each nipple making him moan. He stripped off my shirt and bra. . . he kissed, nibbled, and sucked on my neck. I gasped, squeaked, and moaned. . . sounding like the Japanese girls.
“Upstairs now.” He had such power in his whisper.
We grabbed our shirts and rushed up stairs to the room at the very end with the door ajar. We kissed stripping clothes making two lines of laundry to the bed.
We slipped in the bed nude. He put the blanket over us and slid in lacking the foreplay. (He took over only because I was exhausted from licking pussy and doing house work. It's weird because I am usually the dominant in my dreams and I let him lead.)

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

The Maze Part 1

 Previously posted on fetlife at darkmistress1213

I dreamt I was walking in the middle of hedge maze with this giggly, tiny girl. (She about my height 5ft but way thinner.)
There was a group of us, but we split in pairs and when into different direction. The girl was flirty. . .
As we got to the middle, she was stripping . . . first her shirt, then her bra, then each of her slip on shoes, then her short jean shorts and finally her lacy panties. She claimed I made them wet. . . I look deviant and dominant in my eyes when I picked her as my partner.

I knew she that seemed to be submissive.

“I'm so wet, I'm dripping down my legs.” she whispered to me.
“Lay down on the grass,” I demanded. . . She did as I said.
“Hands over your head,. Move them and I will spank you.” She giggled.
“Yes, Miss.”
She had a very curved and well-trimmed pussy. I licked and nibbled on her wet pussy lips. She moaned, and squealed.
“Shhh.” I paused for just a second. She tasted like honey. I had to keep licking. She fussed a bit, but never moved her hands.
She shrieked again when I stroked in and out of her really slow. . . all of her nerves trembled under me.
I wasn't until the middle of licking when I noticed a crowd of mostly men gathered to watched.
The more intense I got on her pulling her thigh over my shoulders, it seemed that the crowd seem to moan with her.
I nibbled, bit, and sucked her pussy lips, getting my face deep in her breathing out of my nose. She gasped and arched back.
“Oh yes, Goddess. Yess. YESSSSSSS!” I stiffened my tongue and slid it in hard and as deep as I could. Her body was stiffening under me.
“Oh goddess. . . Oh” she whimpered. I grabbed her ass burying my face so deep all I could smell of was her sweetness. I licked harder, flicking my tongue against the skin on the inside of her lips just above her clit.
“Yes. Yes. god-dess YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” She squirted all over my lower face like a water fountain. The guys all cheered.

I rolled over. . .
“Lick me clean. . . “ I demanded of her. . . She licked my face like a sexy pet and then we ended up making out. I could hear several of the men jacking off. She stripped my clothes. We both laid there while all guys but one jacked off on us. The guy that didn't jacked off had a huge bulge . . . he request we kiss again. Then we made out again spreading all of the cums all over our bodies.

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

Dominant Fantasy

 Previously posted on fetlife at darkmistress1213

The fantasy I keep having over and over again is a submissive man sitting in a chair. His torso is tied down, as our his wrists. There is leverage on his wrist that he can just barely touch his cock. His balls are bound tight in rubberbands and swirling reds and light purple. He had on a metal cock ring pushing against his throbbing member..
He watches me strip my clothes off, I make him smell the moisture on my panties. He moans under his breath. I squeeze my breasts in front of him. I touch myself, moaning slightly watching his cock throb.
"Stroke your cock, brat" I ordered snappily.
"Do not cum!"
He slowly moves his fingers against his throbbing, sensitive member.
"Harder, faster" I demand while he moves harder and faster gasping. There is a drop of a clear color precum drips out. He gasps and moans stroking harder I watch.
"You want to cum, don't you?"
"Yes, mistress"
"You want to release. You want to explode. Don't you?" I whisper intensely in his ear.
"Oh God yes, mistress."
"Plead and beg me and do not stop until, I tell you." I slide my finger between my pussy lips.
He starts to chants the words
"May I please cum mistress" I get wet at those words and slide my finger in my wetness.
He continues in his moans
"Oh God, mistress please let me come" I slide my finger over his lips, he could smell my moisture.
"Keep begging, baby."
"Please my mistress, may I cum"
"Repeat it over and over "
I lay on the bed listening to his words chanting in my ears making me dripping wet. I hang my legs over the edge and slide my middle finger over my clit and rotate it. I gasp.
He watches.
"Keep going brat" he does what I say gasping and moaning barely catching his breath in his words.
The more he chants, the harder I rub, and soon enough I gasp and release in a puddle on my bed. I hear him gasp, moan, and chant stroking so hard I hear his hand slap against his skin.
"Oh mistress please let me cum. Oh God let me come mistress"
I rub my sensitive spot harder and I squeak in my groan. My body got tense fighting a tremble and then another release. I collapse still hearing him beg. I take off the cock ring.
I hover over him and lead against his chest so his mouth was by my ear.
"Whisper your pleading chant in my ear."
"Please, I beg of you mistress let me cum"
"Stroke from the bottom to the top while you beg" he did as I said. I finger my pussy, sliding in and out while he whispers and moans in my ear.
"Oh mistress, please, let me cum. Please my beautiful mistress let me cum" he gasps at my pussy dripping on his hand giving him moisture to stroke his hard cock. He gasp and moans in his words and I trembled over him gasping.
I can barely catch my breath.
"Mistress, please. May I please cum mistress?" I love hearing the desperation in his voice. I had orgasmed for the third time.
"Yes my babe" I kiss him hard. My body collapse as he stroke up he pushed his hand against my wet pussy. He does this three times and moans in our kiss. I feel the cum explode against his and my thighs.
"Does that feel good?" He smile.
"Yes, thank you my mistres." He collapsed his head into my large breast. I brush my fingers into his hair.
"You were a good boy." I kiss the top of his head.

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

The Ruler

 Previously posted on fetlife at darkmistress1213

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022
I had this day dream in which my beta cleaned the bathroom. The floor shinned and the toilet and tub sparkled (like a fake teenie-bop wannabe vampire.) However he used the wrong room spray: tisk tisk! I wanted it to smell like fields of wild Lilacs, not vanilla. Vanilla works for living rooms and sometimes dens, but not for a room in which you do not eat in. (Vanilla mixed with shit, does not smells good.)
“Now how do punish you?”
“I’m sorry.” I know he meant it, but I needed to know he will not do it again. So I said:
“Get naked now! I will be right back!”
When I came backs with a hand for a things, he was completely naked.
“Stand in the shower.” He did as he was told. I taped his wrists against the back of the clean shower wall over his head. Then I unlocked his chastity device and washed his cock with the words:
“Do NOT cum!” He wasn’t sure what would happen either way but he did his best to keep limp while I cleaned his member.
“Good Beta, as you know I like a clean house and a clean beta. “ Then I massage his cock just for seconds as this was more a punishment than a reward. I had several rubber bands around his semi-harden cock in which made a sensitive mixture of red and purple in color.
“Now you should know this. What did you do wrong?”
“I-I’m sorry. Mistress-I mixed up the scent of the room.” He was nervous. He struggled against the tape.
“Do you know why I have this room a certain scent?”
“No? Please tell me. . .” I love when he begged for me.
“Well. You see we do not eat here, so I do not want this place to smell like food.”
“For example if your cock smelled & tasted liked whipped cream like so….” I explained, while I covered it with whipped cream and stroked it lightly. He jumped at the extreme sensitivity and build up.
“Do NOT cum or no monthly release” I tap it, knowing it will send an extreme intense sensation. He whimpered.
“But you did so well on the actual cleaning let me help your with this.”
He moaned as I licked and sucked the whipped cream off of his dripping member “Thank you, Mistress!” I could tell he was teased and yet just grateful that I was touching his cock.
After it was clean I stood up.
“You see if it smells like food, then I would want to eat in the bath room and that is well unhealthy and gross. I took the ruler and smacked his cock. He flinched.
“Count to seven with me. . . That was?”
“One, Mistress! One. “ he gasped.
SMACK! “Two, “he grunted.
I slapped it right on the tip.
”Ouch Sorry. Mistress. Three. “
I slapped the ruler on the bottom of this cock.
“Four, Mistress,” He had tears in his eyes. I smack his balls.
“Five: he cried out. I hit his balls again.
“six, Mistress “ I smacks it the hardest on top of his twitching cock.
“Seven. “Mistress. I’m sorry.”
“What are your sorry for?”
“Changing the smell of the bathroom, you keep certain scents in each room for your own reasons: Vanilla was a poor choice as it food smelling scent and you prefer no edible scents in the bathroom. It will not happen again!”
“Good Beta. Good” It’s good to keep him reassured.
I kissed his blistering red cock and balls, I take of the rubber bands, and helped him put the chastity device back on. I leave the key on top off the counter. He should knew better than to take it.
I ignored that his cock was glistening in pre-cums.
I untapped his hands.
“Now after that, I need a release.” I grab him by the hands and pull into my bedroom. I grab a towel and cover my pillows.
“Lay down ! “ I ordered and he obeyed. He laid on this back. I cuffed each wrist to the to the bed post.
“You know it’s two taps on the bed post if you need to stop.”
“Yes ma’am.” Out of nowhere, I slapped his face
“Never say Ma’am! Its Mistress! “
“Yes, Mistress. I’m so sorry, Mistress.”
“Why did I slap you?”
“I called you Ma am”
“Who am I?”
“You are my Mistress.”
“Good Beta!” I kiss his red cheek.
“Now you are going to clean my pussy and my ass.”
I take off my clothes. I am completely naked while I crawl over him.
“You know you are mine to do as I wish, right.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I bit his left nipple going up to his face torturing and teasing him. He groaned.
I hovered over his face already wet from just having him in bondage.
I dipped my pussy down into his mouth and nose just for him to get a taste. He tried to lick but I pulled up and asked:
“Do you want that?”
“Yes Mistress. Yes, please. I want to please you. I beg of you, let me make you cum. Please cum all over me!” His begging was driving me wild. I wanted and needed him to please. He needed and wanted to please me. It was his purpose, and his drive. The more content I was, the more he felt he accomplished how long life goal.
I lowered myself on him and ground my soaked pussy into his face. I know in that one motion his face was covered in my pussy juices. I rocked on his face gasping, while I felt his tongue against my sensitive skin. I grabbed the bed posted and ground my pussy harder, while my body got tense the movements were slower and harder. I shrieked arching backs gushing all over him, he sucked and licked, lapping it up sucking it of my thighs.
“Good Beta-very good my Beta! “
Then I un-cuffed him from the bed.
“You are almost done. Now sit up.” He did as he was told. I had him stand up and kneel on the floor.
“You are where you belong” I cuffed his hands behind him.
I leaned over the edge of the bed and put whipped cream between my ass cheeks.
“This is like eating in the bathroom, now licks me clean!” I demanded! He was hesitant at first but then he got into it: licking, nibbling my cheeks and pushing his tongue between my cheeks. The closer he got to my ass hole, the more I push closer to him. I gasped forgetting how sensitive my ass really was. I fingered my pussy making my body rock away and toward him.
“Lick it good, Dirty Beta.” I liked the feeling, I really liked it. I wished I had not cuffed him so he could push my ass into his face deeper. I wanted him to lick harder, to push the tongue deeper.
“Fuck my ass with your tongue-you dirty, filthy Beta!“ I spoke in in one bated breath.
Then he pushed his tongue hard and deep pushing through the tight hole, pushing it open. It was amazing. He pushed his tongue harder in my ass deeper into upon his face. It was all so sensitive that all my juices gush all over once he pushed your tongue just right spot.
I collapse on the bed spent. He knelt waiting for waiting for me.
I give myself a few moments. I un-cuffed his wrists and kissed his forehead.
“Now go take a shower, brush your teeth and tongue and finish the bathroom. We will order in tonight.” He obeyed my order and exited.

The Office Visit

 Previously posted on fetlife at darkmistress1213

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

I’m in my office where I’m just wearing a robe. I just got out of the shower. I’m at my desk with a muffin and coffee reading that morning email. I’m reading my outlines and notes about to work on my writing.

My sexy sub knocks, I let them in. They kneel in just their boxer and collar showing me that he has been working out and I can see some definition in their abs. I cannot award him just yet, then he will expect awards all of the time and become spoiled.
“What can I do to please you my sexy, beautiful mistress?” His eyes stayed to the floor.
“Crawl here, now.” He crawls over to me where I connect his collar to the chain latched to my desk.
“Start with a foot massage.” He says nothing just grabs the lotion on the lower shelf next to the desk almost choking from the reach with his collar. I did that purpose to he knows he exact reach. He massages the lotion into each foot.
“slow it down,” I snap. I wrapped the chain around the hooks one circulation making his reach shorter. He knows if I have to correct him he has less and less space.
“Sorry mistress,” he massages my other foot kneading the lotion deep. I moan and type finishing a chapter that I was on for weeks.
I review the notes for the next chapter to see a love scene between the main character one of the male character I had a crush on since chapter 3. I write the scene first as if I am the main character and my crush is making love to me. Its sexy, and very forbidden. I’m so wet my thighs rub together.
“lick my thighs,” I demand. I love his touch while type. It makes my story feel so much more real.
“Caress me . . . devour me!” I demanded and gasp once his tongue touches my pussy lips. His fingertips massage and grasp my thighs. It happens for moments. . . I build up the story typing paragraph after paragraph until I cannot take it. I arch back in my chair and eventually gush at his tongues build up. He licks me clean, and comes up for air.
“You taste as wonderful as you are beautiful, my dominant goddess. You make me so hard, may I please take off my cage.” He begs as I look under the desk and I could see that his cock is trying to push through. The colors are mixture of skin tone, reds, and purple.
I look on my tablet to see the calendar and my orgasm count. I had three orgasms that week. . . just my fourth, was it good enough to count for two?
“You have one more chance right now, but make me not forget it.” I demanded. I take off my robe and keep his chain tightly wrapped so that his face stays in my pussy. He sucks on my pussy lips hard while he slides one finger in me and then another. I tried to go back to the scene and type, but the clever, slyly sub was stimulating two of my five g spots. He had my body so tense that I could barely breathe. He rubs, sucks, nibbles . . harder, faster to the point I try to scream but it is just a gasp that comes on into a sigh. My body hits a point to a climax and my clams down in a wave a relaxation.
“Good boy,” I save my work, and unclip him. I get up, take him by the hand, and take him to my play room.
Whose wants part 2?

What He Missed Part 1

 Previously posted on fetlife at darkmistress1213

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

I was stood up . . . but no one wants to hear about how I wanted hours for a loath fellow who never called or came.
However. . .
These are the things I would have done to him had had he showed up. . . Oh the naughty weekend, we would have had. . .

We would have had a nice lunch: have good food and talk about random things . . . jobs, hobbies, car, TV shows, movies etc (and of course you don’t never want the details with the clothes on. . .)

Then we go to the store. . .
List

1. Soda
2. Chocolate
3. Munchies
4. Condoms
5. Whipped cream
6. Tape
7. Scissors

Then if things go well . . . I would have us go to the hotel . . . and we play truth or dare. . .
Truth for me “Do you like me?” he would ask. “I like what is going on so far.” I put a do not disturb sign on the door.
He would pick dare (It seemed most men liked dare more than truth). “I dare you to kiss me.” He would kiss me, and I would push enough that he is sitting on the bed.
Then I would choose dare. “Dance for me.” I would do a little lap dance on his lap. I grind my large bouncy booty into his groin. He moans and gasps. And then I whispered in his ear “Truth or Dare.”
Dare, of course. I dare him to take off his shirt. While sitting on his lap, I turn and kiss his lips, his neck, and suck on each nipple.
I pick Truth. “Do you want to have sex with me?” He asked. . . “Lets play and see how things go . . . Saying yes or no, will take away from the fun, do you think?” I kiss him hard pushing him hard onto the bed. “Now say it. . . Truth or Dare?”
Truth, he throws me for a loop. “How horny are you right now? How bad do you want it?”
“Very horny, I want it very bad.” He gasps in my harsh French kiss while I grind my pelvic area into his. His body pushes again mine loving the pressure of the weight in just the right places. I could feel that he is hard. We back to the common question, just three words. . . “Truth or Dare?”
Dare, the word makes him want it harder. “But I can only take off one half at a time.” I give him a catch because I let him he would dare me to be naked. “I dare you take off your shirt and bra.” I give in and took both off having them fall to the floor.
He squeezes my breasts one in each hand, but they are so much larger that the mounts overtake his hands. “Oh God, they’re amazing.” He sucks and licks on each nipple. I give him a few moments before I ask “Truth or dare?”
DARE. I think he and I are on the same page before I could finish my sentence “I dare you to take everything thing off.” He is already taking shoes off and unzipping his pants. I suck and lick his cock lightly feeling it throb in my mouth. He moans and eventually gets to the question.
DARE. I mumble the word with his member still in my mouth. “I dare you to take off your clothes.” I suck hard for a few more seconds before I take off my clothes and wait for his reply.
“You are a beautiful.” I blush not expecting his words. I pounce on him having him feel that my pussy is soaked. . . I grind and drip on his body.
“Truth and dare is done for now Let’s 69.” I demand. He raises his eye brows impress with my demanding idea.
“Okay.” I twist my body over his head and hover over his face.
“Tap my thigh twice if you need air.” He agree. I sit on his face and reach over to his cock. I begin to stroke and then suck on it while he sucks and licks my pussy. I rock my pelvic area deep into his face while. He moans . . . his moaning made my pussy vibrate and my lips moan while I suck his cock harder and deeper. He starts to tickle my clit with his tongue, and I scrap his cock lightly with my teeth.
He nibbles my clit which makes me flinch. I try to swallow his cock hard and deep hiding everything but an inch and half. I massage his balls with one hand and stroke the base with the other. He arches into me making slight choke and pull up. Then I motion my head up and down as if he is face fucking me. The more I let him fuck me in the face, the harder he sucks and nibbles on my clit. Our muffled moans are ticklish and vibrating our bodies. We are driving each other crazy.
Finally I rock and grind hard into his face that I eventually cum and gush all over his mouth and cheeks once he hits that just perfect spot. He hits it, and my body got stiff including my tight lips around his cock which makes him release just a few second later. I swallow hard and fast. . . he is very salty. I drink some of my soda and I call it a cum chaser.
“Hey, babe, how was that?”
He smiles with my glistening juice on his face. . . .
“That was good.”

A few moments later, I tell him. . .
“Get on top of me . . . time for naked make out.” He rolls over me while my hands are all over his back and squeeze his ass. My tongue tastes my juices on him and he tastes his cum on my tongue. I push his ass into me. . .
“Baby, grind into me” He tries and the pressure of his body weight drives me crazy.
“Oh, babe, yes. . .” He does it harder and kisses me deeper. I push back barely breathing.
“Light kissing, but keep grinding.” He does as he is told. The motion makes his member hard and slides it between my wet thighs.
“Go get the condoms.” I demand. He does that and slides one on . . .
“Now lay on your back.” I direct as again he does as he is told. I grind my wet pussy hard into his throbbing cock.
“How does that feel?”
“Good. Now Fuck me, please” I like him being polite. I direct his cock in my pussy inch by inch. I can feel it stretch and my tight pussy wrap around it. I bounce on it and pushes it deeply in. I bounce and rock . . . harder and faster and I make my breasts dance off my chest giving him a good show. The more I rock, the more intense my body becomes, and after a few moments of constant rocking, my body becomes like a statue. I finally stiffen to the breaking point and release all over him. I push through it and rock harder and bounced faster. . . I have him grab my breasts while I ride him like a stallion. He finally comes hard in me barely getting his breath. We collapse on the bed for a while. I takes off his condom, ties it, and throws it out.
He isnot much for conversation especially with no blood to that brain. We both nap: I sleep an hour or so and write some of my novel naked. He finally wakes up and said,
“I’m hungry.”
“We can go get dinner or have snacks.” I suggested. We get dressed (I don’t wear my bra on purpose.) We go and get some pizza to bring back. We eat pizza and soda.
Eventually we lay on the bed my head in his lap teases his cock, while he rubs my neck and back and we watch TV. I go down on him during the commercials. (It makes commercials more fun.)
He eventually had me lay on the bed while he licks my pussy and massages my thighs. He pushes my pelvis down with my body naturally arched upward.
“My body does it naturally, but please don’t fight it. It hurts. Just lick and suck. It’s usually better if I’m on top of you.”
“You can’t cum for me like this?” He was confused.
“No, it’s the angle. However let me showed what I can do.” I have him stand up and I reached over the desk and have him fuck me hard while I tell him about my erotica novel.
That weekend. . . I fucked him at least ten different times. . . doggy position, in the shower, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and in a few basic yoga positions I have been working on. I even taped him to the bed for a whole afternoon and we played with the whipped cream after a shower, but those are other stories. He said when he had gotten him that he couldn’t cum for a week.

I smile at the thought while the waitress brought my check.

“He didn’t show? I’m sorry.”
“I’m not he’s the one who missed out. . .” I pay the check and go home.

What He Missed Part 2

 Previously posted on fetlife at darkmistress1213

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

I find his email address among my junk mail. . . he had e-mailed a naughty pic: his red cock in his hand.
I write him a very detailed of the previous fantasy and this. . .
I tape his arms to the bed posts and his ankles together. He is complete pulled out and naked on the bed.
“What are you going to do?” I just smile with a slight evil look in my eye.
“I would tape your mouth shut, but the safety word is cherry. . . if you say cherry, I will stop. And call me Mistress. Okay?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He looks down at his tied feet.
“Good Boy.”
I slide on a condom and then tape it kept it hard. I massage his balls making him moan. . .
“Oh God, what are you doing?”
“I will not harm you, if you want me to stop, you know what to say.” I look at him sternly. He is afraid if he says the word, then I will cut him out and leave. Neither one of us want it to end. . .
I go back to massaging his balls, and I add sucking his nipples. He arches into me pulling against his arms. . . I hear him groan into the pain. The mixture of pain and pleasure confuses him, but he does not to stop. He forces through and pushes his legs into me.
I keep sucking and massages. . . I could feel his tension in his body. . . the build up and desire to release. I do more to get him to the highest point, any higher and he’s over the cliff. Then I just stop. I get dressed. I grabbed a few twenties. . .
“Trust me, I need to get a few things, sandwiches ok for dinner?” His eyes are so big I could have believed that they would have popped out of his sockets.
“Are sandwiches, okay?” I ask again. He nods yes.
“I will be back before dinner. I want you to think about what I just did. The tension in your body, and how bad you really wanted it. . .” I whisper in his ear.
I grab the key card and leave the room.
I know one of three things will happen. . . he will be in the room untied for revenge, he will be completely gone, or he will be asleep. Honestly, I think he would struggle a bit, realized that I wrapped him really well, and fall asleep from exhaustion. . .
I go to the sex shop and get a few things. . . berry lube, a vibrating cock ring, and a small vibrating egg with remote and extra batteries.
Then I go to the diner across the street and order two chicken club sandwiches with the tomato, lettuce and mayo on the side. I also get a few chips and few more soda-pops. I am back to the room but 3:45.
Sure enough, he is snoring still tied. . . I take my clothes off, and I added another layer of tape in case he loosen it up. He wakes up when my breasts bounce in his face. Startled, he bites me. I smack his cheek just enough to know to stop.
“Why did you leave me alone?”
“It was a trust test. . .”
“Did I pass?”
“Yes.” I kiss him deeply.
“Are you thirsty?” He nods, yes. I get him a glass of soda with a bendy straw. I have him take a sip.
“Now back to what I am doing. . .”
“We’re having a good time, right?”
I get the lube out and massage his balls and nipples. . . licking it, not realizing it gets warmer the more I touch it. He moans as I lick his ball slow and then faster. . . soon enough, I push the vibrating eggs between his balls and ass and put it on low.
“Oh Mistress. . .” his cock throbs hard in the taped covered condom pushing against it. . . .
His body quivers, and he arches into me pushing through the pain of his sore wrists. I slide the condom off and start to lick and suck the dipping precum off his body. I turn the vibrator on medium. . .
He swallows hard and pushes his cock into me . . . I take at least three-fourths of his thick, erect throbbing member. I lick the underside and going up and down. I stop at the tip and really hard before going down and doing it again.
The idea that he couldn’t bob my head up and down to point where I choke is driving him crazy, I can see in his glazed over eyes. I love being in control. . . his body, mind, and orgasm are mind to control.
It is just a few more rounds of my up and down suction and, he squirts harshly down my throat.

“Are we done yet?” he asks breathlessly.
“One more round, so if you have to pee, hold it.”
“But Mistress, I really need to go. . .” I know the next round will take a while because he just came.
“Please Mistress. . . I’ve been holding it for several hours.” I sigh.
“Please.” I love hearing him beg. I look around and find foam cup. . .
“Piss in here.” I hold the cup putting the tip of his cock in the cup. He is hesitant at first, but I start to hum “Twinkle, Twinkle star” and he pisses slow at first, farts and then pisses even faster. He almost filled a 24 oz cup. . .
I empty the piss, flush the toilet, threw out the cup, and washed my hands, while I make him wait.
“Now, where were we. . .” I lube his limp cock. . . making it stiffer more and more in my stroking hand. I love feeling the blood flow deep in the veins of the cock. He moan making me stroke him harder. . . I pause for a moment. I have a plan in my head, and it is that I am going to orgasm at least three more times before his next orgasm. I think about this plan while putting a condom on his lubed cock, and then sliding the rubber vibrating cock ring on his cock. I slide it down to the back to make sure it’s tight. He groans feeling the blood almost stuck making his cock a reddish-purple through the condom. I turn on the vibrating piece on the cock ring to see if it works; his body jerks in sudden shock. I laugh lightly.

I move to his head. . .
“I’m giving you five minutes to give me my first orgasm of three or you are going to stay tied up all day.” I position my pussy over his mouth and hover as he could feel and smell my sweet wetness.
“Tug your right arm three times if you need air, okay?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he is breathy with his words. I push my pussy down into his face and rock. He laps my sweetness with his long tongue. I grab his sore wrists on the tape and rock harder. His tongue hit my clit, and I gasp. He figure it out. He tapped the clit with his tongue and occasionally nibbling it making my body quake and shake over him. Within three minutes, he gets my body tense and release to gush all over his face.
“Good boy, you made me all wet,” I am breathy in my words. I slide away from him and kiss my wetness off of his cheeks. I grind my body on his while I make out with him letting his tongue dance with mine. I push my wet pussy over his pelvic bone, sliding back and forth teasing his cock. He is breathless but manages to moan in our kiss.
I kiss down his neck, suck on his chest and nipples making red suction marks. He moans and arches into my motions.
“Do you like?” I hover over his cock, my pussy drips onto the condom-covered cock.
“Yes.” I smack his thigh hard, so hard the sound has an echo.
“Yes, what?” I correct him.
“Yes, Mistress.”
I slide him into me and turn on the vibrator. Then I turn on the under his balls making his gasp and groan.
I rock into the vibration going up my body making bounce on his member hard pushing it in more and more, so deep. I bounce so hard that his balls bounce and smack me in the ass. It’s like I’m a very bad girl. . . I do it several times enjoying the roughness. During, fifth time his cock hit just the right spot, I instantly go stiff. . . I hold the tension for just a few seconds feeling the build just before I release and cover his entire cock and balls with my sweet juices.
I collapse on him . . . laying in on his chest . . . I turn off the vibrators, and slide the cock ring off.
“Are you ready to cum?”
“Yes, mistress. Oh, God yes, Mistress.” He sighs.
I get back on him and slide him in. I rock and bounce in a pattern it’s like move forward and bounce at the same time. My breasts bounce with his balls. . . we both moan. I do this for a few moment while I feel him throbbing in me.
I turn on the vibrator on medium and we both jump. I got back to my bouncing rhythm. It just a few second into it when he pulls against the tape and arches into me pushing himself deeper. I gasp; he pushes against my inner g-spot. My body pulses inside and trembles outside over him. He smirks knowing he has me; however, I am not fighting it. I know once I get tense and tighter around him that I will have him too.
Bounce, up and down, within second, my body becomes stiff and tight around his member . . . mixing with the vibration of his balls. I gasp and close my eye pushing against the tension to bounce on him just a few more times.
“AHHH, Oh Damn, Yess. . . Fuck, damn. AHHHHH” I shout once the buildup works up to its climax.
“Oh yes, Mistress, Godd-ddess. YESSSS.” He screams cumming after me. I feels his hot load blasts out and up hitting the walls against his condom. I collapse on his chest. After a few minutes, I find the scissors and cut him from the bed and the cut his ankles apart. I leave the tape on his wrists and legs just to remind him what we just did.
We finish cuddling and grab something to eat.

"We'll have some more fun later."

What he missed Part 3

 Previously written on fetlife darkmistress1213

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

Later that evening, I help him in the shower as we use the hot water to get the tape off. Then I have him lather my body head to toe, but I stand just slightly under the water so he has to keep lathering spots. It is torturing bliss for us. The soap and his hard handy work slides down into the drain. I push him to the cold wall and do the same lathering him from head to toe. . . massaging each muscle making him moan. I have him face the wall and leather him head to toe. Then I lather a finger and slide in between his cheeks. . . in and out . . . I can tell he is fighting a moan.
“I have to give you a taste of what next time is. . . I give you some and maybe if you’re good. I’ll let you get me in a tighter spot.” I giggle.
“You know would want to moan,” I slide in and out.
“You know you like it.” I pull him closer to me to see his cock in hard and glistening in soap and precum.
I pull my finger out, clean it, and turn him around. I then bend over and let him take me doggy style. My large breast dripping and flopping against me. He holds my hips tight, I can feel each fingertip on my skin.
His hips move hard pushing himself deep in me making us both moan and it echoes loudly throughout the bathroom. The harder he thrusts into me the harder his ball smack my ass. I moan, but I will never tell him how much I love the feeling. It’s a soft whipped spanking attached to him.
He thrusts just a few more times before I know he about to cum.
“Pull out as cum on my ass.” I demand as he thrusts one more time just to feel my semi-tight pussy. He pulls out and jerks his cock just a few times before sliding it between my huge ass cheeks. He pulls out and pushes in rubbing his cock against my ass cheeks. He leans over and moans in my ear, the sound drives me crazy: I gasp.
Soon enough he cums and it gets cold on my ass cheeks.
“Good boy.” I echo slowly stand up. He moves back.
“Now leather me up again.” He does just as I demand.

I wear him out from cumming so hard that he is still asleep when I awake. I go out and get a few coffee with cream and sugar on the side. I also get toast with jelly and better, a few muffins, and some fruit. I manage to bag everything and get a carrier for the coffee.
I sneak back in and set everything out on the desk.
Then I strip down and crawl back into bed. . . I could feel he is already hard. I stroke and then I suck giving him morning head. . .
“Oh Good Morning.” He moans and arches into me while I suck harder. Then I smack his thigh again. . .
“Good Morning who?” I then drag my teeth against his throbbing cock all the way up just to the bottom of the tip.
“Oh yes. Good Morning Mistress.” He gasp. I lick his balls and up his cock.
“Oh God-ddess. Damn. I’m so close.” He whimpers. I crawl on top on him with his cock in my hand.
“Beg me to cum.” I squeeze his cock.
“Oh damn. Pl—please pl-please mis-tress. Can I cum?” His lips chatter while I rub his balls and cock.
“Wh-at are you do-ing to me?” he gasp and chatter. I take out a condom and roll it on his member. Then I ride his cock pushing him in me in one motion, we both moan.
“Beg Me.”
“Pl-please Mistress. May. I. Cum?” He begs.
“How bad do you need it?” I whisper and kiss down his neck and chest.
“Oh Fuck, I need to release, Mistress, please. Damn it, PLEASE.” I love hearing him whine and beg. I rock and bounce harder. I grab his hands and allowed him to squeeze my breasts. He arches into me and keeping to my rhythm.
“Oh, beg. One. More. Time.” I pant out the words.
“Oh, Pl-please. Mistress. May, I cucucum for you. Pl-please. Pleaasssee?” I could not say no to that so I sigh. . .
“Please cum, my good boy.” I bounce hard into him and pull his face into my breasts and I rock hard. It is just a few second until he is moaning as he explodes deep inside me.
“Oh my god, mistress, I’m almost cumming air.” He gasp. I get off him.
“Good, lets have breakfast.” I tap his thigh almost hitting his limp balls. He jumps slightly and goes to the rest room.

I gave him an hour or so to rest.
“I know you really need to rest, but we have one more condom, so I am going to make this one count.” He watches me while I strip the bed.
“I hope you are still hungry, because you have another meal.” I took out the whipped cream and chocolate candies from the mini fridge. I lay on the bed, shake the can of cold whipped cream, and spray my breasts, down my stomach, and all over my pussy. I sprinkle chocolate candies all over my body and then say:
“Good boy. . . eat me.” He crawls over my legs and begins to nibble and lick his way through. I know he is all sticky by the time he finishes up the pussy, stomach, and chest. I moan at the touch of his tongue. He lingers on the nipples sucking them hard and biting as he pulls away.
His lips meet up with mine; we both moan. I slide my tongue pass his lips to taste him: it’s like a sundae.
“Now get a wash washrag, rinsed in hot water, and wash me down.” I demanded.
“But you didn’t cum.”
“Then make me cum.” He kisses me deeply and kisses down my chest and stomach. He adds more whipped cream and licks me and nibbles me until I gush hard. He does this once more. . .
“I want to prove my submission to you, and my gratefulness for this morning.”
“Good boy. Now get my hot wash rag. I’m really sticky.” He gets up, gets the hot rag, and washes my pussy like a good little pussy sucker.
“Because you were a good boy, you can choose which position we do it in?” I feel generous.
“Doggy please, Mistress.” I am proud, he remembers to call me Mistress.
“Okay.” I can’t say no when he has been good.
I roll over and hand him the last condom. He kiss each of my ass cheeks tasting the mixture of my juices and whipped cream. I hear him rip open the condom. He rolls it on his cock. Then he starts to massage my ass cheeks and lower back.
“Oh Damn, you are a good boy.” I moan the more he rubs.
“Oh My Mistress, permission to be a bad boy?” He whispers in my ear. He has my curiosity.
“Yes.” I reply not knowing what it meant. He smack my right ass cheek hard making my huge ass jiggle. Then he does the same with left making the sound echo as loud as it stings.
He pulls me close to him by my hips, I gasp. He slides his cock between my cheeks. . .
“The doggy position is in the pussy, not the ass.”
“I know.” He growls.
“Please just let me handle it.” I could not tell if he is focusing or frustrated. . . He drags his fingernails into my skin. I shriek. I should feel him smiling behind me.
“You wanted this, didn’t you, my sexy mistress?” He growls pulling me closer and his cock deeper between my cheeks with each word. His tip is against my very tight opening. . . he grab the lube as adding between my cheeks. It seeps between my cheeks and his cock. He pulls out slightly and then pushes in.
“Damn it, please answer me.” I scream once he pushes his cock too hard barely into my unwelcome tight crack.
“Fuck me hard. . . in. My. Damn. Pussy.” I gasp and growl back. He goes back to pushing his back where it doesn’t belong. I twist my leg between his legs and with my thigh muscles and I flip him around where I want sitting on him.
“If you wanted anal, I would have allowed you to try, but there is a process for doing such acts. This weekend was not about such acts. I was trying to be a generous Mistress, but sounds to be you just want to explore the wrong hole. Now, do you want doggy or not?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“I am going to give you one more chance.” I sigh. I twist back and I get on all four: on my knees and hands. He begins to slide a finger in my pussy sliding in and out bumping my clit making jolt. He does this with two fingers being more aggressive, faster and harder until I gush all over his hand and rain until the white sheet.
I am breathing heavy when he does it again. . .
“I want my mistress, nice and wet.” He says just before I orgasm and gush twice in a row. He knows my buttons.
I am almost spent when he grabs my hips and roughly he plows himself deep into me. His rough fingernails in my skins my only warning. He pushes himself so deep that when pulls out and plows back in, he hits in my inner g-spot. It’s very rare that I get off with spot, but he is getting close. He builds the tension while I can feel his cock; throbbing and hard. There is so much pressure my knees start to buckle. My wrist are sore but I still work through the pain.
He can feel me trembling under him. The harder he plows the rougher and deeper her goes. . . my body is mixing with layers of pleasure and pain. He hears me moan. . . he plows hard so hard I choke for a moment.
“Scream for me,” he smacks my ass. . .
“Scream. For. Me. Mis-tress.” Plowing to each syllable.
“Ah. Yess. Damnit. Fuck.” The words become harsher, higher, and sharper out of my vocal chords.
“Scream Good boy, for me” he bites my ear after he whispers his demand. He pulls out completely and rams it deep.
“Holy Hell.” He does it again. My breasts hit me in the chin and then the top of my gut and back into my chin.
“Scream Mistress.” Slam right into my sore ass with his ball, however, it doesn’t feel as inviting, but like a punishment. What did I do? He drags his nails making claw marks on both hips.
“Ah. . .” He and I both know I can do better. He pulls back like playing with his own pin ball game in my pelvis. He pulls back and I gasp. He pushes deep in. . . My breast smack me in the chin. I feel like they are stretching and they are becoming sore.
“Oh damn it. AHHHHHHHHH!” I scream once he hit my inner g-spot from his tip and his entire cock rubbing against it. I quake under him.
“Good girl, mistress.” He correct himself. I am panting while he goes under and grabs my sore breasts that has been swaying and hitting me in gut and chin the entire time.
He slides his cock in shorter but faster rams in and out just only an inch or two. I could hear his breath shorten. He pulls my breasts as he rams his cock deep in me. He does this few more times just before his body stiffens and in a shrieking grunt he cums so hard that feel hit my back wall through his condom.
We both collapse on the bed breathless.
“You know you are amazing.” He smiles and kisses me.
“Thank you, mistress.”
We take a small nap, get dress, gather our things, and he takes me home.

Later that week he texts me, saying he had cum so much that had not been able to cum for almost a week . . . the day dream hits me while I am texting several friends.

The Party

 This was previously posted on fetlife at darkmistress 12 13

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

Lisa went to the party for her roommate, Shannon, to be some wing girl, but didn’t realize that Shannon was going to break a record and get a guy in less than 12 seconds. . . even before they got in the door.
Lisa walked in to the party scanning for a familiar face. She didn’t see anyone so she headed to the kitchen for a drink to loosen up. She was into her third drink of the rum punch when she walked into the living room with blaring music. Several groups were talking and dancing. . .
She saw a young woman with a bob hair cut sitting in the corner with a red cup. She had a short black dress on. . . Lisa walked over to see her, maybe make a friend.
“Hi. I’m Lisa.”
“I’m Andie. It’s really loud here, lets go upstairs to talk.” Lisa followed her up the stairs. Andie opened the door at the end of the hall.
“How did you know that this room would be empty?”
“Because this is my room, silly.” She giggled. They walked in, turned on the light and she closed the door behind to them.
“What would you like to talk about?” Lisa was nervous. Andie looked young.
“How old are you?”
“I’m 19.”
“You just look so young.”
“Thank you.” Lisa sat on the bed.
“I’m a sophomore at the college, you?”
“It’s my junior year.” Lisa replied.
“Major?”
“Psychology, you?”
“Large Animal Care,”
“Wow a vet.”
“For like a zoo, I like the big cats.”
“You seem nervous.” Andie asked while she took Lisa’s cup and her own and put them on top of the dresser.
“I. . . I am not sure what you are seeking. . .” Lisa stammered.
“I’m looking for friends and fun. It’s kind of the point of the party.” She got really close to Lisa placing each hand right next to her hips. Lisa fought her stop as her curiosity was much stronger than her worry.
Andie just had her lips barely touch Lisa’s lips. She could taste the rum punch once she slipped her tongue pass Lisa’s lips. The next moments of the make-out bliss was a blur and a twist memory of clothes. The next clear moment was Lisa laying naked on Andie’s bed. Andie massaged, licked and kissed each of her thighs. Then she massaged her pussy lips. . . a moan flew pass Lisa’s lips. Lisa gasped once Andie slid her fingers over Lisa’s clit.
“Good Girl,” she rubbed the clit watching the girl quiver under her. Then she started to kiss and lick her pussy while playing and twisting Lisa’s nipples in her hands.
“Ahhh” Lisa squealed at the double sensation. Her body trembled and arched into Andie’s touch. Andie slid a finger into the soaked pussy and then started to cover the nipples with her own juices. The she would slide the between her two wet fingers feeling as if they were lips. . . Lisa closed her eyes and it felt like two people were giving her pleasure.
“Oh, damn. . .” She gasped as Andie pinched her nipples and sucked hard on her swollen pussy lips.
“Please, baby, don’t fight it. . . be a good girl, let your body relax, and let me simply give you pleasure.” Andie took enough of a break to give a few words of encouragement.
Andie sat Indian style with both legs cross over, naked, and she pulled Lisa ass up putting both leg on each side. She slid one finger in the tight older pussy, and pulled out a wet finger. Then, she slid two fingers in slow in reaching for the spongy g-spot. . . she knew she would hit when Lisa would quiver. She would stop massaging the spot with her fingertip making Lisa quiver and gasp.
“Oh. . . oh. . . Oh. . .” She pushed in three fingers still reaching and rubbing the spot. . .
“OH. . . DAMN. PLEASE . . .” Lisa screamed feeling climax build. She wanted to feel the wave of pleasure, but Andie knew she could do better. . . She pulled out her soaked hand . . . in fact, Lisa was dripping into her ass. She used her wet hand and began to massage her clit. . . going over it harder and faster.
“Oh. . . Oh.. . . Oh YES. . . Please DON’T STOP!” Lisa screamed which she had never done before. Her body was shaking so bad, Andie had to hold her down with her free hand, while massaging and rapidly rubbing her clit with the other. . . the sensitivity. . . Rubbing, harder, faster. . . Until she felt her partner’s body tighten. . . Then within the next rub Lisa’s pussy squirts her juices all over Andie’s chest.
“Oh damn.”
“How as that?” Andie whispered and pulled away from Lisa to crawl on top on her letting her thighs feel how wet Andie was. . .
“Oh. . . that was amazing.”
“Oh dear, it’s not over.” Andie slid her finger deep into Lisa’s very wet pussy while she pushed her soaked breasts against Lisa’s. . . the nipples bumped and danced into each other. . . . Andie pushed her lips over Lisa’s lips. Once Lisa felt her breathing was caught, she wrapped her arms around her perky and wet partner.
Andie pulled her hand out . . .
“Wrap your legs around me.” Andie demanded, and Lisa did as requested. Both hot, wet pussies pushed against each other. Andie rocked back and forth still kissing Lisa hard both girls moaning their actions. Andie opened her drawer to her end table and grabbed a vibrating egg. She slid it between her pussy lips, turned it on.
Then she kissed Lisa hard as she ground her vibrating pussy. Lisa wanted to scream, but it was all muffled in the passion kiss. Their tongue danced back and forth and teased each other. Lisa body rocked against Andie’s rhythm. They were bouncing on the bed once Andie turn up the vibration. . . their breast plowed into each other as they pounded their pussies into each other, but both were so wet.
Andie angle so that they pull away from the chests, but the legs were scissoring pushing the pussy harsher against each other.
“Oh. Yeah. Who. Is. My. Sexy. bitch?” Andie pounded out the words.
“Oh, yes. I. Am. Your. Sexy. Bitch!” Lisa pounded each word back with each pound of the pussy.
Andie grabbed Lisa’s breasts. . . Pushing her pelvis deep into the bed while she squirted all over Lisa’s pussy.
“Keep pounding, please.” Lisa begged.
“How. Bad. Do. You. Want. It?” Andie gasped and pounded the words breathlessly.
“Oh, yes. Yes. . . Yes. . . YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Lisa shrieked grabbing Andie’s back with her nails creating deep scratches all the way down. The girl stopped for a few moments. . . Andie put away the vibrator.
“Now we need to clean up. . .” Andie demanded. Lisa thought she meant a shower, but Andie crawled on top and twisted her back to they were belly to belly but Andie’s pussy was Lisa’s face and Andie was diving deep face into Lisa’s pussy.
“Lick me clean.” Lisa was slightly unsure, but she would smell the sweetness like a mixture of vanilla and honey. . . She lapped slowly at first. . .
“Be aggressive, girl. . . lick, suck, bite me.” She demanded pushing her pussy deep into Lisa face. Lisa took a deep breath and started to suck and lick the sweet wetness. Then she felt it. . . Andie going face deep into the pussy pushing her stiff tongue in and out of the dripping pussy. She could taste the mixture of herself and her partner juices. She was tongue fucking her and lapping the juices like a cat laps up a saucier of milk.
Lisa sucked Andie clit hard so hard she would feel her demanding partner grind against her face harder and faster. She tapped the clit, flicked it with her tongue and the nibbled and sucked . . . changing up the order. . . driving Andie so crazy that she too started to play with Lisa’s clit . . . licking and sucking it so hard, Lisa moaned against the clit creating a jolt and her pussy slightly drip into Lisa’s face.
Lisa was getting tired, but she wanted to cum just one more time. . . so pushed through. . . licking harder, sucking more intensely. . . moaning at the sensations of her own pussy. They both built up the last climaxes. . . Andie trembled, pushed hard to Lisa face and gushed deep into her mouth because she was screaming “oh yes” into Andie’s pussy. . . creating complete echoing vibrations.
Andie licked up Lisa once she came the last time.
“You were . . .”
“Amazing. Oh I know. I had a really good teacher.” Andie blew it off.
“I’ll let you get dressed.” Andie got up, got dressed, and exited the room.
Lisa slowly got dress. . . She was so tired, drained, but so refreshed. . . She had never had a partner make her orgasm so intensely.
She raced to at least thank Andie. She went into the bathroom, washed up and fixed her hair. Then she managed to see the crowd. . . She asked at least five people once she wouldn’t find Andie.
“Are you talking Andie Keller?”
“I think so. She had shorter hair, kind of a bob style. She had a black dress. . . ”
“You were ghosted.”
“What?”
“Andie used to own this house, but she died ten years ago. She was lesbian who got date raped and killed at a party. The Sorority has several parties to see if they can experience her. . . they says she is . . .
“Amazing.” Lisa was confused, but whatever happened didn’t matter. . . She knew what happened and how it felt. It was exactly what she needed. She went home slept off her hang over and studied the rest of the weekend. She aced all of her exams that semester.