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.
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 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.
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.
