Jake’s Mistress

Maggie was lost in the pounding beat of drum solo. She was back stage at Faction’s Austin concert watch Jake Jennings pound out his third drum solo of the night. Sweat dripped off every inch of his muscular body. She saw each of his sculpted, massive arm muscles bulge and contract as they pounded a fast, hard rhythm that defined Faction’s hard core sound.

Around his biceps, Maggie was surprised to see her arm cuffs. Created especially for Jacob, she thought of the metal cuffs as bed sport tools. She was worried to see them on here. The pain had to be constant. His performance sure wasn’t suffering. In fact it was better than any of the past shows she’d seen.

The lights went dark. When the lights came up Maggie was gone. She would see Jake tomorrow. She was pleased to see him so happy. She would enjoy pleasing him tomorrow night.

“Let’s go,” Jake yelled at his band mates. “I am so ready for my D&D time. You fuckwads are cutting into my me time.”

“You won’t need a whip boy, I am about to give you my fist.” Jake yelled from the bathroom as he pulled on his shirt.

“We all want the Desire pussy. Jake you just need to calm it down. Maeve won’t even have to touch you before all that special sauce you’ve saved for her goes running down your leg,” Dylan ribbed Jake.

“How ya know it’s special?” Bryce chortled. “Is it tasty to Dylan?”

“Fuck ya’ll,” Dylan said giving Bryce the two-bird special as he got in the limo to head to Desire.

Everyone laughed, but each member of Faction loved Desire. Their fantasies weren’t tame. Desire had even fueled whole new fantasies since Jack had first took them five years ago. Tonight Jake seemed the one ready to burst. His favorite Dom called Desire home, and he was ready for a session. Hell he had been born ready.

Backstage in her own dressing room. Maggie was transforming herself into Maeve. Mistress Maeve was an Amazon warrior who took no shit off anyone. She was 5‘9 before her four inch kick-ass boots. Tonight Maggie’s short hair was covered with Maeve’s shoulder link blue-black hair that sported liberal deep cherry stripes. Pulled in a teased knot on the top of her head, her hair flowed in a warrior mane behind her. The two silver spikes were her favorite pricking probes for the disobedient. Her statuesque frame was captured in a tight leather harness that held loops and holders for 7 whips, four probes, and six leather restraints – she was better equipped than Batman. Her tight leather pants displayed a muscled ass and sculpted legs. Her boots laced up the back of her calves and she looked like the bad ass she was. There was only minimal make-up on her beautiful face as she placed a half-mask on her face that covered her small, pert nose. The mask hooded her ice blue eyes and accentuated her strong chin and defined cheeks. Her thick, sensual lips were lined, painted red and sealed in a wet gloss that made her mouth the focal point of her face.

Transformed, she used the back hallway to the private room where the show was in progress. She stepped on the stage as the fans were closing. In the next instance Maeve stepped out flicking her whip and was the first to step forward for the lap dance.

Three foot from Jacob, her whip smacked again. Jake was up and in the next switch it wrapped around his forearm and he was at her feet. Using her whip, she circled him, Striking close and far, using a predatory stride as she swirled him. Adding the electric pulse to the whip tip and she could see his shudder of anticipation as the whip danced closer to his skin. With a flick of her crop and a push of his chest he was flat on the floor. She stood over him, foot on his chest.  Her ass moved in time with the music as her whip circled her head. Jake shuddered and hardened, waiting for the blow. In a crescendo of movement, her whip tapped and touched leaving light marks. Then darker marks, ending with five lashes leaving welts across his chest.

Without a word, she turned, and strode from the room, knowing Jake followed.

Jack's Sin

Sin twirled in the dressing room and blew a kiss at her curvaceous leather form in the mirror. “Baby you fucking rock.” She said to herself as she left the dressing room for a night of rare fun.

As her ass swayed seductively thanks to her gait and the wiggle God had graced her with, she was admired by all she passed. Sin had an unwholesome beauty that pulled to everyone – she was never the sweet one, but the one you fantasized about while getting off. And unlike Jessica Rabbit, Sin had carefully taken the genetic gifts she had been granted and had drawn her own sinful self  --  and built the kingdom of pleasure that surrounded her.

Not a single soul questioned she was the Queen of Desire – the most high-end, exclusive sex club in Austin, Texas. Desire was Sin’s business and it was the also the name of her club. Not that neon flashed it or any ad proclaimed it. It was whispered, and if ever seen, it was on a black card with gold overlay. Tasteful. Discreet. Beyond the reach of the vanilla world.

“Hey Sin, two girls called,” said Tony, the bartender, but Sin’s regal red tipped finger pointed up, stopped the flow of words. She leaned forward, “ Tell Cami. I am only interested in the VIPs.”

One VIP in particular, Jack, she mused and a smile made her beauty sensual. The need to please her tangible.

Jack’s band – Faction- would be here as well. She had Mistress Maeve, her best dom, ready. She had dancers, performance stage two reserved, and five or six companions ready for the night’s entertainment. And the club offered every kink and sexual fantasy in imagination. Most of which Sin had enjoyed in her life.  It was rare Sin was part of the entertainment menu now that she owned Desire, but more her style to pick lovers for the fun of it.

Tonight was the best of both worlds. Jack rescued her and made this dream possible. He was her own personal cum fantasy. One fantasy that was so rarely a reality with his band and her club’s success.  A buzz in her ear followed by “Faction in front walking up now.” Sin handed her ear piece to Cami, kissed her manager and squealed like the fan girl she would always be when it came to Jack.

Sin watched as the band walked off the elevator. In the lead was Jack, black hair, which was longer than her breast length hair swinging behind him. His dark muscular arms were wrapped in sensual sleeves of tat art. His T-shirt red and painted on so Sin could count each one of his eight pack. And his damn jeans made her wet before he touched her they always looked just old enough to be his favorite and just tight enough to make his hard ass stand out against the denim. And he had on the biker boots Sin had given him two years ago. 

Swinging back the mane and looking up, Jack smiled, and the magic charisma and sensuality came alive on his sculpted features. “So sinful babe, you are a sight for a Jack who’s not had near enough naughty play.”

“Oh no you aren’t a dull boy are you?” Sin teased. “Good thing I am such a spicy treat.”

“Darling I am already on fire,” purred Jack in the voice that made thousands of girls cream their panties at every show.

“Please bro, let me get my chance at Sin before ya steal her away.” Said Jake, the drummer and Jack’s brother. He was two year’s younger, two inches shorter and was so ripped that Sin could see every contour of his chest, bulging biceps, and back muscles she forgot even existed till she saw Jake.

“Give me some of that beefcake honey,” Sin laughed and hugged Jake. Soon she was passed from band mate to band mate as each squeezed hugged and rubbed against her. She swore those men were more like a pack of wolves rubbing their scent all over her and getting her scent on them.

Jack watched as his best friends greeted his woman, with a shake of his head, he regretfully added, for tonight. Sin was a beautiful jaguar who was sensual, beautiful and wild. One that couldn’t be owned, tamed, or even claimed for more than a night. Her sensual green eyes were her only obvious feline attribute. But from her walk to her screams in bed she was a feline predator and just a touchy as any cat he had ever met. He loved that she had chosen a modified Mistress outfit tonight. Her leather corset mini enhanced those melon shaped tits – that were 100 percent natural. The tight pull of the dress maximized the curves and flared at the ass that was his downfall. The killer legs and thigh high leather boots were bad ass. But he needed to get lost with that ass.

As Jack grabbed for that ass, a crop he hadn’t seen smacked his hand, and his cock stood at attention – Mistress Sin was feisty tonight.

“Come with me, tonight is about pleasure of the senses and your eyes will receive it first.”

All the men followed, no one refused Mistress Sin. The room was dark. In every corner was furniture, cushions and other places to find minutes of release. In the center was a large rounded leather sofa that seated 10. On it were four of her most delicious morsels. She had handpicked them for the band. Two topless servers male and female, so dark and sensual they could have been twins, served each person without speaking. As they faded to the background the music and lights started and quickly the show began.

First came Kat’s fan dance. Feathers and fans covered tasty bits as she moved seductively through a beaded curtain to a slow seductive song. The fans swirled and feathers flew away as Kat’s large tits became the star of the show. She gyrated, tempted and looked like the fallen angel her fan dance represented.

Jack’s hand was up her skirt, pleasuring Sin’s folds and clit to the slow sensual rhythm of the dance.  Sin relaxed, knowing she wouldn’t get to start until Jack gave her at least an orgasm or two. She watched the alluring art of her fan dancer and let herself feel each stroke, each beat of the song and began moving in time, as each stroke brought her closer, each movement enhanced her need, each time was like fire licking up her inside. Her ass rocked against his crotch and his cock was a live beast wanting loose, yet Jack ignored it as he brought her higher. Sin could no longer think just accept the pleasure and she screamed as she climaxed and the song ended and Jack laughed, “Baby I love the sound of you getting off.”

With not an ounce of shame, she said, “Not near as much as I do.”

Next came Justine’s pole dance -- erotic and aerodynamic. The sensuality of the last dance contrasted completely with the fast, hard tempo that took it to industrial or techno levels as she gyrated and moved with the pole. Through the song, Jack stroked her hair, rubbing his hands all over her body, unlacing her corset and plunging those hard hands down into the corset freeing her breasts.

“I cannot keep my hands off you. Do you want to go?” Jack whispered, ready to tear off her clothes and fuck her on the spot.