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.

“Undress.” Mistress Maeve commanded.

In silence she watched with the mirror as he silently undressed.

“Sex” she said, knowing he understood. The mistress did not fuck her slaves. She had minions for that. Jake did not always want that release.

He nodded.

“Submit.” She said. He shook his head no. He never spoke in her dungeon unless directed to. He knew he did not need to be disobedient to get the pain he needed. He was one of her most respectful masochists. It always interested Maeve that despite his strong pain fetish, he chose not to engage in the submissive and dominant role play most of her clients needed even more than the pain. It was a need that had compelled her to her current lifestyle.

With that she lowered her center beam and stretched him arms behind him at an uncomfortable level and tightly bound them above his head so every movement would enhance his pain. She could see the desire throbbing in his massive cock, like his muscle bound body, Jake’s cock was thick, veined and straining in its metal cockring. She could see the three metal rings had already imbedded into his skin, creating a study level of pain.  Maeve marveled at his fore thought. His cock ring would have allowed him to enjoy the show that otherwise could not have stimulated him.

Looking at his chestnut brown wavy hair that was shaggy and sexy hitting his chin at just the perfect angle. It softened a hard jaw line and thick neck that was as corded. He had a Roman nose that created a strong profile, but his eyes and lips took a hard face and made it sexy and soft. He had laugh lines around his eyes and she knew there were dimples that went with his ready smile. Now he was staring in appreciation and anticipation, his sensual mouth pouting, his eyes smoldering – the wanting and need there almost overwhelmed her.

Without another thought, the whip cracked and the session began. Jacob sighed as the first blow hit him. He needed the pleasure and release of Maeve’s dungeon. He could always take off the top level of his need with Maeve’s toys. Toys she had designed for him. He was never fulfilled until he left her dungeon, sore and sated. He knew he was a twisted fuck, but now he was just thankful that someone could satisfy his particular kink.

As the whip lashed him four times, five, six, seven, his desire peaked, and the pleasure intensified as his cock felt the hard metal bite of his metal cock ring. A device of pain. It took his breath away as he watched his six foot Amazon’s mouth smile as she delivered the eighth, ninth and tenth stroke of the whip. His breath was coming in gasps as she circled him. She kneeled, pressed a release button and the rings unfastened and fell away. He groaned as the pain left, leaving him feeling hollow, needing. Another release and his arm bands fell away. He now felt naked and exposed with no guarantee of pain

.

 She silently attached two electrodes to his nipples atop his fully ripped pecs. The wire attached to a cock ring she snapped in place. With the electric current at her fingertip, she pressed it for three seconds and he gasped, panting as he arched his back.

“You only receive pain from my hand tonight.”

 And she turned up the electric jolt he moaned as his nipples and balls quivered from the current. He hadn’t thought his balls could get tighter. Three more zaps and suddenly his hands released and fell to the floor in surprise.

“Stay” Mistress Maeve growled as she dug her boot into the small of his back. Bending low, she took her wheel of pain and traced his spine. He spasmed as the pleasure pain allowed coursed through him. He could feel a release mounting. His cock ached for release. He was afraid he would embarrass himself by losing it too soon. When he came the session was always over. It had to last longer.

With a kick of her pointed heel and a buzz, he heard “On all fours now. Count.” And without any warning he felt the sting of the holed wooden paddle. His favorite one. “One,” he sighed. He counted as each came, no harder but in fast succession until he could hardly say “Fifteen” as he gasped in pleasure, desiring to touch his cock more than anything in the world. Three strokes and he would cum. He needed it. He was so fucking hard and he could feel the pre-cum drip out his head.

“Tonight you fuck. But I own the release. Do not disappoint me. I have a new tool I will use during your release, if you succeed in surviving my torture. Answer me, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Maeve. You own my release.” His voice growled softly as he fought to control his breathing. As Mistress Maeve watched, she could feel her own juices flowing. She wasn’t sure she would survive if he made it to the end. His discipline always excited her. He was temptation to her strict control. In fact, they both needed a break. She spiked the setting and set his nipples and scrotum burning from the one second shock. He twitched and gasped on the floor as he heard on footsteps recede.

Maeve pressed button two and her sub came to her. She bent over. “Fuck me. Make me cum in two minutes and I will reward you.” He gasped, ripped away the crotch of her leather pants and bent over while he fucked her. Grabbing two nipple weights she freed her pert breasts and clamped each with the weights. Already she was feeling the orgasm build. Quickly, she brought her fingers to her clit as her slave grabbed her ass and stuck his long hard cock in her. His finger massaged her ass. The weights pulled on her tits and her fingers squeezed her clit and she was fucked hard, fast and deep. She came in a minute and said, “Two,” Her sub moved faster and harder as his fingers explored her ass. The stimulation was exquisite. Her mind’s eye saw Jake fucking her with those overdeveloped he-man muscles and she wanted to submit to the fantasy Jake. The one who wanted to dominate her and make her beg. She came again, and again. And fucked. She said, “Find release.” Her ass was invaded and three minutes later her sub was crying in relief. He kissed her boot, looking for direction. “Speak.”

“Thank you mistress. May I be of further service?”

“No. Go shower and you may play for one hour in the BDSM stage and play house.”

A look of amazement and gratitude entered his eyes. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, waiting. She smiled. He had learned so well. After thirty seconds she snarled, “Dismissed.”

He left through the door he came. She returned her crotch and fixed her top and pressed the button for Jake’s minion. He liked fucking warrior women, women built like her. Too bad she was all about dominance, and he was only about pain. Their kinks didn’t connect.

Jake breathed in and thought of drum beats. The rhythm settled him. He repeated it in his mind, tapping his fingers to the beat in his head, resting himself, losing himself in the repetition and beat. Soon his heart was calmer, his breath less ragged, and his cock. His cock was still rock hard. However it was no longer trying to take control to force the release that seemed all important moments before.

He heard two sets of heels on the floor. He did not look up. He was still in the position he had fallen. His balls still pinched and smashed, that was a tasty haze of pain.

“Up.”

Jake stood and all of him was at attention.

“Move to the table. Bring her pleasure. She needs no pain. I will bring the pain.”

Jake smiled and both ladies in the room felt a gush as his face truly lit up with a smile. He kissed her.  He smiled down as he captured her sultry lips and he knew she was his for the taking.  He took. As he lavished his tongue on her breasts, she moaned and he received a shock. He rubbed her nipples, bouncing her breasts, worshiping each in turn, each moan she gave he was rewarded with an electric pulse. He moaned. He moved down. Rubbing her clit, feeling her wet juices flowing freely. He opened her thick lips, swollen with the blood flowing through her engorged vulva. He licked her clit, and slipped first one then two fingers inside, using the come hither move to make her G-spot purr and her clit hum as he felt the first shudders of her first orgasm, he felt the Cat of Nine tails strike his back just hard enough, and titillating pulses made his balls ache for release. His breathing increased, his need fed her need and without hesitation, he flipped her ass up.

She tensed and he knew this wasn’t what did it for her. He massaged her ass. Kissed her inner thigh and tongued and slurped her juices as she relaxed. He flipped her back and saw she was lost in her need. “Fuck me” she sighed.

Smiling down, he did just that. Rolling on the condom by the table, He rested her legs on his shoulders and buried himself inside her. Quickly he felt her beat. Every person had a sexual rhythm, and he owned hers. It was a hesitant beat two parts aggressive, three parts sensual and a twist. Like he was building the base of the song. He started slowly building the beat, it became stronger, she moaned. He moved to her beat and lost himself in the repetition, soon she was moaning, but he knew she was barely there. He grabbed her breasts and kneaded the beat there and she turned white hot. As the beat became all-consuming and her moans became screams, he felt the aggressive beat with a riding crop and it was sweet torture. Lost in the symphony of percussion that was her body and his pain, Jake almost lost the game. He almost came as she fell off the deep end and fell through a ripping orgasm that shuttered into one two and ongoing ripples through her body. If he had not felt a strong bit of the crop, he would have forgotten the play. Deep breath, he remembered he wanted an encore. He switched his depth and worked her clit and he felt her pleasure.

Mistress Maeve, grasped his balls and squeezed and Jake knew it was so close that he almost lost his special sauce. And that thought of earlier in the day, closed the door to his orgasm and he slowed his beat to bring his beauty down. After the show and the pain of the past two days. He needed a good fucking. He knew this beauty would help him cum when the time was right. He smiled down, happy he could satisfy such a beautiful stranger.

“Sit.” Her whip cracked to the chair. A small wooden chair with hardly any back.

“Suck him” she told her minion. As the pace built, Maeve added the flog. The chair back dulled the impact, so she could hit hard. She saw his shudder as the pain and pleasure warred in his body.

As she poured burning was on his shaved chest, she whispered,” Cumming would feel good now. So good. Like this wax burns. Ready to give in baby.”

Jake laid his head back and looked into her eyes showing her his need, his pleasure as the burning was touched his skin, and above all his determination to see the finish line.

With a husky laugh, she said, “You are my disciplined one.” With each suck and stroke, wax dripped down in a burning line on his flesh. Jake loved wax. It was so sensual and the pain sweet every time. He was lost in sensation. He locked out his beat. Because if he let his body go into that beat he would not finish this race.

As the pleasure of the blow job became the pain of denial, Maeve said. “Time to fuck. On all fours.”

She complied. Ass high, head looking into the mirror in anticipation. Jake stayed still. He knew he needed the break and Mistress Maeve would instruct. He wanted the surprise. “Jake take her. When she comes again. I will say release, and you may work to your own release. I will provide your reward then, if you please me.”

Jake, rolled on his second condom, and buried himself deep in her, and loved the sensation of fucking. His body sore from his session, the pain was spicy and always there. As she began to beg for more, he grabbed her ass and swayed her tits and she moaned. The first whip reached his bicep and stung. A second whip captured his other bicep and he almost came then. When the first shock hit his arms, nipples and balls at the same time, he shuddered and found her beat. She screamed and fell into a deep orgasm, threatening to drag him down. As the pulses continued and her walls clenched around his thick cock, squeezing it. He wanted to come hard.

“Release,” whispered in his ear. And he almost groaned in relief. He found his beat. The one that was a driving rhythm of release. He felt his eyes covered and ice slid down his ass crack and against his balls and he trust harder as the sensation excited then a warm lube excited his ass and a hot glass probe slid into his ass and the pain triggered a deep orgasm. He shuddered, thrust, pounded hard as the release tore through him. He was so glad he had made it. It was exquisite to come with the sensation of hot wax in his ass. He shuddered and drew her to him as Mistress Maeve left the room.

He knew he could keep the pretty Amazon in his arms as long as he wanted. His Mistress of Pain was gone until the next time the siren of pain brought him to her dungeon door.