Rock Me, Mistress!

Paige joined an all-girl rock band for the good times. Leader Jaime keeps creative control on a tight leash, but drummer Megan on an even tighter one! Paige can't help but lust for the cute drummer, but will Mistress Jaime allow her slave a little fun with her bandmate? Warning: for adults only! Contains explicit material, including F/f/f sex, a dominating Mistress and improper use of drum sticks. 5827 words.

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Excerpt:

We jammed for an hour or so, just her and me making some noise, before taking a break. Jaime was due back from work soon. My mind was still occupied with Megan, and being alone there with her, I suddenly felt it was a perfect opportunity to press the issue before Jaime arrived.

"So seriously,what's the deal, though?" I asked as I put my guitar aside. "You know I'm not the type to cause drama... that no band relationships excuse is some weak shit."

Megan blushed. She chuckled awkwardly and stole a quick glance at the door, as if hoping Jaime would show up and save her from her predicament.

"Come on, Megs..." I looked at her, brushing my wavy, auburn hair behind my ears. "I think you're into me too."

"Yeah..." she looked away.

"And you guys have an open relationship, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's not the problem..."

"So?"

She sighed. "Well, Jaime has to, um, give me permission, you know?"

"So it's just a matter of convincing Jaime?" I wondered. "Why do you even need her permission if it's an open relationship?"

"That's just how it is."

I raised my eyebrows in disapproval as Megan looked at me apologetically. But fuck, I couldn't take it anymore. She was so unbelievably adorable, especially now, so clearly uncomfortable and so visibly trying to hide it. How was it even possible to be so goddamn cute? I just wanted to jump her and kiss those pretty lips of hers. I made my way around her drum kit and stood before her. Megan, still sitting on her drum stool, looked up at me, her face red as a tomato. I didn't bother asking for permission. Unlike her, I didn't need it. I took her head in my hands and leaned down to kiss her. Our lips pressed together warmly as my hair cascaded over her face. I could feel the slight hesitation in her as we kissed, but soon her hands grabbed my waist tightly and pulled me closer. Then, she broke off our kiss and pressed her cheek to my belly as I caressed her hair.

"Hey girls!" We both turned our heads simultaneously at the direction of Jaime's voice. She was standing at the door watching us, a big grin on her face. Megan hastily turned away from me and waved meekly at her girlfriend.

"Hey Jaime," I said and chuckled. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"Yeah I know the feeling." She stepped into the garage and put her guitar case down. "I don't blame you, Paige. But Megs... you should've known better." She eyed her.

"Yeah, sorry..." Megan mumbled.

"I don't know if that's good enough, Megs."

"We were just having a little fun," I started, "there won't be any drama or anything, don't worry."

"I'm not worried about drama," Jaime answered, her eyes still fixed on Megan, who was looking down at the floor sheepishly. "Megan isn't allowed to kiss anyone without my permission. Isn't that right, Megs?"

Megan nodded. Jaime walked over to her, a stern expression on her face. She took Megan's chin in her hand and tilted her face up so that their eyes met. I watched, a little uncomfortable at Jaime's dominant display. They were supposed to have an open relationship; what was the big deal?
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