Rocking Dominatrix

By Mistress Daria

This Hot Lesbian BDSM short is about Kathy, a fan who on a whim, got up on stage with the all female band Glam Slam. After she captured the lust of the two hottest members of the group, but she quickly finds out that the others were all submissive as hell. She then decides to use her luscious body and uninhibited Dominating sexuality to conquer the world of Lesbian rock. She soon discovers that show business is really filled with Lesbian Submissive’s just waiting to be controlled.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Mistress Daria
• Release date: May 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370685097

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Rocking Dominatrix

By Mistress Daria

Copyright 2017 Mistress Daria

All rights reserved.

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior consent of the author or publisher.

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I adored the group Glam Slam for as long as I could remember. They had short hair and beautiful bodies that they rocked across stages from east to west. I guess you might call me a kind of a groupie. I knew the words to every song and knew each beat and nuance of Glam Slam's hard hitting yet sometimes velvety music that enhanced the sexually charged energy that only a woman can relate to.

Yeah, I know, the pedicures, gorgeous hair colors, and gym workouts all added to their abilities to become the temptresses that no-one could resist.

There I was, jumping up and down in the crowd like a banshee in front of my favorite group. The tickets were $150 a piece for this intimate and casual venue. The lights were low and the place was packed with sexy bodies gyrating to their music. Everyone was ecstatic while bouncing around to their sensual music. The lead singer, Larisa, pulled a few of the sizzling in the audience women up on stage and I happened to find myself to be one of them.

However, unlike the others, I grabbed the bongo drum I saw laying on a chair. I strapped it over my shoulder and beat it like a trained musician to the sound of the music I knew so well.