The Command Performance

The unknown dominatrix walked boldly up to me and lifted the front of my skirt. She pointed out my modest endowment to the other ladies. While they laughed, she told me in a low voice,

"I can work with that."

Then someone else had lifted up the front of Jeff's maid's dress. I'm not sure what got a better laugh, the fact that he was wearing frilly panties, or that he seemed to be getting aroused.

"Bring us some wine glasses," Mistress Amanda ordered. Jeff pulled away from the group of women and started to head behind the bar. "Bring me a bar stood," she told me, pointing to a spot next to the old couch. Jan and the other dominatrix began looking over the selection of paddles nearby.

When they had all been served glasses of wine and were settled in on the couch, Mistress Amanda stood in front of them. She explained that we would play some songs, and then they would all have the opportunity to spank us with the paddles.

"If their performance isn't any good, make sure you let them know it," she instructed. "Keep in mind that these little boys are naughty perverts and enjoy being spanked, so if they do well, give them a spanking they will enjoy."

"Does that mean we have to jerk them off?" Tammy asked. I think we all laughed at that.

"Certainly not," Mistress Amanda said with a roll of her eyes. She then took her seat of authority on the bar stool next to the couch and pointed to Jeff and I with her riding crop. "You may start at any time."

We opened the show with a song that was always a crowd pleaser when our band covered it, thinking that would be a smart decision. Jeff was on the electric guitar and backing vocals for that one, and I sang lead while playing keys. Although the vocals were rough and instrumentally it didn't sound as full as I'm used to hearing it, judging by the expressions on the ladies faces, and their positive reaction when we kicked off the song, we seemed to have a good start.

That song has a really elaborate guitar solo at the end that Jeff wasn't even going to attempt, so we just left that out and repeated the final chorus a second time. The ladies didn't seem to miss the solo.

We had this little chord progression worked out at the end to segue into the second song, which was in a different key. It seemed we had wasted a lot of time working on that earlier, and we stumbled through it at best.

The second number has been almost as popular as the first, and also got a positive reaction from the ladies. Jeff took the lead vocals on the second verse, which had this high note in it that there was no way I could hit. He did okay.

That song has a distinctive guitar solo near the end. Maybe not a complicated one, and Jeff thought he could pull off a simplified version of it. I'd say he only did a fair job, but the ladies seemed to be blown away by it, maybe just because he gave it a shot.

We got some good applause from our small audience. Tammy, sounding a little drunk on her wine, shouted out for another popular song that our band covers, while Jeff put down his electric guitar and picked up the acoustic.

The third number we played wasn't in our band's repertoire. It was a classic rock song that Jeff had learned back when he was first starting to play. I just did some light piano in the background so it would have that unplugged feel to it.

The vocals were in Jeff's range and he sounded pretty good on those. Musically I thought we covered it well too, and it might have been the most polished sounding tune we'd played so far.

For the last song of our set, Jeff was back on the electric guitar and I sang the lead vocals. It wasn't a really popular song when our band covered it, but it was really upbeat and we thought it would make a strong closer.

As planned, we both did some improvised solos near the end, sort of trading back and forth, using some visual cues we had worked up in advance. Our improvisational skills left something to be desired, although the ladies seemed to enjoy the music.

It was at that point I realized I had forgotten about the way I was dressed and was actually having a good time. There was some real satisfaction in having put together a halfway decent show under pressure, and on such short notice.

When the song ended, we told the ladies that was all we had prepared. They wanted to hear more. Mistress Amanda didn't believe the show was over, though we insisted those were the only songs we had.

"I heard you little boys working on other songs. Give us an encore," she demanded, getting off her bar stool and brandishing her riding crop. That got the other ladies agitated and they also became more demanding.

Now the truth is we had plans for a few encores, just in case this situation came up. As we pulled out the notes we'd made for our other songs, Mistress Amanda walked over.

"Well, look here. It seems these two naughty boys told us they were done, when they really had an encore all planned out," she said as if disappointed, though I think she was somewhat impressed that we still had more material to play.

"Perhaps we should take a short break here," Mistress Amanda said, walking over to the wire spool table and handing paddles to the ladies. "We need to let them know how we've enjoyed the show so far."

We tried to protest but Jeff was taken off to one side by Mistress Amanda and Tammy. I was somewhat thrilled to be paired with the unknown dominatrix, although she was wielding the schoolhouse paddle and her riding crop.

Jan was holding a small, thick, black leather paddle, and walking over to me as well. Unlike Tammy, who was giving Jeff's bare ass a few timid swats with a ping pong paddle, these two ladies looked imposing and confident.

"Take off your skirt, bitch," The unknown dominatrix commanded. They had me backed into a corner behind my keyboard. I was actually a little scared, but aroused as well, maybe you know what that's like. Even before I dropped my skirt I'm sure they could tell that my penis was about halfway erect.

They just snickered, took me by my shoulders and turned me around to face the wall.

"The safe word is, mercy please," the unknown dominatrix said, before landing a firm swat of the wooden paddle across my buttocks.

Jan stood on the opposite side of me and her leather paddle made a loud and painful smack on my right butt cheek.

The schoolhouse paddle boomed across my ass once more, and I gave a gasp of pain.

"That's a little rough, isn't it?" asked the unknown dominatrix, lightly stroking my long hair. I wasn't sure if she was taunting me or asking a serious question.

"Yes, Mistress," I said meekly, not knowing what title she preferred to be called.

The only reply was from Jan, whose leather paddle smacked firmly on the left cheek of my ass.

They continued spanking me, alternating one swat from each. The pain, it was maybe just the right amount sometimes, but other swats were right on the edge. I just wanted to tough it out for them as I stared at the dark, fake wood paneling on the basement wall, tears starting to creep into my eyes.

I was vaguely aware of Mistress Amanda giving Jeff a hard paddling, and trying to coach Tammy to do the same. She was squealing with excitement, but also shocked that Jeff seemed to enjoy it. That probably would have been funny to watch, but I was too preoccupied with my own ass getting spanked by two ladies that knew what they were doing, and also enjoyed their roles.

Mistress Amanda then said it was time for us to play our encore. I was relieved the spanking was over. I was also somewhat embarrassed that my modest sized cock was now fully erect and oozing pre cum. I tried to put on the skimpy plaid skirt as quickly as I could, even though it did little to conceal it. The unknown dominatrix watched me with a satisfied smile.

The first encore song usually went over pretty well when our band played it. For our arrangement, Jeff was on the bass and I was on the acoustic guitar. We shared the lead vocals since it is supposed to be a harmony part, and I'll admit it was rough, though we were able to work the name Mistress Amanda into the lyrics, and that seemed to please her.

Jeff did this slap bass solo near the end, and we repeated the last chorus a few times, daring to improvise a few final lyrics, just to milk it out a bit longer. I thought my acoustic guitar playing came together pretty well near the end, but the important part is that the ladies enjoyed the song.

The second and final encore just happened to be the song that Tammy had requested earlier. She was thrilled and cheered when we started it off. I had passed the acoustic guitar to Jeff for that song and I was back on the keys.

Of all the songs we had worked on, I have to admit this was the worst one as far as our performance went. Maybe if we'd had a bit more time we could have been more solid on it.

The original plan had been to skip the guitar solo, which is normally played on the electric. Maybe Jeff was caught up in the moment or something, because he dared to improvise something instead of going straight to the bridge like we'd planned.

That threw me off and I stumbled on the rhythm part, eventually playing the right chords, while Jeff was sloppily playing a solo, knowing he was crashing and burning.

I called out to him to just go into the last chorus, which he did, maybe happy to be out of the solo, and we just ended with the final chords of the song after that.

Rough as that last song had been, the ladies applauded and gave a few cheers. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was they were thrilled to get their encore.

Now of course they shouted for a few more songs. We told them that was all we had. Tammy was shouting for another popular one we played with the band. Mistress Amanda had gotten off her bar stool and was leafing through all of our notes and lyric sheets, her riding crop tucked underneath one arm.

At last they seemed convinced that we were out of material. Mistress Amanda said something about a finale and that we would be given a few more swats. I was not thrilled about that at all because my butt was still hurting.

The unknown dominatrix gave me an evil grin as she got up off the couch and pointed to a spot along the wall where I assumed she wanted me to stand. I begged quietly for her to be merciful, explaining that I was still sore, but I offered no resistance and obediently stood facing the wall, dropping my skirt around my ankles without being ordered to do so, hoping my submission might win some favor with her.

Although I was in position, she had stopped by the wire spool table and was taking her time selecting a paddle, maybe just to build the tension. I just stared at the paneling on the wall, waiting to tough out the spanking best I could.

Mistress Amanda was accusing Jeff of stalling for time, not putting down his guitar, and that attracted the attention of the other two ladies. He was begging not to be paddled, but I could tell he was just fooling around. I'm pretty sure he was thrilled at the chance to be dominated by three ladies at once.

The unknown dominatrix began to swat me with an erratic rhythm that kept me off guard. All paddles have a different feel and sound. This one was quiet but the impact was painful and I flinched each time it landed on my sore buttocks.

"I'll lick your boots," I offered. "I'll make them really clean." I begged her, just because I needed a break. Thankfully the spanking stopped.

"I trained this one and still have a claim on him," it was Mistress Amanda talking to the unknown dominatrix. "Don't get too attached to him," I heard Mistress Amanda tell her as if it were a warning.

Then Tammy was squealing, saying that things were getting out of hand. Jan was using the schoolhouse paddle, landing heavy swats on Jeff's buttocks, which was a deep shade of red. He was crying out in pain, but still asking her for more.

Mistress Amanda walked back over to Jeff and before long our spankings were over. We were ordered to pour the ladies fresh glasses of wine, but were also allowed to pour glasses for ourselves. Jeff turned on the stereo and it was more of a regular party atmosphere after that.

At one point when Mistress Amanda was preoccupied with something, the unknown dominatrix handed me a scrap of paper and a pen, instructing me to write down my cell phone number for her. I did as I was told, but was a little nervous about it since Mandy had confronted her during my spanking. In fact, I didn't even dare to ask what her name was.

Mandy seemed to think of me as her slave even though we had stopped playing together. Although the two women seemed to be friends, I now had the impression that Mistress Amanda was a bit territorial when it came to submissive men.

When I drove home later that night, I was feeling great, aside from my sore bottom. If you're a musician and you've played a good gig, your mind is riding high on that for a while afterwards, and it was that sort of feeling.

That command performance turned out to have some positive effects. Jeff and I would continue learning new songs to present to the band. However, thanks to our crash course in working up creative arrangements, songs that we had previously thought the band couldn't cover, maybe something musically or vocally, we figured out ways around those difficulties.

Also, while Jeff and I had always gotten along well, I had thought of him only as a good coworker. After the command performance, he became a good friend, and those are tough to come by. I suppose the fact that we knew about each other's kinky private lives and had that in common had a lot to do with that. Stressful and even painful as the command performance had been, after the fact we both agreed it had been a good time.

About the supposed bachelorette party rules that night, and what happens at the party stays at the party, some information leaked out. I suspect it was Tammy that blabbed, and in the usual rumor mill tradition, the information was twisted and exaggerated as the stories were passed.

There were a few times when band members or other people told either Jeff or myself something like, I heard that you played some drag show last month. Possibly the wildest rumor was that one of us had picked up some lady at a bar and she took us to some underground S & M club, where we were tortured by women all night. We just brushed off those rumors best we could, saying it never happened.

The unknown dominatrix and Mistress Amanda, I would be involved with them in the near future, and there was some drama between those two alpha females as a result.

Perhaps that story will be written some other time.