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Tonya Addams sighed with relief as the last of the fans with backstage passes left the room. The backstage meet and greets were always fun and entertaining, though not for the reasons one might expect. At least, not for her. She loved meeting the fans, of course, hanging out for a few minutes talking, signing autographs. But that was only part of it. No, the real fun was having to get through them usually at least half distracted by the egg vibrator buried inside her. It went in before the concert, and didn't come out until she was in a bedroom with her Mistress. And the whole time, the settings (controlled by remote) were being manipulated. Sometimes a low buzz, sometimes ramped up to full (god, that could throw her off in the middle of a song), sometimes turned off entirely, but usually in the middle ranges.
Of course, she would be punished afterwards for making mistakes during the concerts. And this last concert had had more than a few. Tonya's stomach tightened as she glanced at her manager sitting nearby. Mirae Yong had been quite the score for a manager/agent for Tonya. The woman had a considerable amount of managing experience from her years in the K-pop sector of the industry, and was quite respected and very good at her job. So much so that, within a year of signing as her client, Tonya had been gladly letting Mirae manage far more than just her music career. Most of her life was governed by the older woman, and Mirae in fact was her Mistress.
It had come as a shock to the petite, 5'1" singer with long, slightly wavy blond hair and green/hazel eyes when Mirae had first persuaded her to spend the night. Despite her image as a strong, dominant, independent woman, Tonya had been very drawn to Mirae's advances, and soon found herself at the woman's feet, promising her a level of control over the pop star's life that most would look at as at best dubious and at worst blatantly abusive and controlling. And yet Tonya had never been happier, her life had never been more organized and stable. She found happiness and freedom, ironically, in surrendering her control entirely.
Some of Mirae's style had taken getting used to, in particular her favored kink and punishment. But Tonya had adapted and soon found herself enjoying it.
She smiled, glancing from Mirae to the door. "shall we head back to the hotel, Mistress?" She asked. The vibrating egg had done its job well, getting her entirely too worked up. And now Tonya was eager to get to privacy, to strip out of the outfit she wore, a simple black tank top and jeans with a loose black and red striped tie and metal-studded leather wristbands, and surrender to Mirae and the inevitable punishment. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, eyes tracing from Mirae's shoulders, down her arms, to the perfect hands. The hands that, soon enough, would be fists. Tonya flinched, abdominal muscles clenching reflexively as she imagined those fists soon striking it. Fuck, that was a hot thought. And by now that was a part of their routine. A very enjoyable part.
Of course, she would be punished afterwards for making mistakes during the concerts. And this last concert had had more than a few. Tonya's stomach tightened as she glanced at her manager sitting nearby. Mirae Yong had been quite the score for a manager/agent for Tonya. The woman had a considerable amount of managing experience from her years in the K-pop sector of the industry, and was quite respected and very good at her job. So much so that, within a year of signing as her client, Tonya had been gladly letting Mirae manage far more than just her music career. Most of her life was governed by the older woman, and Mirae in fact was her Mistress.
It had come as a shock to the petite, 5'1" singer with long, slightly wavy blond hair and green/hazel eyes when Mirae had first persuaded her to spend the night. Despite her image as a strong, dominant, independent woman, Tonya had been very drawn to Mirae's advances, and soon found herself at the woman's feet, promising her a level of control over the pop star's life that most would look at as at best dubious and at worst blatantly abusive and controlling. And yet Tonya had never been happier, her life had never been more organized and stable. She found happiness and freedom, ironically, in surrendering her control entirely.
Some of Mirae's style had taken getting used to, in particular her favored kink and punishment. But Tonya had adapted and soon found herself enjoying it.
She smiled, glancing from Mirae to the door. "shall we head back to the hotel, Mistress?" She asked. The vibrating egg had done its job well, getting her entirely too worked up. And now Tonya was eager to get to privacy, to strip out of the outfit she wore, a simple black tank top and jeans with a loose black and red striped tie and metal-studded leather wristbands, and surrender to Mirae and the inevitable punishment. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, eyes tracing from Mirae's shoulders, down her arms, to the perfect hands. The hands that, soon enough, would be fists. Tonya flinched, abdominal muscles clenching reflexively as she imagined those fists soon striking it. Fuck, that was a hot thought. And by now that was a part of their routine. A very enjoyable part.
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