Sex is fucking great but there are fewer things sweeter to me than a nice, fat overdriven guitar sound and I whiled away the time after dinner hammering away at some old Judas Priest and UFO songs. Fuck yeah! And I was so worn out after a few hours of that that I had a nice, deep sleep. I was pretty much dead to the world, as the cliche goes. However, because I had my Marshall half stack cranked (I wear ear plugs so I don't suffer any hearing loss like Pete Townshend and Ted Nugent, who are both deaf in one ear, have), I didn't hear my cellphone going off. I checked my voice messages and there was one from a girl who was in an all female Scorpions tribute band called Widow Scorpions. She wanted me to come down to audition. I had exchanged emails with her after she saw some of my You Tube stuff. I gave her my cell number and that is how she was able to call me. Their lead guitarist, the one who did all the Matthias Jabs parts, was leaving because she wanted to settle down with her fiance, especially since she was already pregnant. One of the things that intrigued her about me was that I not only had the ability to do Jabs' riffs and leads, but I also had a few of his signature model guitars. I am a huge fan of the guy's tone and style. He also uses a relatively uncomplicated stage setup with very few effects.

The next morning I called her and I made plans to go down to the rehearsal studio they practiced at the following week. I was only half serious about this. I figured it would be a fun jam and then I would go home and get on with my life. I asked her what their set list was and I already knew most of the songs anyway, but I listened to a bunch more and learned them, too.  I could also do a lot of the Uli Roth and Michael Schenker era (I'm mostly thinking Lovedrive here) material.

The day of the audition, I took a Marshall 50 watt head, my pedal board, which is fucking huge as those things go, and a 4x12 speaker cabinet with me as well as my Strat, my Gibson Flying V and the Jabs Explorer type model that is made by Demmenget  (about $6000 a pop) to the band's rehearsal studio. There were a couple of girls standing next to the door of one of the rehearsal rooms, one a white girl and the other Asian. I walked up to them and asked them if they played in the band and then told them who I was. "Hi Miwa, it's nice to meet you," the white girl, who was the bassist and was named Denise Faulkner, greeted me. The Asian girl was also Japanese-American, though a couple inches taller than me, and her name was Sandra Zaitsu. They invited me into the rehearsal space and I set my gear up. Of course, I was also introduced to the other members, drummer Brandy Overholt and singer Terry Martin.

Since the studios are rented by the hour, as soon as I was ready, we went right into it, beginning with "Blackout." I wasn't entirely warmed up before we kicked into it, but by the end of the tune I began to loosen up and we seemed to click really nicely. Then we launched into "Rock You Like a Hurricane" and we were killing. I was surprised by how good they were. I don't much rate female hard rock/metal singers generally except for Ann Wilson, who is unfuckingbelievable, but Terry's vocals had real balls without being either shrill or throaty. The version of "Dynamite" we did flat out smoked. After that was "Coming Home," another driving tune with a slow opening and the lead break just flowed off my fingers. So it went on like that for an hour and it was like I was born to play in that band. Sandra and Denise had both gone to Musician's Institute and were excellent players in their own right and Sandra's leads on the solos that Rudy Schenker normally did were very fluid, emotionally on point and aggressively presented.

"Fuck Miwa, you're the best female guitar player we've ever had audition for us," Terry praised. "Your playing is uber fierce! So you wanna join?" Shit, another entanglement. I really really enjoyed playing with them and I couldn't help but to say yes. I did that, though, with the proviso that we have a highly polished look and presentation and that Sandra get her amp fixed because it sounded kinda glassy, which means she needed a retube. "I have some money saved up that I can put into the band. I don't  want to come in here and just try to take over because that would be disrespectful, but I would really like to demolish audiences and be the best tribute band out there, even better than the Iron Maidens or Hell's Belles," I insisted. "Well, we haven't done that many gigs as yet, so anything that helps we're pretty good with," Terry answered.

We broke our gear down and caravaned over to Denise's place to hash some things out, mostly about equipment, stage presentation and marketing ourselves. The musicianship was there but I also had to say that if they weren't going to treat every show like it was Madison Square Garden, no matter how dumpy a dive it is, then I was going to back out because that is how you build an audience.

The next day, I met Sandra and we took her amp in to be serviced and then I bought her a spare stack plus another Flying V as a backup for her regular axe. Of course, she was incredibly grateful. In the car, we discussed what kind of stage outfits we should wear and shit. I also told Sandra to stop coloring her hair because we should exploit the marketing angle of having two hot Asian chicks playing guitar and the jet black hair would drive that home further. Fortunately, she wasn't offended and acceded to my request.

I also invited Sandra over to my home the day after that to jam in my music room. She fiddled around with a lot of my guitars and my different amp setups and I corrected some minor mistakes she was making in a couple songs that she had learned largely by ear. I also suggested that it would be better if they could rehearse at my place since it would be free, even if it was a bit of a hike for the other members, not to mention it was better from a creature comfort standpoint. She wasn't as enthusiastic about that idea and the other members would ultimately decide to keep paying for expensive rehearsal studio time just to save on how far they would have to drive. Oh well.

I made dinner for her and subsequently began to notice the way she was looking at me across from the dining room table. Then I recalled how lingering her hug had been after she walked through the door. Sandra was very good looking. At around 5'5" but only about 110 pounds, she was more willowy than I was and her breasts were definitely smaller, either small b cups or large A's. Rather than confronting her about whether she was gay or not, during a lull in the conversation, I just blurted out, "by the way, none of you guys will care that I'm bisexual, right?"  She smiled and replied, "no. Actually , Brandy is a lesbian and I'm bi, too," Sandra revealed. "Great! Maybe we can attract both boys and girls then," I giggled. "That would be totally hot," Sandra agreed.

When she was leaving to go home, Sandra hugged me tight again and then gave me a quick kiss. Now if I was still a guy I would totally want to bone her. In fact, I kinda lamented that I would no longer know that feeling of a pussy around my cock and would have to use strap ons or dildos to penetrate women with, but oh well, you can't have everything. I was enjoying being a female and didn't want to give it up.

Saturday, I took the groups members to a couple of clothing shops in Hollywood that specialize in dressing rock stars and I bought professional looking outfits for them. I also purchased PA and lighting systems s o we could do our own shows and not be dependent on needing to get into rooms with those things. We took Brandy's pickup truck, which had a camper shell on the back of it, and Sandra sat next to me in the camper on the way up and back and held my hand a lot of the time, which made me wet. She didn't put any big moves on me otherwise, though. Maybe she didn't want to in front of Denise, who was also in the camper with us. I was definitely up for anything she wanted to do, however.

Anyway, I was delighted that the other members had a work ethic and so we rehearsed quite a bit over the ensuing month and they agreed to add more of the Scorps Uli Roth era material to their repetoire such as "We'll Burn the Sky," "Speedy's Coming," "He's a Woman, She's a Man, "Picture Life" "Catch Your Train" and "Steamrock Fever." Sandra came over to my house to work on getting a lot of those guitar parts right and that is when we ended up becoming a couple. I warned, her, though, that we couldn't let our relationship or even a breakup affect the band or it would be sunk, so we had to see the group as more of a business and not drag whatever personal issues we were having with each other into it. She said she was on board with that idea. I hoped she really was and not just saying that to please me.

Here is how Sandra and I hooked up after the thing in the camper: she came to my house a few days hence to rehearse the songs I wanted us to be able to play. It was fun jamming with her. She's a real nice girl, more gregarious than I am. When we finished jamming, we sat next to each other on the sofa in my music room and she held my hand again. "Miwa, I think you're super cute and smart and just amazing," she began. "What do you think of me?' I rejoindered that I thought she was totally hot, a killer guitar player and that I liked how outgoing she was because I was a little more introverted by nature. "So you think we complement each other then?" she wanted to know. "I guess you could say that," I hesitated. She suddenly put her arms around me and started kissing me rather passionately, my lips eagerly meeting hers and our tongues exploring one another's mouths. Then I felt her untie the knot in my blouse and open it and unhook my bra while she peppered my neck and my upper chest with kisses. Her soft hands palmed my boobs while I slid my hands up the back of her t-shirt and undid her bra before pulling both it and her shirt off of her, leaving us both naked from the waist up.

I held her face in my hands just so that I could stare into her beautiful dark brown eyes before I kissed her again. She leaned her head down and lashed her tongue at my stiff nipples, jarring me with little pleasure charges. I was stroking the back of her head as she did that while my back was flat against the rear sofa cushion and my head was bent back, too, savoring the sensations. It felt like she was pulling lightning bolts out of my nipples every  time she would suck them, such was the intensity of the sensations she elicited from them. My pussy was gushing and my panties were as damp and steamy as a  mid-summer monsoon, something I'm sure she noticed when she pushed her hand under my jean shorts and panties to diddle my clit. I popped the button on my shorts and unzipped them for her so that she could have easier access. I did the same with her pants and she got up to dispatch them to the floor and pulled my shorts and panties off as well. "You know, we should probably go to bed," I suggested. She nodded yes and I led her by the hand to my sleep chamber.

We climbed into bed together and resumed groping each other. She sat up astride me so that I could suck on her perky nipples that were at the summit of her cute little boobies while she wrapped her arms around my neck. We were both pretty worked up now and she retreated to the middle of the bed so that she could split my uprights and tongue my pussy and clit. Her soft, wet tongue on my nubbin was electric and she had me cumming vociferously,  as I sopped her tongue with my wetness, each dart against my clit creating little embers of heat. She ate me like she just got here from Darfur and treated me to one climax after another, my thighs locking her head between them.

She pulled away and had me sit up with my arms behind me,  my knees up and my legs open. She scooted her legs over my body so that she could rub her pussy against mine, her soft, wet and hairy love tunnel forcing itself on my clit and bringing me to more orgasms and, even better, she had a couple herself. Sandra unhitched herself from my crotch and crawled over next to me and we held each other's smooth naked flesh.. I hugged her with as much strength as my little body could muster. "So where is this going?" she asked in that annoying way women do. "Uh, if I had to guess, I would say that we're girlfriends," I estimated. She hugged me and she told me she loved me. I echoed that sentiment to her. Actually, I was more in lust with her than love because I still like cock, but I didn't want her to feel left in limbo if I didn't say I loved her, too. I made her dinner and then she slept over with me before she left in the morning to get a change of clothes and go to her day job. I was still nude when I kissed her goodbye before she headed out the door.

She came over again the next night and we jammed. I then confessed to her that I still needed to get cock every now and again. "Having you fuck me with a strap on is hot, but it isn't a real dick," I informed her. She agreed and so we made a deal whereby we could both still have sex with guys as long as there wasn't anything emotional involved while we would be exclusive as a female couple. I mean, we had to be realistic that both of us were bisexual and needed contact with both sexes. We went to bed and had sex and she spent the night with me laying naked next to me with my arms around her. Getting up in the morning seeing someone as cute as Sandra nude next to you is a nice way to start the day, to say the least.

Friday, after she got off of work, she was over at my place yet again. After jamming for a while, we began making out and retired to my bed. In preparation for her arrival that night, I brought my ropes out and I tied her hands to the headboard and her legs to the feet of the platform my mattress is laying on. She didn't resist at all when I began binding her wrists, though she appeared to be a little anxious once she was spread eagled and vulnerable. "Do you like this?" I asked her. "Yes," she answered, giggling. I inserted a vibrating egg into her pussy and wacked it up about halfway. Then I tickled her for a few minutes until her face was flushed and she was panting. I upped the intensity of the vibrations in her pussy to full and then crawled between her legs and licked and sucked her clit while the egg worked its magic. It didn't take long for her to have a shuddering orgasm that smeared my face with her natural lubrication. I alternately sucked and licked her love button to my heart's content and she was panting and squealing up a storm before she went rigid and then had a hardcore convulsive cum.

I straddled her face and sunk my clit over her lips facing away from her. As she lapped at my miniature female cock, I pinched, pulled and rolled her nipples with my fingers. The sensation of having my clit distended by her suction is indescribable. She was ramping up to another orgasm, too and we came almost simultaneously. I rose up from her head and watched her cum yet again just from the vibrator. "You're having a really good time, aren't you Sandra?" I inquired. "Oh God yesss," she said in a very satisfied tone of voice. I let her be vibrated to one more climax before I untied the ropes.

"So have you ever experimented with BDSM before?" I asked. "Not really," she reported. "I've been tied up a few times and that's about it," she elaborated. "Do you want to tie me up, now?" I wondered. "Not really. That's just not my thing," she asserted. "That's just great," I thought to myself. "I'm a submissive and now I have a girlfriend who's a subbie, too." "Do you like being spanked?' I grinned. "Maybe," she giggled. I retrieved a paddle and told her to bend over my bed. She complied and I applied a light swat to her skinny little butt. She let out an "ouch!" but then giggled. I hit her more forcefully on the same cheek again and she yelped, but didn't move from the posture I put her in, obviously wanting more. I gave her three hard shots in a row on the other cheek and now the skin on her ass was turning a rosy shade. I slapped her behind hard with my righthand and she was beginning to pant. "You look like you're enjoying this Sandra," I insinuated. She only giggled. When she tried to rub her increasingly sore posterior, I slapped the hand away. "You will not touch yourself until I say you can," I warned her. "Okay," she meekly replied.

"I'd better make sure you can't until I'm done with you," I continued. I still had the bondage rack in my room and I anchored her hands and feet to it so that her arms and legs were spread as far as they would go. I tied a harness to her hips with knots in it that were right against her clit, the opening of her pussy and her sphincter. So far, she hadn't objected to any to any of the things I was doing to her. I picked up the paddle again and swung it hard as if I was Miguel Cabrera and she emitted a scream after it made contact with her increasingly sensitive butt. I did the same to the other cheek and elicited the same reaction. Because of how the hip harness was constructed, every time she would move the knots put pressure on her clit and pop the knots on her pussy and anus into her a bit. I slapped her ass with my open hand several times and she yelped at first but then moaned somewhat when the clit knot ran over her hood. I snared a cane and gently whipped her breasts, stomach and thighs with it. Her body twisted and undulated against the ropes and it was fun watching her deal with all the sensations she was being subjected to. I gave her a hard taste of the cane against her rump and then grabbed her tits from behind and pulled and twisted her nipples. I walked back around so that I was in front of her and she had this expression on her face like she was high, which meant she was in sub space. I untied her and ordered her to kneel in front of me, which she did without a peep. "You want to serve me, don't you?" I interrogated. "Yes," she quietly admitted. "From now on you will not call me Miwa, but Mistress when we are in private, do you understand Sandra?" I barked, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head up with it. "Yes Mistress," she accommodated. "Okay Sandra, kiss my feet while I think of a new name for you," I commanded. She tenderly smooched the tops of my toes and foot for several minutes. "From now on your name when we are in private will be "cunt," do you understand cunt?" "Yes Mistress," she placidly reacted.

"Cunt will now kneel before my bed and give me a foot massage," I directed. "Yes Mistress," she accommodated. Her fingers, from years of rigorous guitar training, were strong and flexible and I was moaning at the very pleasant sensations she was dealing out. When I was sated with that exhibition of devotion, I had her go wash her hands and then kneel before me once more. "Cunt will talk of herself in the third person when we are in private and she will not speak until spoken to by me, does cunt understand?"  "Yes Mistress." "Cunt will not answer any questions or conversations from another without my permission, does cunt understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Cunt will become naked as soon as she enters my home, does cunt understand?" "Yes Mistress." "If cunt has something she needs to ask or inform me of she will raise her hand and wait for recognition before uttering anything, does cunt understand?' "Yes Mistresss."  "Cunt will consider herself my representative and will not do anything undignified. If there is a conflict she is having with someone she will consult with me about it first before concocting a reaction to it, does cunt understand?" Yes Mistress." "Cunt will inform her Mistress of my aches or pains or any other problems, no matter how minor, as my responsibility is protecting her health and reputation. Does cunt understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Cunt will express gratitude when her Mistress does anything nice for her, including when she is punished so that she may become a better slave, does cunt understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Any violations of these rules will result in severe punishment. Does cunt understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good girl cunt. Your Mistress, as we talked about before, will permit you to perform sexual acts with men, but you will report to her as soon as you can after it happens. Does cunt understand?" "Yes Mistress." "When we are with the band or out in public, cunt will act like a vanilla person so as to defend the privacy of herself and her Mistress. Does cunt understand/" "Yes Mistress."

"Cunt, you will not be permitted limits. However, your Mistress has many limits and will never demand you do anything disgusting or illegal. Nonetheless, being that both of us are of Japanese ancestry and there are no limits in Japan's BDSM scene, your body and mind will be for my use as I see fit. Does cunt agree to that?" "Yes Mistress."  "Good girl cunt." "Thank you Mistress."

Being that Sandra was bigger than me I was hoping she would dominate me, but again, you can't have everything. I had her join me in bed and she slept with me overnight. The following morning, we went to the beach and I bought her a really skimpy string bikini and made her wear it while we strolled down the strand. She was totally embarrassed. The top had just enough material to cover her nipples and the bottoms barely covered enough to be legal. Of course, she was the target of a lot of catcalls and wolf whistles and I was enjoying looking at her while we roamed around the seaside. Then I took her to a beachside cafe and pretty much every guy in the place was staring at her cute little tits.

We got home and I allowed her to change into her regular clothes so that we could rehearse. I didn't have enough room in my car for her gear, so I dropped her off and she arrived at the rehearsal studio a few minutes after I did. We had a great rehearsal session and then Terry told us that we were going to play a small club in Long Beach a couple weeks hence opening for a Doors tribute band. "That should be interesting," I snarked in my head. Either we were going to blow them off the stage or the crowd wouldn't really be a hard rock kinda audience and we would get pelted with verbal insults or beer cups and other debris. I suspected that it was going to be somewhat of a zero sum game.

The punters, though, surprised me. They were pretty mellow. Sandra and I were in contrasting white and black outfits of drawstring bustiers that was only large enough to conceal our boobs and leather pants with matching heels. When her and I were at the center of the stage trading leads on an extended version we did of "Don't Make No Promises (You're Body Can't Keep)" the camera  phones came out and there were a lot of pictures being taken of us. together. We closed the main part of our set with 'Winds of Change" and got asked back for an encore, where we did "Rock You Like a Hurricane" and then "Coming Home." The crowd of maybe a little more than a hundred wanted more, but  that was all the time we were given, so oh well. That's life playing clubs. The Doors tribute band were pretty sharp and they went down well, too, so in all, a good night.

I followed Sandra home so she could offload her equipment and then she jumped into my car and we went back to my house. We took a shower together and the sight of the water cascading over her lean body was magnificent. By that time, it was almost 3 a.m. and we were pretty knackered, so we just went to bed and right to sleep. This time, since she is taller, I had her hold me before we dozed off.

My dogs woke us both up four hours later so that they could be fed at their usual time. I told Sandra to go back to sleep and I rejoined her once the mutts had their meal and did their business in the backyard. We woke up again right around noon and I had her don the string bikini again and, after we got ourselves looking pretty and ate what would be at the same time our breakfast and lunch, we went to my development's pool. We were in the water at one point when I suddenly pulled her bikini top off of her, causing her to scream and try to cover up. I had a good laugh with that. "I just wanted to show your cute little nipples to everybody sweety," I smiled humorously.

After a couple of hours of horsing around there, we went back to the house and she immediately removed her bikini, leaving her naked. I couldn't resist and I took her to my bedroom and I tongued her cookie to quite a few orgasms. She did similarly for me and then she went home to prepare for another work week.