Tuesday brought more news for the bondage club. Ryan Johannson, who lived on South Marlin Circle until he was three and who was thus a member of the block's alumni association, was moving into a fixer upper on adjoining South Bonita Circle that had been foreclosed on a year earlier and sat vacant since then. It was also behind the Delasso residence. Accompanying Johannson were his wife Melinda, also known as "sweethole," and their sons  Eddie, 16, and Dalton, 14. Dalton had completed his restraint training but neither boy had yet taken a subbie due to a lack of known such girls in their area. That made the Johannson's almost immediate adds to the roll of honorary South Marlin Circle residents and they would be welcomed into it once the Yamanoris had gotten settled in, too.

The winds had died down considerably from the day before and so the female subs of South Marlin Circle were back wearing skirts without panties. During lunch, Prentice Oldfield had Tomiko sitting with her knees slightly raised so that he could see her marvelous little slit while he sat crosslegged in front of her, thus screening anyone else from getting a visual shot at her beaver. She also liked the mild breeze blowing up her denim skirt and against her cum receptacle. Prentice tipped off Aaron Perlis about this and the latter had Andrea sit next to Tomiko in a similar way so he could enjoy the vision of his slave's hotbox, which was otherwise shrouded in her blue cotton mini dress. On the way home, the dominants stopped in the alley again and had all the girls except for Lisa, of course, flash their asses at them.

Wednesday, all the subbie girls were told to wear bikinis under their clothes and then when school ended to shed their regular attire and walk home in them. Of course, the parade of beautiful girls in bathing suits parading down the street  brought a lot of honks and catcalls from passing cars. If only those drivers knew at the end of the walk home from school that those girls would then spend most of the rest of the day naked.

That was about the most exciting thing to happen on the block until Saturday, when Lisa had her sissyboi Marshall drive her to the park, where she went to the bathroom and changed into a pair of Daisy Dukes, a very skimpy halter top that barely covered her braless 36D breasts, and fuck me heels. She also had Marshall carefully draw an ace of spades on her right ankle with a Sharpie. She then had him take her to the mall. Noticing the emblem that invited interested dark skinned gentlemen to hit on her on her leg, two black teens, Calvin Jarrell and DeMarco Robertson, started chatting her up while Marshall looked on nervously.  In the course of that conversation, Lisa humiliated her boytoy, telling the African-American pair that Marshall had a small dick and that the only reason she was going out with him was because he was easy to control and lavished her with presents. Then Lisa had Marshall wait for her there while she was whisked off by Calvin and DeMarco to an empty foreclosed house in the their neighborhood. They immediately deprived her of her clothes and had her kneel on the floor, where they made her trade off sucking their eight inch cocks. This was Lisa's favorite fetish, submitting to hard bodied and well hung black guys and letting them do anything they wanted to her.

They told her to get on all fours, her young nipples pointing toward the rug underneath her. DeMarco slid his cock into her mouth while Calvin forced his baby maker into her wet, willing pussy. "Fuck, this is some good pussy bitch," Calvin rasped to her before wacking a butt cheek with his righthand. She couldn't answer because her lips and tongue were blocked by DeMarco's meaty pole. DeMarco leaned over and was roughly fondling Lisa's boobs as she felt the friction inside of her building, making her gasp on to DeMarco's engorged lickin' stick. "Shit homie, look at this white bitch. She livin' for black dick," Calvin noted. Lisa felt her passion rising, the submission to these well endowed strangers who were around her age so exciting to her because she no longer had to be in control, but just let her inner slut come out. Calvin's thrusting was now rather savage as he used her hole to sate his own desires and she shook and jerked as she felt the orgasm storm through her. "Fuck Calvin, this bitch knows how to suck a black man's dick," DeMarco celebrated in a strangulated voice, which was succeeded by her mouth being filled by burst after burst of his stringy cum.

He withdrew his penis from her mouth and pulled his cellphone out of a pocket. "Hey homie, I got me a hot little white ho here, How about you come over and play?" he urged to his friend Bobby Sanders, who entered the room five minutes later and saw Calvin pumping away at Lisa just as she shuddered from another orgasm. "Oh yeah! I be gettin' me some of this!" Bobby enthused and quickly walked over in front oLisa, pulled his jeans down and  shoved his flaccid member into her piehole. Lisa had trained herself to deep throat, but Bobby had a nine incher that was thicker than DeMarco's and she was gagging on it. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna put a black baby in you white girl," Calvin declared and then cannonaded his sperm against her womb. DeMarco was hard again by then and he replaced Calvin in Lisa's fuckhole. Her drool hung off of Bobby's swollen weapon as he rammed it repeatedly between her soft, moist lips and she felt her pussy being stuffed with glee by a guy she never met until less than an hour ago. She began to convulse in ecstasy as DeMarco's black prong pistoned between her sugar walls, stoking the heat in her sex furnace.

Her lips were stretched tight against  his flesh spear as Bobby used them to rub himself to a spurting orgasm. DeMarco was humping and pumping her still while Calvin stepped up to feel what Lisa's mouth could do for him. Five minutes later, DeMarco spooged into Lisa's wanton cunt. Bobby stood there stroking himself to revive his hard on so that he could take a run at Lisa's delicious cookie, too as she serviced Calvin with her yapper. "You want me to cum on your face bitch?" he inquired. She nodded her head vertically and when he was ready, he pulled out and stroked his snotty load on to her eyes, forehead and cheeks.

That made Bobby erect again and he lined his missile up with the opening of Lisa's twat and jammed it in. "Oh fuckkkkk, this is good white pussy," Bobby evaluated as he braced himself with his hands on her hips and attacked her hole with this thrusts. Lisa's moans of pleasure resounded around what months ago had been somebody's living room. DeMarco took another turn at Lisa's mouth, but not before she told him she wanted him to cum on her face, too. The handsome, well built black kids continued to please themselves with her holes, including her asshole, for another two hours before she became sore and they were tuckered out. She phoned Marshall and told him to pick her up at a corner near where the boys had taken her. 15 minutes later, her hair disheveled and cum still on her face, she made him lick their salty wads off of her pretty countenance before allowing him to put it in drive for his house.

When they arrived at his place, they hotfooted it for his bedroom. She stripped, laid on her back with her legs spread and told him to clean her pussy with his tongue. Marshall's heart beat rapidly as his nose picked up the tell tale scent of semen while it leaked out of her. He stuck his tongue out and began lapping at Lisa's hairless love tunnel. She pulled his head as hard as she could into his crotch and her thighs acted as a vice around his wimp head. "Okay you little shit, now make me cum!" she demanded and he did as he had been taught by her, getting her off to one orgasm after another as he enjoyed the aroma of her steaming, sloppy slit.

She pushed him off and unlocked his chastity belt and had him lie on his back. She took his five inch hard on in her hand and sunk her hips, impaling herself on it. "Jesus, did I miss it?" she questioned,  bending over like she was checking to see if it was really inside her. She had been opened up by the much thicker and longer African-American kids and was now humiliating him by saying that after those guys had gotten through with her his John Thomas just was not going to get it. "Why am I even bothering?" she scowled as her hips flexed up and down, moving her swampy pit over his infrequently employed unit. She could hear him getting closer to climax. "You better not cum without permission slave or you may never be allowed to again!" she threatened. She kept rocking her hips and he tried to think about something else other than cumming. "Well, at least I'm getting some exercise," she snarled. "Mistress, may I cum?' he pleaded. "Are you sure you're even hard? Because I'm not feeling anything," she posited. She loved the agonized expressions on his face as he endeavored to stave off his orgasm. Then she stopped and just sat there on top of him. "Listen worm, you better start making me feel good or you're gonna get it!" she swore. She restarted the engine in her hips that kept her pussy slipping and sliding over his cock. He tried to hold his cum in his balls, but it was futile, as his stunningly beautiful domina's machinations turned him into a quivering, ejaculating heap.

"You're going to pay for that," she growled. She first made him eat his cum out of her pussy. Then she took a paddle ouf of her purse and had him lay across her knee while she spanked him until he was reduced to tears.

She had him lay his head on her knees and she gently brushed her hand over his cheek. "Okay sweety, what did you learn from the punishment I just gave you?" she asked in a tender voice. "I learned that I shouldn't cum without permission and that I have to find a better way of pleasing Mistress with my cock," he insisted. "Now you understand why I'm putting your chastity belt back on you, right?" "Yes Mistress. Because I can't control myself according to Mistress' standards yet." "Very good sissyboi," she approved. "You're so cute when you're being humiliated Marshall," she remarked placidly. "I love you, Lisa," he burbled. "I love you, too, baby," she smiled, kissing him softly. "Make sure you're as attentive as possible so that your Mistress stays a happy girl," she warned him. "Yes Mistress." She left to go home and shower after changing back into her regular clothes and brushing her hair so that her mother wouldn't know she had just been recreationally fucked by a trio of kids she didn't know.

Since it was the weekend, Jeff had welcomed Yumi Friday and was happy as a lark as he held her naked self in his bed Friday night. She gave him a handjob and, later, a blowjob. It would still be another three weeks before Jeff could have sex with her, but the anticipation as well as Yumi's sheer cuteness was rehardening his dipper almost as soon as she drained it.

Saturday, they went to the beach with Aaron and Andrea, Jeff's eyes feasting on the bikini clad hot bodies of his and big brother's subbies. When they were in the water, Jeff groped Yumi's pussy under the water, causing her to giggle in embarrassment. As soon as they got home, he had her go down on him and extract his cum out of his cock and balls. A few minutes later,  he heard Aaron and Andrea going at it in the former's bedroom and that got him hard again, so he had Yumi suck him once more. "God, I want to fuck her so bad!" he privately seethed. When his dad heard him whining about not being able to stick his cock into Yumi yet, he told Jeff that  it should teach him how lucky he is to have someone like Yumi when he is finally able to begin having her vaginally because of all the guys at that moment who didn't have anyone. "Don't feel too entitled there, son. You really piss her off and Yumi will find someone else," he emphasized. "Then what are you going to do?"

Jeff had to admit that pater was right and he went back to Yumi and apologized for being too worked up over something that wasn't her fault. He especially felt like an ass when her parents came Sunday to pick her up and take her home. "I'll be thinking of you all week Yumi. Be good," he whispered to her when he hugged her goodbye.

Monday ushered in the month of June. The Yamanoris had just closed on the house they bought on South Dolphin Circle that past weekend and so that day they had an all Japanese work crew come in to do the renovations they wanted on it, including Japanese style livingroom, family room and bedrooms, updating the kitchen and repainting all of the interior walls, all of it overseen by Noriko Yamanori, whose refined sensibilities would turn what was merely a standard home in the area into a thing of beauty. in just  three weeks. Akihiro had his own room, for obvious reasons, while another bedroom was converted into a BDSM play space with a bondage rack, a whipping post, a St. Andrew's Cross, a bondage bed and a tansu that stored all of the family's implements, including whips, floggers, canes, vibrators, plugs and etc.

Since the eldest daughter, Yoriko, was away at college, Yuki now had a room to herself while her younger female siblings, Keiko and Aya, doubled up.

Mandy Perlis turned 18 that day and the entire Perlis clan had a party for her, especially as she was also about to graduate high school along with fellow residents Erin Perlis and Dale Johnson as well as her Master David Ransom, who had become a legal adult less than a month earlier.

At 9:00 p.m., David then surprised her by blindfolding her and walking her across the street to the Stevenson house. When she got there, she was told to strip by her Master. David then led her upstairs to the Stevnson's BDSM playroom, which had been rearranged for that occasion with enough metal folding chairs for each resident of the block plus invited guests on either side, though that made for a crowded space. At the head of the room, in front of the blacked out window, was a makeshift altar with candles burning. "Slave will kneel," David intoned and then he pulled her blindfold off. It took her a minute for her vision to adjust to the darkened lighting conditions and to notice all the people present. She knew right away what was going on and her heart raced as she began crying tears of joy. "Slave will compose herself," David warned her. With a long sniffle and a deep breath, Mandy settled her emotions for the moment.

"All will rise," block president Alan Perlis announced. "Mandy Kay Perlis, you have been summoned before the board and general membership of the South Marlin Circle Bondage Club tonight not only to mark your entrance into adulthood, but your lifetime enslavement to your Master, David John Ransom. Master David, you will inform the membership of your rationale for honoring Mandy with your collar."

"Thank you Master Alan. Mandy Kay Perlis, over the course of the last three years, you have served me with your utmost efforts and with the greatest affection and dignity. Your presence by his side has enhanced your Master's image in the community. Your Master has also found you to be a most loving, tender and intelligent mate. Therefore, should the board so indulge me, I bestow unto you this collar as a sign of your permanent servitude to me. I also pledge to care for and protect you. Mandy Kay Perlis, do you accept my collar  and submit yourself under my hand for as long as you shall live?" "Yes Master. Thank you Master," Mandy affirmed, choking back tears. "Master Alan, does the board and the membership approve of my taking forever this slave?"

"All those who approve say yes," Alan commanded. Everyone raised their voice in affirmation. "All those who object say no." Not a single negative utterance was forthcoming. "Master David, on behalf of all of our great membership your motion is carried unanimously and Mandy Kay Perlis is now your bonded and collared slave. The board sincerely hopes that she will carry her duties out with dignity and a glad heart and warns her Master that he will also display the necessary dignity and self control as well as judiciously care for his property lest he lose his right to leadership. Do you understand Mandy?" "Yes Master Alan. Thank you Master Alan." "Master David, do you understand your responsibilities in having this life so granted to you?" "Yes Master Alan. Thank you Master Alan. Thank you everyone."

And that was it, Mandy was now David's collared and bonded slave. They then went downstairs to the Stevensons' dining room and feasted on the meal that was prepared in celebration by all the subbies. Mandy had wondered why there was no food at her birthday party and now she knew. She would subsequently accompany him to their university and live in an off campus apartment. Mandy wore her new black leather collar, which had her slave name in silver lettering on the front, with pride and it was a symbol to her of her maturity and the deep relationship she had with her Master.

Tuesday, when they had arrived at school, all of the South Marlin Circle kids gave  Mandy and David hugs and verbalized again their congratulations to them. Some of the girls said that Mandy was "so lucky. I can hardly wait until my Master collars me, too."

That night, when David went to Mandy's house after dinner to use his property, he was struck at how beautiful she looked with the collar around her neck, which contrasted nicely with her clear naked white skin. It made him so excited, he fucked her half a dozen times over the ensuing five hours and then he took another two hours just looking at her with his claim to her surrounding her throat and kissing and holding her as his cum poured out of her pussy.