When he came out of the shower, he was dressed just in his boxers. I was on the right side of the bed if you were facing it and I patted my hand on the left side to invite him to join me. He moved his pillow so his head was half upright. I snuggled on my side next to him, placing my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his left arm around my back. I asked him how work was and he gave the usual guy reply, "same old shit," he retorted. Guy was a pretty blunt individual and it was one of his best qualities as well as one of his worst and was the result of a personality type that was perhaps overly logical. Our exceedingly low tolerance for bullshit and artifice was something we shared, though, and so I think I understood more where he was coming from than most other women, especially since I was a former male. "How about you?" he asked. I told him how I had tormented Sandra before George came over and fucked her before they retired for the evening. "Sounds like I missed quite a party," he smiled. "Yes you did," I giggled.

"So tell me Miwa, how hardcore are you into BDSM?" he inquired. "To be honest,  Guy, while I love topping Sandra because I know she gets off on it and I sort of get my ya yas for rope bondage out,  I'm just not that hardcore into it. If Sandra came to me tomorrow and said she no longer wanted to be my slave then I would be totally fine with it." "So you're more into it as bedroom kink?" he wondered. "Yeah, more or less," I informed him. "So you're a dominant?' he inquired. "That's the other funny  thing about my and Sandra's relationship, sweety. I'm actually rather submissive and prefer to be dominated myself. I more or less dominate Sandra because I love her and want her to feel fulfilled and happy.. What do you think of the stuff you've seen us do so far?" I interrogated. "It's all good fun. Whatever gets you through the night," he philosophized. "So do you have any interest in BDSM?" I asked him. "The truthful answer is yes, but I don't really get into all the heavy, super painful stuff," he averred. "I do think shibari, for example, is a beautiful art form and I like the communicative aspects of it, but like you, it would just be something to kinda spice things up rather than a 24/7 lifestyle to me." "So where are you on the dominance and submission scale?" I pondered. "I prefer to be in control," he propounded. "But there are times when I can switch,  too, but I definitely like calling the shots," he told me.

"So would you like to dominate me?' I checked. "Oh yeah, that's for damn sure," he enthused. "The only thing is that I don't really know how to tie people up beyond a really super basic level," he revealed. "I would love to be able to do what some of the nawashi (rope artists) can," he bubbled. "I can teach you," I offered. "That would be way cool," he smiled. "You can use Sandra as your test dummy," I laughed. "Works for me!" he chuckled. "As long as George wouldn't mind, that is," he added. "I could teach him, too, though I'm not sure if he's into it," I proposed. "Yeah, I don't think anyone would ever mistake George for a dominant. I think he's probably a vanilla kind of dude," Guy theorized.

"Well look Guy, I'm tired, so we should discuss this tomorrow when George and Sandra are present," I advocated, bringing an end to the conversation. I had him turn out the light and we kissed each other good night, spooning as we fell asleep.

We snoozed until noon Saturday. I was actually in the bathroom brushing my teeth and blow drying my hair after just having taken a shower when he finally rose. He used one of the other bathrooms to brush his teeth and was waiting for me downstairs with Sandra and George. The latter couple had been up since around nine and had already eaten breakfast. They waved me off when I offered to make lunch for them. I made some scrambled eggs and bacon for Guy. Once we had finished chowing down, we sat around and we discussed the BDSM issue. George said he would be interested in learning how to tie Sandra up in case he got into the mood for it sometime and would allow Guy to use her to practice on while I supervised even if he wasn't all that into erotic power exchange himself.

Thus, for the next few hours, I instructed George and Guy on rope bondage and Sandra spent most of the day as their practice field. They got a couple of simple hand and ankle ties down plus a rudimentary breast binding. I also inculcated the best handling of subbies in this context, the physical limits of bondage and how to avoid some dangerous pitfalls. There were a lot of laughs to be had, too, so it was really fun.

Sandra and I cooked dinner and then we moved to my music room and entertained the boys with some of our guitar work. We later split up and retired to separate bedrooms, Sandra and George in their's and Guy and I in mine. "You know Miwa, I have to be honest. I would really like it if you would submit to me, " he requested. "I would really like to submit to you as well, Guy," I replied. However, there were a lot of issues attached to that, including Guy's rather inconvenient schedule as well as his living situation in addition to other things such as limits, safewords, the need for some me time, what to do about my domination of Sandra as well as my relationship with her, etc. We got so caught up in the discussion that by the time I finally looked at the clock it was nearing midnight. Some of this we had to hash out with George and Sandra, so we opted to table the discussion until the following morning.

Sunday, after Sandra and I had cleaned up at the end of breakfast, we had a pow wow in the livingroom over the evolving relationship situation. I had to tell George that Sandra had a strong need to sleep with women every now and again and he was going to have to accept that if he wanted to stay with her. Sandra concurred but said that it wouldn't have any effect on how she felt about George. We then had to figure out who was going to own Sandra. I laid out the options of Guy mastering both her and me with me demoted to a co-slave status with her, me continuing to dominate her with Guy more or less a bystander, or George taking a dominant role. There was also the choice of Sandra giving up BDSM altogether, something she said no to because it was just too much of a rush for her. This obviously left George in a quandry and, to be honest, I really didn't want to top anyone while I was being topped myself. George admitted that even if he didn't necessarily want to dominate Sandra herself, it turned him on  to see her submitting to someone and operating under all that goes with it as long as he can be part of the action.

The whole topic was making me uber wet. The thing I most wanted to do at that moment was suck Guy's dick. But we kept on talking and hammered out an agreement that had me continuing to dominate and sleep with Sandra but both George and Guy would have access to me sexually, with Guy calling the tune for all of us. In exchange for George having access to me, Guy would also be able to fuck Sandra and there would be no right of refusal on either my or Sandra's part. In other words, I had just entered into a polyamorous D/s arrangement.

With that and the other issues Guy and I had discussed the previous night decided, Guy and I could now move into the next phase of our  relationship, my submission to him. He ordered me to take off my clothes and to always be naked when I was at home. I was also not allowed to wear pants anymore except during gigs, rehearsals, winter or in bad weather. When I was away from home, I had to text him my whereabouts every half hour and I was forbidden to touch myself without his permission. George would not have any control over me at all except when he wanted sex, including oral, from me and Guy would have no control over Sandra unless he wanted to screw her or have her give him a hummer. Also, as a matter of courtesy to each other, Guy could only cum on Sandra's face and not inside of her while George could only cum on mine and not in my pussy so that our holes were left pristine for our boyfriends. Also, they were going to call Sandra and me by our  BDSM names in private or when nobody was within earshot. Guy had already thought about it and so now I would be known as "cockslave."

I did demand one thing of Guy, though: that he shave his cock and balls. He agreed to it since it would make his prong seem bigger and more mouth watering and I wouldn't get his pubic hair in my mouth when I sucked him. In addition, all my sex toys were strictly for being used on Sandra, so I had to get some that could be used on me. I kept this separation for hygiene reasons.

I went and ordered new vibrators, nipple clamps and gags as well as a new bag on the net with Guy supervising. Meanwhile, George had taken Sandra to bed and was slamming it into her after the BDSM talk had made him rather randy. Once I finished with with what I needed to do online, Guy bedded me. Before he entered me, though, he thanked me for submitting to him and guaranteed that he would always care for me. This made feel really close to him and the intimacy of our lovemaking was deepened as a result. Again, the further I was into being  a female, the more important emotional feedback was becoming to me. I was still pretty frank about things and my sex drive continued to be exceedingly high, so the girly side of me hadn't totally taken over yet and I hoped it wouldn't because I loved sucking cock and being fucked so much.

George and Sandra came out of their bedroom looking tired and they both had bed hair. There were droplets of cum issuing from Sandra's exposed and swollen pussy. They were going to leave and go to her apartment. I convinced them to stay for dinner, however and we had a nice meal before my cunt and her boyfriend got dressed and departed, though not before I reminded Sandra to do her deep throat exercises. Guy helped me clean up and then we we took a shower together, after which Guy had me shave his pubic hair off. I rewarded him for agreeing to my request with an enthusiastic blowjob. When we got to bed, he ate me out seemingly forever, telling me how good my freshly bathed pussy tasted, and I came and came and came. Since school started Monday for him and George, we turned in around ten with him cuddling my nude form.

I woke up just before six and once I finished with my grooming, I woke Guy up with a blowjob. "Good morning Master," I smiled. "Good morning cockslave," he responded somewhat whoozily. He spurted a big, warm load into my mouth and then he got dressed and left to fight the morning rush hour traffic to his school.

Tuesday, the band had a rehearsal and I suggested to Terry that she try to book us into colleges and high schools to do lunchtime and early afternoon free gigs as a way to promote ourselves. Everybody thought that this was an excellent idea, but we needed somebody to run sound. That wasn't a problem, as her younger brother, who was also a musician in a local metal band, was willing to do it. She was ultimately able to hustle about a dozen gigs for the month of September doing this, which could keep us busy and sharp.

The first such show was on a Friday the first week of their fall semester at a north county high school that had an open air amphitheater. Sandra and I had our backs against each other facing either side of the stage as she began to play the opening riff to "Blackout" and immediate howls of recognition went up as I spun away from her and did the first lead break of the tune before the vocal came in. This is a great track to pose to and the stairs that lead up the front of the stage provided a good opportunity for showing off, especially when you're using wireless amplification. By the end of the song, the kids were already into it as we kicked into "Dynamite," another fast rocker that showed off Terry's vocal skills nicely and I received a lot of applause for pulling off the blazingly speedy lead break in it. It was fun watching the longhairs in the crowd whipping their hair around and headbanging. Terry greeted them and then we blasted out the opening riff from "No One Like You" and segued from there into "Picture Life" with its twin harmony part. Following another brief stage rap from Terry, we slid into the power ballad, "Still Loving You," with Sandra doing all the leads and me the slow arpeggiated riff and then pounded out "Rock You Like a Hurricane" before Terry thanked everybody for being so appreciative. We sent them off with "Coming Home," Sandra and I both posing and riffing hard on the stairs out front, raising our guitars in jubilation at the conclusion.

Some of the kids chose to be late to class by coming up and wanting pictures taken with us or just saying hello. We got a lot of their email addresses to send out gig info to them. A couple of girls who were learning to play guitar told me that they were inspired by how much fun we seemed to be having to practice more. That was really nice. There aren't nearly enough girls playing heavy music right now.

Monday, we did a junior college show at 1 p.m. at a little amphitheater they had in the quad and were allowed an hour, so we were able to have a more fully paced set compared to the  40 minutes we had at the high school date. That was a blast and the hundred or so people who stopped by to watch gave us a nice reception.

Tuesday, we played at Guy's and George's  school at 1 p.m. Guy's last class was at noon while George was on a break, so they both got to see us perform live for the first time rather than just in rehearsal or messing around. I was dressed in a black corset with red draw strings holding it together, red leather pants and red platform heels while Sandra had the same outfit, except in silver. After we played "Blackout," the crowd grew enormously to well over a thousand,  some of that due to kids from a nearby high school that allowed them to leave campus for lunch showing up. The stage was a simple affair erected on a grassy area in front of a multi-story classroom building. They let us do our full 90 minute set and we worked up quite a sweat in the afternoon Southern California sun. After it was over, Guy helped us hump our gear back on to the rental truck we used to transport it George had another class to go to and missed the final half hour we were on stage, which was too bad. Sandra didn't even get a chance to kiss him goodbye.

Guy told me I looked totally hot up there and that we played a blinder, which was nice to hear. Unfortunately, he then had to piss off to work.

Friday, we had another high school show, this one at a campus that was only a few miles down the road from my house. So everybody arrived at my place with their gear, we loaded it up and took it to the campus. The venue was the gym and so we had a pretty good sized stage to work with. The acoustics, though, were pretty horrendous because of all the concrete surfaces. We had Denise turn way down so the sound wouldn't turn to mud. We brought our rudimentary lighting system and used that to illuminate the stage and that worked okay. We tore through our 40 minute set to a decent round of applause before the kids had to return to class.

Sandra was burning up her unused vacation time to do these shows. We did four more the following week and four the week after that, when she had to basically dash from her work, get to the venue, do the gig, and then scramble back. That meant she would miss two hours of work a day minimum and had to make up for it by staying at her workplace later to get caught up.

But to get back to the Friday after we did that first post-summer vacation high school gig, Sandra didn't come over to my house that night. Instead, she stayed home and her and George spent the night together there before they came over Saturday morning. So once Guy had arrived at round 1 a.m., we had the house to ourselves. "Good evening cockslave," he said to me. I was stark naked and as he hugged and kissed me in the foyer he was also grabbing my ass. "Master, may your cockslave have the honor of giving you a massage?" I asked. 'Oh yeah, I would definitely love that," he assented. We trudged up the stairs to my bedroom and he stripped and laid on his stomach on a big towel I had already spread on the floor. i drizzled warm massage oil on his back and began kneading the muscles in his shoulders and neck. "Your Master is very pleased with this service," he informed me. "Your cockslave is glad Master. She loves so much to please you." My soft fingers dug into his flesh and manipulated the underlying muscles. He was sighing and also emitted little moans. My hands moved down to the lower part of his shoulder blades and I poured more oil on then and pushed his muscles toward his head and then pulled them back. I worked my way down slowly, his body becoming increasingly slick and his skin shining in the recessed lighting of my room.

After massaging the back of his legs and torso for about 20 minutes, I had him roll over. I squeezed the tall bottle of oil again and sprayed  his chest with it and worked it into his skin. As I pressed my fingers into the top of his shoulders, I leaned over and flicked my tongue at his nipples just for fun and then kissed my way down the center of his sternum. I got up and wet a washcloth with warm water and folded it in half before I placed it over his eyes so that he wouldn't have the light from the ceiling glaring down on him. When I was done with his upper body, I drizzled some oil in my hand and grasped his semi-erect cock and stroked it slowly. I splattered some oil on it directly from the bottle and rubbed it in to his shaft and cockhead as he moaned. His beautiful cock glistened while I gently played with his balls. I then started in on his thighs and spent the next 15 minutes on his legs. Once I was done with them, I encircled his cock in my righthand again while I let more oil ooze out of the bottle, but this time on to my chest and stomach. "Oh fuck cockslave, that feels amazing," he writhed. "Your cockslave is happy to hear that, Master," I acknowledged. I squeezed more oil on to my chest and spread it over to my stomach.

I pulled the washcloth off of his eyes. I straddled him and pushed my body into his, moving it in circles on his torso like a soapland whore, my nipples tantalizing the nerve endings of his skin. I was wet and super turned on.while my body continued to snake around his I scooted down to his pubic area and fingered his cock, positioning it between my C cups. I undulated my upper body to make the cock slide up and down in my cleavage against my sternum. He was moaning again while he watched me titfuck myself with his dick. "Jesus cockslave, this is fucking wonderful," he raspily commented. I giggled while I furthered the oily friction. I was getting  kinda fatigued, though, so I stopped. "Would Master like a shower first before his cockslave sucks his cock?" I inquired. "Yeah, that would probably be a good idea," he realized. I stood up and extended my righthand and he took it and pulled himself up.

We entered the shower stall together and I lathered him up a treat before I scrubbed him, including his hair. He returned the favor, except he didn't touch my wet hair, and once we had washed each other we took some time kissing and groping while the water flowed over us. "Your Cockslave thinks she needs to wash her hair, Master. May she do so?" I implored. "Absolutely, cockslave." He then exited the shower and dried himself off. He waited for me in my bedroom while I shampooed and rinsed my hair. I toweled off and blow dried my locks and padded into my bedroom. I could tell he was pretty knackered and wasn't going to fuck me. I turned the light off and lit candles I had placed on the nightstands on either side of my bed. He switched the tv off and I climbed into bed with him. I straddled him and hugged him tight and he wrapped me up in his arms and held me firmly in them. "Daisuki (I love you)!" I said to him. He echoed that and we kissed for a few minutes in the flickering candlelight. I slid down toward the end of the bed and stroked his rigid cock gently before my mouth enveloped it. I alternately swirled my tongue around his spongy cockhead and sucked on it,  too, for a couple of minutes and he was spilling a goodly amount of precum whose final destination was my stomach. My lips very gradually traveled down his shaft and then I sucked as hard as I could while pulling my lips back to created a tugging sensation for him. He moaned louder and I forced my mouth all the way down the length of his fuck stick so that I could swallow the head. I then bobbed my head up and down rapidly, the engorged baby maker dodging in and out of my throat. His breathing was more labored now and I redoubled my efforts to set him off. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum," he blurted. I quickly pulled my mouth up so that it was only about an inch down past the head and he unleashed one  cum fusillade after another into my piehole. I amassed it on my tongue and showed it to him and then swallowed. "Oishii (it's delicious)!" I declared. "Yokatta (I'm, glad)," he retorted. I rolled off of him and put my head on his left shoulder. He kissed me for a few minutes and then we cuddled up and went to sleep.

Saturday morning, I was awakened by my dogs barking. Then I heard the doorbell. I looked at the clock and it was almost 11 a.m. I  grabbed a robe and ran downstairs and when I opened the door it was George and Sandra. "Good morning Mistress!" Sandra smiled, seeming very chipper "Good morning cunt," I  responded, as I threw my robe off and hugged and kissed her. I also hugged and kissed George while Sandra removed her clothes. "So has cunt been keeping George happy?" I interrogated. "Yes Mistress," she brightly stated. "Master is still asleep, but I'll go wake him and then we can have lunch together," I proposed. I went and got Guy up and he dressed, brushed his teeth and shaved while I talked to George and my slave in the living room. After he came down, I made some oyako donburi, which is comprised of rice, chicken and eggs and green tea. Everybody loved it.

I raised my hand. "Cockslut?" Guy recognized. "Master, your cockslut requests that she be allowed to continue demonstrating rope bondage to George and you today," I suggested. We agreed and we journeyed back upstairs to my bedroom. I had Guy and George recapitulate the ties I had already shown them, with Sandra again as our mannequin. When I saw that they finally had it licked, I lectured them on how to do a relatively complicated breast harness. I spent the next couple of hours patiently walking them through it. I showed it to them because this particular harness could be used in a suspension if any of us learned to do that somewhere down the line. We took a break and be cause both George and Guy were horny, Sandra and I got on our knees and slurped their cum out of their cocks. I then asked Master if it was okay to take my dogs out. He approved, but stipulated that I had to wear a bikini. I was also allowed to put sandals on. George and Sandra stayed behind while the dogs dragged us out the door, Guy taking my German Shepherd, the biggest of the three canines.

We started back an hour later and Guy said he had something for me. When we got home, he led me up to the bedroom and had me kneel in front of him. He wordlessly stroked my head with his righthand for a minute or so and then turned around to pull something out of his book bag. It was a collar! The black leather band on it was narrow, but attached to the o-ring was a heart, which made it appear to be a choker. He looked down into my eyes and intoned, "Miwa Suzuki, we have been together just a short while and you have submitted to me only very recently, but your Master has decided to take you permanently. Do you, Miwa Suzuki, accept this collar and thus commit yourself to a lifetime of servitude, undying love and obedience to me?" I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and as I began to cry I said, "Yes Master, thank you Master." He buckled the collar on to my neck while I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks.

I was in for another surprise, too. George and Sandra suddenly opened the door from their bedroom and walked hand in hand into mine. Apparently, while Guy and I were with my mutts at the park, George had taken Sandra up to their bedroom and collared her. It was same type of collar Guy had put on me, only hers was red. Sandra and I hugged, kissed and cried on our knees. George promised Sandra he would learn to dominate her and informed her that I was no longer her Mistress. "Cockslave," Guy uttered, "your Master requests that you release cunt from her service to you so that she may serve Master George." "Master, may your cockslave stand?" "Yes you may, cockslave." I rose and turned to face Sandra. "Cunt, this cockslave will always feel love in her heart for you. She is grateful for cunt's service and your love for her. Cunt truly lights up her Mistress' life." Sandra was beginning to cry. "However, your Mistress' greatest concern is always for cunt's happiness and to further that, your Mistress releases you into the servitude of Master George." I was crying now and Guy moved to comfort me. This also meant that Sandra and I were breaking up and how often I would see her outside of a band context was now in doubt. "Master, may your cockslave  please fetch a tissue?" "Yes cockslave, take as many as you need, " he granted. "Thank you Master." I snared some out of the box on my dresser and then returned to my knees. "Master, may your cockslave  request permission from Master George to talk to his property?" "Master George, may this cockslave speak to your property?" "Yes you may, cockslave," he allowed. "Thank you Master George." "Cunt,  this cockslave hopes that our time together will have been beneficial for our relationship in the band and she will always look forward to watching you play alongside her. If your Master permits it,  this cockslave hopes that cunt will still visit her frequently. This cockslave's greatest pleasure, with the exception of serving Master, is hanging out with cunt," I informed her. Sandra raised her hand. "Yes cunt?" George recognized. "Master, may this cunt ask Master Guy if she may speak to his property?' "Yes you may, cunt" George tolerated. "Master Guy, may this cunt speak to your property?" "Yes you may, cunt," he nodded. "Cockslave, this cunt  will always hold you in her heart and is grateful for the opportunity to serve you and receive your love and training. It is also because of cockslave that this cunt has met Master and for that she is also very grateful and will do her best to serve Master and make him happy.. This cunt hopes that she and cockslave will continue to play together for many years in the band." That renewed the waterworks as both of us were feeling a deeper connection than I had ever suspected we had. I was feeling very sad that I would no longer be able to count on seeing Sandra and her cute face and lithe skinny body on a predictable basis, much less sleep with her and taste the contents of her tight hairless slit.

I raised my hand. "Yes cockslave?" Guy wondered. "Master, your cockslave would like to ask Master George for permission to make love to his property one last time," I implored. "Yes, you may make that request," Guy agreed. "Master George, may this cockslave make love to your property one last time?" "Yes you may, cockslave," George signed off.Guy then told George he had some things he needed to discuss with him and they went downstairs to my living room.