When George and Guy walked out of my bedroom, Sandra and I crawled into bed. I wrapped my arms around her and for the first time in quite a while we laid next to each other as equals. My lips made contact with hers, her soft, pert mouth and moist tongue dancing with mine as our passion ignited. I felt her exposed porcelain skin on mine, our breasts pressing against each other and our nipples extending while our arousal intensified. I was wet as soon as we kissed and she emitted soft moans that were muffled by our mouths. My right hand slid down her belly to her vulva, where I found out she was just as  horny as I was. My middle and ring fingers applied pressure and friction to her clit while I began sucking on her little teats. and She moaned again as my tongue flicked them and caught them in between my lips and pulled air against them, distending them and provoking her to gasp.

My hand was being increasingly dampened by her flowing juices while I had a mouthful of her breasts in my yapper as I worked on elevating her mood as highly as possible. She hooked my underarms and pulled me up again to exchange white hot kisses, my heart swelling with love and lust for this beautiful woman whose smile always made me swoon. "I love you, Sandra," I blurted, hugging her as tightly as I could. "I love you, too, Miwa," she breathlessly retorted. We kissed more, rolling around in the bed as she began to pant due to my hand in her crotch. "Have a nice cum for me sweety," I breathily urged, picking up the pace with which I rubbed her clit. She began to push back against my digits and then let out several choked gasps before suddenly shouting, "I'm cumming!"

When her orgasm subsided, I sat with my hands behind me and braced against the bed and opened my legs. She slid up between them and jammed her pussy against mine. I reached over with my righthand and pulled her head toward me and kissed her hotly while our hips began to rock. I resumed using that hand to support my weight while I felt the lips of her love slot bringing pressure to mine. It also allowed me to have a long look at her while we mutually bucked our hips and drove each other higher on the pleasure slope, those beautiful narrow brown eyes of hers sparkling every time the light hit them. Our breathing was shorter and more labored now due to a combination of exertion and sheer horniness, our groins glinting with our natural lubricants and our long black hair wavering on and off our shoulders. As we harmonized with our soft, high pitched moans, I saw Sandra's eyes roll up in her head and she whipped her hips harder and faster against my dripping cunt. Her pubic region convulsed as she yelped, "I-I-I-I-I'm cummmminnnnggggg, oh fuck!" Her face and her upper chest were flushed and the visual, the auditory and the sensory all combined to launch me into intergalactic ecstasy, too. "Ohhh Gooddd (pant pant pant pant)!" I mewled as I felt the heat explode inside me.

I pulled my legs away from hers and crawled on top of her and hugged her with all my being and kissed her as if she was going to die later that night. I repeatedly told her I loved her and the waterworks were activated on both our parts. It was a moving moment amplified by our mutual nudity and the vulnerability that brings with it. I laid on my back and pulled her on to my left shoulder and held her lefthand, which was placed just under my breasts. We exchanged little kisses off and on while we reclined and awaited the moment when George would take her from my arms. Fortunately, that was another couple of hours as Guy told me later that he was trying to help George deal with the issues Sandra presented him with in detail. This is something I would come to really like about Guy, the thorough manner in which he attempted to analyze everything that resulted in a different view of things than perhaps one would otherwise be armed with.

I was stroking Sandra's head when George and Guy came into my bedroom. Sandra and I hurried to get on our knees on the floor. "Welcome back Master," I said, Sandra echoing that for George. George then announced that to signal that Sandra was indeed his property, he was changing her name to "lovehole." "Thank you Master," she accepted. Sandra complained very little about anything while I dominated her and didn't gripe about being called "cunt," at all even though that word offends the crap out of most women. And being that, it pleased me very much that she permitted me to use it without objection since it indicated the depth of her submission to me.

"Come with me, lovehole," George ordered. "Yes Master," she heeded as she stood up and scurried to his side, the two of them disappearing into their bedroom. "I want you to go practice guitar for the next two hours, cockslave" Guy said. "I have to read some stuff for a couple of my classes tomorrow," he informed me, picking up his book bag and heading downstairs to the sofa. "Yes Master. Thank you Master," I expressed and ambled over to my music room. For an hour, I worked on learning Iron Maiden's "The Clairvoyant" even though my band would never play it, but changing things up is good for a player. Then the second hour, I did some speed exercises while also working on my legato technique, too.

When I was done, I went downstairs and asked Guy if it was okay if I started dinner. He gave that the green light. I asked if Sandra and George were still there and he said they were. I didn't hear anything when I passed their bedroom, so if they had sex they had finished by the time I was done with my practice. Since we didn't have any breakfast, I decided to grill some chicken and make a salad and some fries. A few minutes later, George and Sandra joined us and Sandra helped me chop the vegetables, which was a huge help, and put the tea on. We then had a leisurely dinner. Around eight, George and Sandra departed for her place. Guy and I saw them off at the door and I kissed them both goodbye. I cried again even after trying to stifle that impulse, and Guy comforted me. I raised my hand. "Yes cockslave?' "Would Master like his cockslave to have the honor of showering with him?" I pondered. I knew that he was going to want to go to bed early because of school Monday, so I thought it would be a good idea to get cleaned up ASAP before we turned in. "Your Master would love the presence of his gorgeous cockslave while he showers," he assented. I smiled and helped him get his clothes off, folded them, retrieved towels and wash cloths and then ran the water to warm it up before we stepped into the shower.

He wanted to wash me first and he felt me up as he did so, Guy fondling my water slicked breasts and nipples from behind after he finished cleaning me before rubbing my pussy, both things working synergistically to make we lubricate. He then had me bend over against the wall opposite the shower head massager and repeatedly slammed his penis in to me while he pulled my hair downward to keep my eyes forward and let me know who was the boss, which was totally hot. He also slapped my ass rather hard several times as he continued pumping the full length of his weapon between my vaginal walls, eventually triggering a quaking orgasm inside me and, a little later, him sloshing his manjuice into my love pit.

I was glad he fucked me, but it made me a little weak in the knees and feeling a little lazy. Nevertheless, I set about washing him and when I rinsed the soap off of him I kissed and licked his chest. "Master, you smell so good," I praised. "Mmmm, cockslave's scent is even more intoxicating," he countered. We washed our hair and then toweled each other off. We took care of our grooming and walked off to bed still without a stitch on. As he reached for one of his textbooks, I snuggled up against him  and rubbed his chest. I reveled in his scent. He took my hand and kissed it before gently returning it to his chest. After a little while passed, he looked at me with a smile and told me I was "so great." and hugged me tightly. Then one of my dogs intervened because she needed to go do her business. Guy loves animals to an unreal degree, though not to the extent he endorses the nonsense of PETA and remarked how nice it was to be around dogs again since he couldn't  have any pets in the apartment he shared with a couple of roommates.

We fell asleep approximately an hour later and I woke up just before six. I made him omurice (an omelet packed with rice and topped with a dash of ketchup---it's good! Try it sometime). I also made Guy a couple of rice balls with simulated crab filling so he could have something to eat later in the day. that wasn't fast food. "Arigatou okaasan (thanks, mom)" he joked and kissed me goodbye.

I spent the day doing the grocery shopping, walking my dogs, playing guitar and doing housework. I was glad to find that Sandra still had some of her stuff in her bedroom, so she obviously intended to come over at least occasionally. After dinner, I watched some porno online. Yes, even though I was a girl now and could pretty much get laid anytime I wanted (albeit acting like a mega slut), I still liked to masturbate to porn on occasion. I found a really hot video of a cute middle aged Japanese woman being fucked by a very handsome and athletic black guy with an thick eight inch cock. As soon as I had the desire to touch my clit and my nipples, I phoned Guy to obtain his permission to play with myself. He punched out for his dinner break and had me hold off until he had gotten to his car because he wanted to hear me pleasure myself. I described what I was doing with my fingers as well as the video while my digits did the walking, as it were. The video ended and I quickly found another interracial video of an early 20's Japanese girl who was being double teamed by both black and white guys (two guys total). Unlike the middle aged woman, who could only take about 75% of the black guy's cock, the younger girl took it all, including doing a nice throat fuck scene. I imagined that was me they were doing that to and my breathing soon froze before the pleasure suddenly detonated inside me, causing me to pant some not so nice verbiage into Guy's ear. I apologized that I couldn't be there to blow him or to be fucked and generally give his hard cock some relief. "It's all good fun," he rationalized. No big deal. It definitely woke me up,"  he laughed. "I love you Master!" I burbled, concluding the call.

I called him later on and asked him if he minded if I came over to his place Tuesday to make him an early dinner. He definitely liked that idea. His roommates wouldn't be home since they worked during the day. He came to his apartment just before 12:30 and I was waiting for him, as I arrived about five minutes earlier. I made some dim sum before leaving home and also brought a wok, oil and a bag of vegetables and a container of steamed rice. Their refrigerator was bare. Typical bachelors. The place needed a woman's touch, too, as it looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in a couple of weeks. They had a few old bowls, plates and I had chopsticks, so I cooked the vegetables, steamed the rice and dim sum to reheat them and plated everything. "Wow cockslave, this is bloody wonderful," he enthused. "Definitely better than what I would have eaten otherwise," he smiled. "Would Master mind if I cleaned his apartment for him?" "Hellz yeah, cockslave. Knock yourself out!" he consented. When he finished eating, I looked to see what cleaning supplies they had. Not  nearly enough. I told Guy I was going to the store to get some and I would be back as soon as I could. I returned at about two and began to tidy things up. I asked permission to go into Guy's bedroom and he was good with it. His room was cluttered and his bedding looked as if it hadn't been washed in two months. Ewww!

Guy had to leave a half hour later and let me stay to finish the job. I vacuumed, scrubbed and did laundry so that Guy could have some clean bed clothes. I was still there at 5:30 when one of his roommates came home. "Who are you?" he asked, surprised by my presence. "I'm Guy's girlfriend," I revealed. "I'm Miwa," I said, extending my hand to Ron, who didn't tell me his surname. "I volunteered to do  the housework for him since it was such a mess in here," I disclosed. "I'm glad somebody's doing it," he laughed. Ron then got on his cellphone to Guy to check my story out. I then said, "if you guys let me into your rooms I can clean them up for you," I offered. "I'm sure they need it." I spent another couple of hours cleaning the roommates' spaces and doing their laundry. The other one, Sam, arrived home not long after Ron did. They knew Guy had a new girlfriend but we obviously hadn't met yet. I texted Guy to tell him I was finally on my way home at about eight p.m. I didn't get home until nine due to the horrendous traffic even that late at night. When Guy phoned me the next morning, he said that he joked that he thought he had walked into another apartment by mistake because it was clean for once. "Master, as much as your cockslave loves serving you, she doesn't believe she can do that on a regular basis," I explained to him. "Yeah, it sucks living with other dudes," he lamented. "Is there any male on the planet who isn't a total slob?" he asked rhetorically. He moved on to about what they thought about me personally, which mostly devolved down to observations about my ass, tits, face and race. Again, typical male conversation.

Guy went on to tell me about what his schedule was going to be for the next few weeks because he got buried by a bunch of term paper assignments. This was to be expected and wasn't his fault, but it was evident that I wasn't going to see much of him over the course of the rest of the semester. And I didn't. He came over Saturday evening but was pretty sleep deprived and I gave him a massage and a blowjob before he crashed in my bed. Then he had to get up Sunday morning to hit the library again and just went home from there. So that my band was busy during the month was a good thing since it helped keep my mind off of not being able to see my Master. We had sex maybe three times after that phone call. That just wasn't going to cut it.

His work, though, was a lot closer to me than where he lived, so I showed up there sporadically and would bring dinner for him and play a little kissy face. He never took that for granted, either. His colleagues envied him for having a girlfriend who was willing to do that. I got to know a few of them over the ensuing weeks and I brought dinner for everybody three or four times.

Sandra's scheduling problems prevented us from doing anymore college or high school gigs since the ones we did in September. We rented a veterans hall in the City of Orange in October and printed up hundreds of flyers and ran all over the county distributing them. We deliberately scheduled it in the middle of the week so that we weren't competing with the weekend panoply of Southern California entertainment. A little less than 50 people came out to see us at the Legion hall gig. We lost money on it after rent,  two security guards and paying the sound man since we only charged five bucks a pop, but it wasn't enough to keep us from talking one of the local junior colleges into letting us have a booking for cheap at its 100 seat hall two weeks later. That actually sold out and we made a little money. Because we were the only act, we played for two hours at both gigs, including extended guitar workouts on "Coast to Coast," which he hadn't performed before until the Legion Hall concert, and "Sails of Charon," which we had only learned  a week before.

It was great spending time with Sandra again and we were all smiles during those gigs. I thought we were pretty inspired and I was elated after they had ended. The audience members seemed to love it, as camera phones were out shooting video pretty much start to finish and then they came around during load out to talk to us and take pictures with the band members. Unfortunately, neither George or Guy could be at those concerts due to their work obligations.

A few weeks later, the first week of December, I think it was, we did a bar gig in Redondo Beach with another tribute band headlining. So we got 45 minutes and rather tepid reaction. I don't know if we were lousy (I certainly didn't think so) or if it was just what opening acts have to put up with, an audience so intent on seeing the headliner that they ignore who came on before them. We  shut it down for the year after that.

When Thanksgiving rolled around, Guy and I finally got to spend a few days together. He invited me to his house to have dinner with his family, but that did not go well. Oh, they liked me well enough and I guess Guy had talked me up to his mom, but his father was kind of an asshole. A really smart guy, but Jesus buddy, fucking chill out, okay? I told Guy that if he became like his dad I would leave him. He didn't like that very much because I was talking about his dad, but tough shit. His father was one of those people who seemed to like making themselves miserable. How he and Guy's mom stayed together for decades I couldn't figure out. I was in such a foul mood afterward that I decided to sleep alone after we got back to my house. Of course, that REALLY hocked Guy off and he threatened to break up with me. He had a point. I was, in effect, punishing him for the conduct of his father. I apologized to him the next morning and he flogged me to within an inch of my life and then fucked me from behind as punishment. Every time his pubic bone collided with my body, it would hurt like hell after the kind of corporal correction I endured. He also gave me an hour of corner time standing on one leg and then took me over to his apartment and made me clean it again. As part of my penance, I bought them new plates, bowls, glasses and flatware, too. In any event, I was now on six months probation, so if I screwed up again like that he was going to punt. What I pulled was a total chick maneuver and I was disappointed in myself that I did that.

Saturday morning, though, his anger had subsided but I was still sore from the punishment. I served him breakfast in bed and then we had sex when he was through eating. He mostly spent the day in bed, though, doing research on the internet and reading. I also gave him a supplementary Japanese lesson. However, I couldn't even play guitar due to the welts on my legs and hips and I was glad he made me be naked all the time when we were at my place. Clothes would have just scraped those wounds and could have really stung. The sex was only mildly painful this time as opposed to Friday, where it felt like I was being burned alive with each thrust.

It has to be said that Guy didn't really like punishing me. He would threaten to, but because I would always do whatever he wanted he never did until the Thanksgiving incident. We did agree, though, that I definitely wasn't spending Christmas with his folks.

Sunday, the welts had pretty much disappeared though there was still some skin irritation. Guy fucked me twice and it was A LOT more comfortable and enjoyable. He decided to spend the day just relaxing so he could clear his head. I stayed out of his way and let him have some "me time." I jammed in my music room for six hours. I learned three new songs, Thin Lizzy's "Thunder and Lightning," Saxon's "Motorcycle Man" and a  Cream track called "Tales of Brave Ulysses." My fingers were sore, though, because my calluses had eroded somewhat thanks to the three day layoff.

I didn't see Guy at all after that until Christmas break because he was just too busy or frazzled. I knew exactly how he felt from my own college experience. I didn't want to be in his way and he warned me anyway this could happen. He managed to skip out early the Friday when the holiday began and told him how glad I was to see him. He apologized for neglecting me, but there wasn't much he could have done about that. He had finished all his papers for  the semester and now just had to worry about finals. He took a shower and, after he had a chance to kind of decompress for an hour or so, we were able to get to sleep. I told him I wanted him to sleep a lot. I awoke around 11 a.m. Saturday and didn't bother to wake him up. I made some rice balls so he could have something quick to shovel down his gullet when he finally did arise, which wouldn't be until after two.

I told him not to get me anything for Christmas since I already had everything I wanted. I did, though, go nuts buying things for others. I got Sandra a Dave Gilmour signature Strat and a Fender Supersonic 2x12 combo amp. I bought George a Charvel San Dimas guitar and a Marshall combo amp. For Guy, I purchased a new LED HDTV, a new bed with several changes of top sheets, blankets and bedspreads plus new pillows, $1000 worth of gift certificate from a certain well known internet retailer to use for textbooks or tomes related to his major or studying Japanese. I also informed him that I wanted him to move in with me so he could quit his job and focus solely on school. However, I also averred that I would kick him out like bad trash if his grades fell off plus he was going to have to begin working out daily. As one can imagine, he had mixed feelings about this. He decided that it would be best for him to stay put at both work and his apartment just to make sure he and I were going to work out, promising that he would move in during the summer of the new year  if we were still an item. That sounded rational to me.

Anyway, getting back to Saturday, he looked at the clock and when he found me in the living room watching tv, he was apologetic. After kneeling on the floor, I told him he did exactly what was good for him, so it wasn't any skin off of my back and directed him to the rice balls in the refrigerator. He said he wasn't feeling in a masterful mood and so I could do anything I wanted that day, including wearing clothes, since it was cold. I asked him if I could wear pants and he okayed that, too. He gobbled the rice balls up, chasing them down with some iced tea. I donned a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and socks. I was still a girl, though, so I needed a blanket to keep warm on a day that would only get into the mid-50's (which is positively arctic conditions in Southern California).

He laid his head in my lap as we watched the History Channel together and held my hand while he did so. Guy had explained to me quite a while back that he was normally a pretty quiet man and I had noticed that, so we sat/laid there mostly silently for the next several hours, interrupted only by my dogs wanting to jump on the couch with us (which they were permitted to do) or when they needed to go out to do their business.

However, at dinner,  he dropped a bombshell on me: his company might send him to Japan. He had applied for the position and was still awaiting word. The interview had gone well, he thought. Fortunately, he would be gone for only three months, but it would mean delaying his graduation from college by another six months. I had lived in Japan for a while and was glad he had a shot at the opportunity. I told him that I couldn't stay with him because I can't leave my dogs kenneled that long. But I would fly in at the same time he did and then show him how to get around Tokyo, where a lot of the cool shit is and I would also use it as another excuse to go on another guitar buying spree and then fuck off back to California after a couple of weeks.

Sunday, I told him I was going to have him practice his Japanese and I would show him some things he might not be familiar with. I also made a list of things to pack and where he could buy good meals so he didn't have to eat fast food. Another good thing about Guy is that he's omnivorous. That is, he can eat just about anything and he was going to run across stuff in Japan that he hadn't seen before on the food front. Not quite as exotic as what one sees in Taiwan and China, but odd by American standards. We went to a Japanese supermarket about 20 minutes from my house. We went through the aisles and I explained what the stuff he hadn't eaten before would taste like. I bought a bunch of it and would cook it later that night to introduce him to it directly rather than just through verbiage. One thing his Japanese coworkers might test him on is natto,  a sticky soybean concoction that many Japanese eat for breakfast, It has boatloads of protein in it, but the taste and texture puts a lot of people off. Nobody has a neutral opinion of natto in Japan. It's always either love or hate. I am on the love side myself. But you have to eat a mint afterward or your breath will stink.

Guy had been a Japanophile for a few years, so he had already gotten stuck in on a lot of stuff and could already read newspapers and magazines. His vocabulary and knowledge of dialects, though, still had a ways to go and he often got lost when the language was spoken rapidly. I told him not to panic, he will get used to it and speaking is a reflex anyway. The more you do it the better you get at it and the better you hear what the other person is saying.

We returned and I started cooking. I lectured him on Japanese table manners, too. As it turned out, he had no problems with any of the stuff I made. I neglected to get okonomiyaki, but urged him to go check it out as soon as he could because it is soooo good. Takoyaki, though, sucks, imho. Guy liked natto, so no problem there as long as he could eat rice with it.

We cleaned up the mess we had made and headed upstairs and laid in bed while we continued the conversation. He called my advice invaluable and then slid his hand up the sweater I was wearing and unhooked my bra. We were under the covers, so I pulled the sweater and bra off and put my breasts on display for him. He kissed me very tenderly while he fondled my breasts. I was smiling like a fool at him as he did this because I loved him so much. He nuzzled my neck and I revealed to him how many Japanese women find having the inner ridges of their ears lightly licked erotic. I gave him permission to sleep with the women there  for the experience, but he was going to find it pretty much impossible to get into any BDSM action over such a short period, so he should just be content with having a vanilla lifestyle during his Japanese stint. Then he drilled the shit out of me.

His boss gave his job performance a good review and, just after the New Year's holidays were over in Japan, he was told that he was the one they would send there. Of course, he was stoked and I was glad for him. He was going to leave the last week of February. He immediately gave his roommates notice that he was leaving and would be moving in with me. He took his finals and then would have a month long break from school before he boarded his flight. I booked a private jet, which, roundtrip, was going to cost me in excess of $100,000, but I had been spoiled by the experience with John plus I was planning on bringing a lot of stuff back with me and it would be too much of a hassle doing it on a commercial flight. My cellphone worked worldwide, so I told him to call me once he was about to exit the airport because I was going to fly into Tokyo two days before his arrival and would go to meet him once he got into his hotel.

Guy moved into my place on January 15th. The following day, I took him clothes shopping. Again, like a lot of guys, he would wear his clothes until they were falling apart. I wanted him to make a better impression, so I bought him brand new clothes, including a new suit and a more secure suitcase. I felt like his mom while I was doing this, but being a former male, I understood why he had kind of a lax attitude toward his clothes. We then went to a Japanese restaurant and had a delicious lunch. After that, we hit some local bookstores since I told Guy that Japanese tv is pretty sucky and he would be better off focusing on reading and, of course, building his Japanese vocabulary.

When we got home, he ordered me to strip and to kneel. He took his cock out and skullfucked me before serving me a big heapin' helpin' of his mancream. We drifted upstairs to my bedroom and cuddled and talked. He expressed his gratitude for everything I was doing for him.

My metamorphosis into a chick continued, though. Whereas in the weeks and months immediately following my transformation due to the magic coin, I was a lot more independent and not really feeling socially needy, as I call it, more and more I began to both enjoy and need a man's presence in my bed at night. I still had my male high sex drive, though, and most nights concluded with me and Guy fucking. I was definitely going to miss him during his trip.