Mike and Jessica cuddled for about half an hour and then Mike, after rousing his freshly sex battered slut, told her to put on her bikini while he got dressed. Jessica reached into one of the drawers that were embedded into the platform of her bed and pulled the little outfit out and put it on, Mike's cum descending into the crotch of it as they sat there playing guitar. Mrs. Hamada, who had changed into a more typical soccer mom ensemble, stopped into Jessica's room to announce that she was going to do the grocery shopping. She immediately noticed the smell of sex evident in the space, which caused her to get a "wet on" herself as she realized that her precious daughter had just gotten her brains fucked out. That caused the 44 year old milf to reminisce on the drive to the supermarket about some of the things she had done in college, especially during spring break. "God, if Carl knew how many guys I screwed he never would have married me," she snickered to herself. She especially recalled one incident where her and two of her girlfriends, also Asian, had gotten drunk while hanging out poolside at their motel and then got invited up by some hot black guys and, after sharing a blunt of what they said was chronic with them, they had a mini-orgy that left her sore for two days afterward.

She loved the way the athletically built and well hung players just took what they wanted. She was sitting on her back on the floor with her head against the couch chilling, giggling at their overtures to her and her pals and generally feeling really good when one of the guys just pulled her bathing suit bottoms off and started fucking her with his eight inch cock. Something seemed to happen to her mentally and she ultimately put it down to the synergistic effects of the booze and pot, but she felt floaty and was more than good with letting them do what they wanted with her and bareback at that. She thinks she may have been balled as many as eight times, sucked a number of cocks, two of them  cumming on her face, had who knows how many orgasms, and was still dripping cum down her legs when she got back to the room her and her girlfriends, who were as equally used, shared. And she had been boned by at least three other guys before that, she couldn't remember the exact number. When she returned home, she got tested and fortunately the results were negative. She met Carl four months after that and married him a year following graduation.

Jessica, of course, didn't want to know any of that. Jennifer told Carl she had only been with ten guys in her life, but the actual number was closer to 50. Almost all men are delusional about how many boys/men their girlfriends and wives had been to bed with. The best policy is to just let it go, that women get horny as men do. Everybody needs life experience and that includes sex. In fact, if society, and men in particular, weren't so uptight about the what is termed a "slut" issue, more men would probably be getting laid and the whole annoying bullshit kabuki game playing between men and women would be at least truncated, if not ended altogether.

Jennifer was pretty happy with her life. Jessica's health and social problems threw her for a loop, but after that, Carl had enabled her to be a stay at home mom and they had a nice house in a good neighborhood with academically competitive schools. Jessica never really gave her parents any trouble other than the noise from her guitar playing, but when she started getting good at it Jennifer didn't mind the racket as much. Carl also lasted longer in bed these days and Jennifer was having more orgasms as a result, too. And when Jessica did finally become sexually active, the guy she chose actually seemed to be good for her and not some random hophead goofball. Jennifer was also glad that she had put her daughter on birth control since her own sexual history, where she learned parents can't keep an eye on their kids 24/7, made that the pragmatic option.

The hypocrisy in Jennifer, though, was that if she walked in on Mike and Jessica engaging in BDSM, she would have thrown a fit despite her own need to submit to a man merely so she won't look like a freak, too, when, in fact, she was. Carl tied her up on occasion,  though not as much as she would have liked, but not in the elaborate ways Mike did Jessica, and that kind of domination wasn't really in Carl's blood anyway. Like too many other people, Jennifer thought of BDSM as a "beat me daddy eight to the bar," as an old pop song had it, proposition and not as an elaborate communication and lifestyle ritual that emphasizes the rights of the subbie over those of the dominant first.

Mike and Jessica went to his house, where they hung out in or near the hot tub and the pool, though on his lap because sitting on the concrete steps would hurt her sore ass more. The water felt good, though, against the butt that Mike had reddened. They then went up to the music room, where Mike had Jessica lay in his lap while they watched tv after laying towels on the cushions. Mrs. Alyea came up to check on them every now and again, but all Mike was doing was stroking his girlfriend's head or holding her hand.

By Thursday, the soreness from Mike's spankings had ceased. Friday was gig day and as they loaded in during the early afternoon, they wondered how many people would turn up at the American Legion hall they rented. One highlight was that Tony put in an appearance since the venue wasn't all that far from  his house and he helped the band do last minute equipment and sound checks. The answer was more than double their last concert, 87 to be precise, and since they were able to accommodate everyone this time they could keep the doors open and the room cooler. This crowd was rowdier, but there weren't any incidents and the band smoked their way to three encores, and that was even after they had added "Revelation"  to their main set list. The kids they taught at the guitar store were there as were a few from their first outing, too.

And like with that first time being a tribute band, punters lined up afterward to meet and talk to Jessica. A few of them groaned when she told them her and Mike were boyfriend-girlfriend. Nevertheless, they wanted to take pictures with her even though Jessica had misgivings how she must have looked after playing for more than two hours. Mike was fine with the attention she was getting. He had been positioning her for it and it meant that the more fans bother her they weren't bothering him. She saw some cellphone cameras out shooting video of her during their set, too.

There was a group of women at the show and the next day Jessica got an email from one of them, asking her to audition for a well known all female Iron Maiden tribute band. Jessica turned them down, saying that she was still in high school and her academic and personal life weren't going to allow her the time to tour with them. "I probably wouldn't even be allowed into a lot of the places you guys play," she posited because of her age. She also told them that next time any of them are at their shows let them know and they can sit in for a song or two.

Now it was a week until the show at the L.A. street fair and they were revved up and ready to go. They were going to be second on the bill and allowed to play for an hour plus encores.

Saturday, the band met and watched the video that was taken of the gig. There were few complaints with the way they felt they played. Mike told them that when they do the street fair gig he wanted to tear the place apart. So they were going to rehearse every day from Monday through Wednesday. "Listen Travis, we know we aren't very likely to be able to hold on to you, so this is a big chance for you to really strut your stuff and get a good gig," Mike explained. "So be sharp and let's destroy those motherfuckers." he urged him. "Thanks y'all," Travis drawled. "Really 'preciate it," he reacted.

The following Friday, Mike rented a bunch of equipment as backups because they wanted to expose themselves as little as possible to possible theft or damage of their own stuff as well as a truck to bring it to the venue. After he and Dennis tweaked the rental gear, all was left was the psychological prep and they were hungry and ready to kill.

They loaded in early Saturday morning and then prayed none of their stuff would "mysteriously" disappear. Then they all wandered around the fair having fun. They were supposed to go on at five, but delays moved that back an hour. Then some douchebag dj from a local radio station came on to announce them while the band followed him on to the stage. Travis sat Jessica in her wheelchair, which caused a lot of "huh?" kind of looks from the several thousand onlookers. But after she shredded up her solo part in the opener, 'Aces High," some of the crowd wanted to know "who the chick guitarist is." By the time they were through "Children of the Damned," the third song in their set, the crowd was going bananas and Mike and Jessica got major  applause for their execution of a harmony guitar  part in it. They took out "Somewhere in Time" and instead did "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" earlier and then followed it up with "Revelation," a good guitar showcase for both Mike and Jessica. They left the stage since their hour was up, but  the audience asked for an encore and they came back out.

Travis began by introducing the band members, the biggest cheer being reserved for Jessica, who heard a couple guys proposing marriage to her, which made her laugh, and she waved at the perpetrators. "You guys better not be tired. We wanna hear you sing with us on this one! 'The Trooper!'" The members of the group were so jacked up now that they did the song at a near thrash metal tempo, which only excited the audience more and by the time they finished their second encore tune, "Number of the Beast," they were melting faces and Jessica was getting off on hearing the signal from their guitars rebounding off the near by office buildings and playing to the sea of fist pumping humanity in front of her. They were asked back for another encore and kept the crowd rocking with "Die With Your Boots On" and "Iron Maiden."

That was it for their contracted time. When the dj came back on stage, the crowd let him have it. "Hey you faggot, bring the band back on!" Then chants of "Maiden! Maiden!" broke out and not  wanting to cause a riot, the band emerged from backstage. "Thank you L.A.! Boy, y'all sure been good to us tonight. I hope we'll be back real soon! Now it's time to "Run to the Hills!" A cry of recognition arose among the crowd as soon as they kicked off the opening riff and then they sang lustily, as their voices echoed all over the fair site. And that was it. They were able to account for all of their equipment and then got stuck in a humongous traffic jam on the way to the freeway. They ended up getting a couple of beach bar gigs out of this show. Jessica expected that the street fair would be the biggest crowd she would ever play in front of. She could hardly wait to see the video.

They were able to make it a four camera shoot, but it took a couple of days to edit it all down to a single coherent product. When they saw it, they were blown away. It was like watching some other band and not themselves just because of the scale of the audience, the fact that it  was the most professional stage they had perfomed on to date, they were so razor sharp and were called back for three encores. They made a copy of it for Tony and Carl took it to him at his work. "Man, Carl, your kids really delivered. The crowd was going apeshit! They were great at the Legion hall gig,  but Jesus, they played like they were on speed at the fair. You should be proud of your daughter. She's phenomenal."  Carl had a huge grin  on his face the rest of the day.

"Doesn't it feel weird that it was us up there?" Jessica asked the other members of the group. "Yeah, it was a trip," Dennis answered. "Well, it was because of you we got that gig babe." "I guess Mike, but if you didn't bring me into the band it wouldn't have had any chance of happening. So you're just as responsible as me for that show." "I must reward her for building her Master up," Mike thought to himself.

When Mike drove her home, he told her that he liked how his fucktoy tried to give the glory to her Master. So he promised that he wouldn't make her do anything kinky on campus the first week of school as his gift to her for that. "Thank you Master," she smiled.

The following day was a Wednesday and when Mike knocked on the door, Mrs. Hamada answered in a white bikini this time and then flashed her tits at Mike, as ordered. "Good girl, Jennifer," he said before moving on to Jessica's bedroom with a rock hard cock. His little slave stripped and he had her blow him. He  returned the favor by sucking her erect nipples and when she began to moan, he went down on her and licked and sucked her clit to several orgasms, leaving the taste of her pussy on his tongue for several hours. He then had her lay in his lap and unlocked the nipple rings, after which he massaged her milk nubs, thinking that the release of her sensitive ducts by itself would be very pleasurable for her and, by extension, putting them back on three or four days hence would be more exquisitely torturous.

Jessica was enjoying the massage of her nipples immensely. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning and sighing. "Fucktoy will now masturbate," he informed her. He continued his pinching and stroking of her teats while her lefthand began to make little circles on her clit, and Mike could see the moisture on her fingers as she played with herself. He loved watching the expressions on her pretty face change, focusing particularly on the intensity with which she kept her eyes closed, more slack at times, more firm at others. She seemed to get cuter the closer she got to cumming for some reason. She suddenly let out several big puffs of air. "Master, may your little Asian fucktoy cum?" she begged. "Why should your Master allow you to cum, fucktoy?" he teased. "Please Master, let your little Asian fucktoy cum!" she pleaded again. "The next time fucktoy fails to directly answer my question she shall be punished. Now why should I permit you an orgasm?" Mike could see her slowing herself down so she wouldn't abruptly push herself over the edge. "Because Master loves his little Asian fucktoy," she guessed. "Emotional blackmail is not a reason. Keep trying." "Because your little Asian fucktoy helped Master get a good grade in physics last semester" was her new gambit. "Yes, Master must recognize fucktoy's patience when she had to explain things to him over and over. Fucktoy may cum," he relented. Her fingers became a blur and within two minutes she was huffing and gasping as the orgasm took her up to the summit of pleasure. When the orgasm subsided, Mike grabbed her hand and licked and sucked her fingers, causing Jessica to giggle. "Fucktoy is so delicious, both inside and out" he evaluated. Jessica giggled once more and replied, "Thank you Master."

Then an idea flashed across Mike's mind. "Master has to use the bathroom. He will return shortly," he explained to Jessica. Mike went out her bedroom door, shut it, and then went out to the livingroom. "Jennifer, take your top off," he insisted. Silently and while looking up at him in a very vulnerable manner, she untied her bikini top. Mike then pulled the locking nipple rings out of his pocket and before Jennifer's mind could really comprehend what he was doing, he fastened them on to her nipples. "Now Jennifer, you will tape that chain inside your top so it doesn't show and I will unlock you before I am ready to leave." Because her nipples were slightly thicker than Jessica's, the pressure on them was going to be considerable, making them not so much throb as thump. "Okay," Jennifer agreed in a mild tone of voice. "Good girl Jennifer." As Mike walked back to Jessica's sanctum, Mrs. Hamada skipped off to her bedroom to do something about the chain's visibility.

When her nipples began to pulse, and they pulsed with some authority, she found herself becoming sopping wet. She couldn't resist putting her hands up her top to rub them because they were so stiff. Every time she did that it sent signals to her clit and it became a vicious cycle until she retreated back to her bedroom to relieve her throbbing clit while also flicking her nipples as she brought herself off several times with a pillow over her head so that neither Mike or Jessica would hear her moans or cries of pleasure. Mike wasn't even there with her and he was exerting control over her. She waited anxiously for him to emerge from her daughter's bedroom. With Jessica, the pulsation she experienced was more faint and gradual. With Jennifer, though, it was practically clubbing her over the head second by second. Two hours later, Mike finally came out of Jessica's room. "Get naked for me Jennifer," he barked softly. She did what she was told and she stood there. He walked around her inspecting her. "God, I want to fuck her so bad," he thought to himself. "Mike, please take these things off of me, she implored. "Shut up Jennifer," he countered. Mike saw her eyes flutter and he knew she was beginning to go into sub space. He unlocked the nipple rings and she reflexively rubbed her milk ducts.

"Jennifer, did you masturbate after I put the rings on you this morning?" "Yes," she reported meekly. "Since you didn't ask me for permission to do that, you must masturbate in front of your husband tonight and then do anything he wants sexually. Do you understand?" "Yes," she breathily affirmed. "Good girl, Jennifer," he validated her. "Now get dressed." Mike spun on his heels and re-entered Jessica's room and said goodbye to her after giving her a list of songs to learn.

Mike was taking a bit of a chance here, but he couldn't help himself. Later that night, Jennifer cajoled Carl into going to bed early, whereupon she told him to watch her as her hand began to stimulate her clit. Carl couldn't just watch his hot wife pleasuring herself. He leaned over and sucked on her nipples, which felt so good to his wife after what she had endured with the nipple rings. He was both massaging them with his tongue and lips and also hastening her toward climax. Ten minutes later, she felt a shiver and a shudder and then she came hard, which relaxed her and made her less resistant to doing whatever it was Carl had in mind. He climbed on top of her and fucked her waiting snatch, as she orgasmed three more times before he finally unloaded into her. She had carried out Mike's order and satisfied her husband, but she didn't know why she was allowing Mike to control her the way he was now.

The secretive aspect of the fact of Mike's control made her submission to him daring and dangerous, two things that will usually make any woman wet. But it wasn't just the furtive nature of it that was exciting, but there was something deeper that was resonating within her that was causing her to be susceptible to his commands and yet still allowing him to see her daughter and being glad that he was.