It had been quite the last three months now for Jessica. She had turned 18, accepted Mike's marriage proposal, engaged in incest with both of her parents, Mike was screwing her mother every now and again and she played gigs and was kicking ass in school. She had a touch of senioritis, though, and didn't  take any AP classes because she had done so much work her junior year and had a lot more of it ahead of her in what was likely to be 8-10 years of college, so she just wanted to cruise her last year of high school  and spend time with Mike, play guitar and read.

But no rest for the wicked, as they say,. Mike created more havoc on campus. In fact, it was the worst incident of his checkered high school career, though it definitely tickled his sometimes borderline evil sense of humor. As October went into the books, Jessica was hoping that they would hit a nice straight stretch of relatively predictable tranquility. The year was now in the home stretch in November. On a cool, drizzly day early in the month, Jessica and Mike were hanging out in a corridor to get out of the rain before school started and were being treated, if one can call it that, to overhearing a group of evangelical Christian chicks prattling about the concept of submission to one's husband. This inane bit of nonsense had been kicked up by a Republican presidential hopeful who had, in attempting to play to the wackjob ooga booga faction of her party, talked about it in a couple of her speeches, which the press then picked up and, as it is wont to do, turned into another asinine talking head waste of everybody's time food fight.

Mike just barged into their little group and told them he was going to ask them a question. Not "may I ask you a question," but the attitude was 'here's my question and love it or shove it." "So do you guys know what the difference is between natural submission and coerced submission? Because the truth is that most of you assholes who talk about this shit are no more willing to submit with your whole heart to your husbands than I am to eat a shit sandwich." The deer in the headlights look they gave him at the sudden intrusion just about caused Jessica to fall out of her wheelchair in laughter. Mike looked into the eyes of the one girl who was the prattler in chief and saw a familiar expression on it. "Oh shit, I have this chick by the short and curlies now" he thought to himself. The bell rang signaling everyone to go to class. Mike looked the girl, who was named Jocelyn, straight in the eye and basically ordered her to show up at her brother's basketball game at a local Boys Club later that day to talk about it.

After school, Jessica and Mike went to see his little brother play. He didn't much care if Jocelyn materialized, but it would be highly entertaining to him if she would. Too bad for her and the image of evangelical Christians as well as the school they all attended that she did. Her original stated rationale for going to that game was to excoriate him for making a fool out of her in front of her friends in the profane fashion he did. She started in with some of the usual bizarro world cant that empty eyed knuckle dragging true believers are prone to spout, but Mike just told her to shut the fuck up, which she not only did, she liked that he said that. Well, deep down anyway.

Mike then lectured her on the concept of natural submissives vs. coerced submissives, that being that someone who is a fully realized subbie isn't repressing anything and rejoices in their subordination to their dominant and that kind of submission is based on communication, trust and love whereas the kind of submission that the Christian nutbars are fond of is inherently repressive, sexist, exploitative and abusive. The reason is that women, by mere dint of their gender, are consigned to be under the thumb of a man irrespective of whether those women are dominant themselves, natural submissives or somewhere in between. And when people have to repress who they are that repressed character will usually express itself in some negative way, either through depression, self destruction or acting out in anger. Or they get the crap beaten out of them by their husbands for not being the perfect picture of what they hold to be the Christian woman. She tried to answer him back, but he told her to shut up again and if she wanted to discuss some more she could do so at his house the following day.

The girl was obviously outgunned and an easy target. Mike wondered if she would actually go to all the trouble of driving some miles away to visit his house ostensibly to defend herself  even if she had an inner need to obey a strong male. Well, she did turn up on Mike's doorstep and had the president of the school's Christian club in tow to boot. Now this is actually where the problems started. Mike invited them up to his game room and then he recapitulated his rant of the previous day.. The president of the club, Fred Birtanoff, endeavored to explain how he thought Mike had it all wrong. Jessica chimed in by talking about how she had read Erich Fromme's "Escape from Freedom" and how the main reason people believe in the bullshit that Fred was propounding was that it made them feel good and little else, that all Christians are basically Kabuki Christians and that the brand of submission that they were selling was not just in total denial of reality, but downright cruel.

"What you're gonna have, and probably do have," Mike started, "is women who go through the motions of being submissive to their husbands but their husbands are not required in the least to know the root of their submission, respect it as the gift that it is or know how to provide the guidance that would make her submission a truly fulfilling experience. Instead, this topic is just undercover porno marketed to jackoff small dicked redneck losers. Meanwhile, the people in the BDSM community who practice a non-coercive form of submission where the object is to use erotic power exchange as part of one's daily happiness are seen as evil and some Christians even want them locked up when many of the folks in the religion industry who call BDSM adherents names are themselves some of the scummiest perverts and thieves on earth." Fred tried to answer that with the old bullshit dodge that there is a difference between Christianity and religion, which Mike cut off at the knees by noting that so many Christians feel a need to attend giant industrial corporate type churches and they all basically circle jerk each other in terms of who they feature and what rhetoric they propound.

Mike then said, "okay motherfucker, let me show you something that will blow your mind." Mike looked Jocelyn in the eyes and ordered her on her knees. Just like with Jennifer, her first impulse was to tel Mike to go fuck himself, but something inside of her stopped her and she quietly kneeled in front of him. "Okay, now take off your clothes," he commanded. Again, she hesitated, but mere minutes later, she was naked. Mike then hogtied, gagged and blindfolded her. He grabbed her by the hair and asked her, "you love this, don't you bitch?" She nodded yes and then she left the launchpad for sub space.

Jessica was quietly laughing to herself at the spectacle. Ol' Fred's jaw was on the ground. "So dude," Mike inquired, "are you going to go to your fellow club members tomorrow and excommunicate her from it because she's a natural subbie, except she doesn't need the self-defeating horseshit you assholes are spouting off about, or are you going to recognize that she is prime submit to your husband material and keep her around? What she actually needs is a kind and loving Master who will truly shepherd her through her submission and not some greasy haired scammer televangelist more interested in money and power than souls and saying she's a degenerate because she had an innate need to serve another. And you motherfuckers will abuse her anyway.."

"This girl will give her whole heart to her submission, but she can't unless you fuckers start handling the issue better. The others will just be going through the motions or completely lying about their supposed submission. Therefore what you guys need to do is start dominating women to find out who the real submissives are from the long line of fakes. Let me show you something...." Mike pulled the blindfold off the girl and the far away glassy eyed countenance was well in evidence. "When you give a girl a direct order and you see indications of looks like the one she has right now, then you will know she is a true subbie. Also, it isn't enough just to order them around. Restraining them and applying corrective punishment will reinforce the need to submit. I'll show you how to tie them up if you want and there are also tutorials on the internet."

Fred was such a lamer that he had never seen a girl naked before in the flesh, only on porn sites online. What Mike was saying seemed to make a good deal of sense, though he found a lot of it highly unscriptural. His libido and repressed sexual curiosity basically had him soon taking rope bondage lessons from Mike and from the net. Mike untied the girl, woke her out of her stupor and sent her and Freddie boy home when it was dinner time. And then, as Mike told Jessica when the pair of believers walked out the door, "all hell breaking loose in 3...2....1..."

After about half a dozen lessons in the art of bondage, Mike told Fred that would be it, that he wanted nothing to do with them again and that if Fred wasn't careful, mixing religion with BDSM can get you in a whole world of hurt. Mike knew, though, that religious nuts just can't help themselves and he had totally set them up.

The carnage began the following February. The story was that Fred had gone back to his little club and announced their new policy of ferreting out girls who really would submit to their husbands and distinguish them from the actresses who were merely talking the talk and not walking the walk. This resulted in a lot of the male club members obtaining BDSM gear to use on their female friends or girlfriends, which ordinarily is fine. Unless of course, if your mommy finds cuffs, floggers, nipple clamps and dog collars under your bed. That is what happened. The headline in the always sensationalist local news was, "High School Bondage Cult." Embarrassed parents of some of the girls in the club pressed assault charges against a few of the group's males.. One of those charged attempted to have Mike come in to testify, but Jessica's dad's attorney got that subpoena quashed on grounds of relevance, the judge saying that he wasn't going to entertain any "the devil (or twinkies or heavy metal bands) made me do it" defenses. The hysterical media coverage lasted for weeks and tarred the reputation of the school and Christians were backpedaling all over hell and back denying that their "submitting to your husband" cant was an endorsement of kinky sex. Mike was so proud. Jessica almost wanted to call him, "Master Loki," after, to describe it rather broadly, the Norse god of chaos.

But to get back to November, just before Thanksgiving, both Travis and Dennis announced that they were leaving the band. Travis was drafted in by another metal band, Malicious Wizard, which gigged more regularly and had a cult following in Europe, and Dennis had a ton of work in his AP classes and he decided he wanted to go to either Harvard, Yale or Columbia. His SAT score was in the 1400 range. However, he wanted Jessica's dad to write a letter of recommendation for him. Carl had just been promoted to a marketing vice president position with a 30% jump in pay..

The change in the Hamadas' home life had Carl going to and coming home from his job in a very happy frame of mind and it helped his performance at the workplace, something he credited to Mike and Jessica. Jessica wasn't supposed to get any Christmas presents that year because Carl had bought some equipment for her now dissolved band, but he told Mike to pick a new guitar for her and come December 25th she opened the box to a red ESP Random Star that had been ordered from Japan. Jessica was a fan of Loudness guitarist Akira Takasaki and he was known for playing that model. This was after Carl told Jessica to pick a guitar for Mike in gratitude for training his wife and when Mike came to Jessica's after eating Christmas dinner with his family on the holy day he was now the owner of the same Jackson Rhoads RR5 model that Jessica played. He had always been asking her to let him play hers and so that made giving him his own a no brainer.

Carl hardly knew Dennis at all, but he decided to interview him before putting his signature to a recommendation letter. Dennis began playing classical string bass in elementary school and then switched to electric when he and Mike started becoming interested in heavy metal in junior high. Carl was suitably impressed by him and had Jessica write the letter on his company's stationary for him since she knew him better than he did before reading it and then signing it. Jessica subsequently gave him a blowjob partly for helping her friend out and mostly because she just wanted to make him feel good. While she was on her knees and on his dick, Mike came over and Jennifer answered the door dressed in the light blue lingerie outfit Mike had her buy a few months back. "Jessica's sucking Master right now," she told him. "Can pussy do anything for you Mike?" "Yeah, I could use a bj myself," he retorted and Jennifer took him into the living room and got him off while he watched Jessica bobbing on Carl's prick. 

Mike had coached Carl up good on the BDSM protocol and anything else he knew about it and just as Mike called Jessica "his little Asian fucktoy," Carl opted for "pussy" for Jennifer after the James Bond character Pussy Galore. Plus, just as Jessica's slave name reminded her of what she was, so the same became true for Jennifer.

For Mike's brother, though, things weren't so hot. He still couldn't get a girlfriend and was continuing to waste his time playing video games for hours on end. His grades stunk as well. So for his 15th birthday, Mike had his parents donate his brother's video game console and cache of games to charity and buy him a Fender Highway One Strat, a Marshall 215c combo amp and some effects pedals and more or less dictated to him that he was going to take lessons, too.  The thinking there was that not only would playing guitar help his brother meet women, but studying music is good for a child's mental development and at least if he started playing in bands it would get him out of the house. To say that Mike's brother wasn't happy would understate things by a long way. He had also grown to the point now where kicking his ass would be a challenge for the lanky Mike. So shutting him up by merely punching his lights out was less of an option.

The early going was pretty rough. Mike would go  into his brother's room at night and ask what his guitar teacher had taught him and browbeat his brother into trying to play it in front of him. Mike would then make suggestions, tell him to do added work to supplement it and rank him out if he didn't hear him practicing. His brother started calling Mike "the Guitar Nazi."

Mike determined that a lot of his brother's resentment likely originated in his lack of action with girls and decided to help him out while psychologically slapping him around a little bit to jar his brain to life. Just a few days after New Year's, Mike tied Jessica up in his favorite position for her in his bedroom after inserting vibrators in her ass and pussy and using the vibrating nipple clamps on her milk duds.. That is, her arms spread  wide open on headboard with her legs restrained to the same attachment point as her wrists, leaving her pussy wide open and thrust in front. He blindfolded and gagged her and then tickled her until she was out of breath while the vibrators shook at 75% of full strength. She was soon in sub space and having multiple orgasms before Mike pulled the vibrating egg out of her pussy and fucked the bejesus out of her, infusing a full load of cum into her exposed slit.

Mike pulled out and put some pants on and then went into his brother's room without knocking. "Hey dude, I want to show you something uber amazing," Mike tempted. But look, you need to keep quiet, okay?" "This had better be good Mike or I'm gonna be pissed," little bro warned. The brother followed him and Mike opened the door to his own bedroom. Little bro did a double take. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jessica was naked and tied up and Mike's semen was dripping out of her. Little bro's cock instantly became hard while Mike snickered at his reaction. Mike then steered his sibling just outside the door. "Now look, when I remove her blindfold, pay close attention to the expression on her face. If you know that expression you can get and fuck a fair number of chicks," Mike promised. Of course, little bro was up for that and they both tiptoed up to Jessica, who was somewhere between Pluto and Alpha Centauri in her mind at the moment. Mike gingerly lifted the blindfold, revealing his subby's heavy lidded eyes and drunken expression before he dropped the eye mask back on her.

They slowly retreated from the room and Mike explained that he will teach his brother how to use reading a girl's face to get with her after he takes Jessica home. Little bro walked back to his room and jacked off three times in a row, doing it so vigorously to the point where his cock was rubbed raw, whle imagining himself with his penis, which was now as long and thick as Mike's when erect, connected to and spewing into Jessica's sperm gutter.

When Mike returned home, he fetched his brother but also told him to bring his guitar with him. "Now listen dude, you have to handle what I'm about to say very carefully or otherwise you will become the school creep," he began. He then talked about how some women are hardwired to submit to certain men but that it is also in a very specific way. "So I just can't slap them when they get out of line?" little bro ignorantly wondered. "Actually, dude, you shouldn't need to use any non-consensual violence to keep a sub in line. In fact, you, as a dominant must have bigtime self control to make this work and be willing to be patient with her progress in her journey of submission," Mike lectured. He then told him how he can determine if one or more of his classmates is a submissive, but stopped there, saying, "okay dude, practice the C minor and E Minor pentatonic scales for an hour right now in front of me and I will give you more info about this shit tomorrow," Mike swore. Mike pulled up online tabs of those scales and told his brother to get cracking.

The next night, he expanded on his initial teaching and then had hm practice the lesson his guitar teacher had given him that day.. Little brother was a clever shit and when he finished he made a proposal: "if I practice four hours a night for six months then will you let me fuck Jessica?" Mike's eyes narrowed and he looked like he was going to amputate his brother's head right there. "Listen, dude, it just doesn't work like that. Yeah, I basically tell her what to do and she pretty much gives me sex whenever I want, but it is within a really limited framework. The point of a BDSM relationship, as it is in all relationships, is trust. When I tie her up or do something kinda provocative with her, she allows it with the understanding that I will protect her and bring her out of it safely. Once she feels she can no longer be protected by me then she will tel me to fuck off and she'll find someone else. I also don't believe that you have the work ethic to practice four hours a night."

Mike spent the next night at Jessica's but he wondered if he could use her sexuality to make his brother a better guitar player. He discussed it with her, saying that when he does something good you could give him a kiss on the cheek. Also, wear some kinda fruity perfume so that he will associate a smell with you." "Oh, kinda like a Pavlov thing Master?" "Yes fucktoy, exactly. Put your tits in his back every now and again, too." Jessica giggled at Mike's plan.

So the next day, Jessica put a couple of tiny drops of a strawberry scented perfume on her neck and spent the day and night with Mike. Jessica knocked on his bedroom door. "Hey sweety, do you want to practice with us?" Jessica was dressed primly, but still looked sexy. Little brother followed her wheelchair as if he was on a leash. For the next few hours, they went over the stuff he had been taught to date, with Jessica acting really flirty with him, rubbing his back when he played something perfectly and showing him how to play it correctly when he didn't. He so wanted to please Jessica it was cracking Mike up. The brother's cock felt like  it was going to burst, it was so stiff, and the front of his jeans were sopped with leaking precum. Jessica felt kind of bad cockteasing a high school freshman, but was sort of  enjoying it, too. Little brother only knocked off practicing because the tips of his fingers were sore since he hadn't developed calluses heavy enough yet to play over such an extended time.

Jessica was over again the next night and she purposefully tormented him again. At the end of that session, Mike asked him, "so if you were still playing video games you think Jessica here would even be talking to you?" "No," the brother admitted. "I'll tell you what baby," Jessica cooed to the brother. "You learn all your major and minor pentatonic scales all over the fretboard at 125 beats per minute and know instantly what note it is when I point to a fret on the fingerboard then I will let you make out with me for five minutes." He choked down an "okay," causing Mike to just about rupture a kidney laughing. "If you can do all your major, minor and diminished scales all over the neck at 125 bpm, which isn't that fast, I'll let you suck my nipples for five minutes. If you know all of your major, minor and diminished scales, modes and you can sweep pick, I will let you lick my pussy for as long as you want. If you can do all of the last one and play "Far Beyond the Sun" by Yngwie Malmsteen, "Technical Difficulties" by Paul Gilbert and the funtwo version of "Canon Rock," I'll let you do all of the other stuff plus give you a blow job. But there will be conditions attached before I'll do the last one. " "What's that?" "You have to shave your pubic hair off and have had a shower." "Why do you want me to shave my pubes?" "Because when a girl goes down on you she will know that she isn't going to get any hair in her mouth plus it makes your cock look bigger." 'I'll settle for neatly trimmed hair down there, but wild untamed bush is a no," she elaborated.

"Again, dude, any chance in hell any girl makes this offer if you're not paying her if you fritter all your time away playing with your joystick?" Mike challenged. "No," the brother conceded.

When the brother had vacated for the night, Mike turned to Jessica and pondered, "so what does fucktoy believe the chances are that she will have to deliver on any of that?" Jessica giggled, "Master, your little Asian fucktoy  can see the first one Maybe happening, but she has strong doubts that she will have to deliver on any of the other promises. And by the time he nails everything on that list anyway it will be a minimum of two years, perhaps double that." "Well, I guess we'll find out, fucktoy," Mike said. "But I think fucktoy is likely to be proven correct."