Over the ensuing weeks, Mike was amazed at the amount of practice that his brother was now putting into guitar. By the end of February, he knew all his pentatonic scales and the fretboard and could do a decent job playing them, at least for a beginner. So the last day of the month, after Mike's parents had gone to sleep, Mike lightly knocked on his brother's door and told him to come to his room. When the little brother, who was attired only in his underwear, entered, he saw Jessica sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in her white lingerie outfit, causing instant boneage. "Come here and sit next to me sweety," Jessica invited in an alluring voice. "Master tells me that you know your pentatonic scales and the fretboard." "Yeah," little brother choked out. "Okay baby you can kiss me for five minutes." "Sweet!" the brother blurted. "Be gentle and don't slobber," she insisted. He parted his lips and so did she and they enmeshed for less than a minute. "Okay baby, not so hard. Relax and be more gentle,": she instructed. She tilted her head and his mouth was back on hers  "God, she smells so good and she's so soft," he thought to himself. A small patch of the front of his boxers was transparent with his precum. They kissed a little longer this time before she broke it and stroked his cheek. "Okay baby, kiss me as passionately as you want," she permitted and he mauled her piehole. She placed her hand on the wet spot of his boxers and gave it a little rub, causing him to moan while his tongue tried to explore her throat.

"Okay sweety,," she critiqued, "don't throw your tongue in there right at the start. Work up to it, listen to her responses and try to say something with your kisses," she inculcated. They locked lips once more and Jessica was enjoying it because she always did love kissing anyway. She brushed his cock again, too, through the boxers. "Now kiss me gently and nibble on my neck. Don't bite it!" She felt him nuzzling her neck. "Keep me wrapped up in your arms baby, make me feel protected," she recommended. "Okay honey, kiss me again," and she let him kiss her for a long time and with some vigorish on it. Finally, she pushed him away. "You're not a bad kisser sweety. You just need more experience. So remember to relax, take it slow, and that kissing is a form of communication. Don't look at as just slobbering on her to try to get her hot and naked," she taught him. "She'll get hot when she feels something in your kisses." "Okay," he panted.

"I'll be here the day after tomorrow. I will call out a pentatonic scale and a position to play it at 125 beats per minute  and you have to do it perfectly. You will  get three passes at it to get one right. You also have to execute everything your teacher has shown you from the beginning through tomorrow perfectly. If you do that, I'll let you feel my breasts." If you do it in under 90 minutes you can feel me up while you make out with me," she teased, her tongue between her teeth. Little bro's jaw dropped at that proposition. "Okay," he half sighed. Jessica smiled warmly and bid Mike's brother goodnight. Mike then screwed her brains out as the whole scenario really got his motor running.

"Fucktoy is enjoying this, isn't she?" Mike insinuated. "Yes Master, your little Asian fucktoy likes teaching your younger brother the ropes," she giggled, realizing the pun. "No fucktoy,," Mike said archly, "teaching him the ropes is my job." Jessica giggled.

Two days later, Jessica, who was covered only in a little lacy blue panty and bra set, was proctoring little brother's scale exam. She started the metronome and called out, "B major pentatonic, second position!" He was nervous and flubbed it. "Okay baby, relax," Jessica urged. He finally got it on the third try. "G minor pentatonic, sixth position," she barked. It was spot on. "E minor pentatonic  first position," she called. And so it went and he was doing pretty credibly. "Okay baby, show me where all the F's are on the fretboard," she decreed. And so it went, as she worked him over.

"Sorry sweety, but taken as a whole, your performance wasn't quite up to standard. But you didn't do that badly, either. So it's pretty evident you've been working at it. Come here and kiss me." Little brother smiled and bounded over to where Jessica sat and they kissed rather heatedly for five minutes. "Wow, that was A LOT better than last time," she complimented. "I'm actually wetter now. Keep practicing your scales," she demanded  "Can your little asian fucktoy hold another exam in a week Master?" she requested. "No prob fucktoy," he tried to say as cooly as he could when he was actually itching to rip her underwear off and wreck her pussy.

Seven days hence, Mike's brother was before the court, as it were, again. Jessica was in her bikini. She ran little brother through his paces and there was a fair amount of improvement. "Okay sweety, if Master gives his consent, you can feel me up." Little brother looked up to Mike and Mike told him to knock himself out. Jessica scooted to the front of the bed and laid her pretty head on a pillow  and told little brother to slide in next to her. He was on top of her in no time at all. "Okay sweety, take it easy and show that you love me," she ordered. She encircled his back with her arms and he did likewise with hers and they kissed at length before he undid the bow that held the top part of her bikini bra up. He peeled it back, her boobs wiggling as they were revealed. "Be gentle with them baby. They're as sensitive as your balls," she averred. She felt his shaky hands explore her melons. "Sweety, pay attention to when a girl's nipples become stiff. Lightly stroke them and roll them under your palm, she appealed. He tried to suck a nipple, but pushed him away. "Not yet baby. You have to do more than what you've demonstrated so far if you want to suck my nipples," she informed him breathily. "That's enough for now," she then announced.

"Now fucktoy, I've been teaching him the last couple months how to spot possible submissives and rule them. I think at this point some input from Master's beloved slave would be in order," he posited. "Does Master think it a good idea to make his brother a trainee so that he may be guided while he is in the formative stages of being the dominant of another?" Jessica offered. "Fucktoy, your Master loves that idea, but wonders if he will have the patience to observe your Master's rules and guidance." "Dude, what is it with the weird speaking style?" Jessica reached over and slapped Mike's brother hard on the face. "Sir, you are right now a candidate to be Master's trainee. You will  not disrespect him!" Jessica angrily responded. "Wow!" Mike thought to himself. That was the first time he had seen her do anything even remotely close to that. "Fucktoy, your Master respects her passion for him, but she will leave it to her Master to carry out any punishment. "Sorry Master," Jessica apologized. "Also, I will remind fucktoy that she spoke when she was not spoken to. I will let it go this time, but so it doesn't become a trend, next time you will receive ten hard swats with Master's paddle. Does fucktoy understand?" Yes Master. Thank you Master."

"Look dude, the reason we do all this protocol shit, and yeah, it does sometimes seem kinda anime cosplay-ish to many people, is because it reminds each of the parties of their roles and the subbie gets to show her respect for her Master and recognition of her position. Plus part of submission is exhibiting gratitude for being guided by the dominant and the corrections he sometimes has to enact to make her a better partner for him. Plus it's just hot. If you were doing it yourself you would understand where we're coming from. Also, we do break out of it a lot so we can just get back to the basic people we are and express our love for each other. BDSM is just as much about fun as it is the nexus of power and sex. Jessica and I don't go anywhere near the extremes of some people. I think the way we do it is more lighthearted compared to that."

"But you said that there shouldn't be any violence in BDSM and here I am getting slapped and you talking about paddling your fiance. What the fuck, dude/" "Dude, I thought I had been over this. One doesn't commit violence on a sub or slave just because it makes either the dom or the sub feel good. For Jessica, the punishment is symbolic.  The spanking or paddling reminds her who the more powerful party is in the relationship is, she wants to be reminded of that and the sting encourages her to make sure she doesn't  do what angered her Master again and that makes her a better submissive for him. She lives for her Master's approval. What violence there is exists in a limited way and is punishment that fucktoy,, at the end of the day, desires so that she may be corrected. Fucktoy may elaborate if she wishes," Mike stated. "Master said it exactly as it is," she rejoindered. "Master's little Asian fucktoy would, though, like to also suggest to Master's brother that her Master is very precious to her and was perturbed that someone in his position would feel privileged to insult him."

"Yeah, that's another thing: what's with this fucktoy crap? Dude, you guys are engaged and you call her that?" little brother snarked. "Every dominant has a name for his subbie that reminds her of her status in the relationship. Fucktoy likes me to use her and I love fucking her, thus the nickname. Her nickname was devised with her consent as well. Remember, that fucktoy gets high off of being in her position and being subject to the control of her Master." Jessica raised her hand. "Fucktoy?" "Master is correct. When Master most exerts himself on his little Asian fucktoy is when she feels happiest and goes into deepest sub space. And his little Asian fucktoy also reminds Master's brother that it is her submission to Master that is making it possible for him to get some much needed sexual experience and she humbly requests that he respect that."

"Yeah. Sorry.".  little brother curtly replied. "So look dude, I'm glad you've been holding off putting some of the shit I've taught you into effect because I think you need the guidance or you could find yourself in the shitstorm that Christian club got into. Seriously, I can walk you each step of the way, but you have to submit to my authority to make that work." Mike pointed out. "Respect mah authoritah!" little brother cracked." "Yeah, no  shit, huh?" Mike chuckled. "But it's still true." Jessica raised her hand again." "Fucktoy?" "As Master's brother may have noticed, Master is the mentor and teacher for his submissive. Master is merely attempting to hand his little brother some teaching tools he can then use with his future submissive. We submissives crave instruction and control because it makes us feel secure and loved. Of course, most people would say that they don't feel that way and Master's brother may be afraid of being seen as a pervert if he takes a sub as his partner. But the herd never gives a shit about its individual member's state of mind or inclinations. It only wants joy killing conformity because people are inherently afraid of themselves and how they appear to others. They have imprisoned themselves in churches, schools and in social groups. They will claim they are free, but they are the basest kind of slave, reducing life to one long and frustrating game of chicken. Thanks to Master, though, his little Asian fucktoy has been freed from that nonsense and been cherished for being who she is, not what society thinks it wants her to be."

"Wow, trenchantly stated fucktoy!" Mike complimented. Your Master is very gratified that she has found liberation under his hand."

"Anyway, dude, what's it going to be? You gonna cowboy it and run the risk of really fucking your or somebody else's life up or are you willing to be coached through your first forays into being a dominant?" "Okay man, but can we just talk normal when we are in public?" Dude, the BDSM community recognizes reality and so defending one's privacy is a tantamount priority. So yeah, out in public, Jessica and I act completely normally. and I would expect both you and your subbie to do the same. Remember, your first goals are to protect  her and guide her and that means maintaining her and your public reputations." "Sweet. Okay, I'm up for it."

Mike eyed his brother and then beckoned him to kneel. The brother wanted to know why. "The reason is that you must recognize my authority over you in this realm as my trainee. It makes things go better with that mindset." "Okay, but it feels weird." Mike's brother knelt. "You are now my trainee and you will submit to my opinion in all relevant matters. You will also refer to me during your time as my trainee as 'Master' and you will also defer to Jessica and call her 'Mistress'. Acting the proper way will give you a feel for how you should guide your subbie. You will regard Jessica's words as coming from me and  therefore you will not act defiantly toward her. Defiance will be severely punished and failure to undergo punishment will result in dismissal. Does trainee understand?' "Yes Master." "Good boy, trainee. Fucktoy, you and I will go to school together and we shall see if we can get  something happening for trainee." "Cool!" "No, that's 'thank you Master.' "Thank you Master."

Little brother repaired to his room and his cock spat out a huge load after what he had experienced with Jessica. "Fuck, she's hot. Mike's so lucky," he said to himself. " I want a fucktoy, too!" he quietly lamented. He did, though, like Jessica's praise when he played something right. "Maybe I can take her away from Mike," he fantasized. That would never happen.

Jessica, Mike and his little brother arrived at school the next morning. "Okay, as I told you earlier, you have to walk up to these chicks and give them some innocuous order to get their attention," Mike began. 'What does innocuous  mean?" "It means something that isn't harmful or any big deal," Mike told him. "You also have to know when to pick your spots. You aren't going to do this with anyone you know who has a boyfriend or a cheerleader because they're all stupid bitches anyway," he advised. "The best scenario is to get them one on one and away from her stupid ass friends. Don't worry about anyone who is out of your league. If you look at her, Jessica is completely way above my league, but I still got her." "Okay." "No trainee. That is 'yes Master. Thank you Master,' Jessica asserted. "Yes Master. Thank you Master" little brother parroted.

"Okay, choose your target and then drop your book in front of them and tell them adamantly to pick it up. Now some girls will do it because they're feeling intimidated or are just being nice. Which is why you have to search their faces for that look that tells you they are doing it out of a deep seated need to submit," Mike suggested. "Only when you see that far away expression will you know if they are good candidates to be subbies," he said. If you get a nibble, tell her, again, firmly, to join you for lunch later today and where you will be eating. You will not suggest, you will command, but in a quietly authoritative voice. Got that trainee?" "Yes Master. Thank you Master." Good boy trainee. Now go get 'em."

Little bro saw Cindy Finstromm sitting by herself on  a bench, probably waiting for her friends. She was in his American history class and he had jacked off thinking of her a number of times. He screwed up his courage and walked near her and he acted like he stumbled and dropped his book right in front of her. "Pick that up for me," he said quietly but strongly. "Pick it up yourself asshole!" Cindy blistered. Swing and a miss. Little bro felt the heat of embarrassment as he retrieved the tome and hurried away from her. Mike and Jessica stood approximately 15 yards away watching. Little bro scurried up to his brother and his fiance. "So what did I do wrong?" "You didn't do anything wrong, dude. She just isn't a subbie! Relax and keep trying!" He parted from the side of his familiars and ambled into the corridor and saw a couple of girls he had never even met before. Mike and Jessica trailed a distance behind him to watch. The book went down and it stayed down, as the girls ignored him. "Was he talking to us?" one of them asked her chum before they giggled. Another half dozen attempts were made, all misses. He returned to Mike's side. "You might want to give it a rest right now," Mike recommended. "If you are doing that all the time you will get noticed by everybody. You want to keep it on the DL." "Okay. But at least I tried." "That takes major guts, Mike complimented.

"Yeah. I think we kind of shot our wad for today.. It's not that different from asking someone out on a date, really," Mike continued.

At lunch, they discussed the matter further. Mike laid out a whole plan for little bro as to how to reel the subbie in when he finally hits pay dirt. On the way to his sixth period gym class, little brother saw Lizzy Tresbourne exiting her gym class and entering the quad. She was within about 50 feet of him. He took another few steps, dragged his right foot on the ground to act like he had tripped and his book bag was on the asphalt. Lizzy was just about up to him. "Pick that up!" little brother rather snarled to her as he looked right into her eyes. She hesitated and then stooped and picked up the book bag and handed it to him. Little brother focused on the expression on her face and the sirens went off in his head, 'we have a winner!" "Hey Lizzy, meet me over at the benches next to the cafeteria after school," he intoned to her. She looked at him and hesitated again before, in a passive voice, agreeing to his wish. "See ya then babe," little brother said to her before proceeding to his class.

He whipped his cellphone out and got a hold of Mike and tipped him that he may have snagged one. Mike said he would meet his brother at the rendezvous point with Jessica. All little brother could think about the last hour of the day was how he was going to screw Lizzy and his cock ached from the overwhelming need for release. Lizzie was a hottie, 5'4" and 125 pounds with C cups and a well tapered body due to being a member of a private swim club. Little brother actually didn't know her at all personally, only having heard her name while being in one of her classes in middle school. It was a little like Mike and Jessica's situation before they formally met.

When the final bell rang, Mike, Jessica and little bro made a beeline for those benches adjoining the cafeteria. Mike urged little brother to first tell her to talk about her background and then order her to hold his hand and to always look directly into her eyes when he gives her a command. They waited for about ten minutes. 'Maybe you misread her, dude," Mike guessed, thinking perhaps she wouldn't show up. But the truth was that Lizzy got buttonholed by one of her friends for a few minutes before she was able to make her way to the meeting place. When little brother saw her, his heart began pounding like John Bonham's kick drum.

"Hi Lizzie, little brother said. "Have a seat!" he verbally pushed. 'i want you to meet my brother Mike and his fiance Jessica." Everyone said hi and then little brother told her to tell everybody about herself. Mike looked into her eyes and she was for sure a goner. Little brother had himself a catch. "Fuck I'd totally bone her," Mike thought. Lizzy was a middle class girl whose house was on the edge of town right on the border of the school district that her high school belonged to. As she meandered on about her personal history, little bro encouraged her to hold his hand and she did. Mike sat down next to his brother and then directed him to order her to kiss him. She did and soon they were into some hardcore face sucking. Little bro ran his hands over her body, feeling how toned she was. He would have done her right there on the little grassy area behind the benches if he could have. Mike whispered to him to ask her to reveal what her schedule for the rest of the week was. She had swim practice in a couple of hours, so Mike told little bro to cut her loose for today and have her meet him and the other two at the benches in the amphitheater when she got to school the next day.

Little bro's stomach was roiling wondering if he would get stood up when he and his sibling and Jessica arrived at school the following morning. But nope, 15 minutes later, there she was walking up to them. "Hi!" she said cheerfully. "Give me a hug and a kiss babe," little bro instructed her, after which he had her hold his hand. Mike pondered whether or not  little brother would give up guitar now that he was within hailing distance of getting some pussy. "Time to interdict that shit," he thought to himself. Little bro met Lizzy after school and had some more face sucking time while Mike and Jessica watched from a distance but still close enough to rush in if his brother messed up. Mike took Lizzy home and then began to lay it on thick to his brother. "Hey look, dude, for this shit to really take hold, you need to tell her to learn to play guitar since you and I and Jessica all play and it gives her a reason to spend a lot of time over at our house away from her pain in the ass friends. So since tomorrow is a Saturday, tell her to wait for us to pick her up near her house and we'll get her started."

Little bro bought that line and Jessica could give her a helping hand with the first steps toward becoming a player. There weren't enough female electric rock players anyway to both Mike and Jessica, so whatever the final outcome here, they were still doing God's work, as it were. When they picked her up, they whisked her off to Mike and little bro's family's music/game room. Litte bro introduced Lizzy to his mom as his girlfriend and she celebrated to herself that her other son finally had a female on his arm and so she knew for sure he wasn't gay. Mike brought his Jackson and his Strat upstairs. He  just had the Strat set up again and so it would be easier to play for Lizzy. Jessica plopped next to her and showed her how to hold it and then taught her a simple slow C major scale. Little bro burbled to his new squeeze how hot she would look with an axe in her hands and that she would work hard to learn the instrument.

After a couple hours of that, they went downstairs to Mike's room and Mike blocked the door. "Okay dude, tel her to take her clothes off," he suggested to little bro. He did and she did. "God, that body is even more awesome than I thought," both of the Alyea boys admired. "Now tell her to let me tie her up," Mike added. Mike had her get in his bed and then hold her hands out over her head. He bound her wrists to his headboard and then anchored her legs to the bedframe so that she was now basically spread eagled. Mike had little bro put a blindfold over her head and gag her before Mike inserted a vibrating egg into her and attached vibrating nipple clamps to her milk ducts. She writhed and wriggled at the pressure of the clips on her sensitive nipples. Mike, Jessica and little bro all tickled her until she was breathless, which already got her endorphins and adrenalin going. Then Mike turned the vibrators on at 75% strength. "Okay dude, eat her pussy. Jessica will teach you, said Mike. Jessica watched carefully as little bro got into position. Jessica, who sat cross legged next to Lizzy's hip.leaned over and pointed out where her clit was. "Okay, roll her clit hood over with your tongue to start, she requested. "Let your face and jaw go limp and use your tongue to create friction against the sides of the clit. Okay, now suck gently on it." And as things progressed, Lizzie began to moan and her clit was tingling from the stimulation of the vibrator and his tongue. Five minutes later, she was gasping and Mike kicked the vibrators up to full and little brother was sucking in short, fast sequences as Jessica called for and her clit was surging and throbbing. She panted rapidly and then she let out a muffled scream as an orgasm busted into her body and brain, little brother loving the taste of her wetness and the way she bucked against his face. The restraints were also having an effect, as her mind began to checkout for a vacation in sub space. She had always wanted somebody to do this to her, make her helpless and have their way with her and now every breath was bringing those morphine like effects inside her, her subconscious need for submission substituting for a conscious that was fading out of the picture.

Mike wasn't going to allow little brother fuck her yet because he would have lasted about 30 seconds and it would have been over since he had so much pent up horniness. After he watched a couple more orgasms convulse Lizzy's body., Mike switched the vibrators off and untied her. He had little bro turn her toward one side of the bed and  order Lizzy to suck him after taking her gag off. She was pretty out of it, but this wasn't the first time she would have a cock in her mouth and she instinctively grabbed for little bro's iron staff and licked it for a couple of minutes before he pushed it through the gap in her lips . "Dude, don 't make her gag. We can train her to deep throat later," Mike said to his brother. He began easily thrusing his lickin' stick in and out of her cakehole. "Fuck, that feels amazing!" he declared to anyone who would listen. The stimulation was like nothing he had ever felt before and five minutes later he dumped a monster quantity of his seed on to her tongue with an orgasm that seemed like it was from another planet. She just let the cum drip down her chin and on to the rug below.

"Okay dude, time for some aftercare. Get in bed and cuddle her," Mike whispered. Mike then moved to the foot of the bed so that he could get another gander at the 15 year old's glistening, trimmed beaver. Little bro held her naked body against his, her head perched on his shoulder as the endorphins slowly declined in strength. She felt so at home like this. She wanted him to take her there again and again and again. She dreamily answered his kisses while Mike stripped her of the vibrators.

Mike showed him how to wake her out of her stupor. "You were such a good girl Lizzy," little bro told her, making Lizzy smile. Obeying her new boyfriend's orders felt so nice. She hugged him tight while he stared at her cute round boobs. "So you know you're mine now, right Lizzy/" Little bro asked her, but in a way that made it almost a command. "Mmmmm yes baby," she rejoindered.

Jessica felt it was time to get Lizzy home so that her parents wouldn't worry about her. She helped her get dressed and they talked to her for a while so that she was alert again and then they transported her back to her house.

Mike, Jessica and little bro returned to the Alyea residence and they all reconvened in Mike's room. "Trainee will kneel," Jessica strongly asserted. "Geez, what is she mad about?" little bro muttered under his breath in consternation. 'Yes Mistress." "Does fucktoy have some concerns?" Mike interrogated. "Master, trainee's behavior was a total fail. He was so focused on getting laid that he offered very few words of love for her. Once she has her fill of the thrills of being in sub space, she is going to feel that there is something missing and go look for it elsewhere. While it is way too early to tell her you love her, trainee, you should come up with some words and tender actions as to why you need her. If you aren't feeling anything for her then it is best for you to release her so that she may find a true loving dominant somewhere else."

Mike and Jessica then took the little brother out to eat and to basically ragged on him for the next three hours about how to take care of Lizzy, what women want and why he needed to get some actual content into him. "The next time you see Lizzy you will treat her like she is the most precious thing in the world, you understand me trainee?" Jessica snapped with fire in her eyes. Mike was thinking to himself that he was witnessing a fierce side of Jessica he had never seen from her before. "Listen trainee," Jessica finished, "my relationship with Master is pretty damned wonderful and I want Lizzy or any other woman you end up with to experience what I have. You better make that happen or there will be hell to pay, you understand me trainee?" "Yes Mistress," little bro recoiled.

"Fucktoy has made a valid point, trainee. You are still acting like a 12 year old boy. When do you turn into a man? We're still waiting. You be a man for her, you understand me?" "Yes Master." "We are not going to have on our consciences something bad happening to Lizzy and/or you because you were acting like a dumbass!" "Yes Master." "Trainee is dismissed for the day to contemplate everything he has experienced and been taught today., but first after you have practiced for two hours." Yes Master."

"Man, you really let him have it, fucktoy. I'm impressed!" "Master, your little Asian fucktoy hopes this won't have been a mistake. She seems like a nice, average kind of girl and I would really like to see trainee be there for her." "Master loves the compassionate side of fucktoy and feels that facet of her personality has added to trainee's understanding of women." "Thank you Master. But how do we cure his thoughtlessness? Should we assign him a reading list or something?" "Fucktoy, your Master isn't confident that trainee can handle more than one thing at a time. We may have to just wait a year for him to grow up a little more."

Sunday, they picked Lizzy up again and took her to Mike's house. Mike and Jessica didn't allow little bro to play with his sub that day. Instead, they taught them both more about playing guitar then had them practice until it was time for Lizzy to go home for dinner. Lizzy's thin flexible fingers were surprisingly strong and Mike showed her a little basic blues lick that is used by a number of well known rock bands and she was able to nail it in no time. Jessica tabbed out some jazz chords along with the usual CAGED (so named for the chord shapes in that representation of the word) stuff and then Mike added some strum patterns and progressions to practice using them. Little bro then ordered her to practice them after she got home. Little bro was given the assignment of learning all the harmonic minor scales  while taking the pentatonic scales he had been taught and being able to play them at 175 beats per minute. Mike knew it was going to take rather a while for him to master all that given the stage of his development he was in, but it would keep him ahead of Lizzy and then he could show her that stuff himself and look like a hero.

Lizzy, though, would give little bro al he could handle. She wasn't exactly a rocket scientist, but she was a grinder with an insane work ethic. She really hated it when Jessica would rip off some really fast, complicated series of arpeggios and she couldn't. That competitiveness was also why she had a high GPA in school and it kept her swimming miles and miles during her workouts. When she fell asleep that night, she still had the Epiphone Les Paul that Mike had lent her strapped on.

Monday, Mike announced during lunch that everybody would be going to Lizzy's house after school and do their homework together, after which Mike and Jessica would give guitar lessons. And that is what they did and what they continued to do, everybody leaving just before Lizzy's parents would come home. Her friends, though, were seeing less of Lizzy as a result of all this and they were pissed. In one class, one of Lizzy's pals showed her classmates a picture on her cellphone and asked, "does anyone here know who these people are?" "Yeah, I do, answered a long haired hispanic guy who was a musician himself. "That's Mike Alyea and his fiance Jessica Hamada. I have no idea who the other guy is, though." "So what do you know about them," the girl inquired. "Well, if your worried that they were going to drag your friend into using drugs or something, they don't even drink or party. Jessica is a total brain and they're probably the two best guitar players in this town," he claimed. "I had Mike in my gym class last semester. He's a pretty cool guy. Maybe you should mind your own business and quit being such pains in the ass."

Tuesday, Mike had his brother buy Lizzy a Squier Strat, a beginner version of the Fender Stratocaster line. Mike then had it set up. That way, she would have her own guitar to practice with and Mike didn't have to lend her any of his with the possibility he would never get it back. The following week, Mike enacted Operation Schmooze Lizzy's Parents. As usual, Mike and Jessica helped them with their homework and then they all sat on the floor and practiced guitar together. Only they stayed there rather than leaving and Lizzy's mother Wendy eventually came home from work. Her initial reaction was, "who are the two older kids with my daughter and her boyfriend?" "Hi mom!" Lizzy sang when she saw Wendy. "Mom I want you to meet my boyfriend's brother Mike and his fiance Jessica," she smiled. Wendy got an eyeful of Mike's cascading hair and thought to herself, "oh great, here comes the rebellion with degenerates." Wendy then saw Jessica's wheelchair there. "So who uses the wheelchair?' She asked. "Oh, that's mine Mrs. Tresbourne. I have a nerve condition in my legs that keeps me from being able to walk." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, dear." "Meh. It is what it is," Jessica philosophized. "Mom, Mike has been such a help with my Math homework. He explains it so much better than Mr. Felix does and makes it seem easy." "It is easy," Mike chuckled. "Yeah, for you," Jessica cracked. "If Mike hadn't been with me for my Trig and calculus classes I don't know what I would have done." "And if Jessica wasn't there to help me with physics I would have been totally screwed," Mike countered.

"So Jessica, you're going to college then?" "Yeah. I still haven't made up mind if I want to study medicine or law, though. I'm thinking about engineering, too, but I also think some physically challenged patients would be more comfortable being treated by a physically challenged doctor." "Maybe you and Denniis could set up a practice together Jessica and by night do gigs!" Mike laughed. "Who's Dennis?" Wendy asked. "He's my former bass player. He quit my band because he is planning to go to Harvard or Columbia for medicine and wanted more time for his studies." "That's pretty ambitious," Wendy noted. "Where do you guys live?" "Over in the New Shore area." "That's a pretty nice neighborhood," she observed. "Yeah, we're really lucky," Jessica admitted. "So Mike, what about you?" "Junior college for me  next year and I will probably double major in math and music education." "Maybe we can bring you into the budget analyst's department," Wendy, a county employee, estimated. "That would be great, but I kind of want to give being a musician a shot first and then see how things go." "Well, good luck dear," Wendy wished. "Thanks Mrs. Tresbourne." "So did you say that Mike and Jessica were engaged Lizzy?' "Yeah, we are," Mike responded. "Jessica is so great that if I want to spend the next hundred years with her I'd better take her off the market quickly, so I put a ring on her finger." Jessica blushed and giggled at Mike's effusive praise for her.

"Are you guys going to stay for dinner?" "No, my mom probably has dinner cooking as we speak and I should probably get going," Mike averred. He helped Jessica back into her chair and they and his little brother departed for home.

The same competitive instincts that drove Mike after he met Jessica seemed to be finally emerging with little brother. He didn't want to be humiliated by a girl and was studying harder in school, doing his homework and playing his guitar all the time. It helped that because Lizzy was a competitive swimmer and could easily smoke him in the pool he didn't want to seem like a weakling in other spheres. Mike and Jessica's lessons on how to talk to and care for Lizzy also were taking hold, as he was being much more solicitous toward her and the manner in which he was speaking to her when he was topping her was more in line with BDSM conventions.

In April, Lizzy had a swim meet that Jessica, Mike and his little brother were at to lend her support. She finished fourth in the 400 meter freestyle and little brother actually showed that he was sad for her because he knew how hard she worked in practice and told her that he would always have her back. To Jessica, it was beginning to be time where Mike should consider ending his brother's trainee status. But she had one more step to complete before she would suggest that.

After school that day, Mike drove Lizzy to his house and then dropped Jessica off at Lizzy's. Jessica knocked on the door and Wendy answered it. "Hi Jessica. Come in," she invited. "Hi Mrs. Tresbourne. I want to talk to you about Lizzy and her relationship with her boyfriend." "Oookay," Wendy rejoindered, fearing bad news. "Mrs. Tresbourne, Mike and I have so far been able to pretty much keep her and her boyfriend occupied so that they haven't been able to have sex." "Thank you for that Jessica," Wendy expressed. "But we have to be realistic. When I began going out with Mike, my mom put me on the pill because she remembered what it was like being a teenager and how she acted back in the day and how teenage boys are. Of course, it was liberating for me to not have to worry about pregnancy, but it also made me more responsible in a sense because I had to get up everyday at the same time just to take my pill. Mike and my schedule is going to change since we just joined another band and then we will be going to college in the fall means that it will be pretty much impossible for us to chaperone your daughter and Mike's brother. So I beg you to please put Lizzy on the pill."

"I know what you're saying Jessica. A part of me doesn't want to recognize that my daughter is growing up and I wasn't exactly little miss goody two shoes when I was in high school, either. For all I know, she has already lost her virginity, given how kids act these days. Let me give it some thought." "Could you please give me a call if you decide to put her on it Mrs. Tresbourne?" "Yeah, I can do that." "I'll have a talk with Mike's brother and try to get them to hold off sex at least until mid-June, but I can't guarantee that they will." "Thanks Jessica. And thanks for being such a help to my daughter. Tell Mike I said hi." "I will Mrs. Tresbourne."

Wendy thought highly of  Mike and Jessica because it was like having free tutors come to her house everyday. and she always knew where her daughter was pretty much every hour of the day now. Wendy was a political science major and noticed a book Jessica had left on her dinner table about the history of the Supreme Court while she imparted guitar theory to Lizzy. Jessica had been reading it when she wasn't needed to help Lizzy and Mike's brother with their homework. Wendy began picking Jessica's brains about it and they both totally lost track of the time. "Wow, this girl has some serious brain power," Wendy concluded. "Man, did we luck out," she thought to herself. Wendy then gave Jessica access to her and her husband's books and Jessica was now taking home a couple a week.

If only Wendy knew, though, that her daughter was being tied up, her goodies fully exposed and her orifices stuffed with one thing or another, on an occasional basis. Jessica and Lizzy had taught little brother how to become an expert pussy eater and little brother had even punished her a couple of times, under Mike's supervision, for being defiant toward him. She was also sucking the brother off at least three times a week. Lizzy was now being trained to deep throat and using the benwa balls to strengthen her pubic muscles in order to become a better submissive, too