Thursday, Mike came to pick her up about noon after having been up half the previous night investigating the whole BDSM question. He also had gotten himself off a few times while looking at various rope bondage sites he was seeking to use for reference on how he could ratchet up the restraining of Jessica in a way she would delight in. He daydreamed of how she would look encapsulated in various kinds of ties, though just how much of an opportunity he would have to do that was an open question given that he was in a household with a stay at home mom and Jessica was in the same boat. He decided he would dial back some of the more public humiliation stuff until he saw how far he could push her in private or at least in a way that would ensure nobody would see what they were doing.

They spent the next few hours at his house jamming. Mike was pretty pissed off that they didn't hustle enough during the soon to expire summer vacation to book more gigs. He pondered playing at school dances, though that usually came with strings attached and, like anything else overseen by high school administrators, was usually lame. He sure as shit wasn't going to do crap like Good Charlotte or emo. Either straight ahead metal, technically oriented hard rock, fusion or blues for him. Jessica, as usual, was pretty much up for anything. Mike ultimately declared that he was going to work on some Yngwie Malmsteen and Rainbow songs because he really needed to take his playing there after putting it off due to the degree of difficulty of the former and the Rainbow tunes being like 30 years old even if he personally liked them whenever he heard them. "That should keep us occupied for a while.unless something else comes up," he said. They would start with learning everything on Yngwie's first solo record and then work their way down from there, which would constitute a lot of material. "Shit Jessica, if people see you doing Yngwie's songs you'll rule the world, so many guys will want you." She laughed at the thought. "I'm at home playing with you, sweety," she giggled.

Mike then asked Jessica how many AP classes she was going to take her junior year. "Probably a couple, definitely AP english and history," she said. "How about math or science," he wanted to know. "Not this year. I think that's still a little over my head at the moment. "So I guess that makes two classes I can't take with you." "That's because you don't even try.." Yeah, anything that eats into my guitar playing and being with you time is kind of a waste to me." "You're going to college, though, right sweety?" "Yeah, for sure. Still haven't made up my mind what I want to take, though. I might go to M.I. (Musician's Institute), but I'll need to do some serious practice to prepare for that." "I'd like to go there, too, Mike, but unless you get into a big band or regular studio situation, all you can do with a degree from there is teach 13 year olds to play Green Day songs in the back of guitar shops." Mike laughed. "Yeah."

Mike suddenly got up and closed the door to his bedroom. "Hey Jessica, there's something we need to talk about." Jessica looked at him and her face fell because anytime you hear those words bad news usually ensues. "Is he finally getting tired of me?" she fretted. "Look, it's about some of the stuff we've been doing together." "What about it?" "I really like what we've been doing," he began, Jessica thinking "whew!" in her mind. "But what scares me is that I am always afraid of pushing things beyond your tolerance level. I just don't want to do anything that will cause me to lose you." Jessica started crying and Mike was surprised. "What's the matter ip?" he asked. "I feel so lucky that you love me that much," she choked through her tears. "Well listen girl, if it starts getting weird for you, please feel free to say stop. I don't think I'm that kinky, but I also don't know how far you want to go. I'm definitely not into any bathroom stuff or anal sex." "That's good," she chuckled. "But maybe you might have noticed I'm a bigtime horndog and my idea of humor can be a little off the wall sometimes," he said apologetically.  Jessica giggled and acknowledged that she knows that, but that it makes every day an adventure.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but once I find out what it is I'll keep doing more of it," he burbled. Jessica fell over and laid on his lap. He pulled her t-shirt up and shoved his hands under her bra before beginning to kiss her." She was already wet because of her throbbing nipples and was ready to fuck. "Baby, that feels so good," she said while he played with her nipples. Unfortunately, Mike's mom was just down the hall, so no sex was going to take place that day.

"Hey ip, you know that harness I put you in the other day/" "Yeah." "I want you to wear it the first day of school." "Will it fit, because I'm going to have to wear a bra or my nipples will stick out and I'll get sent to the office and my mom will get really mad." "Yeah, that's a problem." "I'll tell you what, you change into it after school. Don't wear a bra. I also want you to wear a light blue blouse." "Wow, it'll be almost transparent in the sun." "That works for me, babe!" "I bet it does pervert!" "Hahahahaha." He rubbed her pussy through her jeans. "Mmmm, that feels good." she hummed. Mike's mom knocked and he pulled his hand out of Jessica's crotch as he said, "come in!" His mom used the pretext of telling him what was for dinner and when it would be ready to check up on them. It was also a signal for Jessica to go home.

On the way back to her house, Mike told Jessica to unhook her bra. When he parked next to the curb that was only about 60 feet from her front door, he demanded that he show him her tits. Jessica and he both looked around for a second and then Jessica elevated her t-shirt, displaying her engorged nipples to him. He pulled the chain a couple times and, as usual, she moaned before she put her shirt back down and closed the clasp of her bra. He grabbed her hand and made her rub his hard on. "You're the hottest, babe," he told her. "I know!" she laughed.

She wished that she could have gotten him off, but as a kind of tribute to him, she went to her bedroom and put the gel penis in her mouth to see how much she could swallow. Still not much more than before. So until dinner, she practiced using the toothbrush. After she ate, she was really wet from the pulsing in her nipples. Once she confirmed that her parents were in the living room watching tv, she undid her bra, lifted her shirt and massaged her tits while fellating the gel penis before putting the fake dick down and rubbing herself off with her fingers. She then practiced her guitar until 11 p.m. before watching some Adult Swim and falling asleep.

Friday, they went to the San Diego Zoo. On the way back, as the sun was sinking over the ocean, he pulled them into a parking lot near what is known as Black's Beach, where nudity is allowed in a confined area. This was a neat, and yet, kinda embarrassing surprise for Jessica. When they got to a little wooded area right before the beach, they shed their clothes and packed their clothes into his backpack. She wondered if he was going to remove the nipple rings from her boobs, but he didn't, so her fully erect nipples felt the ocean breeze wafting across them as well as the rest of the skin on her naked body. After negotiating her wheelchair over the pathless sand, he laid out a blanket and they cuddled as the natural ceiling above them began to redden and darken. "God, this makes me glad to be alive, Jessica," he enthused to her. He concentrated his attention on remembering the feel of her exposed skin as the light wind tantalized them. They exchanged long kisses. She couldn't believe that they could be out in the open like this and not get arrested. Her uncertainty about all this made this more exciting to her.

He sat behind her and fondled her boobs since there was nobody around. She moaned and sighed while he kissed her neck and lips. He used the tips of his index fingers to tease the head of her nipples, making her wetter. As he did this, he gave her a command. "Hey ip, did you masturbate last night?" he suddenly inquired. She dreamily answered in the affirmative. "Well babe, from now on, when you masturbate, you have to phone me and ask for permission. In fact, you are no longer allowed to touch either your tits, clit or pussy without my approval. If you do, even by accident, you have to keep a record of it and then tell me the next time we meet. Do you understand? "Okay baby., " she agreed. "Oh, and also you can touch yourself when you take a shower, but only with a washcloth and you aren't permitted to get yourself off with it or any other object. For example, rubbing yourself against your bed or the arm of a sofa isn't allowed." She also assented to that and he told her she was "a good girl." She smiled when she heard that and closed her eyes to enjoy all the sensations her nerve endings were telegraphing to her as well as a quick retreat into sub space, the happiest land of all for her.

Mike was a little bit at cross purposes with himself here. On the one hand, he wanted her to enjoy seeing all the animals at the zoo and enjoy the romantic moment they were having at the beach. But that instinct to dominate her just wouldn't leave him be. Indeed, subs have so much power in a relationship because without her willingness to be with and be guided by him, he was just another schmuck without a girlfriend. So the delicate balancing act he had to engage in here to keep her interested while not disgusting or frightening her created a paradox, effectively making her dominant a slave to however her yen for submission manifested itself.

He laid her down and commenced sucking on her distended nipples, also pulling on the chain, eliciting wispy moans from her that were easily drowned out by the crash of the waves on the shoreline. He gazed longingly at how the shadows built by the declining altitude of the sun over the horizon framed and colored her exotic face and shapely body. He invited her to walk with him, loading her back into her wheelchair and, in fits and starts, forcing it through the soft sand to the firmer packed soil of the waterline. They slowly made their way northward and they could feel a tinge of cold in the air with the sun now just about gone. 'Come on babe, I'll take you home." "Thanks, sweety," she mildly rejoindered.

Returning to the road and fully clothed again, they stopped for some ice cream before he deposited her on her doorstep and watched as she crossed the threshold into her safe haven. With a little sadness in his heart that she wouldn't be in his arms that night he turned for his own abode.

Mike brought his guitar, pedalboard and half stack over to her house Saturday and they jammed on and off all afternoon. They had just about figured out Malmsteen's "Far Beyond the Sun" and were coaching each other on getting through the various parts of the technically troublesome tune. Mrs. Hamada watched them for a few minutes as they were in the process of this before intruding on them with a plate of cookies and cokes. 'hey, if I knew there was free food here, I'd come over more often. Now you'll never get rid of me," Mike joked. Jessica's mom was liking more and more what Mike had done for her daughter, imbuing her a sense of place and human interaction. She knew that Jessica had a good enough head on her shoulders that she wasn't going to do something stupid like end up pregnant and he always brought her home early and sober so that there was no worry about where she was or what she was doing. She decided to give them some privacy, figuring that they had earned it by now and closed her daughter's door behind her.

When Mike went to use the bathroom, Jessica's dad stopped him after he emerged from it and thanked him for making it possible for his rather isolated kid to play with his band after he saw the smiles and enthusiasm she showed while on stage at the civic anniversary celebration. "She was floating on air when she came home," he said to Mike, shaking his hand.. But Mike also got the message that her parents were indeed keeping an eye on how their relationship was playing out and showing him how precious Jessica was to them.

When Mike was back by Jessica's side, he was all smiles, thinking to himself that, "I guess I'm in with her folks." There was also the realization by her parents that they can't watch her 24 hours a day and were just going to have to begin cutting the cord for the sake of her development as an independent human being. They asked Mike to stay for dinner, but he begged off because he didn't want to deal with the awkwardness of it. He did come back, though, around seven to continue his and Jessica's musical meeting of the minds. He told her that rather than learning "Black Star" of the first Malmsteen record, he wanted to learn "Rising Force" because of its hard driving beat and a solo that left plenty of showing off possibilities. They watched Yngwie playing it again and again on You Tube as well as other virtuosos who had done covers of it to get a feel for the fingerings and to supplement what their ears were telling them.

The house grew quiet a couple of hours later. The two lovers put their axes away to spare the neighbors any more noise and Jessica's parents had gone to bed. They cuddled and, not knowing the status of her parents at that point, he pulled her tank top up and unhooked her bra and then stuffed it under her bed. She moaned quietly as his mouth pulled at her nipples while his hand slipped into her pants and frigged her clit. She had his cock out and in her little fist as she pumped her hand up and down. 15 minutes later, they both came. He decided to see why the house seemed so still and told her that if he ran into her parents while checking out if they had pissed off to dreamland or not he would say bye and leave. She was happy, though, when he reappeared in  her bed, indicating that they had the rest of the night all to themselves as long as they weren't too loud.

He opened his book bag, which he brought with him when he came back after dinner, and held out a leather thong that had a dildo affixed to the crotch and a butt plug attached just inches from the artificial prong. "Hey babe, you know how I told you I wanted you to wear that harness on the first day of school? I want you to wear this instead," he firmly stated. "Why don't you try it on?" He pulled out a bottle of lube and oiled both the protrusions up while Jessica removed her pants and panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and began pulling it up. As she got it close to her business district, she moved her butt off the bed and kicked her legs up quickly She had it right at her crotch now, with both devices looking for an opening. She popped the dildo into her front hole and then had Mike slide the backside up. She felt the butt plug tickling her sphincter. He reclaimed the lube and drizzled more of it on her puckered anus and then guided the plug to it, gently pushing it in to her.

"How does that feel?" he asked. "The dildo feels really good, the butt plug just makes me feel stuffed back there," she averred. "Let me look at you babe," he commanded. She stood up, staggered, and he caught her under her arms and picked her up so just her toes were touching the ground to view the scene of his girlfriend and her two packed holes. He climbed on top of her and sucked, bit and prodded her pulsing nipples. He cursed himself for not bringing the cuffs, vibrating nipple clamps and blindfold with him. She muffled her moans with a pillow while he nudged the dildo  built into the thong. repeatedly. He eventually began strumming her clit with his hands and she screamed into the pillow when her stiff love button shuddered and she temporarily got lost in the seemingly toroidal force of the pleasure ripples through her body.

At that point, Mike was afraid that he was pushing his luck, so he pulled the very filling thong off of Jessica and he took it with him to prevent her suffering any problems with her mother perhaps stumbling across it when she did the housework. He helped her change into her pajamas and then kissed her goodbye, loading his gear into his car and exiting her development.

Sunday, Mike's parents decided that it would be a good experience for his younger brother to go with them to the Getty Museum in Malibu. That would mean that they would be gone at least until what would ordinarily be his family's dinner hour. Mike called Jessica after they left and had her unhook her equipment. He arrived at her house minutes later and they hightailed it to his place.

The previous day, a big box of stuff had been left on his doorstop by the postman, things he had ordered from the aforementioned well known online retailer but items he didn't want his parents to know about. It was waiting for him on the kitchen counter when he returned from Jessica's and he told his mom that it was just a new tuner and some extra cables and crap he needed for his guitar. None of that was true, of course.

Mike and Jessica jammed for a while and determined that they had "Far Beyond the Sun" pretty much in the bank. They were messing about with various parts of the other tune by the notorious Swede in the music room when they just kind of looked at each other and decided to put the guitars down for a while. He unbuttoned her blouse and her bra was also soon dropped on to the floor, her pants and panties following in their wake. He scurried to his room and was soon back with his bag of goodies. She confessed that she had absentmindedly touched her nipples four times after he left the night before. "I'm glad you're so truthful, babe. But I think we need to impose some corrective action here." She looked at him wondering what he meant when he jerked her across his lap and then gave her four hard slaps on her ass. She felt the heat rising from the sting of the short spanking and Mike noticed her eyes kinda clouding over a little.

He picked her up and gently moved her to a kneeling position in front of him. He stood up and lost his pants before shoving his boxers down to his knees. "Now let's see how much progress you're making on that deep throating," he announced. He held his cock in front of her face and she licked around it for a minute, the tip of her tongue grazing around the bottom of the head and then lapping at the shaft. He thrust it forward toward her and she opened her mouth to take it in. Bracing her head in his hands, he began skullfucking her, taking it slow in increasing the depth with which he pushed his hardened rod between her sweet lips. Finally, at about five inches in, he hit her limit, as she gagged and pulled her head off of his dick. He backed away from her and went for the vibrating nipple clamps, hanging them on to her erect nubs after he unlocked the nipple rings. He dipped into his bag again and out of it appeared a venus butterfly sex toy, the middle part of which was a bullet that went into her vagina and was held there by leg straps he slid on to her thighs. He subsequently had her lie on her stomach and inserted a vibrating butt plug into her. He then had her roll over and smeared some stuff that smelled like strawberries that was supposed to help stimulate her clit. All of the toys were wireless and he produced the remotes for them and switched them on while telling her to continue sucking him.

"When you feel like you're going to cum, I want you to ask me for permission to do so," he intoned over her. Jessica acknowledged his demand, moving her head up and down while his cock was still in her mouth. She felt a nice resonating sensation in her clit and ass, as they seemed to be magnifying each other, and her clit felt hotter and stiffer than normal. The thumping in her nipples was joined by a nice little hum in her pussy, She was beginning to moan and sigh. It also apparently made her mouth hungrier for his dick, as she sped up the rate with which her head bobbed up and down on it and her breakneck breathing and moaning were becoming more pronounced. He turned up the toys another couple of notches. Watching her wriggling and twirling her hips as she was being pleasured by the battery powered machines was really getting Mike hot and he was just about to go Vesuvius in her mouth. She then suddenly pulled off his cock and let out a loud gulp of air and began cumming hard, her eyes shut tightly while her brain attempted to cope with the scale of the signals that were firing off in her head.

He turned the various vibrators off. "You didn't ask for my permission before that orgasm, ip.So I will correct that, too." With that warning, he pulled her up and put her on his lap and wacked her cute little butt five times. She was panting again after that as he lightly helped her back on to her knees. He switched all the vibrators back on, but on full power this time. She gasped before he shoved his cock back in her mouth. Her moans were being moderated by the obstruction in her mouth. He rammed his cock into her throat, making her gag and cough. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, though not because she was upset. Her mouth did just hang open, however, a sign that she was space truckin' to her personal universe again while she endeavored to appease his need.

After she caught her breath, she resumed her seduction of his manhood, his precum providing her with some extra protein while she egged him on closer to climax. She pulled off and began gasping and writhing again. "May I cum Mike?" she pleaded. "Why should I let you cum, ip?" She was really uncomfortable as her brain tried to dam the tide of sensations building inside of her. "Because I'll go crazy if you don't let me! (pant pant pant, gulp)." "Are you my little Asian fucktoy?" "Yes," she whimpered. '"Yes what?" "Yes, I'm your little Asian fucktoy! (pant pant pant, groan)." Okay fucktoy, you may cum." With that, she let go and her pleasure was exemplified by the mix of squeals and raspy, rapid breathing that arose out of her orgasm.

She attempted to resume sucking him, her lips compressing his aching shaft. But another wave of heat began to melt her resistance. "Oh God, I'm going to cum again. Please let me cum again Mike!" "Don't call me Mike, call me Master," he barked. "Please Master, I can't hold out much longer," her body rocking anxiously. "Okay fucktoy, let yourself go." And she just about fell over, her body shaking from the invasion of vibrations in her most sensitive areas. He could see that she was getting that 1000 yard stare in her eyes now, her need to submit staging a coup in her mind and making her capitulate to his will.

"Oh God, I'm cumming!" she cried once again and Mike saw her head drop and her eyes slam tightly shut to receive the sensations. "You didn't give me permission there, fucktoy. We'll take care of that later." When she heard that, he saw her body convulse again and her vision went white as another orgasm fried her brainpan.

He retracted his cock from her mouth and turned all the vibrators off. He perused Jessica's face and her cheeks were raspberry red. He pulled her up on to the sofa and laid her down with her head against the lower third of the seat back. He kneeled between her legs and started licking her juices, relishing the taste of her sopping pussy. He also liked the smell of the clit stimulator. He only drank in her wetness and didn't attack her clit at all, which had just been subjected to a serious amount of abuse. She was getting her breath back, but the vacant expression on her face betrayed just how drunk she was on the power dynamic.

"Do you want my cock fucktoy?" he asked. She whispered, almost hissed,  a contented "yes." "Yes what?" he cross examined. "Yes Master." "That's a good little fucktoy," he reassured her. He aimed the tip of his cockhead at her vaginal entrance and then leaned his body to jam it into her. He savored the feeling of her soft, wet walls collapsing around his meaty extension. He slowly built up momentum, his beef stick reaming her furiously. She whimpered an, "ohhhhhhhhh" as he rubbed his friction stick inside of her. Within five minutes, she was beginning to gasp and her breathing often sounded like little rapid puffs of air. His balls lined the sperm that would be gunned into her trench up inside him. The pleasant turbulence was making him sound short of breath, too. He looked at her face and it was contorted into an expression of rapturous torment. "(Pant pant pant) Master, may I cum?," she desperately. importuned. "Yes you may, fucktoy," he indulged. Her vaginal muscles contracted fiercely, her mouth sending forth choked gusts of breath just as his penis ejected its load into her pink passage. When his ammunition was spent, he wheeled his body on to the sofa next to her. Turning his back to the arm of the couch, he pulled her into his arms and between his legs. They rested there quietly for a few minutes. He became aware of the smell in the room now from there activities. He went into the bathroom, tearing off a big wad of toilet paper. He wiped Jessica's pussy, which had semen seeping out of it, and then what moisture there was on the couch cushion before flushing it down the toilet.

Opening the window to clear the air, Mike returned to Jessica and he took in her scent as he nibbled at her neck and tickled the ridges of her ear with his tongue. She let out a long gratified sigh. She had that drugged appearance on her countenance again. He softly asked her if she was happy. "Oh yes," she almost absentmindedly confessed. "Oh Yes, what?" Mike countered  "Oh yes Master. Mmmmmm..." "And what are you/" She had to think about it for a second as her endorphin intoxicated brain took its time to process the question. "Your little Asian fucktoy," she recalled, her voice making her sound very passive and disconnected. "That's right fucktoy."

His voice was coming and going in her mind, the chemical explosions in her cerebral cortex from their sex session having sapped her mental energy. "From now on, when we are alone, you are to address me as Master. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." And when you speak to me you will refer to yourself as 'little Asian fucktoy.' do you understand?" "Yes Master." And when we are out in public, you can refer to me the same as you were before today." "Yes Master." And I will refer to you the same way." "Yes Master."

She was so vulnerable right now. If he was evil, he could really hurt her. It only made him want to protect her more and yet, it turned him majorly on to put her in this state, where she seemed totally defenseless and easy to exploit for his purposes. And she appeared to be totally happy with that.

He sat her against the back of the sofa again and, after putting the nipple clamps back in his bag, picked the nipple rings off the end table and locked them back on her teats. They became fully erect again almost instantaneously. Was it conditioning? Or just her regular physiological reaction? Whatever it was, man, did it look appetizing! "Don't move fucktoy," he ordered her. "Yes Master," she obeyed. He went downstairs and filled a glass with ice and then poured some tap water into it. He dashed back up the stairs to her side and put the glass to her lips. "Here, drink!" he bid her. She took a few sips. Thank you Master," she said. "How are you feeling," he questioned. "so peaceful," she answered, repeating an earlier description of her euphoria.

He put the sex toys away. He got up again and found his digital camera and had her sit with her legs wide open. Then he snapped a photo of her cream pie and her knockers. He would have taken a pic of all of her, but that would have constituted child porn even though they were basically the same age.

He laid down on the couch with his head in her lap while she continued her journey through whatever dimension her mind was now in. He held her hands to his heart with his lefthand while he used his right to stroke her cheek, describing how much he loved her. "I love you, too, Master" she murmured with a buzzed smile on her face.

After another hour passed, he decided to wake her back up. First, he slapped her very gingerly on her cheeks. "Jessica, wake up babe." You need to get dressed. He ran an ice cube over her skin and then tickled her and she giggled to life. "Come here my little Asian fucktoy," he said. She fell into his arms and they kissed and kissed some more. He plucked her bra off the floor and she snapped it into place. She was soon fully clad again and then reveled in his embrace.

Mike felt kinda high himself now, his face registering an unceasingly wide grin. Hi mood mellowed as he looked over at Jessica. He threw his bag back into his bedroom closet and then picked her up and carried her downstairs and lovingly eased her on to the sofa. He retrieved his wheelchair and she slid into it and then they went into the backyard together. He pulled her out of the chair and onto a lounge chair, slipping in behind her and then pulling her down to recline on his belly. It was such a beautiful day. "My life so rocks right now," Mike convinced himself.