A new week began and everyone in the band reconnoitered at Mike's house after dinner. Matt, who had kind of a thing for punk rock in addition to his attachment to heavy metal, wanted to do Iggy and the Stooges "Search and Destroy." They went downstairs to Mike's room to watch some You Tube videos of it and Jessica remarked, 'oh my God, this should only take us about ten minutes to learn to play. This is easy1" she estimated.

They went back upstairs and Jessica wouldn't be that far wrong. By the end of the next hour, they were using it to solo to their heart's content over because the framework of it was so basic. Yet, the song itself kicked huge amounts of ass and would go down well live, they thought, as long as they didn't get too self indulgent with it. .

Mike decided it was time to get serious and asked Dennis if he had learned to play the bass line to "Far Beyond the Sun." He had and so they launched into it, Mike and Jessica alternating solo and arpeggio segments. Rhythmically, it wasn't yet tight though because Matt hadn't been told to learn it plus they were all still feeling each other out as to their role performing the song. They went back downstairs and checked out Yngwie's performance of it. They talked about Matt's drum part and then took another run at it. Better, but not good enough. A lot of stopping and starting along with a lot of laughing and needling over mistakes later, it was nearly 10 0'colock now. They called it a night, but hung out for the next hour discussing what other tunes they wanted to try. Mike basically ordered the other band members to learn "Rising Force" by Wednesday as well and Travis put in a bid for "Battery" by Metallica. The latter composition was voted in by acclamation.

Everybody headed home and Mike drove Jessica to hers. At the curb in front of her house, Mike started kissing and, after unhooking her bra, feeling her up. He repeatedly pulled on the nipple ring chain and the throbbing in her teats surged. "So fucktoy, are you going to play with yourself tonight?" he asked her with a wicked grin. Her heart was pounding and him calling her "fucktoy," for some reason, turned her on. She looked up at him and hopefully responded, "please Master, may I masturbate tonight?". "You didn't ask the question correctly," he critiqued. She thought it over and then it hit her what he wanted. "Master, may your little Asian fucktoy masturbate tonight?" "That's better fucktoy," he praised, kissing her gently on the lips. "Of course you may, but because it's so late, you don't have to call me tonight," he added. She moaned and Mike could see that she was starting to check into the sub space hotel. He couldn't have her entering her house, where she might run into her protective father, in a stupor.

Mike lightly slapped her cheeks and shook her gingerly, asking her if she was alright. "Yes Master," she reassured him. "Tell me, fucktoy, what the definition of the Pythagorean theorem is." She started laughing because it was so odd for him to even care about that stuff. "She's back on earth," he muttered to himself with a smile. "Okay fucktoy,, goodnight. Practice hard tomorrow." "Yes Master," she obeyed.

Jessica said hi to her father when she rolled in and then prepared to get herself cleaned up. She got herself off with the shower massager, loving the pulse with which the water jets hit her erect clit, before she donned pajamas and underwear and returned to her bedroom. It seemed so empty with her gear left over at Mike's, except for the Alexi model she had kept at her place. She worked on absorbing "Battery" until just after midnight and then laid on her back, removed her bra, played with her aching nipples for a while, masturbated, and fell into a profound repose.

By dinner time the following day, she had the Metallica rager nailed cold. She even put her performance on video and uploaded it to You Tube.

She then turned her attention to "Rising Force" and burned up the time getting it under her fingers. The rhythm parts were pretty standard stuff, but she didn't want to do the lead and fills in a way that sounded sloppy. She broke them down both Yngwie's and virtuoso keyboardist Jens Johannsson's parts into two bar phrases and played them over and over and over. She knew Mike was going to ask her to transpose Jens' stuff for guitar anyway.

Mike took her to band practice Wednesday and an hour into it, they finally had "Far Beyond the Sun" under control. They then made a test run at "Rising Force" and asked Jessica to do all the guitar parts herself. Dennis was a hell of a player of himself  and he had it down stone cold, so Jessica was able to really burn over the top of his bass line, though her performance of the solo still needed a little more attack to sound convincing. Mike and her discussed who would play the fills where and then Mike said he would take Yngwie's solo and then Jessica would come in and be Jens. They tried it again and it definitely sounded more cohesive. They weren't quite hitting the different sections as hard as they could,  though. They decided to shelve it until tomorrow's rehearsal.

Jessica rolled off her volume control to clean the distortion of her sound up and began strumming the opening chords of "Battery". Mike came in with his MH 1000  rolled off, too, to do the lead acoustic line. They did a twin harmony part in the runup to the first verse before it just then became full on muppet metal, Jessica, Travis and Mike all whipping their hair up and down in time to the tune.  Travis was mugging and posing and cracking everybody up as they tried to keep it together. They eventually had to stop after the second chorus because Jessica was playing the riff too fast. "Really listen to me and the Matt's kick drum," Mike directed. She nodded copacetically and Matt counted it off and they dove into it once more. It was much better. Dennis didn't think he had been in the pocket enough with Matt, though, and so they opted to keep doing it until everyone was unanimously happy with it. That didn't take too much time, fortunately. 

So what now? "How come we're not doing any Priest?" Travis asked. "Shit, that's right!" Dennis noted "So which Priest tunes do you guys wanna do?" Mike said, opening the discussion. "Everybody and their mother does the shit off of British Steel," Matt observed. 'Yeah, no shit," Mike echoed. "Painkiller?" Mike proposed. "That'll work," Dennis indicated. "That album is such a classic," Matt noted. "Too bad it doesn't get as much attention as Screaming for Vengeance and some of the others." "Leather Rebel?" Matt offered. "Okay, Mike said, "Painkiller" and "Leather Rebel." Anything else?

"We're going to need some slow songs to do," Jessica interjected. How about "The Zoo?" "Perfect babe," Mike said. Matthias Jabs was one of Mike's favorite guitar players and the rhythm part of it is largely just a simple two note chord shape phrase. Mike didn't have a talk box, but he could just improvise those parts as regular leads. "Hey Jessica, since you suggested it, come up with a solo you can follow with after I do the main one." "Okay honey," she smiled.

"Mike, you're so lucky. You have a girlfriend that is actually quiet." "Travis, shut the fuck up," she snapped. "Too bad we can't find a lead singer who has the same characteristic," Mike joked. "But y'all love me anyway," Travis snarked. "Not as much as you love yourself," Dennis needled. Travis, imitating Muhammad Ali, reacted with, "but I'm so pretty," which caused everybody to howl with laughter.

By the end of the month, they had a solid 20 song set list and battened them down tight. But it was also just three days before school started. Mike was stoked with Jessica's growth as a guitar player just in the time they had been together. He was also very satisfied with her submission to him. She couldn't quite get all of his cock into her mouth yet, but it was getting close. She tried to work on her deep throating skills at least an hour a night. She also liked sharing her masturbation sessions with Mike over the phone, not to mention when he drilled the shit out of her in real life. Unfortunately, they would have just one class together this semester, but it was during first period, assuring, the two believed, that every day would get off to a nice start.

The Friday before school was to kickoff, Mike's parents decided to have a little getaway to Lake Havasu. Mike told his younger brother to not bother to come home that day, Saturday or Sunday before dark unless it was absolutely essential or he would kick his ass. His brother knew why: Big Brother wanted time alone: to bone his ho. Any guy, even a 13 year old, could relate to that. So the brother decided to spend the weekend hanging out at the beach with his friends, where he might be able to find a chick of his own, if he was lucky.

Mike brought Jessica over and, as soon as he got her up in the music room, he told her to remove her clothes. "Yes Master," she confirmed. He put the thong that had the dildo and the butt plug in it on her and then took a long length of red silk rope from what he was now calling his "fun bag," a pun on a slang term for "breasts."

He had been watching the videos and reading the books recommended by the people in the BDSM chat room and he practiced on himself after everyone had gone to sleep in his house. He finally reached a point where he felt he wouldn't hurt Jessica if he used rope on her. She knew what he was going to do when she saw it and her pussy, which was already slick from her always throbbing nipples, now went to flood stage. He folded the rope in half and then tied part of it off in front halfway down her sternum as she kneeled on the sofa. More knots were created before he pulled the rope tight against her pussy and up the crack of her ass before he knotted it three more times on her back, one for the lumbar, one half way up and another between her shoulder blades. He brought the rope around so that it was tight against her breasts and looped it through a knot at the breast bone. He then wrapped it around her rib cage and slipped each end through the gap in the rope that was flat against her back. He pulled it back in front of her. When he was finished, she was bound into a neat karada tie

Her soaking pussy moistened the crotch part of the tie. He had her put her hands behind her, bound them, and then attached that binding to the karada tie. "Fucktoy, you look awesome," he said. "Thank you Master." As her body rocked slightly while on her knees, the rope rubbed her clit, making her even more aroused. He blindfolded and gagged her and then began tickling her. Ten minutes of that and her breathing sounded almost asthmatic as her breaths went back and forth through the air holes in the ball. He neatly gathered her long hair, which had grown almost to the small of her back over the summer, and  tugged it downward, which exposed her neck fully to him. He leisurely explored it with his tongue and lips as the heat of her ardor began to climb. "Fucktoy," he called out. "Yefh Mathta (yes master)" she responded. "You like this?" he archly inquired. "Yeth Mathta," she slowly responded. He pulled the blindfold up slightly and looked into her eyes and yes, they were becoming glassy. "Excellent," he thought to himself. He restored the blindfold to its previous state to let her enjoy whatever reality she was entertaining in her brain at that moment without interference from other visual stimuli.

He sucked on her stiff nipples, eliciting long, dreamy moans from her from behind the gag. He pulled the vibrating nipple clamps out of his bag and placed them where they were supposed to go. He wrapped his arms around her, turned and gently positioned her on the floor kneeling in front of him. He grasped the remote for the clamps and clicked them on at 50% strength. He sat down as he watched his bound subbie twist and moan. Saliva began collecting in the holes of the ball in the gag and then dripped down her chin and on to the rug. That reminded him to get a towel,  but he wasn't going to leave her alone for even a second, so he put his t-shirt in front of her to catch her dribble. He was so damned hard now that he felt like his cock would burst open unless he had some relief. He watched her with fascination for another five minutes before he heard her try to say something. "Mathta, meh I cm (may I cum)?" 'What was that, fucktoy? Speak louder and clearer!" Mike teased. "MATHTA, MEH I CM?" She was writhing and her breathing desperately short. "Ask me the way you're supposed to!" he commanded. She sat still for a second as she panted. Then she laboriously implored, "Mathta, meh ya libbl Athan funkoy cm (Master, may your little Asian fucktoy cum)?" She was rocking her ass half up and down like she had to go take a piss. He grinned and then told her, "knock yourself out fucktoy!" She just about did. Her guttural scream reverberated off the walls of his music room, followed by raspy, edgy huffing and puffing. He thought that the red patches on her cheeks and just above her breasts looked amazingly hot on her.

He stood up in front of her, carefully slipped the ball gag off of her mouth. He could see the dried spittle in the corners of her mouth. He then guided her mouth on to his cock. He began to gradually skullfuck her, commencing with just putting the head of his dick in it, then an inch of his shaft, then another inch of it and then another inch. "Well, let's see if you pass your deep throat exam today fucktoy," he said to her. He shoved his cock in all the way and then quickly pulled it out. She gagged and expelled a good bit of viscuous saliva with it. Okay fucktoy, relax that throat and take it all," he taught her. He slowly but steadily pushed it into the back of her mouth and then into her throat and held it there for a second before withdrawing. She coughed and spat up more saliva. "At least she isn't puking," he thought to himself. "You want me to stop, fucktoy?" he asked. "No Master," she rejoindered. "Good girl," he said and then forced his cock back through her lips. He felt her swallow his cockhead, which was an amazing sensation for him. He pulled out and she gulped some more air before she quickly slid it back into her throat again and held it there. He felt her throat muscles quivering against his engorged shaft before extracting his schlong. She coughed and her saliva was now making a mess of her chin and her face looked hot and it was stained with tears running from underneath her blindfold.

"Okay fucktoy, here we go!" and he started to skullfuck her fulltime now, repeatedly. bringing her mouth to his balls with each instroke before he quickly pushed her away from it. She adapted and worked up a good breathing rhythm when while he pumped and pulled his cock in and out of her soft, warm mouth. "Oh shit babe, here's lunch!" he declared and then sprayed his cum into her throat, which oozed down into her belly. He pulled out with a spidery web of saliva attached to the head of his cock as she coughed and gulped air. "Was fucktoy glad to satisfy her Master?" he interrogated. "Yes Master," she answered. He yanked the blindfold off her head and her eyes were back at heavy lidded.

He had her bound up that way for the last 15 minutes, so it was time to untie her, which he did. The vibrator on her nipples, though, continued to make her clit pump. Her hips were twisting and circling with the dildo and butt plug inside of her. "Does fucktoy want to cum?" Mike leered. "Yes Master," she informed him. "You must ask properly," he shot back. "May Master's little Asian fucktoy cum?" "Good girl," he bubbled, stroking her head. He got down on his knees and reached under the rope and then the waistband of the thong and found her clit. He rapidly rubbed it and two minutes later, she splashed her natural lubricant all over the fabric of the thong and the rubber cock inside of her. When she came down from the orgasm, Mike asked as if he was irritated, "well, aren't you going to show me some gratitude fucktoy/" "Thank you Master," she blurted.

He turned off the nipple clamps and undid the ropes. He then picked her up and dropped her on the couch before collecting the thong, too, leaving her naked again. He reclaimed the clamps and they nestled in his bag once again. "Don't move, babe," he told her and then ran down to a second floor linen closet for a towel, which he ultimately put under her ass as she lay with her hard about halfway on the couch back. 'How does my fucktoy feel right now?" "Your little Asian fucktoy feels amazing, Master," she euphorically stated. "I'm glad to hear that," he said.

He grabbed her by the knees and pushed her legs up over his shoulders. He then licked and sucked on her pussy and clit like it was the four star meal. He was so into what he was doing that he failed to hear her ask if she could cum again. She finally had to yell it to get his attention. 'MASTER, CAN YOUR LITTLE ASIAN FUCKTOY CUM?" "Mmmmm, your Master loves fucktoy's enthusiasm. Yes, you may cum," he allowed and he brutalized her clit with his tongue and sucked it hard to boot, her squeals telegraphing that she was in ecstasy.

His dipstick was waving at attention once more. He shoved his cock into her with all the consideration of someone reaching into a tub full of cold beer and just used her for his own pleasure, ramming and slamming his seven inches until his balls overflowed and channeled the excess through his penis and into her gash. "Clean me up fucktoy," he ordered and she dutifully did before her head dropped back on to the couch back with her mouth half open while the endorphins circulated around her brain.

He stared at her. He was still pinching himself that he had not just a hot, killer guitar player for a girlfriend, but one that was a freak, too. And not just a freak, but one that got off on being his slave and cum receptacle. And she was sane!

He picked her up, still naked, and took her downstairs and put her on a chair he had brought into the shower. He lathered her up and washed her and massaged her back. "I love you Jessica," he said. She was waking up from her euphoria, but was nonetheless enjoying her boyfriend washing her and helping to loosen the muscles near her spine. She hugged and kissed him and he did the same to her. He was hard again, but he let the fact pass, instead choosing the thrill of consuming her beautiful skin and body and the lovely black hair that hung off her head and how it emphasized and framed her femininity with his eyes. "Hey babe, you want to go out for some ice cream?" he asked. "Your little Asian fucktoy would like that, Master." He softly palmed her cheek and have her a long, slow and tender kiss before turning the shower off.

As she sat in the shower, he toweled her off and continued to marvel at how beautiful she was. And he had her! "Fuck yeah!" he thought to himself.

He carried her back upstairs and they got dressed and hit a local ice cream shop. Just to be safe, since he didn't know what her state of mind was, he reminded her in the car that outside they were Jessica and Mike, not Master and little Asian fucktoy. "Okay sweety!" she smiled. Mike decided to get a sundae, but the portions were so huge that Jessica didn't get anything for her petite self and instead they split it, Mike delighting in how her little tongue lapped up the ice cream from his spoon. Both of them absolutely loved ice cream and more than a few of the times they ventured outside the confines of his or her house ended up at that shop. Mike smiled wickedly as a sensuous thought came to him. "What are you thinking, honey?" she asked in curiosity at the big grin. "It's a secret," he laughed. "God, you're such a dork," she told him. "Yeah," he chuckled back at her.

They went back to his house and, after he opened the window and the curtains of his music room to let some air and light in, he turned to her and said, "hey babe, I have something I want to show you. I want to know what you think." "Okay sweety," she accommodated. He flipped the standby switch on his amp to the "on" position, rolled his volume control back slightly and then started playing something fusiony but really familiar. She recognized it because her first guitar teacher had worked with her on it shortly before she decided to get a new instructor. It was Al DiMeola's "Race with Devil on Spanish Highway" She got up and snagged her guitar and also turned her amp on and then began chording out the progression. "I know this song honey!" He smiled, but since she knew it he really wanted to shred on it now and she was impressed watching him as he wove it out of his Strat. She did an adaptation of the keyboard pattern that doubled the guitar part at one point with him and a couple of minutes later it was over. "Wow baby, that was really cool! How come you didn't tell me you were learning it?" "Babe, you know what a monster Al is, so I didn't want to tell you I was taking it on because if it just became too much at some point for me and I decided to give it up I think you would have been disappointed. I kind of have a reputation to keep up, you know," he told her.

"Listen Mike, all the sex, band and other fun stuff we've been having aside, we're still a couple and so you can't keep stuff from me. It makes me feel like you are locking me out when you do that and it kind of kills the feeling of being connected to you." "Wow, did we just have our first argument?" he thought to himself. "Yeah, you got a point, ip. I'm sorry." "You've been so good to me, honey. So it's alright." He hugged her, lifting her off the couch as he did so, Jessica wrapping her legs around him. He supported them with his left arm. "I wish you could spend the night with me ip," he said. "Me too baby, but my parents would never go for that," she reported. "Even though they have you on the pill. God, parents are weird," he analyzed. "Yeah, that's funny how that works. I guess it is my parents' way of feeling like they are still in control and protecting me," she posited. "I love protecting you, ip, even though I'm not that good in a fight." She smiled up at him and said, "can your little Asian fucktoy enjoy the pleasure of Master's company until dinner time?" she inquired. "Yes fucktoy, you may," he grinned.