"Hello Stephanie,  this is Jennifer Hamada." "Hi Jen! How are you?" "Good! Hey look, Mike is over at my house right now after they came back from the university library and he's going to stay for dinner with us." "Oh, okay. What are they doing right now/" "Actually, they're sleeping." "That figures. I got up last night at 3 a.m. to use the bathroom and I heard  Mike playing his guitar upstairs." "Yeah, it's so adorable. She's sleeping in his lap with one arm wrapped around his leg (giggle). Anyway, I'll have him call you after we eat." "That'd be great Jen. Thanks for the notification."

"No problem. By the way Stephanie, your son has really been great for Jessica. I don't think I've seen her this happy since fifth grade." "Mike tells me that being with your daughter makes him look like he's smarter than he actually is (giggle)." "But apparently Mike is quite the math whiz, from what Jessica tells me." "Yeah, that's something I can't figure out. His grades are up and down, but he has always kicked butt in math." "Have you ever heard them argue?" "Not that I can remember." "Me either! And god, when I think of all the drama I went through in high school with my boyfriends!" "Mike was telling me that Jessica is so low maintenance he can't believe it, especially since the other two girlfriends he had were, in his words, pains in the ass. I actually didn't much like them, but Jessica is such a sweetheart." "One of the things I like, Steph, about their relationship is that he comes home with her and they do their homework together. I've seen them laying in each other's arms doing their reading and he helps her with her math homework when she needs it."

"I know he spends a lot of time over there, so it's nice to know that's what they've been doing. It's kind of sweet." "To tell you the truth Steph I'm so glad she has a man she can trust with her when she's away from home. Your son gives me some piece of mind and I really appreciate that." "Oh Jen, that's so kind of you to say that! Any mother would want to hear that about her son." My husband told me that Mike is really afraid of blowing it with Jessica, so I think he's trying to be as supportive of her as he can and I really really appreciate that, too. In fact, she told me that he's made her cry with the sweet things he's said to her." "So Jen, do you think they're having sex yet?" "I asked Jessica about that and she won't give me a straight answer, so probably. So I decided to put her on the pill just to be safe." "Oh good! "Yeah, I'd like to wait a few years before I become a grandmother (giggle)." "Yeah, I know how you feel." "She also sometimes has brutal periods and I was hoping the pill would help with them. So far, it doesn't seemed to have, but it's still early yet." "Yeah, Mike told me that she sometimes gets bad periods, poor thing." "Yeah, she got that  from me, unfortunately. When I went on the pill in college, it seemed to help reduce the frequency of them, so I pray that the same will happen with her." "Know of a pill that will make Mike clean up his room?" "(Giggle), no. My brother was the same way. His bedroom always seemed to have stuff laying on the floor and he never made his bed. I guess it's a guy thing." "(Giggle), yeah." "Well look Steph, I need to start getting dinner ready. Tell Dave Carl and I said hi." "Okay Jen. Give my best to Carl. Bye bye." Bye!"

After dinner, Mike phoned home and then he and Jessica played guitar until around ten. "Man babe, this Alexi model is sweet. I think I'm going to have to get one." "You look good playing it sweety!" Jessica complimented. "And you just look good period!" "(Giggle) Thanks, babe." Mike then went to use the hallway bathroom, noting that the house was dark, indicating that her parents had gone to bed. Mike came back and, sitting next to Jennifer, asked, "would fucktoy like to give her Master a handjob?" Jessica giggled and replied in the affirmative. "Yes Master, your little Asian fucktoy likes making you happy." "I also want to cum on fucktoy's face." Jessica giggled again and retorted, "would Master's little Asian fucktoy look good with cum on her face?" "I think there is a good possibility of that," Mike chuckled.

They slid over to the foot of the bed and Mike helped her kneel in front of him as he sat there with his cock out and his pants and boxers around his ankles. He wanted her to strip, but then thought of what might happen if one of her parents suddenly knocked on the door. She took his rigid rocket in her right hand and began to stroke it in a leisurely way, circling her thumb pad on the tip of his cockhead on each upstroke before he rubbed the very sensitive frenulum on the way back down. "Lick my balls fucktoy," he ordered. She angled her head to the side and pulled his cock upward and the tip of her tongue grazed the loose skin around his sack. "Oh yes, fucktoy is doing that well," he sighed. Her tongue trailed back up the underside of his shaft and she swirled the underside of it around the head. "Ooooh fuck yessss," Mike said. His precum began to lubricate her hand, making it easier for it to slide over the taut skin while she sucked on his balls where it joins the base of his balls. Then she increased the speed of her hand's back and forth motion while her lefthand fingernails lightly bit into the skin of his family jewels and tugged on it. "Oh fuck, oh mjy God, I'm going to shoot in a minute fucktoy," he warned, as she saw how red his rhythm stick was becoming. "When I cum, I want you to just hold the shaft and milk it with your fingers," he suggested. He stood up and placed his cock about two inches in front of her face. "Oh fuck baby, I'm cumming!" Jessica felt the impact of his gooey payload splatter her face, cheeks and lips." When he was done, as she held his cock in her hand, she asked, "is Master happy with the way his little Asian fucktoy's face has been decorated?" Mike peered down as the sperm packed fluid began to run and drip, the light reflecting on it and almost making it glow. "Oh yeah. Fucktoy will take her Master's cum on her face whenever he demands it." Yes Master. Thank You Master." "Now clean my dick off," he ordered. After she was finished, he snagged a couple of tissues and wiped his ball cream off of her beautiful countenance and chucked them in her waste basket.

"Master has a desire to lick fucktoy's pussy," Mike intoned. "Yes Master," she answered and after he pulled his pants and boxers back up, he helped her stagger to the foot of the bed and put her on her back. He pulled her jeans off of her and then her panties, which had an obvious  wet spot on them. He reached over and beyond her to snare a pillow so she could muffle her moans with it. "Is fucktoy wet?" Mike teased. "Yes Master." "Mmmmm, this is going to be delicious," he smiled and dropped to his knees and planted the top half of his tongue against  the length of her bald slit, lapping and sucking her slightly pleasantly aromatic juices like he had been starving for a month for it. As he did so, she stroked the back of his neck. Now pointing his tongue, he slid it up from the bottom of her cunt to her clit, flicking it repeatedly while he gently pushed his middle and ring fingers between her vaginal walls and felt for the ridges on the upper wall of her humid cavern just inside the opening, her g spot. He began to suck and roll the clit in his mouth while the fingers lightly rubbed the aforementioned ridges. She felt her clit fill with heat as the blood rushed to it and make it stiff, every vibration and pull of it making her moan. His fingers began to dance more rapidly against those inner ridges as he sucked the clit in small bursts to make her clit pulsate. This drove her nuts and he was having a hard time keeping his mouth against her vulva, much less her clit. Then the familiar panting began and Mike intensified his attentions on her clit and g spot, her hips twisting and her eyes being concealed in her head while her brain absorbed all the pleasure signals. A minute later, she choked, stopped breathing and then with a guttural yell into the pillow, felt the surge of the orgasm within her as it progressed through her torso, Mike feeling her vaginal muscles contracting vigorously around his fingers.

Mike pulled away from her pussy and gazed at the picture before him, his sub with a dreamy expression on her face while her breathing started to fall to normal. Mike was hard again, but wasn't going to go any further than that. He sat with his back to the headboard and pulled Jessica to him. She restored her jeans and panties to a more conventional position and he held her for a little while. But when it got to be a few minutes after 11, he thought it might be a good idea to go home to avoid any possible conflict with her parental units.

When he got home and walked into his room, there was a package sitting on his bed for him. "Cool," he talked to himself, as he contemplated the little surprise he was going to spring on Jessica with the contents.

Sunday, Mike went with Jessica to the library again and he finished a couple of guitar magazines while she accumulated more notes for her papers. Knowing that he didn't really have anything to do other than read, she told him it was okay if he wanted to stay home, but he went with her anyway and she appreciated how he sacrificed his time for her.

The library closed at 3 p.m. and when they got to his car in the mostly empty parking lot, she unzipped his pants without any prompting and sucked him off to show her gratitude. "Would fucktoy like some ice cream to get the taste of her Master's cum out of her mouth?" he leered. "Your little Asian fucktoy would very much appreciate such kindness from Master," she smiled. They went and had the ice cream and he brought her back to her house. Jessica noticed the cardboard box in the back seat and wondered what was in it. It would still be another day before she found out what was in it.

Monday, the weather was taking an obvious turn for the worse, getting colder with rain sprinkling the ground every now and again. Against this gray backdrop, Mike decided to add some color to Jessica's appearance. First, he had her wear a white blouse and black pants to school because they would act as a marked color contrast for what he had in mind. Then when they got to the parking lot, Mike grabbed the box on his back seat and opened it, pulling two ten foot lengths of nylon rope from it. "You're going to tie me up here Master?" she looked at him incredulously. 'Yes fucktoy, and everyone will be able to see it." Her eyes widened and she got out a "but...." before he stopped her from speaking further. "Fucktoy will remain quiet until her Master is finished," he said assertively. Jessica couldn't believe what she suspected was going to happen. She was already wet and horny from her throbbing nipples due to the locked and chained rings hung on them,  but now both her stomach and heart were having a little olympic games floor exercise competition as she waited to see what audacious stunt her Master was about to pull.

"Now turn your back to me," he commanded. She slowly rotated her body. He grabbed her long, black hair just above her neck and gathered it tightly with his lefthand while he began to position the ropes on her hair. She felt him wrapping the strands of rope around her pony tail and pulling them tight. "What is he doing?" she fretted. It was also taking forever, at least in her mind, as he wound more of the ropes around her straight, shiny locks. After about 15 minutes, he was at the end of the rope and also at the terminus of her her hair, which had grown to the small of her back. He made the last braid with barely half an inch of rope to spare after he tied it off, He pulled down on it, exposing her neck in front. He leaned over and around her and planted a few kisses on it.

Jessica didn't know what it looked like, but he had encapsulated her hair in a red sort of hair corset and it looked phenomenal. "Wow, fucktoy looks incredible being tied this way," Mike informed her. To the other students, it was just a hair ornament, but the truth was he got if off a website specializing in hair bondage. He got her out of the car and into her wheelchair and they headed for a corridor between the classroom buildings to shelter themselves from the rain. When they got to a planter that ringed that corridor but was still able to keep the precipitation from drenching them, he picked her up out of the wheelchair and plopped her on the bricks that formed the planter, her legs dangling. It wasn't long before she became the object of just about every passing female student's stares. It was still a half hour before first period and Jessica still hadn't seen what he had done to her hair with the rope. Jessica tried to ask Mike a question about the hair rope, but he shushed her, whispering to her that, "fucktoy will speak only when spoken to until we get to class." "Yes Master," she mouthed to him silently.

Jessica was feeling embarrassed by the stares and her face was a little hot as a result. Added to her moist pussy and her pulsing nipples, she felt a right mess even though anyone looking at her would think she looked very classy and demure indeed. After about 15 minutes of this, a group of girls walked up to her and Mike. "Oh my God, that looks so cool! Where did you find it" one of the girls enthused. "It was just something I found on the net that I thought I would surprise her with," Mike noted. "Can you stand up so I can get a better look at it?" the one girl asked. "I can't walk," Jessica replied. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," the girl overcompensated, finally noticing the folded wheelchair. "It's cool. I'm glad you like it," Jessica, with a bit of a question mark on her face, rejoindered.

I hope you won't mind me asking this, but could you please show me how to do that braid?" the girl bubbled. "That would look so good with your hair Brandy," one of her friends evaluated. "It's a little involved at first, but you can pick it up pretty quickly," Mike said. Brandy took Jessica's hair corset in her hand to feel the texture and to look at the colors. "Here Brandy, turn around and let me see your hair." Brandy spun a 180 and Mike, after noting it extended down to the middle of her shoulder blades, then told her, "get two lengths of about 5-7 foot nylon rope and  I'll do it for you at lunch sometime," Mike offered with a smirk on his face. Jessica started cracking up. "Where should I get it?" she asked. He explained where to find it on a big online retailer's website and what search term to use for it so that she wouldn't have any inkling that what Mike did was linked to BDSM. "You can get it in a lot of different colors," Mike egged on. Mike told Brandy where he and Jessica hung out at lunch and Brandy walked away happily. Jessica turned to Mike and whispered in his ear, "Your little Asian fucktoy told Master he was smart." He reacted, "your Master is always happy to have his already big ego stroked," causing them both to laugh out loud at his little bit of sexy self-deprecation.

It was now about five minutes before class, so they moved themselves to their classroom, which resulted in more stares for Jessica. "Hey Jessica, where did you get that thing on your hair," another girl inquired. "Oh, Mike made it for me," she revealed. "Oh my God, that looks so cool. Can you show me how to make it Mike?" the girl, who otherwise hadn't given either of them the time of day up to that point, begged. Mike faced Jessica and snickered and then turned to the girl and said, "yeah sure. See me after class and I'll tell you what you'll need." "Me too! another girl raised her hand. 'Yeah, I'd like to try that, too," yet another said. Teenage herd behavior was obviously setting in.

Jessica was late to her next class just for the lulz of hearing Mike tell some of her female classmates how to get a hold of rope ordinarily used for bondage so that they could utilize it as a hair ornament.

More of the same occurred in her remaining classes. Jessica would be late to every other class as she laughed her ass off inside while explaining how to obtain bondage rope on the net to satisfy the vanity of her fellow teens.

Friday, Mike and Jessica got mobbed at lunch by girls holding lengths of rope at their perch in the empty outdoor amphitheater. He slowly went through the braiding sequence for the first girls as the others tried to do it on their friends. Mike stopping them at times to give pointers. After he finished that first one, he grabbed one of the girls who was having trouble grasping it and put one of the hair corsets on her, telling her friends to remember this so that they could show it to their friend later. He couldn't get to everyone by the time the bell rang, but told them to come back early Monday morning and he and Jessica would help them then.

And to top it off, when Jessica got home, her mom asked her "what that thing in your hair is." "Oh, Mike made it for me," Jessica disingenuously disclosed. Then her mom asked if Mike would do it for her! Jessica laughed into her palm. "What's so funny honey?" Jennifer Hamada wondered. Jessica saved it by recalling that, "God mom, everybody and their mother loves this thing and asked us to show them how to do it. It's really funny." "I guess you have a hit on your hands Mike," Jennifer offered. When Mike got to Jessica's room, he asked his girlfriend, "so does your mom have the same tendencies you do?" he quizzed with a raised eyebrow?" "You're such a dork," she said, jokingly pushing him.

Friday, they got to school at 7 a.m., the campus just about empty. Then slowly the girls came, with their recently purchased nylon ropes in various colors, to have hair bondage done to them, earnestly imploring Mike to "do me first." Mike taught Jessica how to do it by removing her hair corset and having her apply it to her mother's tresses, which were only about halfway on her shoulder blades. Both spent almost the entire ensuing 90 minutes braiding rope. Mike got more rope to replace the ones he had used on Jessica's mom to encase his subbie's hair again. At lunch, the same thing happened, more girls wanting hair bondage. By the end of the day, there were dozens of clueless teen girls with their pony tails bound. Jessica and Mike laughed about this as they headed to his car for another weekend.

And guess what: when they went to the university library Saturday, they saw it on some of the college girls, who must have had younger sisters at Jessica's high school who wrapped their hair for them. As Mike drove them down the road on the way home, he would let out a "moo" sound every time he saw a girl with the rope hair cage on her to indicate a member of the unthinking herd.

By Monday, elementary and junior high girls were sporting it. By Tuesday, the websites of women's magazines were writing features extolling, "the new hair accessory everybody is talking about," but having no idea where the origin of the idea was. By Wednesday, the nation's BDSM community was in hysterics, one poster to a well known shibari forum saying that he and his wife laughed themselves hoarse when their oblivious 12 year old daughter wanted her mom to demonstrate how to make one.

"Wow, I had no idea I was going out with such a trendsetter," Jessica needled Mike. To which Mike merely retorted, "mooooo!"