Once Maki and Haruko had regained their composure, Steven raised his hand and then asked why the two of them were weeping. "For me," Haruko started, "it's my sister finding some happiness. For my mom, while she shares my sentiment, I also think it's another sign for her that she's getting older because it was what, 30 years ago it was her serving up her virginity to my father. I wonder how she'll react when you and I have our first child and she gets called "grandma" for the first time."

"By the way Stephanie, tomorrow we're going to Ms. McMullen's to get your nails done and she is going to have your body hair waxed off." "Yes Mistress." "Also, the day after we get back from Arisa's swim meet, you're going to cook dinner for my family. The day after that, you're going to do it for your parents." "Yes Mistress." "You will have to decide what the menu is, too, so that you will learn how to put meals together properly. Afterward, at least after you serve my family, we will critique the meal. You did a good job at the Christmas party, so it's getting time to where your service needs to take another step forward." "Yes Mistress." Also, you won't be allowed to use anything that is canned or pre-packaged." "Yes Mistress."

"One more thing: I don't know how practical this is, but I want you to work on acquiring a more feminine voice, too. Explore the subject on the net or elsewhere and see if you can find a method that will work for you. You will have to be able to do it where you can easily go back and forth between your regular voice and your feminine one. I'm not going to make this a hard and fast order, but I would definitely appreciate it if you can have a convincing girl's voice to use. At some point down the road, I would like to begin taking you out as a woman like when we go shopping or go out to eat or whatever." "Yes Mistress." "And about your hair: "I want you to keep letting it grow out and then Ms. McMullen will style it so that you can change between a feminine style and a manly style with just the turn of a brush." "Yes Mistress."

"So does this excite you?" "Yes Mistress. Very much. Of course, it also fills me with some trepidation." "Well, it would be a sign of the depth of your devotion to me if you could do that. That is still a ways off, but you should look at it as a goal. Eventually, you'll be going to bed in lingerie every night with the mindset that a man will want to fuck you if he saw you dressed like that. "Yes Mistress."

So have you masturbated lately?" No Mistress. Of course I've wanted to, but when you said that masturbating without permission is a choice between playing with myself and you the playing with myself loses every time." "Good girl, Stephanie. How about looking at porn?" "I no longer look at it, Mistress. I believe it would be an insult to you if I did and it would take some of the focus away from serving you exclusively. Plus it just wastes too much time." "Excellent! Good girl Stephanie! And this was even though I didn't demand you refrain from viewing it. You're definitely growing in your attitude toward service to your Mistress." "Thank you Mistress." "Your Mistress is really turned on now, so eat my pussy." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." "Why did you thank me Stephanie?" Mistress, the chance to eat your beautiful pussy is a privilege I crave every day and I am grateful because you are such a gorgeous, intelligent and talented woman and nothing makes me happier than bringing you to orgasm. Also, it brings a smile to your face and I live for that smile." "I am genuinely moved by what you said, Stephanie. You made me feel loved so much. Thank you my darling." "You're welcome Mistress. I'm glad you find happiness in my love for you."

Haruko took her clothes off and laid in bed. Steven then performed oral sex on her for the next 45 minutes, giving her eight orgasms. She rested in bed under the influence of the endorphins, feeling happy and content. "Come here and cuddle me," she directed. "That was outstanding Stephanie." "Mistress, your juices are heaven sent. I have to keep drinking them and then provoke the music that is the sound of your voice in the midst of climax." "Oh, look at the time! Stephanie, go help my mom fix dinner. Don't forget to tell your parents you're spending the night with me, too." "Yes Mistress." 

"So how did Stephanie do tonight mom?" Haruko asked after finishing dinner. "Oh, she's doing good. She can chop vegetables as well as I can now and she has a much better feel for seasoning and cooking meat than she did when he first started learning how to cook. Plus I love it when she does the dishes." Everyone at the dinner table laughed. "It's nice to take some of the burden off of you Mrs. Eklund. You're already very busy." "She's such a good girl, Haruko. I wonder what you two will do, though, when you begin having children." "Fortunately, okaasan, that is at least a decade off, so we'll worry about that later." "That outfit really fits you well, Stephanie." "It's too bad he is so tall and heavy, mom. It would be neat if he could share clothes with me." "Haruko, are you doing this to him so that you can have another sister?" "No mom. I do it because I want him to not just understand my life as a woman, but to tame some of his male aggression and channel it so that it benefits me." "Okay, just making sure, Haruko." "Do you think my daughter is selfish Stephanie?" "No Ma'am. She has done me the favor of allowing me to express a part of my personality I had kept hidden for a while due to trust issues. Now is she using me for her benefit or entertainment? Yes, but I like it when she does it." "Yeah, he's definitely a sub," Rie asserted. "Because I'm the same way with Brandon. I love it when he uses me for his pleasure." "Are you going to submit to Matt Shiho?" Maki wondered. "If he asks me to, mom." "Are you sore sweety?" Erik asked. "Yeah, I am daddy. His cock is so thick. I'll probably we walking a little bowlegged tomorrow." "I wish I had lost my virginity to Stephanie," Haruko said. "What he has made me realize about myself and the way we communicate makes me feel incredibly close to him. When I make love with him it's so fulfilling." "Thanks for saying that Mistress."

"You want to know what's funny, though? I almost didn't ask her out," Steven began. She's the kind of girl that is usually way out of my league, but there just seemed to be some weird x-factor that compelled me to do it. Usually women like her laugh at me when I try to take them out." "This should be a lesson to you, Stephanie, to always keep taking a shot no matter how much you get knocked down." "Yes Master Erik, you're right. Look at Einstein. He felt like such a loser in the early part of his life that he contemplated suicide. And now I can't wait to get out of bed so that I can be with Mistress. I mean, my God, what a blessing THAT is!"

"If I may Master Erik, how did you meet Mrs. Eklund?" "There's no great story there, unfortunately, Stephanie. I was teaching english in Japan and she was one of my students. She wanted to maintain her english speaking skills by taking occasional classes in addition to the work she was doing in college. She was just absolutely breathtaking and I knew that a lot of Japanese women like Nordic looking men, so once we had established some kind of rapport on a teacher-student level, it was a pretty easy step to then take her out. She's also the most focused person I have ever met in my life. That's how she was able to get her doctorate despite raising a passel of kids at the time. And even with age and the stress of having six kids and the rigors of postgraduate education and teaching her seminars and dealing with students, not to mention already having a black belt by the time I met her, her looks haven't changed much at all since she was 20. She's still the same weight now she was back then. She's a remarkable woman and nobody else can touch her. I mean, the difference between Maki and the other girls I was with when I was young was like the difference between Prince Metternich and a four year old."

"Yeah daddy. I am feeling the same way with Stephanie. She's like from another planet compared to the other guys I've met. You should see the way he explains math and physics concepts to the other kids over at Mistress Lori's. Even Mistress Lori went, 'whoa!'

"So why do you think it took you so long to wake up to the fact that you were a domina, oneechan?" Rie asked. "I have no idea, Rie. It was like Stephanie just opened that door and I walked through it." "Actually, sweety,, I have a theory about that." "What's that, daddy?" "Well honey, when Haruko was in elementary school, she was kind of an ugly duckling. She even got bullied a bit about her looks. But then when she got into seventh grade, it was like somebody pushed a button and bam! she lost that puppy fat, she grew like four inches in a year, her boobs came in and her hair got even lighter and longer and before you know it, half the boys at her junior high where showing up at our door wanting to be her friend or boyfriend. The problem, though, is that I think she still didn't have enough confidence in herself to manifest her dominance. When people badly want to be popular but aren't, it often makes them rigid and conservative because they are trying too hard to be like the members of the so-called "in crowd.". And it could be that Haruko shut her kink side off in order to try to be like everybody else. But when she met Stephanie, she saw in him as kind of a fellow traveler who accepted her for what she was in a really broad sense and it made her comfortable enough to begin expressing her dominant character."

"As a contrast, look at Rie and Shiho, who have always been beautiful. They haven't felt the need to hide any part of their personalities because they were both having their asses kissed all over the place all the time. Plus it's more socially acceptable for women to be submissives rather than dominants and Rie and Shiho had plenty of socially acceptable avenues to express their need to surrender while Haruko didn't with her need to dominate. Rie and Shiho, though, quickly got  bored with the guys around them until they moved here because, in this era of pussified guys, they intuited that those boys weren't what they actually needed. Being here, though, they get the type of boys they need in their lives like Brandon and Matt." "I'm so glad we moved here, daddy. I really feel like I belong here," Rie averred.

"So how are things with Mina Robbie?" "Kick ass, dad. She's fun to be around and she's really smart. Even though I can't take her for a couple of years, she's already pretty obedient. I think she's going to be around for a while." "She's a real sweetheart Robbie. Don't be too hard on her, okay?" "Don't worry, dad. I got all kinds of advice from the other kids in the neighborhood on how to talk to her. Haruko has helped me out, too." "Good stuff, son. Tell her she is always welcome here. I want the two of you to really give it a fair shot." "Thanks dad. Having three sisters still here I think makes it comfortable for her as a girl."

After Steven did the dishes, he rejoined Haruko in her bedroom and by her order, he gave her a full body massage, including rubbing her clit to a convulsive orgasm. As she laid on her stomach on a towel on the floor after the massage, she told him to fuck her. He removed his panties and leaned his stomach over her ass and knifed his dick into her slick rut and began to thrust. With her head on a pillow and her eyes closed, his cock glided between her vaginal walls. "Oooh yeah baby. God, that feels amazing," she approved, the path of his thrusting slightly downward into her hallowed hall. He gradually built a rhythm and, as he spurred her heat upward and onward, he began to plunder her poon with his meat sword and she was protesting how good it was for her loudly before her ardor spiked right through her body's tolerance level, inducing a quivering orgasm for her and, later, a flood of semen spilling into her pussy for him.

She continued to lay there and told him to do his core exercises before they showered together and then went to sleep.

Sunday morning, she took him to Mrs. McMullen's beauty shop, where he had a manipedi and then was subjected to a full body wax. When the technician was finished with the waxing, there wasn't a single hair on his arms, torso or legs, though his skin was pretty irritated. Haruko looked him over carefully and slapped him on the ass before she let him get dressed. She took him home and had him shower and then, after he had toweled off, he stood for inspection. "I should have had you do this last September," she estimated. "Here baby, bend over the bed and show me your pussy." She then reamed his ass with her strap on, getting him to declare loudly that he loved taking her cock and having his ass reddened by a dozen or so hard slaps before he spurted a ropey load into her bedspread. He was subsequently ordered to eat her and he also fingered her, bringing her to nearly a dozen orgasms. "Oh fuck, I'm so relaxed now," she said. She dismissed Steven for the day and sparred with Rie, Maki and Robbie.

Monday night, both Haruko's and Steven's lives would begin to change remarkably. At 8 p.m., Haruko received a phone call. It wasn't from anyone she had a preset ringtone for, so she had no idea who it was. "Hello?" "Hi Mistress Haruko. It's Arlene Stevenson. How are you tonight?" "Oh Hi Arlene! I'm doing great sweety! How are you?" "Really good!" "So what's up?" "Mistress Haruko, my daddy wants you and Steven to come to our house right now if you can. He has some things he wants to talk to you guys about." "Wow Arlene, can you give me a hint what this is about?" "I could Mistress Haruko, but then my dad would have me killed *giggle." "Okay sweety, we'll be over in about ten minutes." "That's  great Mistress Haruko. I'll tell daddy." "Okay Arlene. See ya in a bit." "Bye!"

"Stephanie, we're going over to the Stevensons. So go check yourself in the mirror to make sure you're looking decent and fix your makeup if you need to." "Yes Mistress." They got themselves ready and a few minutes later, they were at the Stevensons' doorstep. Mr. Stevenson answered the door. "Hi kids! Mistress Haruko, sorry to bother you so suddenly." "Not a problem Master Rich. I have to say I'm intrigued by the sudden phone call." "Well, let's go upstairs to my office and I'll let you know what's what." "They went up to Rich's plushly appointed office and had a seat on leather chairs on the other side of his desk. "Mistress Haruko, may I address your property?" "Yes you may Master Rich." "Okay, so here is what this is about. Arlene has a sharp eye for good people and is usually pretty adept at sorting the wheat from the chaff. Last month, she came to me and asked me to talk to Stephanie. I was very busy at the time and kinda put it off, but over the weekend, she came to me again after Stephanie helped her with a school project." "Oh yeah, I remember them talking about that at lunch," Haruko recalled." "And I have to say Mistress Haruko, I was incredibly impressed with the way he conceptualized the project and then told her how she could logistically go about completing it. It played to Arlene's organizational strengths, too, so it will impress her teacher and yet won't overwhelm her. Then Arlene told me about how he had done this for other kids and then the stuff he did at Mrs. Westfield's house. Then she told me that he was probably headed back east for college and that kinda put a more urgent shade on this, so that is why we're all here tonight."

"So here's the deal: tomorrow, Stephanie, I want you to take the day off school and come to my company's building and talk to you further about some things we're working on. Can I get your permission from you Mistress Haruko to allow that?" "Yes you may Master Rich." "I'm also thinking about having him intern with us over the summer, but I'm not going to make a firm commitment on that until I have a chance to discuss things with him a little further."

"By the way, Stephanie, what does your dad do? I'm curious about the guy who raised you." "Master Rich, my dad works for a job shop that does a lot of defense related work. He programs and runs the computers that produce a lot of the shops products." "I'll tell you what, Stephanie. Bring your dad, too. In fact, let me call him. What's your number?"

Steven told him. Rich punched the number. "Hello?" "Hi Mr. Morris, This is Rich Stevenson from Stevenson Avionics. How are you tonight Sir? Steven's father Tim's knees just about buckled. "Why is a big deal like Richard Stevenson calling me? Is this a prank?" he thought to himself. "I'm doing okay. But I'm kind of surprised to be getting a call from you." "Yeah, sorry about disturbing the peace and quiet of your household there. Anyway, I got your boy in front of me right now and I'm going to bring him in tomorrow to hang out for a while at my company and I want you to come with him." "May I ask what this is about?" "Mr. Morris, for now, let's call that proprietary information. So can I count on you guys to be there at 8 a.m. sharp?" "Well, I'll have to take the day off of work, but we'll be there," he promised. "Outstanding! See you then!" "Thanks Mr. Stevenson."

'So Steven, what universities are you looking at?" "MIT, Harvard, UC Berkeley, Cal Tech and Mrs. Westfield has offered to write a letter of recommendation if I decide to apply to Princeton, too." "Yeah, both her and Jake are Princeton alumni and Lisa and Marshall are there now. I'm a Stanford guy myself and my wife went to Berkeley.. I met her in line at a concession stand at a Stanford-Cal football game. Total love at first sight and we married after we finished our degrees before I went to grad school." "Oh, so you're Doctor Stevenson?" "Nah. Just a  Masters in electrical engineering." "Nice!"

The next morning, Steven and his father Reed, who was dressed in a suit for the first time since he had been married, were going through the doors at Rich's firm feeling like burglars, they felt that out of place. They told the receptionist who they were and were told to have a seat. About two minutes later, a man approached. "Hi Mr. Morris. This is Steven, right? My name is Strom Willis and I'm Rich Stevenson's assistant. Please come with me." They followed the man in the charcoal gray suit and were ushered into a conference room on the top floor. Rich Stevenson walked in  shortly after. "Hi Mr. Morris. Nice to see you again Steven! "Hi Mr. Stevenson," Reed said as they all shook hands. They sat down and then explained to the elder Morris why they were there that morning. Then Mr. Stevenson pulled a piece of equipment out of his brief case. "Okay Steven, this is one of our best selling products. Let's see what you can do with this. We already undid the screws so that you can access the works." With that, Mr. Stevenson turned on his heels and went back to the rest of his duties.

Steven took it apart and he and his dad examined it. The ideas began to flow in the back of Steven's head and his dad began to fill him in on the production challenges of some of those ideas and the practical implications for implementation. This went on for a couple of hours. Mr. Stevenson returned. "So what do you have for me boys?" Steven began laying out his thoughts as to how the device could be improved and his dad discussed the retooling and production costs. "Holy fucking shit!" Mr. Stevenson blurted. "Why didn't we think of that? Oh my God, we're going to be able to buy Lockheed after this!" Mr. Stevenson got on a phone in the office, opened it to the public address. "Ladies and gentlemen, we got ourselves a convoy!" That phrase was a code word for everybody to drop what they are doing right at that moment, "even if you're in the middle of a piss," as Rich once cracked, and hotfoot it up to the penthouse conference room. The phrase arose after one of the department heads, now retired, saw people streaming into that room one day and it reminded him of the old 70's hit. 

Everyone sat down. Also there was the company's CEO and Rich's brother Philip. Philip was a great schmoozer and so was put in front of the company's machinery for sake of press and promotion opportunities and relating to the board of directors, but the actual day to day business was managed by the more rough hewn and somewhat cut throat Rich. The executives looked at the piece of dismantled equipment that was in front of Steven and Reed. "Ladies and gentlemen, what you are seeing today is an example of genius at work," he began and then after finishing his opening remarks, turned the floor over to Steven and Reed. When their presentation was finished, everybody was high fiving each other and the energy in the room was palpable. Mr. Stevenson spoke again. "Okay Cyril, it's your responsibility to shepherd this thing through production and marketing. Of course, I will be expecting the utmost secrecy. I will personally put a bullet in the head of anyone who leaks any information about this. You aren't to discuss it with anyone, be it your wife, your pastor or God. Do you understand?" he asked, with fire and brimstone burning in his eyes. They all answered affirmatively. "Okay, get to work on this NOW!"

"Steven, Mr. Morris, please come to my office." Rich commanded. They followed behind him and everyone sat down. He got on the phone. "Annette darling, please get legal up here. "Yes Mr. Stevenson." "You're the greatest, babe." Two of the company's lawyers walked in. "Steven, I could be a total asshole since we had no pre-existing contract I could have just left you without compensation for your ideas. However, you will get a 5% royalty on the wholesale price of each unit sold. That's pretty standard. You good with that?" "I'm definitely good with that," Reed replied. With the stroke of a pen, the financial worries of both of the Morrises were effectively over. 

"Okay, now we need to talk about your future, Steven. Yours, too, Mr. Morris." "Mr. Stevenson, please call me Reed. I'm not a formalities kind of guy." "Me neither Reed. The name's Rich." "Okay, first you, Steven. I will pay both you and your father $100,000 a year to consult for my company plus you will get royalties on any products or discoveries you come up with." "Mr. Stevenson, I really need to finish college first." "Steven, you can go to college for as long as you want. But I need to keep you away from any other company once you finish your education. That is why I am effectively willing to pay you to go to college, Steven, and do some consulting work for us on the side. I'm sure Haruko would be pleased  by this arrangement," he said. Wry smiles broke out on the faces of Steven and Rich. "Okay Mr. Stevenson, here is what I'll do: give me a $1 million signing bonus plus the $100,000 salary for both my dad and me. Once I graduate, I get $500,000 a year or a salary congruent with my position in the company, whichever is more. You can keep paying my dad the hundred grand plus cost of living increases and a retirement package that would include $50,000 a year for the remainder of his life." Also, I need letters of recommendation. Not only will you write one for me and one for Haruko, but I assume your company also contributes money to to various causes and universities. I want letters of recommendation from the people who run those entities."

"Steven, you have me by the balls, son. You got yourself a deal." "They all shook on it and the lawyers drew up the agreement, which was signed at the end of the week. When Steven told Haruko about it, she screamed and jumped up and down. Mr. Soramino was pleased, too, because his company was going to to a lot of the manufacturing work for the new design features that Steven proposed. Tuesday, after Mr. Soramino had concluded the new contract with Stevenson Avionics the previous day, Arisa gave Steven and Haruko big hugs and thanked him for helping to make the new contract possible while Takashi gave him a fist bump.

With the bonus check from Mr. Stevenson's company, Steven went down to a jewelry store and bought Haruko an engagement ring. He then told everybody he was going to pop the question to her at the party after Arisa's swim meet. Of course, the denizens of the community all already knew that he was going to be collared that day, so this was not an event to be missed. He also paid off his parents mortgage.