Now that Steven wasn't financially reliant on his parents anymore, he and Haruko decided he would move in with her family. That way, he could serve her 24/7 until he went to college and he would be away from his parents, who wouldn't approve of his attempts to look and act like a girl. He put off moving in with her until the day after the swim meet, ostensibly so he would have a chance to get rid of the effects he wouldn't need anymore and to give Haruko a chance to decide how she was going to accommodate him being there and the things he would need to have, including his guitars, pedal board, amps and books.

On Valentine's Day, he brought in a masseuse to give her a professional massage and took her to a very high priced restaurant. He then said he was taking her shopping the next day, where she had a good old time picking up some new stylish duds and shoes. She really liked the effort he was putting out to pamper her. Also, the core exercises and running had really flattened his stomach and made his legs look less bulky. He still needed to grow his hair out some more, but he was becoming more believable as a female by the day. She had him fuck her, which capped off a perfect couple of days for both of them.

However, that party was broken up by his having to take his SAT's that weekend. Steven scored a 1470. "These things are such a scam," he complained, "but schools still seem impressed by them, so we gotta take 'em, I guess.". The recommendation letters he had asked to be written for both him and Haruko were beginning to come in, too, and the names on those letters were pretty impressive. It was actually a little bit of a sad process for Haruko because it was likely that they were going to be separated for long stretches of time unless he got into Cal Tech, a very exclusive school where even someone with Steven's gifts didn't know if he was going to be admitted. She still had a whole year of high school left, too, and the thought of enduring that bullshit without him made her nervous. She resolved to try to enjoy every moment with him and held him tighter when they were in bed together and hugged and kissed him more when they were outside.

Two weeks later, it was March 6th. Alan Perlis chartered a bus since so many people wanted to go see Arisa swim and they headed off to Mission Viejo. Arisa, who would be swimming the 400 meter freestyle and 200 meter butterfly, was fully jacked that the entire neighborhood was making this into a celebratory event. As she stood on the platform for her lane, everybody's stomach was in a knot hoping Arisa would do well. Cecil was fidgeting like mad. Finally, she stood on the platform and then the report of the gun. This was only a qualifying race, though, so God only knew what kind of state Cecil was going to be in if Arisa made it to the final. She finished first in her heat for the butterfly, much to everyone's relief. Rhe qualifier for the freestyle was an hour later and, again to everyone's relief, she finished first in that heat. Arisa really didn't want to let anyone down and there was another heat to come before the final. She barely finished in the top three to move on to the 200 meter butterfly final, as the fatigue was beginning to set in. She also survived the final heat for the 400 meter freestyle and now they had to wait another two hours before the final in the butterfly. 

With her Master as well as the rest of the neighborhood there, Arisa so wanted to impress them and make them happy. Making people happy is what she liked to do. The two hours seemed to only drip by, but finally, the 200 butterfly title for the meet was now up for grabs. Arisa mounted the platform in lane six. The starter's gun fired and off she went, fighting the turbulence that occurs in the wings of the pool. After the first 100 meters, she was even with the leaders  and at 150 meters she was second, but ahead of the third place swimmer by a head. Now it was time to turn and burn for home. She reached down for everything she had, but lost by half a body, finishing second by a couple of hundredths over the third place contestant.

Now she was going to have to find some reserve of energy and keep her muscles warm to swim nearly a quarter of a mile within an hour. The minutes ticked by and everybody was giddy as they talked trying to somehow work off their nervous energy with their mouths. This was Arisa's best event and it was just dive into the pool and then swim like a bat out of hell. The final for the 100 meter backstroke finished and now it was Arisa's turn to try to grab some temporary supremacy. Her long black hair tucked under her cap and her swimsuit hugging her tapered body like a second skin, she stood atop the platform with the South Marlin Circle contingent chanting her name. The starter's gun echoed in the concrete arena as Arisa sliced into the water like a human torpedo and after 100 meters she had a shoulder length lead and then widened that in the second hundred meters to half a body. When she did the flip turn for the bell lap, she was up by a full body length. However, she began to fade as the other swimmers found their second wind and her lead was just about gone when they hit the final ten meters. She desperately fought to hang on and and won by two one-hundredths of a second. Arisa's mom was crying and Cecil was yelling, "yes! yes!" at the top of his lungs while her fellow neighborhood inhabitants hugged each other.

Half an hour later, Arisa emerged out of the locker room after drying her hair and changing into her street clothes with her medals around her neck and was swallowed up by hugs from her friends. "I'm sorry I didn't win the butterfly Master," she told Cecil. "Me lady, your valiant effort proved a tremendous example to one and all." Cecil put her on  his shoulders as they made their way to the bus. "I'll give you a nice massage after the party my darling," Cecil told her. "God Master, you're so kind to me." "A woman of your quality deserves a good pampering on occasion,"  he rejoindered.

When they returned home, Mr. and Mrs. Westfield and the caterers were busy finalizing everything. When they got off the bus, Haruko and Steven headed back to her house. He raised his hand. She ignored it. The plan was for Haruko to get Steven ready and take her time with it so that Arisa could have some attention whore time from the neighborhood and then they would walk in for the collaring ceremony. Haruko had him put on a white sundress with white stockings, white pumps plus a lacy white bra and panty set. She meticulously watched him do his makeup and brushed his curly hair, which was now down past his shoulders. She attired herself in a black leather dress, black thigh high stockings, a black corset and red platform shoes. When the time was right and she had already phoned ahead to warn everybody they were coming, they began the short walk to the Soramino's house, where the party was being held. When they walked in, everybody was sitting on the living room floor and Alan Perlis was standing in front of a makeshift altar.

"All will rise," Alan announced as Haruko brought Steven directly in front of him and told her slave to kneel. "Steven Charles Morris, you have been summoned before the board and general membership of the South Marlin Circle Bondage Club tonight to mark your lifetime enslavement to your Mistress, Haruko Wendy Eklund. Mistress Haruko, you will inform the membership of your rationale for honoring Steven with your collar."

"President Perlis and ladies and gentlemen of the South Marlin Circle Bondage Club, honorary members and esteemed guests: Last September,  I was blessed by the entrance into my life of this man, Steven Charles Morris, who has made me realize so much about myself and opened an entirely new chapter of my life. In faithfully serving me, he has tolerated, no, actively celebrated, the capricious whims of his Mistress and taken great joy in ensuring her happiness. Therefore, should the board so indulge me, I bestow unto you Steven Charles Morris this collar as a sign of your permanent servitude to me. I also pledge to care for and protect you. Do you accept my collar  and submit yourself under my hand for as long as you shall live?" "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." She took the collar she had left with Alan off the altar and placed it around Steven's neck, closing the clasp to symbolically finalize her hold over him. "Master Alan, does the board and the membership approve of my taking forever this slave?"

"All those who approve say yes," Alan pronounced. Everyone raised their hands. "Mistress Haruko, on behalf of all of our great membership your motion is carried unanimously and Steven Charles Morris is now your bonded and collared slave. The board sincerely hopes that he will carry his duties out with dignity and a glad heart and warns his Mistress that she will also display the necessary dignity and self control as well as judiciously care for his property lest she lose her right to leadership. Do you understand Steven?" "Yes Master Alan. Thank you Master Alan." "Mistress Haruko, do you understand your responsibilities in having this life so granted to you?" "Yes Master Alan. Thank you Master Alan. Thank you everyone."

"Now Mistress Haruko, Steven has some words to say to you and he may rise to make his remarks." Haruko, who had thought that the ceremony was already over, was nonplussed at this. "Thank you Master Alan." Alan backpalmed something to Steven so that Haruko couldn't see what it was. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mistress Haruko has not only ended what was largely a solitary life for me, but she has also cultivated a part of my character I had kept suppressed over the years and it has resulted in greater happiness and peace for me. She has been nothing but supportive of me and her combination of overwhelming beauty and her generous love has brought me to you today to ask this question." With that, Steven revealed the box containing the ring from behind his back out and dropped to one knee. "Mistress Haruko, will you do me the great honor of marrying me?"  She squealed and started crying. "Yes Steven, I will! Thank you so much!" she uttered through the tears and he slipped the bauble on to her lefthand ring finger. All the women in the crowd, who had experienced a wide variety of emotions during the day, just lost it.

"Okay everyone, Alan intoned," the buffet is open!" The first impulse, though, was to mob Steven and Haruko. When Arisa got to her, Haruko began crying again, telling her how great she was at her swim meet, which caused Arisa to begin tearing up once more since she had said that to her at what became Haruko's engagement party and Steven's collaring ceremony.

When they were back at Haruko's, they both got naked and laid in bed. "So were you surprised by the collaring ceremony?" she wanted to know. "It totally blindsided me Mistress. I didn't know what it was even after seeing the altar. I thought it was part of Arisa's house. But it felt so amazing to commit myself to you like that. This collar reminds me of you in a very real way every minute I have it on," he posited. "So was Mistress surprised by my proposal?" "Did you see the way I reacted? I felt like I had gotten a crowbar over the head, I was that stunned. But it felt so good to know you want me that much. It is one thing to talk about it and another thing to make the actual commitment."

"So what do you want to do about the marriage Mistress? We're already pretty much financially secure, but we both also need to go through college, too." "Yeah, I definitely want to experience college, too, and I would really like to see you get your Phd because if you don't you will always feel like your life was somehow incomplete." "Well, if I get into Cal Tech, we can find an apartment in between there and UCLA and live together. Until you graduate high school, though, I'll just commute to there from here." "God, that's going to be brutal Stephanie." "Well, it's annoying, but then again, there are a lot of people who deal with a lot worse on a daily basis, so I'll just have to cope with it and get through it the best I can." "God, I'm going to miss not having you there with me at school." "Yeah, I'll feel weird not serving you most of the day. But please be patient. Who knows, if I really stumble on to something I might be a millionaire before I'm 30 and we can spend the rest of our lives just raising our kids together and enjoying life. By the way, do you want to stay in this neighborhood?" "Yeah, I think that would be best. I like the values of the people here and the support the kids and the families give each other. I hope that can continue." "I agree. I know a lot of the other girls want to raise their families here and that's reassuring." "That's great. It's been a pretty memorable last six months, hasn't it?" "Oh God, that's an understatement!"

Steven climbed on top of her with no prompting and slipped his cock into her. He looked down on her and kissed her softly. "I didn't say you could do that, Stephanie," she smiled. "That's true, but it's what you wanted, isn't it?" "Yeah." she giggled. He held her with his dick buried deep inside her love chamber and stroked her face tenderly. They exchanged kisses for the next few minutes as his cock was lodged between her soft, wet walls. He pulled out of her and began lapping at her pussy and, over the ensuing hour, provoked her clit to spasm its orgasms through her a dozen times. When his jaw became sore, he climbed back on top of her and reinserted his cock. "God, I can hardly wait for when I can impregnate you, Mistress. That will be such a glorious occasion," he dreamed. "God, I want that so much right now. The thought makes me so hot." "You're going to be absolutely beautiful pregnant." "Yeah, I just hope it doesn't turn me into a huge bitch and drive you away." "Well, it's my job to accommodate you and I signed up for it willingly, so I'll just have to deal with it because I know it will be the hormonal changes talking and not you yourself."

"About tomorrow," she said, changing the subject. We're going to go to Ms. McMullen's and then you're going to start moving in, right?" "Yes Mistress. The thought of spending every night with you makes me so happy, you have no idea." "I feel the same way, Stephanie. To have you hold me every night and to be able to smooch you anytime, God, life is good." "Yes Mistress, but let's not ever take it for granted. We'll just take it one day by one day and love each other like tomorrow an asteroid will hit the earth." "They say that the marriages that last the longest are those in which the man does what the woman wants, so you've got a head start on that," Haruko giggled. "No use fighting reality," he chuckled.