Tuesday, Steven awoke after sleeping all night on his stomach following the hard paddling he took from Haruko and his ass was still sore. Even with boxers between his butt and his jeans, it still scraped enough to sting like hell. The walk to school was torture and then he had to sit in those hard wooden or plastic chairs all day long. It definitely drove home the point that he didn't want to cross his Mistress. At lunch, he ate standing up and so had at least some kind of respite from a day long festival of pain. On the way home, he was looking forward into getting into a nice comfortable skirt.

When he and Haruko went to Mrs. Westfield's to do their homework, she wouldn't allow him to do anything other than sit on his haunches with his shoulders straight, so he was really hurting after having his ass rubbed by his skivvies and trousers for nearly two miles. When they finally got back to Haruko's, she iced his butt again and gave him a couple of Tylenol to help with the pain, too, though the latter did almost nothing to make his posterior feel better.

So Haruko allowed him to lay naked on his stomach until dinner time, when he had to put some panties on in order to eat and where, again, he was compelled to sit up straight with all of his weight on his ass. Haruko, though, felt bad for exerting the pain he was experiencing on him because he hadn't done anything to deserve it. She had honestly just wanted to give him a taste of her paddle because it got her off. That was technically a rules violation. But then again, she had never really disciplined him heavily before, so she figured she was due a mulligan and could indeed rationalize it as providing a warning to him.

Nevertheless, he had him stand up as her father came into the room. "Boy, Haruko, you really went to town on him last night. "Yeah, I did daddy and I'm kind of sorry for it, but I had never really punished him for anything before and I felt he needed a pre-emptive warning of what could be possible if he defied me." "You know that the association tends to frown on that, Haruko, so let's not do that again, okay?" "Okay daddy. I won't."

"Okay kitten, I think I said we were going to hogtie him tonight, right?" "Yes daddy." "Steven, lay on your stomach on the bed, please." "Yes Master Erik." Erik took his time demonstrating how it was done for his daughter, who then tried her hand at it. "Now Haruko, you can also tie his collar to that ankle wrap to keep his head up. So try that." She picked that up quickly since it wasn't that much different from the simple ties she was shown the night before.

Erik then told Steven to put his breasts on. He did so and once the adhesive had taken effect, Erik began showing Haruko a couple of different breast harnesses, one rather simple, the other complex. "On him, this is more of an aesthetic effect, Haruko. Pure art. If you really want to harness him, though, you will have to do it to him with his normal body. Then you can use different combinations to suspend him if you get into that sort of thing. At this point, I want you to wait a while until you really know what you're doing before you try suspensions. In fact Haruko, I want you to call me everytime you tie Steven up for the next couple of months at least." "Okay daddy." "Now let me show you the harnesses...." Haruko got the simple one in no time, but the more complex one she was having trouble remembering. "Yeah, this usually takes some time to fully get into your brain," Erik sympathized. "By the way, Haruko, you can also have him wear this under his clothing. Tomorrow I'll show you a body harness and we'll work on this breast harness again." "Thanks daddy." Anything for you pumpkin." 

Fortunately, his ass felt a lot better the next morning, but Haruko had some fun grabbing it on the way to school and slapping it every now and again during lunch. After school, he continued to be a mannequin for her to learn her rope and restraint skills on, as her father continued to walk her through various ways to immobilize people.

After she would finish these restraint sessions, Haruko and her siblings, and sometimes even her parents, would often go out into the backyard and spar with each other while he watched raptly on the sidelines in various feminine outfits, further underlining how weak he was compared to her, Rie, Shiho and Maki. Not to mention that watching these beautiful women spinning, kicking, ducking and blocking were performing  something like a ballet in scientific brutality that emphasized how graceful and aesthetically spellbinding  these women were. That someone as exquisite as Haruko would allow him to fuck her seemed little short of a miracle to him after watching these practice sessions.

May went into the history books and June was up next. Haruko was holding on to Steven even tighter while they walked to school since only a little over two weeks remained in the schedule and she became very clingy during lunch, too. "Jesus, why does this incredible girl like me that much?" he questioned, still reflexively more used to rejection than one of the school's hottest chicks regularly accepting his cock even nine months into their relationship. But the more he submitted to her the more profoundly intimate their relationship seemed to her and that is what any rational woman wants, a deep emotional connection.

The final weeks of the spring term passed surprisingly quickly for him even though he couldn't wait to get out. As he had stated before, he didn't show up for his own graduation. He was there, though, sitting with the other members of the neighborhood to support the other members who were also graduating. A post ceremony party was thrown for the soon to be collegians and Steven was there, but not before he had changed into a cocktail dress and heels as well as his fake boobs and pussy when he and Haruko got home. He and Haruko then took a two week trip to Europe and had a great old time.

Two days after they returned home, Aaron Perlis, who was back from college, and Jeff were hanging out on the front lawn of their house with Andrea and Yumi. More of the kids began to gather. Haruko and Steven were on the way back after they and her sisters and their masters had been throwing a frisbee around at the local park.

Suddenly, after finding out that Donny Rosedahl had just graduated with a degree in chemical engineering, Steven began to get a weird look on his face. "Are you okay sweety?" Haruko asked. "Yeah," he answered curtly. "So Donny, tell me what the process of burning jet fuel is," Steven challenged. "Why do you want to know THAT?" Donny questioned. "Just humor me, dude. Don't worry, there aren't any lulz at your expense coming, but I have an idea and want to see if it's workable. "Okay, man, here it is," and Donny went into a long explanation of the chemical processes of the components of jet fuel. "That's exactly what I thought," Steven replied. "Donny, I need you to come home with me and right now!" "Why?" Donny wondered. "Donny, when Steven gets like this you don't want to say no to him. Just go. Yoriko, you're welcome at my house, sweety, Haruko advocated." "Okay, dude, let's go," Donny agreed.

Once they got to Haruko's house, they camped out at the dining room table. Steven had fetched his laptop and had it open and was typing some notes. "Okay Donny, tell me if I'm nuts here...." and Steven went into this spiel about how he could get the U.S. Air Force and the airline industry off of oil and have their planes run on more ecologically sustainable and environmentally cleaner synthetic fuels, some of which would be extracted from plants. "Steven, that's some of the craziest shit I have ever heard in my life, but I have to admit that, at least on paper, it looks workable," he said. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up at the implications of what Steven was proposing. "Let me call my dad and see if he can gives us any information about this." Steven dialed his dad's phone. "Hello Steven. How you doin'?" "Hi dad. I'm doing good." He explained what he had in mind. "Sorry my boy, but that's a little beyond my expertise. I mean, I can tell you how to build a jet, but as far as what you're talking about, I can't really help you." "Okay dad, thanks anyway." "Take care, son."

"So Donny, do you know anyone with some aeronautical knowledge?" "Yeah. This guy Clyde I went to school with. Total airplane nerd. He has his own license to fly small planes but he majored in chemistry because he had a ball with a chemistry set when he was a kid." "Can you get him on the phone for me?" "No, I don't have his phone number. But I do know his Facebook. So let me email him and we can have him get back to us." "Excellent  So we understand the basic idea now Donny. Let's think this over. When Clyde gets back to you, have him call me so I can make arrangements to fly him out here." "You have the money to do that, Steven?" "Yeah. I got well paid for another project and have the money to spend, so it's no big deal." Sweet, dude! Clyde's from Georgia and fucking hates it."

Later that night, Steven's cellphone rang. "Hello? "Hi, is this Steven?" "Yes it is." "Hi Steven this is Clyde Norton. Donny Rosedahl told me to call you about a new project you want to bring me in on?" "Hey Clyde, great that you called. I can't give the specific details of the project right now, but you'll definitely find it worthwhile. "Like how worthwhile?" "Like possibly nine figures worthwhile." "Wow, that's a lot of worthwhile Steven!" "Listen, give me your information and I'll have a ticket sent to you and I'll put you up at the Holiday Inn near my house. All meals will be at my place, so you won't be putting out penny one here. "That's good because I don't have a job yet. I was thinking about moving to Huntsville to look for work." "Yeah, dude, you need to put that off for a while. Once we get this done, we're going to present it to a defense contractor I consult for." "Cool, dude."

Three days later, Steven, Clyde and Donny were at the Eklund dining room table. "Well listen Steven, we're going to have to do something about the increased heat vectors the burning of this fuel is going to entail. This is hotter than rocket engines." Steven then got another one of those blank looks on his face. When Donny tried to interject, Steven put his hand up as if to say, "shut up, I'm thinking here." Finally, he spoke. "Okay guys, this won't be a big issue. We can just construct a new shroud for that and here is how we do it." "Fuck yeah Steven, shit, how do you think this shit up,  man?" Clyde said. "You got me, dude." "Dude, plus we sell the shroud as a separate deal and that means even more money." "You bet your ass, Clyde," Donny agreed. "Plus the new fuel processor we just designed adds to that," Donny enthused. "Now since we're talking about a 40% increase in thrust here, what are the implications for metal fatigue?" "For airliners, I think that still has yet to be determined. For fighters and bombers, I don't see it as a big deal," Clyde propounded. "At worst, they would just move more to carbon fiber bodies for fighters, which is probably a direction they were going to move in anyway." "Okay, so let's meet here again tomorrow and we'll finalize everything and then we'll put the presentation together and be ready for next Monday." "Sounds like a plan." "Dude, I hope we can get a deal with this thing. It's a bitch being a liberal atheist in Georgia. Fuck, I would love to be able to move out here. The weather's better, too." "Don't get too far ahead of yourself there, Clyde. Concentrate on what's in front of you now and worry about the lifestyle issues later." "Thanks Steven. I can't believe that I got a shot at this just out of the blue. I so want to make it work." "Good, dude. Listen, as smart as some people say I am, I still  have a lot of blind spots and so do you. So just remember how we complemented each other and how we need each other before we start getting gigantic egos, okay?" "Yeah man, I'll try not to get carried away here," Clyde conceded.

Monday, Steven was back in Mr. Stevenson's office along with his new cohorts. "So what do you have for me now Steven?" he asked. By the end of Steven's presentation, Mr. Stevenson's jaw was on the floor. "Holy shit, Steven, I gotta hand it to you and your buddies here, you've done it again. Donny, Clyde, you two are about to be very rich men, as is Steven, obviously.. But let's find out how wealthy. What's your offer, kids?" "Mr. Stevenson, we recognize that for the shroud and the fuel processor, it's going to take a lot of muscle to get those into jet engines and into airplanes and convince Congress to buy planes with them in it. And that is before you figure everything that goes into manufacturing them. So we're willing to go 50-50 with you on that. "Okay, what about the processing technology?" "We will cut you in 25% on that or for all three 40% combined." ":Sorry boys, but the front end costs I'm going to incur here, especially for the testing of this stuff, the palms I'm going to have to grease, the lobbying, the marketing of this to people that are, in effect, our competitors, is going to be well over $100 million, if not more.  If I'm going to take that big a risk I want a big reward for it. So 50-50 or you can fuck me in the ass and take a meeting with Lockheed and see if they'll agree to what you're talking about at those percentages, which they won't. Listen Steven, I've been pretty generous with you because you're one of my boys. But this is a business. So as I said before, 50-50 or we have nothing more to talk about."

"Okay Mr. Stevenson, here is what I will do: 50-50, but you have to bring Clyde and Donny on here as consultants and pay them what you do my dad with full medical for a minimum seven year deal." "I'll do better than that, Steven. I'll bring them aboard in our R&D division, especially since Donny, you're another one of my boys, and see what they can do. If we feel we need to lay them off, and you know how much I hate layoffs, I will still give them the deal you're talking about." "If that includes a temporary housing allowance for six months for Clyde and paying his moving costs, we have a deal, Mr. Stevenson." "Not a problem, Steven." "Great. We'll have our attorney contact you in the coming days and get all the paperwork cleared. Oh, and I would like you to get Clyde and Donny top secret security clearances, too." "We were already going to do that, so no biggie there Steven." "Great Mr. Stevenson." "Clyde, Donny, I'll need you to go down to HR and they'll get you squared away." "Thanks Mr. Stevenson!" said both Clyde and Donny.

By "one of my boys," Mr. Stevenson meant a member of the neighborhood. Afterward, they met for lunch at Haruko's place. "Damn Steven, Yoriko is going to be thrilled with this. She just got a job as a waitress to have some money come in while she looks for something better. Now we can get married." "Congratulations, Donny. I don't really know your girlfriend, but I'm really glad for you." "You know Keiko and Aya, right?" Yeah. "She's their oldest sister." "Oh great! If she's anything like those two she's killer!" Steven bubbled. "Yeah, she's pretty amazing. She's like a walking piece of art."

Two days later, Donny was over at the Yamanori residence. "Yoriko, I want you to quit your job. "Why Master?" He pulled a jewel box out of his pocket. "Yoriko, will you marry me?" The normally ultra dignified 21 year old lost it. "Oh God Master, yes!" she cried  Donny then filled her in, in very general terms, about the project they had just sold to Mr. Stevenson's company as well as his new job. Since they had already been going out for a long time, they got married a mere three months later. She immediately went off the pill and, two months hence, after they moved to a nearby town and rented a house, she was pregnant with their first child. Donny pledged that they would move back to the neighborhood as soon as they could financially handle it, which is why they chose to rent after moving out of their parents' home.

"That's so great what you did for Donny and Yoriko, Stephanie," Haruko said, as they kicked back in the backyard the day after Donny got engaged to his soon to be wife. "I don't know about that, Mistress. Donny has to go into work everyday while I get paid for sitting on my ass and thinking. Also, without the help of Donny and Clyde, and maybe they should be robbing banks with those names, (chuckle), there isn't a hope in hell I would have been able to pull my ideas together. I just hope the whole thing doesn't go kablooey in the testing stage because I would hate to let them down." "Well, when was the last time you ever failed on a project?" "Yeah sweety, but that was high school and then I had a little bit of beginner's luck in the real world. We'll just have to wait and see if that continues." "Well, at least you helped get Clyde out of Georgia, He was miserable there." "Yeah. I'm sure he's in shock, though, how expensive it is to live in this state. What you would pay for a crack house in L.A. you could have a palace in the Georgia suburbs." "Yeah, but on the other hand, who the hell wants to live in Georgia?" "Good point."

"By the way, Stephanie, we're going over to Mistress Lori's house today. Her daughter Mistress Lisa and sissyboi are home from college and I thought we would go see if they have any pointers for us." "Yes Mistress." Steven was attired in a brown mid thigh length one piece scooped neck skirt, nude pantyhose and black heels. Even though it was midday, Haruko marched Steven/Stephanie, complete with handbag, down the block to South Marlin Circle and to Mistress Lisa's home. Mrs. Westfield answered the door and let them in. Mistress Lisa was sitting on the livingroom couch with sissyboi, who was clad in in a Catholic school girls uniform of blue plaid knee length skirt, white blouse, white knee socks and blue tennis shoes and kneeling on the floor in front of his Mistress. "Hi Mistress Lisa!" "Hi Mistress Haruko! It's nice to meet you. Mother has told me so much about you two. Lisa got up from the couch as Steven kneeled on the floor. Lisa was wearing four inch heels and thus stood at six feet even while looking down on Steven. "You're property is rather nice looking Mistress Haruko! How tall is she?" "5'9" Mistress Lisa." "Can you have him model that dress for me please?" Haruko told Steven to do as Lisa desired and he stood up and did a little pirouette. "Boy Mistress Haruko, he's a nice little piece. How big is her clit?" "About eight inches Mistress Lisa." "Eight inches? Geez, how come you don't have one of those sissyboi? I hardly feel anything when you enter me," Mistress Lisa complained. "Have you popped his cherry?" Lisa asked. "Yes I have. She loves getting rammed by my strap on now," Haruko bragged. "Do you have her locked up?" Lisa wondered. "You mean in a chastity belt? No. It's not necessary. She's very obedient, quiet, loves to please me and doesn't masturbate, so denial isn't necessary." "How often do you take her out en femme?" "Occasionally." "Do you cuckold him?" "No. That's a hard limit for her." "With an eight inch cock you probably don't need another man anyway. With sissyboi here being so inadequate, I admit I bring in some outside help sometimes to get a little satisfaction."

"So Mistress Lisa, are you and sissyboi talking about marriage?" "Yeah. He's so pathetically desperate for female attention that he'll let me work him to death and give me all the money he makes. I mean, look at how short he is: 5'5" inches and his dick is maybe four inches hard. He's also more girly than either of us. I first dressed him up in women's clothes when I was ten. Even then he wanted me to rule him. How often do you let Stephanie cum?" "It varies. Some weeks we do it every day, other weeks maybe twice." "Wow, you're very tolerant, Mistress Haruko. I have zero to look forward to sexually, so he is lucky if I let him jack off once a month!" "How is Stephanie in bed?" "Oh, she's really good. She would lick me all day long if her jaw didn't get sore. And she gives great foot massages." "Jesus, this is like Goofus and Gallant here and I got Goofus," she sternly scolded sissyboi. "Fuck, aren't you laying the humiliation a little heavy?" Steven thought to himself.

"Is he bringing home any money for you Mistress Haruko?" "Yeah, about $100,000 a year so far." "Really? At his age? You hear that you little loser? He's 18 and collecting six figures. Why can't you do that?" Lisa whined to sissyboi, who apologized. "Would you mind Mistress Lisa if my property speaks to your property?" "No, go ahead. Not that sissyboi ever has anything interesting to say." "Stephanie, make friends with sissyboi," Haruko ordered. "Hi sissyboi, I'm Stephanie, how are you?" "Hi Stephanie. It's nice to meet you. I love your dress. Where did you get it?" "Mistress buys all my clothes sissyboi, so I have no idea. That's a cute little outfit you have on." "Thanks. Mistress just took me for a walk to the local park in it." "Yeah, Stephanie, you should have seen all the laughing and pointing. It was hilarious!" Lisa noted derisively. "May I see your property's clit Mistress Haruko?" "Yes you may, Mistress Lisa. Stephanie, pull your skirt up and show Mistress Lisa your clit," Haruko commanded. Steven stood back up, pulled his skirt up, pulled his pantyhose down, undid the prosthetic vagina thong and pulled it off, exposing his hard cock. "Wow Mistress Haruko, he is really hung! No wonder you don't deny him! Sissyboi is hung like an ant."

"So what college is he going to next semester?" "Cal Tech." "Nice! Sissyboi and I both attend Princeton. Don't ask me why they let him in. There must be an affirmative action program for guys with small cocks or something." "So how is Stephanie at housework?" "He's okay. He's a decent cook. "Yeah, that's the one saving grace about sissyboi. He loves to cook and clean. Hey sissyboi, go finish doing my laundry. We're going upstairs." "Yes Mistress." Lisa, Haruko and Stephanie went up to Lisa's  bedroom, which was neat and ringed by book shelves.

"How did you and sissyboi meet?" Haruko inquired. "He and I went to the same elementary school and he was in my first grade class. His family lived down the street and we hit it off and became friends. He's always been small for his age and a brain, though, and got picked on for it. When we were ten, I thought it would be fun to dress him up in my clothes. Of course, I didn't know anything about BDSM back then even though my parents were into it, but they kept it hidden from me. Now I don't know if the bullying was what caused his need to be humiliated, but he liked it a lot when I would dress him up in women's clothes. I stopped doing it when he hit puberty, but when I was 12, I yelled at him about something stupid he said about girls. Even back then, I had a pretty sharp tongue. Later on, he admitted he liked it when I verbally humiliated him and it just kind of bloomed from there. As much crap as you heard me give him, I actually love him a lot. He's a really good guy and is tremendously smart and funny. I wish he was taller since I wouldn't feel so huge then, but sometimes you can't have everything."

"Did you ever get the, "hey baby, you need a real man" kind of crap from other guys who wanted to take you out?" "Yeah, all the time. They were even giving me presents, which only fed my ego. I would leave them groveling in the dust. You probably get the same thing. Stephanie is cuter than Marshall, that's sissyboi's real name, by the way, but I can't conceive of my life without Marshall. We're kind of inseparable."

"How intense are you about humiliating him?" Haruko wanted to know. "It comes and goes, as I'm sure it does with you. He let's me get away with some of my wilder inclinations, which I'm not going to go into here, as part of his need for humiliation, but if he wanted to call a halt to it tomorrow I would be fine with it."

"How did you guys meet?" Lisa asked. Haruko told her the whole story, that "there just seemed to be something pushing me toward him," and how it was because of him that she went from a vanilla orientation to a domina." "Wow, I can totally relate to the "there just seemed to be something there" aspect of your relationship. I mean, you're really attractive, Haruko, and, no offense, but generally a guy like Stephanie would be out of his depth even asking you out. The same is true of Marshall vis a vis me. He understands me and is willing to love what I am. A girl really can't ask for much better than that." "I know what you mean Mistress Lisa. Stephanie really listens to me and while she has a lot going on, I'm always first for him and he even asked me to marry him." "Yeah, mom told me you guys were engaged. Marshall told me the only thing that keeps him from asking me to marry him is that he isn't making any money yet to get me a proper ring. It's nice having devoted partners at our ages."

Lisa got up from the bed she was sitting on and went downstairs and brought Marshall back up with her, holding his hand. "Come sit next to me, Marshall," she said and he did, on her left. She took his hand again and intertwined it in hers. "We were just discussing our relationships. Is there anything you want to tell Stephanie and Mistress Haruko about ours?" "I'm sure you've said everything that needs to be said, Lisa, but suffice to say, for my part, that Lisa is the most amazing woman I have ever known. We've known each other so long that she just seems to be a part of me and not having her there would make me feel incomplete, as cliched and precious as that sounds." "Haruko and I have only been together for ten months, but we communicate so easily and she's so understanding that it's pretty much unimaginable to me to be with anyone else. She's really a special girl to me. God only knows I'm a lot to put up with and yet she does. Life is good."

"Are you guys going to come back here to live after you get married?" "We hope so," Marshall said. Of course, it depends on what happens occupationally." "We're the same way, Marshall. Steven and I would really like to raise our kids in this neighborhood. I like the way everybody looks out for each other."