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I Am Imobile

RedHotisready — Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:24:15 UTC

I am immobile. With my hands tied behind my back. My red hair is falling in curls around my face. My blue eyes look up at you adoringly. My big 40DD tits thrust out proudly I am wearing an opaque black bra and panties, waiting for you to use me.

Yes I kneel in front of you to worship your massive cock. I am breathing hard. I know in a few moments I will be having my throat stuffed full of your dick. I will not be able to push you away. It may be hard to breath.

You feel my breath on your dick. I can see the veins running along your hard cock. Your dick head is swollen and red. Your balls hang below that mighty cock. I hope those balls are full of cum. I need your cum in me. I want you to drown me with your orgasm. Only that will satisfy me.

You take your hard dick and slap my face with it.

I ask you, “Yes my love. Slap me again, please.”

You raise your right hand. My face feels the sharp pain as your open palm hits my face. I can feel my cheek turning red. Will I have a hand print on my face from this slap? I do not care. I love you so much that I will allow you any liberty with my body. You see that love and desire as I look at you with my blue eyes.

You press the head to my lips. I open my mouth wide. You thrust as hard as you can between my waiting red lips. You thrust roughly into my mouth so that your balls are resting against my chin and hold it deep in my mouth.

My blue eyes look up at you with desire. I feel the weight of your cock on my tongue. I feel my throat constricting around your dick head. My mouth pumps salvia as I react to the invasion of your dick into my mouth and throat.

I get so excited. My nipples swell and extend from my massive tits. I feel my labia get puffy. My tiny clit grow erect. My cunt sends a flood of wet pussy juice down my thigh. Wish my hand were free to fondle my on big tits and plug my needy cunt. But no, you desired my tied and kneeling before you. And I will allow you to use me any way you desire.

You grab my red hair and hold my face pressed against you. I move my tongue along the base of your cock. You moan and pull your cock out until just the head is between my red lips. I lick the head. You groan as you ram that fat dick back into my throat.

I wish I could reach my tits to twist and pinch my nipples. I wish I could Use my fingers to plunge in and out of my sopping wet cunt. I wish I could rub my engorged clit. No, I will be satisfied with making you cum. I will be satisfied with the taste of your cock. I will be satisfied with the taste of your cum.

You start to piston in and out of my wet mouth. I can not believe how hard you are fucking my face. My eyes see the savage desire in your face. My mouth feels each brutal thrust. My tongue runs from the head to the base with every thrust. My lips are red a swollen from the beating they are taking. I feel your balls slap against my chin. I fight for every chance to breath. Each thrust goes deeper into my throat. I am making copious amounts of spit to lubricate each thrust. Some is leaking out of the corners of my mouth. I am also getting very wet.

I feel your balls tighten in their sack as they make the cum I need so much. I can feel each vein on your cock as your cock swells. I feel your dick begin to pulse in my mouth. Your cock head swells so large I fear it will not enter my throat. Suddenly you yell out. I feel the first blast of cum as it erupts into my mouth. Your cum is hot, molten, sticky and salty. My taste but delight in the taste. I swallow and swallow. You keep shoving your dick into my mouth and I keep swallowing. It feels like a flood of cum.

Finally your dick starts to get smaller. You whimper. The flood of cum subsides. You pull out of my mouth leaving a pearl of cum on my red lips. My tongue snakes out to lick it up. I am so happy.

The Disciplined Husband

humbert1 — Mon, 28 May 2012 00:34:22 UTC

I've always enjoyed dom play, my wife and I have done some pretty interesting things. But I like to be the bottom, the one being dominated and humiliated used for her pleasure. I guess that's because during the week at work I'm the boss and have to be the "top" around there and I get really tired of that. We've tried different kinds of games but the one we keep settling on is mild ball torture and not so mild c@ck discipline. There was always the old standard of myself nude, her fully dressed and barefoot, and some gentle kicking in my balls – which didn't feel so gentle from my side! But this kind of thing gets old soon, and with her performance bonus at work this year we bought our first piece of dungeon equipment which we put in the basement. It's a red vinyl table long enough for me to stretch out on, but it's curved low at both ends so when I lay on my back, my hips – and genitals – are higher than my head and feet. There are wide leather and Velcro straps one around my ankles (they are tight together) and another across the legs just below my knees. My balls are lifted up between my thighs before we put my legs tight together. There's another strap that goes across the upper body at the elbows so I'm pinned down and cannot move. She's developed all kinds of deliciously painful and humiliating things to do to me in this position! And to make it worse – or better I think – her little sister who's also into this kind of play has started coming over to help her torment me! I think it's just so erotic to be nude in front of her little sister like this, who I always had a secret crush on before my wife and I were married. I love being displayed before her vulnerable and helpless like that! The two girls delight in lowering the lights and putting on Pink Floyd and other mellow, dark music, and then disciplining my genitals. Now naturally my wife would never allow anything done which would damage me, but that doesn't mean she can't dole out incredible amounts of pain after my endorphins begin flowing, and the pain becomes the pleasure! One of them – I never really know which because I can't see what they're doing – will gently and tenderly work me to full erection, and then begin whipping it with a small fringed leather flail she bought online. It's enough to raise welts on my penis if she hits me hard enough, and certainly will turn the entire shaft pink and angry from the delicious abuse! Especially when she pays attention to the delicate sensitive head with the foreskin pulled all the way back. Which sometimes she pulls all the way back with too much force so that hurts in itself! Also with the little leather flail she will work over my balls, whipping the sack first on one side and then the other – this not only stings and burns on the skin but the impact of the whipping hurts my balls and can make me whimper. We don't use a ball gag to keep me quiet, instead it's basically a mouthpiece like on a swimming snorkel which I bite between my teeth and a plastic tube so I can breathe. I can also moan through it, and whimper unintelligibly, but anything like screaming or talking or begging is stopped by the very nature of it. To keep it in place there's a nylon and Velcro strap under the chin and across the top of my head to hold my jaw shut. In this manner I'm completely at their mercy! I learned how very effective simple wooden clothespins are as nipple clamps, the pain is exquisite especially after a few minutes when they remove the clamps and immediately suck on my nipples. It brings tears to my eyes and makes me whimper again through the plastic tube. She and her sister take turns bringing me close to orgasm, and then hitting me with the whip or just ignoring the erection until it fades and then repeating the process. After 10 or 12 times of this the frustration is agony! Not only do I suffer through the physical pain but I have the sexual frustration of my body crying out for release which it is denied. With a larger whip she will punish the soles and tops of my feet, my belly, and my chest – the nipples already sore from their clamping and abuse. The discipline will go on until she thinks I've had enough, and can tell that she's reached my limit by the fact that I fall silent and stop even whimpering through the tube. At this point they leave me alone for a few minutes, and then I will feel a set of lips and the pure heaven of a beautiful young mouth sucking me, until I ejaculate down their throat in an indescribably intense wave of delicious pleasure and relief. I can actually feel my prostate convulsing as it happens! After this is over and I have been sucked clean, my wife will released the straps over my arms and chest as her sister releases my knees and ankles, and I never will be allowed to know which one of them it was that sucked me off. I am such a lucky man to have such a perfect wife and marriage!

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 31

dandalk — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 03:52:44 UTC

Just after dinner, Haruko called Lisa. "Hi Mistress Haruko!" Lisa said brightly into her cellphone. "Hi Mistress Lisa! Thank you so much for a very fun afternoon." "It was my pleasure Mistress Haruko. You and Stephanie are so nice." "Thank you Mistress Lisa. The reason I'm calling, though, is that my property would like to have lunch with yours tomorrow at noon. Would you be amenable to that?" "Yes I would Mistress Haruko. It's good for her to get out from under my skirt every now and again. Let me bring her on the line. Sissyboi!" "Hello? "Hi Marshall, this is Stephanie.. How are you?" "Hi Stephanie. What can I do for you?" "Hey, you wanna go out for a beer tomorrow at lunch?" "Sure. It will be fun getting to know you a little better." "Excellent! I'll come around at 11 a.m." "Sounds good Stephanie. See you then."

The next day, Steven swung around Lisa's house to pick Marshall up. "So where are we going, dude?" Marshall wondered. "Small's jewelry store, Marshall." "Why are we going there?" "I understand that the only thing keeping you from proposing to Mistress Lisa is that you can't afford an engagement ring." "Yeah, that's right," Marshall said quizzically. "Well, we need to rectify that," Steven said, He pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center the store was located in. "Okay Marshall, you got $3000 to buy Mistress Lisa a ring." "Is that a loan?" Marshall asked suspiciously. "Nope, it's a gift. Now get in there and get her something she'd like!" Steven said, jocularly patting him on the back.

Marshall spent the next hour carefully evaluating candidates before he finally chose one. Steven presented his credit card for it and they were off to lunch. They talked about their lives as hopeless nerds while they ate and then he took Marshall back home. Marshall grabbed the outfit Lisa laiid out for him and secreted the jewel box in it. He went out to the livingroom, where Lisa was conversing with her mother, and kneeled on the floor. During a break in the conversation, Marshall raised his hand. "Yes sissyboi?" Lisa recognized. "Mistress, may your sissyboi ask you a question?" "Yes you may sissyboi," Lisa tolerated. "Mistress, you are your sissyboi's goddess and his life has been defined by his happiness at being under your hand. Mistress, will you marry me?" Marshall said, producing the jewel box and opening it to display the ring. Lisa's mother's jaw went agape at the suddenness of it all and it took a moment to register in Lisa's mind, too. Then she shrieked. "Oh my God yes Marshall!" And for the first time ever, Marshal watched as his Mistress cried in his presence as he nudged the ring on to her finger. "Mom, did you know about this?" "Not at all darling. I'm just as gobsmacked as you are." Lisa had Marshall sit on the couch with her and they exchanged several short kisses while hugging tightly.

"Marshall, how were you able to afford this? This is a really expensive ring!" "Mistress, your sissyboi isn't going to lie to you. Steven heard that the only thing keeping me from proposing to you was the lack of money for a proper ring. So he let me pick one out for you." "Oh my God, that's so sweet of him!" Lisa started crying again and buried her head in Marshall's shoulder, moved by the kindness of Steven's gesture. When she had composed herself, she pulled her cellphone out and called Haruko. "H Mistress Lisa! "Hi Mistress Haruko. "Can I speak to your property?" "Yes you may Mistress Lisa. Please hold on a second." Haruko handed the phone to Steven, who was kneeling on the floor practicing sitting like a girl. "Hello Mistress Lisa," he greeted. Haruko giggled because she knew about all this in advance. "Steven, thank you so much. Marshall just proposed to me. This is one of the nicest things anyone has done for me." "I'm glad it made you happy Mistress Lisa. I know that sissyboi is totally besotted with you and, to be honest, it's easy to understand why." "Thank you Steven, you're very kind. Can you let me speak to Mistress Haruko again please?" "Yes Mistress Lisa. One moment please." Steven handed the phone to Haruko." "Hello Mistress Lisa. "Thank you both Mistress Haruko. Stephanie is so sweet to to do this and I know she did it only after she obtained your permission." "Yes, that's true Mistress Lisa. I hope that you and sissyboi have a lifetime of happiness together." "Thank you Mistress Haruko. I hope you have the same with Stephanie." "Thank you Mistress Lisa. Take care."

Steven's buying a ring for Marshall to give to Lisa resulted in Steven and Haruko talking about what they were going to get Donny and Yoriko for their wedding present. They knew that Yoriko wanted a big family and should they take that into consideration or should they just buy them stuff to help them through the first couple of years of their marriage and then leave the rest up to them? They kicked a lot of ideas around, but didn't come to any firm decision, though they were leaning toward the idea of starting a college fund for Yoriko's children. That inspired them to begin talking over what they would want when they got married, which Steven knew was going to be sooner rather than later.

As the month of July became August, Haruko was proving a dab hand at rope bondage. She had begun sodomizing him with her strap on while he was bound up, which added an even kinkier dimension to their sex lives. She even had him tied up in harnesses, sometimes with a butt plug inserted into him, too, underneath his feminine clothes when she took him out en femme. Steven loved that he could feel against his skin the reminder of who owned him and it made him super hard. She would also tie him up and cocktease him before making fun of the fact that he needed to cum so much that he could scarcely think straight. When they had sex, after she had her orgasm, she would sometimes flip a coin to see if he got to cum or not. This made Steven want to keep her as horny as possible so that he would be allowed to shoot his spunk into her, which made for more sexual satisfaction for her. The irony was that when she would spend a considerable amount of time teasing him it would make her more aroused than usual, too, and want to be reamed like a slut. So Haruko was indeed a domina, but with switch type tendencies.

As the days went by, Haruko was faced with him beginning college while she would be without him during the day as she went into her final year of high school. The day before he was to start at Cal Tech, she asked him to walk her to her school. They stopped at the convenience store where the South Marlin Circle member kids bought each other candy bars and Steven got one for her. They continued on to the empty schoolyard, where they sat on the planter they had hung out at as recently as two and a half months before and made out. Then they walked home hand in hand, the last time they would ever do that from that particular school together. She bought him a candy bar as they made their way back and spent the rest of the day in her bedroom making love.

When Steven arrived at the Cal Tech campus the next day, he immediately felt he belonged. The general conversation was no longer about bullshit like the personal life of Rihanna, who was sleeping with who on campus or football, but of computers, books, astrophysics and other more salient topics.

In early September, after Steven had made another long commute home from Cal Tech, Maki handed him a package that had been couriered over from Stevenson Avionics. He carefully opened it. Inside of it were some documents and a check. When Steven got a look at the figure written on it, his eyes just about bugged out of his head. It was for $7.2 million. "Boo yah! That's what I'm talkin' about!" he exalted. He phoned his father and asked him if he had gotten his money. "Yeah I did. I just about had a heart attack when I saw the number," Tim confessed. Steven skipped school the next day to go down to his bank and put it into his account. Clearly, Stevenson Avionics was cleaning up on his modification of their navigation device and he found a lot of satisfaction in this. They were also going to begin testing on his weapons system the following March.

Haruko, of course, was thrilled. They were pretty much set for life now if they handled the money right. They began to make wedding plans the day Steven went to the bank. She had already been engaged as a high school junior and now she was going to be married as a high school senior. They decided to usher in the new year with the ceremony. She was going to put off becoming a mommy until she graduated college, but it wasn't like she didn't want to start popping out babies right then. The problem was that if she started showing up at school with a protruding belly, people would figure it was a kind of shotgun wedding. However, they had already decided the names they would call the first of two children she wanted to have Isaac Steven if it was a boy and Miyako Erika if it was a girl.

Yoriko's ceremony was held at a nearby hotel with more than a hundred guests. Haruko silently took notes in her mind. Yoriko, beautifully wrapped in the white wedding gown, which contrasted vividly with her black hair and dark brown eyes, looked phenomenal and her sisters and mother were in tears as she recited her vows. Donny was smiling the whole time because he knew what he had landed and looked forward to a life of ruling his very pretty and smart slave wife.

After the ceremony and reception concluded, Haruko started kidding Steven about making him wear a wedding dress during their ceremony, too, which caused Steven to propose in jest that they have a fetish themed ceremony. "We could gag the bridesmaids and put them in leather corsets, thigh high stockings and boots while the groomsmen would don something that Rob Halford of Judas Priest would be proud of. Or we could just get Rob Zombie as our wedding planner and let the chips fall where they may." That got a good laugh out of Haruko.

The workload at Cal Tech was very demanding and while Steven had little trouble keeping up, the commute home was really wearing on him. "God Haruko, if I had to do this for the next ten years I think I would just go sell shoes," he snarked. Once he changed into a skirt, though, it relaxed him and made the commute more tolerable. She also made sure he came more and lent him more time to play his guitars to help vent the stress.

At school, though, Haruko definitely felt that there was something missing. While her sisters would be lovey dovey with their masters during lunch, she was the one who didn't have anyone during the school day and it made her feel a little left out. She had to really psyche herself up to maintain her grades. It was especially tough to pay attention after Thanksgiving since it wasn't going to be that long before her wedding. Her thoughts were often on the plans for it rather than what the teacher was saying in class. Some of her instructors noticed and called her on it. "What in the world are you daydreaming about, Haruko?" "Sorry Mr. Crespo, but I'm getting married in January and I'm having a hard time focusing on anything else." "Oh. Congratulations Haruko, but why are you marrying so early in your life?" "Because we want to." "What does your fiance do?" 'He's a consultant for a defense contractor. He also goes to Cal Tech." "Did he go to this school?" "Yeah. He's Steven Morris." "Steven Morris is a consultant for a defense contractor? Wow!" "Yeah." "Well, good luck Haruko." "Thanks."

By the time that exchange had occurred, Steven had received another $4 million worth of checks. His patent applications had also all been approved. They decided that they would rent a house within hailing distance of the UCLA campus during the summer and he would subsequently commute from there to Cal Tech, which would be a lot easier than what he was doing at that moment.

For Christmas, Steven bought Haruko a car and a more up to date laptop. They were now only just a bit over a week away from the wedding ceremony and Haruko was beaming but also nervous. They were going to hold it at the luxurious Pan Asia Hotel in Little Tokyo. Steven suggested a Japanese style wedding and Maki was definitely enthusiastic about the idea, so Haruko agreed to it. In addition to the members and honorary members of the South Marlin Circle Bondage Club and its alumni association, Haruko's relatives from Japan were flying in to see it, including Maki's sister Mari and her husband plus their two kids. Steven was only going to have his immediate family. He also hired a high end caterer to take care of the food for the reception

On Saturday, January 2nd, everybody in Haruko's house rose at 3 a.m. At 6 a.m., they were at the hotel and a stylist was taking care of Haruko's makeup and hair and helping her into her wedding shroud, all of which took several hours. Maki ran around with the hotel staff checking on the execution of preliminary details. At 10 a.m., the caterers arrived to begin their set up. Steven, meanwhile, was being dressed in a traditional male wedding kimono, which he felt completely dorky in, especially given his long curly hair. By noon, almost all of the guests had arrived. At 1 p.m., the ceremony began and Maki, Erik and their daughters' tears began to fall as the rivetingly gorgeous tall blonde Haruko, her hair tucked up under a traditional black wig, slowly made her way down the aisle with Steven. When they got to the altar, they stood still while the wedding photographer took a dozen or so shots of them. 30 minutes later, the ceremony was over and the picture taking by guests began. Steven's eyes were stuck on Haruko, who looked amazing and uber happy while the guests began going at the large buffet of food and drink. Steven and Haruko left to change, he into a suit and her into a kimono, the first time she had ever worn one, to formally greet the guests. The party went on for hours as Haruko was hugged and kissed more times than she could count by the well wishers .

By the time it was all over, Steven was out more than $50,000 but up one wife and Mistress and, to him, that was a good tradeoff. They spent the night at the hotel and then went home Sunday. Monday, they got the photos and video back from the photographers and videographer. Haruko didn't go to school that day since she wanted to decompress a little. Steven received another check, too, this one for $770,000, a nice little inadvertent wedding present. She returned to school Tuesday and at lunch showed her wedding pictures to her friends. It felt weird to her to be hitched while still a student, but she was content all the same. She put her engagement ring away in favor of her much larger wedding ring, which the other girls in her classes oohed and aahed over. She showed them her wedding pics, too, and received lots of compliments for how gorgeous she appeared in them. "That ceremony must have cost your parents a lot," one of the girls remarked. "It didn't cost them anything. Steven paid for it all." "Steven Morris had the money to pay for such an elaborate ceremony? What, did he inherit some money or something?" "No, he earned it from his job." "So how much did it cost?" "Steven wouldn't tell me, but just the catering bill must have done some big damage to his bank account," Haruko bragged. "That was some of the best food I have ever eaten!" "So where are you guys going to honeymoon?" someone inquired. "In Japan. Steven is chartering a private jet and flying me and the rest of my family there and we're going to spend a couple weeks there." "Dude, that's like a hundred grand roundtrip. Where is he getting this money?" "Like I said, his job." "What job is that?" "He's a consultant for a defense contractor." "At his age? And he's still going to college, right?" 'Yeah." "Not everybody ends up working the drive thru at Taco Bell like you Mike," someone riposted. "Dude, shut up." "Would you like some fries with that fail, Mike?" another student needled.

One funny thing that happened was that Haruko had to inform the school that her name had changed to Haruko Morris. One of the teachers, when he got an updated roll sheet, said, "oh we have a new student. Haruko Morris?" "Sorry Mr. Augustine, that's me. I just got married." "Oh wow Haruko, congratulations! Who's the lucky guy?" "Steven Morris." "Steven Morris, really? What's he doing now?" "Going to Cal Tech and working for a defense contractor, Mr. Augustine. "As what?" "A consultant." "For who?" "Stevenson Avionics." "Come on Haruko, don't fib to me. What is he really doing?" "Just what I told you, Mr. Augustine," she said, flashing her ring "If you say so, Haruko," he dismissed before going into his lecture. Steven said that he liked being an undercover millionaire because it was a lot less of a hassle and kinda funny to him, so he told Haruko to not push it when people denigrated him as a loser, but to look at where those people are and then laugh at them..

The night of the above incident, Haruko and him were both naked in bed just after having sex. "God Steven, I can't get over the number of people at school who don't take you seriously," she observed. "You're already more successful than any of them will ever be." "Yeah, but that's fine. I have the bank account and you and they only have their empty thoughts and prejudices. Advantage: me! But also the less they expect out of you the less they'll bother you. Even if I become a billionaire I don't really want to be in the spotlight because then too many people try to get their claws into you to grab a piece of your cash." "What's happening with those other two projects?" "One was declared top secret by the Pentagon, at least for now, so I can't discuss it, which drives me nuts because I hate keeping anything from you. The other one probably won't see the light of day until the fourth quarter at the earliest because of the money it takes to get up and running just for testing. Mistress, look, we have enough money right now to live the rest of our lives very comfortably. So we need to view anything else that comes along as a nice bonus. If you're worried about money after you have more than enough to live on for the remainder of your days you're not enjoying life. Or you're a spendthrift."

She ran her hand up and down his chest and smiled up at him. He bent over and kissed her before enclosing her in his arms tightly. "God Mistress, you're such a force of nature. I love you." "I love you, too, honey." She reached down and grasped his cock and stroked it back to life, her fingers gauging its thickness as she pulled gently while her palm glided over it. "God, that feels too good," he sighed. She alternately squeezed and stroked his manhood while he laid on his back enjoying it, his precum lubricating things. After several false indications that he was going to unburden his balls, it finally went off like a hair trigger bazooka, pasting her stomach and hand with his warm, viscuous semen. She got up to wash her hand off and when she plopped herself alongside him again, he tried to finger her, but she said, "it's okay sweety. I just liked doing that for you." "Thanks baby."

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 30

dandalk — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 03:38:57 UTC

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."

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 33

dandalk — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 06:15:15 UTC

"Thanks for booking that private plane, Stephanie. I can't even begin to imagine how uncomfortable flying with an airline would have been." "I'm glad you're pleased Mistress," he replied as he kneeled on the floor fully dressed in female garb while she stood over him stroking his head like he was her pet dog. Haruko compelled Steven to fly to Japan wearing panties and a bra. He slipped a one piece cocktail dress on as soon as they got to their hotel room and made himself up before slipping his feet into four inch black heels. Haruko then ordered him to go on a walk around the area that the hotel was situated in with her, which was embarrassing since he was in a foreign country and he couldn't predict how people would react if they sussed him out. But it was also nightfall and thus nobody apparently noticed. Or they just didn't bother to say anything. He was actually glad to be in a dress in one sense: June in Japan is a hot sticky affair and it rains a lot. That extra bit of air conditioning up his dress helped keep him cool. Haruko walked him up to a streetside stall to buy some boxed sushi. He wondered if the two elderly women working it could figure out if this tall foreign woman was actually a male.

They returned to their hotel room, showered and went to bed naked. "Did those women say anything about me?" Steven asked Haruko. "Not to my face. I can't guarantee, though, that they didn't talk about it after we left," she giggled.

The next morning, they assembled in the hotel's lobby and went sightseeing. "Thank God your mom's here," Steven said to Haruko. "Otherwise, we would be really lost." "Yeah, the way the streets are laid out and numbered here is really confusing," she agreed. Maki, though, was also marveling about how much some areas had changed since she had last been in her native land and Erik remarked on it, too. "The girls no longer cover their mouths when they laugh," he noticed.

They went back to their hotel rooms, showered, put on their Sunday best and then took a taxi to one of the finest purveyors of Japanese cuisine in that nation. When they got there, Haruko reminded Steven about his table manners, The truth was, though, that for the first time in his life Steven felt stupid. He couldn't speak the language and the kanji characters were used in a different way than the Chinese used them and often looked different. He also just didn't know that much about the customs while Haruko and the other Japanese in his group were having a good old time running around and conversing freely with the inhabitants, though the natural blonde hair, Japanese faces and native level speaking ability of Haruko and her siblings made some Japanese scratch their heads. The meal at the restaurant had his Mistress and her family as well as Brandon and Matt raving. "This is the best Japanese food ever!" Haruko enthused. Steven thought to himself, "it better be considering what I'm paying for it."

"So how does it feel to be a minority?" Haruko teased as they walked to their hotel. Steven laughed. "I'm glad I did this if, for anything else, it made me realize how hard it is for immigrants to adjust to living in their new country.," he told the others. "No shit, man" Matt echoed. "I'd be flailing if Shiho and her parents weren't here."

The following day, they went to Maki's sister Mari's house, which was in an adjoining prefecture, and spent the day with her, her husband and their kids. Again, Matt, Steven and Brandon couldn't understand what anyone else was saying, so they whiled away the time talking to each other while Mari caught up with her sister and her family. Mari was also a terrific cook and the boys definitely enjoyed that.

That night, Steven, Matt and Brandon were all allowed to sleep with their significant others in the same room and all three girls were on their backs being plowed in front of one another. This wasn't the first time that the sisters had seen their siblings being fucked, but it was the first time they had all done it in the same space together. Mari didn't mind, though, since at the same time she was on her hands and knees getting the bejesus drilled out of her by her husband.

Maki, meanwhile, was up against a wall with her legs wrapped around Erik's hips as he slammed his cock into her from a standing position. Maki loved it when Erik did this because it put her in touch with how much smaller and weaker she was than her Master, which then compounded her feelings of submission to him. And, with all the moaning and groaning reverberating throughout the house, Mari's kids were masturbating up a storm. With all the sexual energy being expended, everyone subsequently slept deeply and woke up the next morning refreshed and in a good mood.

This was a good thing since they spent the entire day hiking up and down Mt. Fuji after having taken the train there. They returned to Mari's and then spent the ensuing three days in Osaka while also taking day tours of Nara and Kyoto, both of which were the country's capitol centuries ago. Steven bought two guitars in Osaka, both made by ESP, as well, before they headed back to Tokyo, where they again ate at a couple of very expensive restaurants and shopped and explored. Steven geeked hard in Akihabara, the electronics district in Tokyo, while Maki stocked up on used books in Kanda.

Even with the steamy weather, everyone had a ball. However, they were also glad to finally be heading back to California and their homes after being away for the two weeks, especially Brandon and Matt. Steven boarded the jet with their friends and changed into a white cheongsam with white thigh high stockings, pink bikini style panties, a pink bra and white heels before they took off. "God, it feels good to be in a skirt again," Steven remarked, which made Haruko and some of the others giggle. "Pants just seem so restrictive to me now," he elaborated. "Hey Stephanie, thanks for taking me on this trip with everyone. I'll never forget this," Matt said to Steven. "Yeah, this was a killer experience and I didn't have to be without my Rie," Brandon added. "You're welcome, guys. It was certainly a great learning experience for me, too, and I hope my Mistress had a good time." "Stephanie, your Mistress is very pleased with your decision to take us on this trip," Haruko informed him. "I know you did it in large part for me, so thank you," she said, leaning over and kissing him.

They stayed up this time during the flight because they were going to get back to Haruko's parents house around 9 p.m. PST and they could just go immediately to bed when they got there and thus avoid jet lag. Erik told the flight attendant who was on the plane with them to turn out the cabin lights and that she might want to hang out in the small galley for the next couple of hours and maybe listen to her IPod, too. Everyone pulled the beds hidden in the seats ringing the inside of the plane out and joined the mile high club, the atmosphere at that juncture a cacophony of moans, sighs, grunts and declarations of the degree of pleasure they were feeling at that moment. Brandon spanked the hell out of Rie while he plundered her pussy doggy style. Haruko rode Steven's dick from on top. Erik splashed his spunk all over Maki's face after he pulled out of her asshole and Matt had Shiho's legs over his shoulders in coring her humid tunnel before flooding it with his cum. Thus, the passenger cabin smelled like sex the remainder of the flight and it was a passionate conclusion to what had been a fun excursion across the Pacific.

By the time the limo had arrived at the Eklund residence, everyone was spent and ready to crash. They all showered and went to bed, Steven and Haruko sleeping on the floor on a bunch of blankets in her now empty former bedroom. In the morning, Erik drove his daughter and her husband to their house in Brentwood. Steven and Haruko then piled into their own car and went shopping for furniture for their living room and bedroom as well as some home electronics. When they got back home, they took delivery of the furniture and then went online to order more stuff they would need, including BDSM gear that Haruko could use to torment Steven with. Steven, with Haruko's permission, decided to use one of the spare bedrooms as a music room.

When they went to pick up their withheld mail Monday, Steven received a $103,000 royalty check and he took it to their new bank to deposit it. They frittered the rest of that day away driving around the area checking out routes to their schools and to get a better grasp of the general vicinity they were now ensconced in. "So I guess we're officially adults now, huh Mistress?" Steven chuckled. Haruko smiled and rejoindered, "well, I'm an adult, but you're just a slave, Stephanie." "Yes Mistress," Steven heeded.

In fact, when they drove back to their house, Haruko made an appointment at a local beauty salon to get Steven a manipedi. This embarrassed him because it was one thing to have that done by Thuy at Ms. McMullen's shop, but another by ostensibly regular beauticians he didn't know. "They'll probably think I'm a metrosexual at best and secretly gay at worst," he anticipated.

Steven was also expected by her to do all the housework and cooking from now on and she threatened to cane him to within an inch of his life ala Mrs. Westfield if she was unhappy at how well he kept their home. She instructed him on how exactly she wanted the bathrooms cleaned, the rugs vacuumed, the laundry done and put away, the cars cared for, the way they stocked up and stored food and the windows washed. "You're going to be doing this for the rest of your life, Stephanie, since you were put on this earth to serve me and make me comfortable and happy. I also suggest that you read up on childhood nutrition in preparation for when we can finally have children." "Yes Mistress." "Every fault in the upkeep of this house will reflect ill on the reputation of your Mistress, so you will be severely punished when your performance isn't up to standard," she told him. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

Steven privately thought what a pain in the ass this all was, but there was something in the steely look Haruko gave him when she was lecturing him on the manner in which he was to maintain her household that he nonetheless found erotic. He had never seen that in her eyes before and this conveyed to him that she was still growing in her dominance over him. That made his heart race and his cock harden. Haruko had been pretty freeform about the way she handled him before that day, but now she was demanding more discipline from him and he began to think of his responsibilities in the framework of a job. He had known what paces Lisa put Marshall through and Mrs. Westfield had expected from her husband Jake. Now Steven was joining that club.

He composed a list of scheduled chores to do, some daily, some every few days and so on. He also started laying out their meals a week in advance so that he could get her approval and input on them. Haruko then took him down to the local mall to have his ears pierced. She had put that off because she thought it might be too much for him to handle since it was such an outward sign of his feminization. But now she felt it was time. Once the piercing was completed, and it hurt a lot to Steven, they went to a jewelry store to purchase some earrings and diamond studs to put in the holes that had been opened in the bottom of his ear lobes.

Even as Haruko was becoming more demanding, though, at least she wasn't really denying him sexually. She just enjoyed the feel of his cock inside of her and the intimacy of having him discharge his semen into her too much to limit his ability to orgasm as long as he was still not masturbating. She made it clear to him that his cum was for her only and he couldn't let any leave his body without her explicitly directing where it would end up. If he went rogue on that issue, she would make him wear a chastity belt as Marshall and Jake both had to. That disincentive for spontaneously shooting his wad kept him on the straight and narrow.

She devised a morning ritual for him, too: when she arose, he was to kiss her feet and thank her for being allowed to serve her for another day. He was then to immediately make their bed before cooking breakfast. Once he had done the dishes, he was to retrieve the clothes she wanted him to wear and put them on and then stand for inspection. "Anything out of place reflects badly on your Mistress, so you will be attentive to how you attire yourself," she warned him. At that time, she would issue any special orders she had for him that day., too

Then there was a nightly ritual as well: once both of them had showered, he was to massage and kiss her feet and thank her for being allowed to serve her that day and ask if there was anything more he could have done to make her happier with his performance. In addition, he was to beseech the honor of sleeping alongside of her that night. She never said no to the latter because she enjoyed being curled up in his arms too much. But it was to put in the back of his mind that there might come a day when he would piss her off enough to make him sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed like a dog. So this commandment was to ensure that punishment would never need to come to pass.

A week later, a bondage rack and other BDSM gear arrived via a major package delivery firm at the Morris residence and, after Steven put the rack together, she bound him to it and sodomized him with a strap on, stimulating him enough to make him expel his ball cream. "God Stephanie, you're such a slut," Haruko teased. "You can't get enough cock, can you?" she insinuated. "No Mistress. Your slut loves Mistress' cock anytime she can get it," he proclaimed. "Oh really? You like having a cock rammed up your butt, huh? Maybe I ought to take you down to Santa Monica Blvd this weekend and let the boys at the clubs have at you," she threatened. "Sorry Mistress, but your slut only loves your cock in her butt," he asserted. "But if I told you to take another man's dick in your ass you would, wouldn't you?" "Yes Mistress," he confessed. "Do you secretly wish you had a vagina, Stephanie?" "Mistress, I am curious as to what it would feel like if I did, but I like being a guy and serving at the feet of the beauty and intelligence that you are imbued with. If I had a vagina, I would probably be serving a Master and therefore I would be deprived of the honor and grace of your company." "Well put, Stephanie. You're a good girl." "Thank you Mistress."

The next morning, Steven awoke a few minutes ahead of Haruko. He took care of his grooming and, when he re-entered their bedroom, she was waking up. "Good morning Mistress!" "Good morning Stephanie," she muttered as she got out of bed. Steven kneeled at her feet and kissed them. "Thank you for the honor of being allowed to serve you again today Mistress," he enthused. She stroked his head. "You're welcome, Stephanie," she retorted and then headed for the bathroom. Steven made the bed and then kneeled to await her return. Haruko went into their walk in closet and chose his outfit for the day, which was a little white top with a pale blue skirt that was to be worn with ankle socks and tennis shoes. He put it on and went to make breakfast. After they ate and he cleaned up, he set about his chores for the day, which were to dust and vacuum. Following lunch, she went out shopping and later came back with four frilly maid's uniforms like you would see in a Japanese maid fetish video, one black, one white and one red and he was now going to wear them fulltime while he was at home. All three outfits were to be worn with white thigh high stockings and white four inch heels. When he modeled them for her, Haruko giggled, but nonetheless believed they looked cute on him and the earrings she bought for him proved to be a nice touch, too.

Once his chores were finished, Haruko excused him for two hours so that he could play guitar. When that time period elapsed, he made dinner. Just after he finished with washing the dishes, Donny called. "Hi Mistress Haruko. May I please speak to your property?" "Yes you may, Master Donny." She handed her cellphone to Steven. Donny had some ideas on the solar project. Steven excused himself and went into his music room so that Haruko could read in peace. They went back and forth and then the ideas began to flow from the back of Steven's mind. "Holy shit Steven, that may be it!" Donny burbled. The discussion had led to a way to amplify the output of a solar cell 50 times from within the cell itself. This would allow a huge reduction in the footprint of solar panels, but they were still going to have to test it to make sure.

When he hung up the phone, Steven scribbled furiously on a legal pad to not just recall everything that he and Donny discussed, but to encapsulate further ideas he was coming up with. Once he finished that, the went back out to the living room and kneeled before Haruko and raised his hand. "Yes Stephanie?" she recognized. "Mistress, we may have finally done it. Your slave may soon be the richest man in the world," he anticipated. He then explained the technological ins and outs of what he and Donny were going to work on with the group he had formed at Cal Tech. "Wow Steven, that's amazing! My little sissy might change the world!" she predicted.

The next morning, he got up early to complete his chores. At 1 p.m., Donny, Tim and the Cal Tech group met at Steven's house. Steven and Tim were each going to put $5 million into the initial production and testing costs. Steven would file the patent applications the following day. They agreed to form a company called Solar Reach Research Inc. Steven retained a couple of corporate attorneys and they filed the incorporation papers. Steven would be CEO, Donny would be CTO, Tim would become project manager and oversee the production of the new generation of solar cells.The Cal Tech group were also given responsibilities and shares in the concern.

Steven then got on the phone to Mr. Stevenson and had him come down to his house along with his daughter Arlene. Steven explained what he had in mind. "Here is the deal Mr. Stevenson," he began. "If you invest $5 million in this, we'll give you a 5% stake. Also, I'm going to hire your daughter as our personnel director for $1 million a year." Mr. Stevenson was incredulous. "Boys, boys, if you want me to give up that kind of money I want majority ownership, at least 60%." "With all due respect, Mr. Stevenson, we don't need your money. What we need from you is other things. For one, I want to use your company as a guinea pig for our technology. If you allow me to do that and give us the $5 million, we'll up our offer to 10%, but that also comes with the string of Arlene has to absolutely be on board with our company." "This is insane, Steven. If you made this offer to a VC guy he would laugh at you." "Mr. Stevenson, people have been laughing at me for most of my life. I'm used to it. And those people are all working at McDonald's or some other dead end job now. When this technology explodes, you could very well join me, Donny and the others on the list of the world's richest men. It's up to you. Take it or leave it," Steven demanded. "Daddy," Arlene interjected, "you're nuts if you don't take this offer. And yes Steven, I'm on board. Tell me when you want me to start." "Thank you Arlene. There will be bonuses for you, too, so your compensation won't be limited to your salary, which is already ten times more than what most HR heads make anyway." "Well then," Mr. Stevenson concluded, "if my little girl says it's a good deal I guess I have to take it." "Glad to have you on board, too, Mr. Stevenson." They all went out to a restaurant to celebrate and then went back to Steven's, where they spent the next few hours tossing ideas around on how to market their product.

When they had all finally departed to go home, Steven turned to Haruko. "Sorry to bore you with all this, Mistress." "That's okay, Stephanie. You're just trying to assure your Mistress' future, so you will carry on." "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for the honor of being permitted to serve you again today. Is there anything your humble servant could have done to make your day better Mistress?" "No, Stephanie. You have fulfilled your duty to me very nicely." "Thank you Mistress." They showered and he gave her a foot massage before they went to sleep.

Steven rented a facility in an industrial park that had fallen on hard times and began bringing in the equipment they would need to begin production on their new solar cell. Tim and Steven explained to Arlene what they needed talent wise and she began casting a net around the California university system, choosing to do her interviews on campus for the sake of security. By the end of August, she had assembled a team of some of the brightest and most driven young minds in the region. "For a 19 year old Arlene, you sure did a great job finding these people," Tim told her. "We want to hoard the talent, too, so if you run across anyone, just hire them and we'll figure out what to do with them later." "Yes Mr. Morris. Thank you, Sir."

Also by the time Steven and some of the others had started a new quarter at school, Mr. Stevenson called Steven, Haruko and Tim into his office. "Boys, you remember how I quoted that marketing analysis of $1.6 billion in orders for the new project? It was actually $2.2 billion. So I got some checks for you," he announced and opened a desk drawer and handed Steven and Tim checks for $180 million apiece. Both Steven and his father did double takes at what they saw written on those financial instruments and Haruko just about pissed her panties when Steven displayed the long rack of zeros following the other numbers on his. "I'll have our security people accompany you guys to your banks, Mr. Stevenson informed them. He called up two huge security guards and once the meeting ended Steven and Tim nervously deposited the money into their accounts. Steven then set up a separate account for Haruko and transferred $25 million into it. Haruko's head was spinning at all this. Her father was rich, but the numbers now being bandied about her husband were just insane to her. `Haruko wondered if her and Steven should go to school with bodyguards. "That will only draw even more attention to us, so I don't think that's a good idea," Steven advocated. To make Haruko feel better, though, he hired a Wackenhut guard to take her to and from school everyday.

But that would pale in comparison to the money she would see a year from then. In November, Steven and Donny announced to Mr. Stevenson that the prototype solar cell was ready They had arrays installed both on the office building of Mr. Stevenson's company as well as his company's factory. Everything went smoothly and Mr. Stevenson was delighted that not only were they saving thousands each month in utility costs, but Southern California Edison was now sending them sizable checks for the money that Steven's solar cells were generating. Steven also cajoled the owner of the industrial park where he had his office and production facility to use his technology, and that drew tremendous results. With the testimonials provided by the park's owner and Mr. Stevenson, Solar Reach Research was able to get more building owners to use their product. By the following June, the city of L.A. installed SRR's cells on all their buildings. Then school districts began to buy in and it continued to snowball. Steven also devised a product that could be used for electric cars that wouldn't require heavy batteries because of the amount of output and installed them in his and Haruko's cars, which provided the test case to Detroit to use his technology in their products. Everyone in the South Marlin Circle neighborhood bought in, too. The word of mouth generated extended to the home market. By the end of the year, the San Onofre nuclear generating station was decommissioned since it was no longer needed.

The media, of course, noticed and Steven was being hailed as "the new Tesla." Because his company had started early enough on their technology, it cleaned up and he had $14 billion in personal assets by the time he graduated college. He also seeded his firm with South Marlin Circle residents or members where he could and where Arlene thought it practicable. Arlene was given $50 million in bonuses for her acquiring the brilliant personnel that made the company's progress possible.

At age 23, he, Tim, Arlene, Mr. Stevenson and the Cal Tech group that had founded SRR were all bestowed with the presidential Medal of Freedom for getting the U.S. off of foreign oil, though the solar technology also resulted in major layoffs in the electrical utility, coal and oil industries.

Haruko, who was still in law school at that juncture, was also pregnant with their first child after snagging her undergraduate degree a year earlier. Of course, with her bank accounts now showing an aggregate $1 billion balance, she didn't need to work ever again, but she thought that her getting her JD would provide a good example to their children like Maki's attaining her doctorate did for her and her siblings.

Unfortunately, the idea for the pod planes didn't prove to be workable and was ultimately abandoned. But what did prove to be viable was moving back to the South Marlin Circle neighborhood. A house became available on South Dolphin Circle and they bought it, tore it down and built a tasteful custom home on the lot. Once Haruko had her baby, a son they named Isaac Steven, he hung up his corporate shoes and devoted himself to serving Haruko and raising his son fulltime. Donny, who was also already a billionaire, was named CEO. Donny's slave Yoriko was pregnant with their third child when Steven resigned.

"God Stephanie, it's been such an adventure being with and owning you. Just look at where we were only five years ago and where we are now." "Yes Mistress, it's funny how many people were calling me a loser in high school and I had never even had a girlfriend before I met you and now we're on top of the world. I wonder how those assholes feel now," he gloated. "By the way, how many months pregnant is Rie now?" "Three, I think. Brandon is so hot for her. Their wedding was beautiful, wasn't it?" "She looked amazing in that wedding kimono, Mistress. Oh, there goes Isaac again Mistress," he said, as he got up to attend to their crying infant.

"So I wonder what will happen with the culture here, Mistress," he remarked to Haruko as he changed his baby's diaper. "Everybody who is young is either out of college, in college or about to finish high school." "Well, we came back, Stephanie and so did Donny and Yoriko and I hope we won't be the last." "Me, too, Mistress." "By the way, Stephanie, you know Yuki is pregnant again, too." "Yeah, Eddie really proved to be quite the marketing weasel, didn't he? He moved a lot of product for our company," Steven noted. "I initially thought Arlene was nuts when she hired him, but, as usual, she was right on the nose." Steven finished diapering Isaac and Haruko pulled her shirt and bra off and reached for him. She cuddled him as he suckled on her nipple. Once Isaac was sated, they laid him down in his crib.

"Here Stephanie, pull your skirt up," Haruko ordered. He did so and then she pulled his panties down and fondled his cock. "So how long will it be before you want to get pregnant again Mistress?" "As soon as I can, Stephanie. It's a shame to waste all this perfectly good sperm. I would rather have it in me than in my mouth, but oh well," she smiled as her lips surrounded his dick. She was still sore from giving birth and wouldn't e able to have sex for another few months. Steven's face contorted rapturously as her moist, slippery lips glided up and down his stiff shaft. "Oh God Mistress, that feels incredible," he said. She tasted his precum while her tongue pushed and scraped his increasingly sensitive phallus until he gave her advance warning of his release. She bobbed her head faster and faster, causing him to explode into her yapper. She swallowed it as he pulled his panties back up and dropped his skirt back over them. He then looked forward to creating more of the next generation of South Marlin Circle neighborhood inhabitants.

The End.

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 32

dandalk — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 23:49:33 UTC

The next day, Mr. Stevenson called Steven, Tim, Donny and Clyde and had them come to his office at the end of the work day. "Well, here's a status report for ya boys, but there is good news and bad news: the guys at the Pentagon think the technology here is definitely something they will be incorporating into their fighters, though of course, that is pending the results of the tests we have to run for them. However, they may decide to opt for creating a new generation of planes rather than merely retrofitting all of the current fleet, though there will definitely be at least some of that, at least in terms of one of Steven's earlier projects. What that means is that it may take several years for the designs to be approved by the military brass and Congress and then begin production. So on the money end, you might have to wait a while Donny and Clyde before you really begin to see anything, but when you see it the payoff is going to be monstrous." "Yeah, Clyde already told me that this was a possibility," Donny revealed, "so I can't say it's THAT much of a surprise." "Just be patient boys. You still have your jobs here." "Have you looked into the civilian sector yet?" "No. I want to see what the tests say first so that we know what we're playing with. The heads of all the airlines will be invited to observe those particular tests once we get clearance from the Pentagon to let them. There may be noise issues with the added thrust your process generates, Steven, that might keep this a military only application, but we'll just have to see. There is also the possibility that we might be able to come up with a mitigation strategy." Mr. Stevenson hoped.

"The other problem is that if that fuel and processor require structural or infrastructural changes, it's hard to see the airlines going for it under current conditions. They basically fly everything until the aircraft is pretty much like a beater car and I don't think they would like to be compelled to purchase a new generation of aircraft unless they can shake down the public, which is already fed up with being nickeled and dimed to death by them, for the money in some way. If they then can't get it from the public, then they would have to ask Congress for subsidies and, with the way the airlines have treated the traveling public like shit, I'm not sure they could get them. I mean, how do you go to your district and rationalize a subsidy for the assholes at Delta, for example?"

"There is another possibility, Mr. Stevenson," Steven jumped in. "The private jet business is highly inefficient in a sense. You need at least one pilot, maybe two, plus a multimillion dollar plane and $10-100,000 roundtrip to use them for one or two passengers. What would be ideal are pod planes that could be launched from the parking lot of your business after clearance from air traffic control and then use GPS to steer it remotely at 500-600 mph to its destination. You could have the passenger take a sleeping pill so that he or she wouidn't mind the cramped space. That way, the traveler would arrive fully rested and then could leave as soon as possible from any nearby parking lot."

"That's a wild ass idea, Steven, but think of the infrastructural demands. It would take hundreds of billions to make that work. I mean, we can't even pay to update an air traffic control system that is barely different from what it was in 1965." "But you know what, Clyde?" Mr. Stevenson said, "there was a time when it looked like there would never be an interstate highway system because the Republican Party and conservative democrats were against the expense. However, as soon as Eisenhower said it was to promote national defense, then they found the will for it in Congress. So who knows? Crazier shit has happened."

"Listen," Mr. Stevenson propounded, "even if the idea seems unworkable, I think we need to cover it from an intellectual property standpoint. So you guys get together and try to make this work. It may come to nothing, but we gotta definitely explore it just in case." "Mr. Stevenson, do you want to start an aircraft company?" "Fuck no, Steven, but we might have to if this thing appears as if it might bear fruit. I just wonder how much we're going to have to pay the first human who we can get into one of these planes or rockets or whatever form it takes." "There are going to be bigtime security concerns, here, too, you guys," Clyde interrupted. "Well, whatever," Mr. Stevenson reacted irritably. "Let's fly this idea around for a while and see if it gets us anywhere. And yes Steven, I definitely want a stake in this. Not as far as my firm goes, but as a private investor if the proposal shows promise. This might be something good to will to my kids down the line. Let's touch base on this the week of the tests for your fuel processor and the other stuff that comes with it, Steven." "Listen Mr. Stevenson, I want Donny, my dad and Clyde protected here, too, so we gotta think how we're going structure the company we'll have to set up so that they get paid fairly." "I don't think that will be much of a problem on my end, Steven, We could pay them as consultants with a gross income stipulation for the project that they would cream off. It has to be said, though, that we may have to bring in VC's and they're going to want blood. I don't see how we come out of this with control of the company per se in that instance, but that kind of talk is premature anyway."

"By the way Donny, I have something I need to discuss with you later on. Give me a call when you get home. Say hi to Yoriko for me, too." "You got it Steven." "What's that about, Steven?" Mr. Stevenson wondered. "It's an idea I've been kicking around for a while but I'm still a little shaky on the end details, especially getting the chemical processes correct. I'm going to bring some of my Cal Tech buddies in on it, too, because there are a whole lot of complex questions to be resolved. Once I get a coherent hold on it, I'll brief you on it. But if it works like I think I can, we're going to set up an independent firm to produce it since this is totally outside the scope of what your company does Mr. Stevenson." "Cool. See you guys later. "Say hi to Arlene and your wife for me Mr. Stevenson," Steven requested. "I will Steven. Give my best to Haruko and her family."

That night, Haruko received a phone call. "Hello?" "Hi Mistress Haruko. This is Donny. How are you tonight?" 'HI Master Donny! I'm doing great!" "Mistress, may I speak with your property?" 'Yes you may Master Donny. Please hold for just a second." "She handed the phone to Steven." "Hi Master Donny." "Hi Stephanie. So what is it that you wanted to discuss?" Steven began to give a proposal on how to soup up solar cells and extend their application and output, delving into what he understood about the possible processes to do that. "That's a highly original way of looking at that question, Stephanie. If you can give me a couple of days, I'd like to examine what you have in mind and confirm what I know or think I know about the possibilities of some of that." "No problem. I'll be organizing my group at Cal Tech tomorrow and I'll keep you abreast of what's going on." "Great, Stephanie. Talk to you then." Okay Master Donnie. Take care."

"So you have another project going on in addition to the one you just told me about?" "Yes Mistress. But this one is more in Donny's area of expertise and so I'm not at a point yet where I feel I can take leadership of it. But if it works like I think it can, the company we'll form out of it will be one of the biggest in the world overnight and we could very well reduce Exxon to a memory." "Wow! That's pretty ambitious, Stephanie." "Yeah. I just hope I'm not wasting my time with it."

Two days later, Donny called Steven. "I checked into the viability of some of the ideas you have for the solar cell project. From what I gleaned, there is definitely enough there to go forward for a full investigative project," Donny said. "That's not to say I think it's a slam dunk, but there's some intriguing possibilities here," he elaborated. "Thanks for that Master Donny. I assembled the ad hoc research team at school and they're pretty much of the same opinion, but the possible rewards are so huge that they definitely want to explore it." "We should probably put a company together to protect ourselves and so we have some rubric under which to operate," Donny suggested. "Yeah, I'm still trying to think up 1 name for one. We'll have to kick that around the next time we get together."

"I really love how you're keeping at it, just constantly pushing ahead, Stephanie," Haruko complimented. ":"It's all to impress you Mistress." "But there's a limit to that, Stephanie. Please don't be one of those guys who has billions and yet still insists on going to the office everyday until they die. I want you here with me and think in terms of quality of life rather than striving to endlessly make as much as you can because when you're dead you're money's literally no good anymore." "I agree Mistress. The moment I reach a billion, I'll retire and we'll just focus on raising our kids, traveling and trying to enjoy life." "I'm glad to hear that, Stephanie. By the way, have you taken care of booking the trip for us and my family?" "Yes Mistress. We'll be staying at one of the best hotels in Japan and I've got reservations for some of the more well known restaurants there, too. I'm really looking forward to it." "Me too, Steven. I've never been there and neither have my brothers and sisters. My dad was so busy with his publishing firm that we never had the time to take long vacations before." "That's too bad. That makes me especially glad, though, that I can do this for you. Oh, by the way, Mistress, because I've been forgetting to ask them, when you see Matt and Brandon, can you please ask them if they want to come? I booked it as if they would have want to accompany their slaves just in case." "That's totally considerate of you, Stephanie. I definitely will, Rie and Shiho will be very excited thanks to your kindness."

"Stephanie, I so want your children. I wish I could be pregnant right now." "Me, too, Mistress. We could roleplay it if you would like, though." "Take your outfit and your makeup off, Stephanie." "Yes Mistress." Steven got naked and then wiped his makeup off while Haruko also stripped. They laid in bed together. Steven gazed at Haruko's shapely body." "Well?" she said impatiently. "I'm just envisioning what you're going to look like when you start showing in three or four months, Haruko." he pretended. "God Steven, the thought of it makes me so hot for you. Just fuck me and implant that seed sweety." "You got it sweetheart." Steven climbed on top of her and inserted his penis into her, feeling the velvety compression of her vaginal muscles as he initiated thrusting. "Oh yesssss baby, God, bury that thing deep into me," Haruko pleaded," as she was impaled on his flesh pike over and over. "Oh fuck yes honey, God, make my belly big," she wantonly demanded as his turgid dick slipped quickly in and out of her, her passion amplified by the pleasurable friction she felt inside. "Oh fuck oh fuck, oh shit yes, I want you to cum so much inside me, Steven, god, fuck me hard!" she ordered and he obeyed, slamming his rocket into her pocket with as much force as he could, her legs on his upper back to not just take him as deep as she could, but to ensure that as much of his sperm as possible would end up in her womb and not drip out of her and on to the bedding under her. His pubic bone jackhammered against her ass as he continued lustily shoving his cock into her and then withdrawing it, Haruko feeling that primal need to enlarge her race with another life as he worked up to seeding her furrow. "Oh yes oh Gooddddddd," she blurted, panting and gasping, the idea of him filling her with his life giving spunk making her borderline insane and she clawed at his back as she went over the edge while the walls of her love cave were scraped without let up. "Oh fuck! God baby! FUCCCCKKK!" she screamed, the heat and psychological echoes she genetically inherited as a woman causing her to go into an animalistic frenzy, and he finally gave her what she wanted, his cream gushing into her receptive slit and into her cervix, where his sperm began what would be a futile journey to unite with an egg.

She laid there with a pacified smile on her face. "You're going to be such a beautiful mommy," Steven predicted. "And you'll be such a good father," she countered. He rubbed her abdomen and showed her a goofy grin as she enjoyed the sensation of a pussy filled with warm cum. "I so envy Yoriko right now," Haruko whispered. "I wish we were done with school so that we could start our family." "You and me both, Haruko. If our family is anything like the one your mom and dad raised I'll be a happy man indeed." "Steven, we discussed having two, but how would you feel about three or four?" "Sweety, we have the money for it, so if you want more children I'm on board." "Well, let's see how the first two pregnancies go and then we'll decide from there," she said. "But all the activity in this house makes it hard to ever be bored and I would like a similar atmosphere for us and our kids," she revealed. "Sounds like a plan, babe. At my folks house, it was always so quiet because we would either mainly be reading, watching tv or on the net with just the three of us there. So I really like the energy of your household."

In late March, Steven and his dad were summoned to Mr. Stevenson's home office. "Well, I have some good news for you, boys: the first test of your new weapons system went off without a hitch. We have a more rigorous one scheduled for May. If that one shows as well as this one did we'll be open for business and start taking orders. If it doesn't go as well as we hoped then we'll have to enter into a new round of testing, which could delay things by a year, if not longer. So let's hope for the best." "That's great Mr. Stevenson. So how much in initial orders are we looking at, best case scenario?" Steven asked. "Our marketing analyst told me it could be around $1.6 billion and that should grow as they begin retrofitting the planes of our NATO allies. So minimum, we're going to make a profit of at least $500 million." "Jesus, that means that dad and I are going to realize $125 million apiece out of it." "Yep, something like that, Steven," Mr. Stevenson confirmed. And I thought that the $457,000 check I got earlier this month was sweet," Steven laughed. "Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves boys. Let's just hope the next test goes well and we'll go from there."

Haruko was amazed when he told her. "$125 million? I can't even imagine having that much money," she said. "Well, you won't for long," Steven chuckled. "Uncle Sam will take about $50 million of that, but we'll still have an obscene amount of cash. Some of that, though, will be invested in our solar project so that I will be less reliant on VC's for initial development and testing money so that I can retain more control over the company we'll be forming." "How much do you intend to pour into that?" she wondered. "Probably around $5 million. I shouldn't need any more than that. Then we'll get that back in spades if we start production and use an IPO to make the jump to the big leagues. But that's still speculative right now. And then I'll use a small amount of that to get our aircraft project off the ground if it's viable. Clyde is geeking hard on it. I gave him six months to put a blueprint together on how we'll manage the development of this thing and create an infrastructure for it as cheaply and efficiently as possible." "God Steven, it's so exciting being married to you. I can hardly wait to see what you do next." "Thanks, babe. You excite me every morning when I wake up next to you."

Two months later, the second round of tests on the laser cannon were done and the results were spectacular. Mr. Stevenson had Steven and Tim over to his office again to discuss what happened. "I was talking to Senator Freeman and Admiral Levin and they told me that given the current financial environment, retrofitting was going to be the order of the day rather than trying to create a whole new generation of planes. So boys, by August, after the new defense appropriations bills are approved, we should begin receiving orders. And, from what I understand they are going to be very substantial. We're going to make a killing." "What about the fuel system and shroud,": Steven inquired. "The testing for those won't begin until August and it will go on for a while because we're basically talking about rejiggering some of the innards of the jets, so we won't have a final judgment on that for another year, most likely."

"How are the other projects coming along, Steven?" "They are still in their infant stages, Mr. Stevenson. There are some formidable hurdles to be surmounted, so this is going to take time. Unless we score a sudden big technical breakthrough, the best case scenario for now is when I graduate in another three years as things stand now." "How about the private jet thing?" "Clyde and my dad are geeking overtime on that Mr. Stevenson. I'm sure we can get everything done in terms of the aircraft itself, but the infrastructural questions are really going to decide the fate of this thing." "Well, keep me posted guys."

That month, Yoriko had her baby shower. She was now six months pregnant and was radiant at the prospect of having her and Donny's first offspring. Donny got so horny seeing his wife's belly swelling after one of his sperm took root in her egg that they had knockdown drag out sex every day for the next two months, especially since Yoriko's hormones had lit her sex drive ablaze. As they had talked about, Steven and Haruko began a college fund for the expectant mother's child as their present to her, seeding it with $25,000.

Since it was also just about the end of the school calendar for Haruko, they went out on the weekends looking for housing up in L.A. As she had hoped, she was admitted to UCLA, where she was going to study political science with an eye toward becoming a lawyer if she needed to. They found a nice gated rental home in Brentwood and planned to move into it the week after she graduated from high school. The weird thing for her about the rental deal was having to remind herself to sign her last name as "Morris" on the lease document.

Steven had aced every class his first year at Cal Tech. He didn't have any exams his last day of that term, needing only to turn in a project. He raced back to Haruko's and walked to Bauer High and waited for her to finish her last final. When she came out and saw him standing there, she gave him a big hug and they kissed passionately before leaving the grounds with the other South Marlin Circle neighborhood members. Two days later, he watched her get her diploma before taking her out to Chez Calais along with the rest of his and her families to celebrate.

Nine days hence, they moved into their rental house. All they had for furniture at the time was her bed, her chest of drawers and some shelving to hold her and Steven's books to go along with their clothes and Steven's guitars, pedalboard and amps. They decided to put off decorating it until they got back from Japan. The following Friday, he, Haruko, her family and Rie and Shiho's masters boarded a private jet at Burbank Airport and, 12 hours later, they landed in Narita before taking a limousine bus to their four star hotel. It was the first time Steven had ever been out of the U.S. and he was excited to see what new adventure might lay ahead.

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 31

anonymous — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 05:27:07 UTC

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 30

anonymous — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 21:43:58 UTC

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 29

dandalk — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 06:20:46 UTC

Saturday, there was a package dropped off at the Eklund residence. Maki picked it up and brought it to her daughter. Steven was sitting on her bed wearing his white sun dress outfit. "Stephanie, today you take another step in your growth toward womanhood," she smirked. "Take your clothes off," she commanded. "Yes Mistress." Haruko went out to the kitchen to get a knife with which to open the box. Once she sliced it open, she returned to her bedroom with it as Steven sat demurely on the bed starkers. "Stand for inspection," Haruko directed. He stood at attention and she pulled out a pair of silicone fake, but yet realistic appearing, C cup boobs. She then produced a tube of medical adhesive and carefully affixed one of the fake tits to his breast. She did the same to the other side. "Oh my, it looks like your breasts have come in, Stephanie!" she cackled. "Now don't move for a few minutes." Stephanie could feel the weight, which was about 1.5 pounds, on his body. It made him hard as he looked down on the jutting, slightly pendulous artificial knockers. They matched his skin tone perfectly and had nice little nipples on them. Haruko returned with Maki in tow. "Sugoi (oh my God, that's freaky)!" Maki remarked. "So what do you think mom?" Haruko asked her in english. "They look cute on her!" Maki enthused. "Now she can have something resembling a real figure!" Haruko pulled out a thong that was actually a molded fake hairless vagina and explained how he should put it on, tucking his penis into a slot underneath the top sheath so that a kind of mons is created and gives the illusion of a flattened pubic region. Not only that, but he could piss with it on as long as he sat down like a girl. The vagina could be penetrated, but for all practical purposes, wasn't all that useful if some guy wanted to fuck "Stephanie." Haruko went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of little shorts, a new, larger bra and a belly shirt. Steven put the bra on, though with a little difficulty since he had been previously used to not much being on his chest, and then the shorts and the t-shirt. Maki and Haruko both giggled. "Kawaii (she's so cute!)!"

"Okay Stephanie, go look at yourself in the mirror," Haruko suggested. As Steven walked to the bathroom, he could feel the breasts jiggling slightly. What he saw in the mirror amazed him. Now he looked like a real female except for his Adam's apple and relatively large arms and feet. He was really turned on by this. Haruko walked into the bathroom. "So what do you think?" "Oh my God, Mistress, I look amazing!" "Now you can take the vagina off if you need to, but just remember to always sit down when you use a woman's restroom. In fact, from now on you will always sit down to do it, including here. The exception, of course, is when you are out as a boy." "Yes Mistress." "Also, you will need to clean it everyday. The adhesive for the breasts will hold for three days and you will need to clean the breasts before reapplying it. During the summer, you will be wearing breasts full time." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."So are you happy?" "Yes Mistress. I'm thrilled!" "I'm glad, sweety." Haruko groped his new hooters from behind. "That feels pretty close to natural to me," she said. She turned him around to face her and then she pulled his shirt up and groped him again over his bra. "Can you feel it when I do that?" "A little bit Mistress, but not like you would if I did that to you, I'm sure." Haruko then popped his bra and fondled the gazongas once more. "How did that feel?" "A little more noticeable, Mistress." "Do you get turned on when I do that?" "Not from the touching of the breast itself Mistress, but perhaps I might at the visual. I guess it would depend on the atmosphere and the guy.," Haruko tried sucking on the nipples. "Ugh, you can totally taste the silicone," Haruko reacted. Steven laughed. He put his bra back on and then pulled his shirt down.

'So do you want to go out with your new body?" she grinned. "Yes and no, Mistress." "Show me your clit," she ordered. He pulled his dress up. His penis was totally hidden by the vagina thong, which had a cute little slit molded into it. Haruko giggled. She could tell, though, that he was hard. "So are you leaking precum into the pouch that holds your clit Stephanie?" "Yes Mistress."

Well, it's getting time to take you to Ms. McMullen's. We'll have to take your breasts and vagina off so she can have the waxing done. Go ahead and dress as a boy and we'll go." With that, Haruko showed Steven how to remove the breasts with a solvent before he put on a t-shirt, jeans and shoes and socks.

When they got home after what hair he had on his body had been stripped off by the waxing, Haruko had him don the sun dress outfit along with the breasts and the prosthetic vagina as well as a pair of white sandals. She had him practice sitting like a female, both in a chair and on the floor. He went past the 30 minute mark for both with no problem. "Did that hurt at all Stephanie? And tell me the truth or I'll punish you." "No Mistress. I think my body is finally used to it." "Good girl, Stephanie. You're becoming quite a nice young lady," Haruko smirked. "Thank you Mistress."

At dinner, she still couldn't cut meat with her chopsticks, but she was showing incremental improvements now that he was able to remain sitting up straight in his chair. After they finished eating, Haruko, accompanied by Robbie and Rie, decided to take him out to a shopping mall two cities over. The mall had already closed, so they had him practice walking around it with his back straight. "What do you think Robbie?" Haruko asked. "Well, she's a little too old for me, but in this light Stephanie looks pretty cute," he revealed. "Thank you sweety," Steven said in his female voice.Rie saw a cop car entering the mall, so the four of them left.

"Let's see, where to go next?" Haruko pondered. "Hey Haruko, there's a bookstore not very far from here," Rie mentioned. "Great idea, Rie! Stephanie loves bookstores. Did you bring any money with you, Stephanie because you're not gonna be able to use your credit card." "I only have about ten bucks on me right now Mistress." "Okay, let's stop at an ATM," she told Steven, who was driving. There was a bank across the street from the mall, so they stopped there. There were a couple people in line ahead of Steven after he got out of his car. Neither of them seemed to notice anything amiss or didn't care. By the time he got up to the kiosk, though, a couple of guys were behind him. After he got his money, the one guy remarked, "hey, you're really cute." "Thank you," Steven smiled. "I'm Chuck," he said, sticking his hand out. Steven gave him a dead fish handshake. Steven was mortified that the guy might notice his obvious man hands, but the prospective suitor was too busy looking at his silicone enhanced chest. "I'm Stephanie," Steven told him. "So are you from around here?" he wanted to know. "No, I live in Huntington Beach," Steven lied. "Can I have your phone number?" the guy asked. "It's 555-1212," Steven intoned, hoping that the dude wouldn't know the number for time. He didn't and Steven was laughing his ass off inside. "Hey Stephanie, you slut, do you have to flirt with every guy you see?" Haruko shouted. "Sorry, my friends are waiting, so I have to go, bye!" he tried to wave in a girlish manner and climbed back into his car. They were all howling at what just transpired as they headed to the bookstore.

In the parking lot of the store, Haruko warned him, "look Stephanie, I know you go through bookstores like you were part of a Viking invasion, but your going to have to be more mellow when you're dressed as a girl. And keep your back straight!" Haruko urged. Rie was giggling and Robbie had a shit eating grin on his face as they went through the front door of the bookstore. Steven made a beeline for the science section. "Cool, the new biography of Newton is out!" he whispered to himself, snatching it off the shelf. "Walk slower," Rie warned quietly. From behind them, Steven heard, "wow, look at those blondes! And the brunette isn't bad, either!" Steven smiled and relayed to Haruko and Rie what his ears had perceived and they giggled conspiratorially.

As he got into line to pay for the seven books he wanted, Steven fidgeted because the lighting in that part of the store was quite bright and he was afraid it would expose him through his makeup. The female clerk, though, greeted him brightly, rang him up, bagged his books and sent him on his way. with the other three trailing behind him." "Look Rie, Stephanie is swaggering a little bit!" Haruko giggled. "Yeah, she's really getting comfortable going out dressed up, isn't she?" Rie said rhetorically.

So the following day after they left Mrs. Westfield's, they dressed him in a little gray skirt that was an inch above his knees, a blue blouse, ankle socks and tennis shoes and took him to the Fashion Oasis mall that was 30 minutes away from Haruko's home. They spent a couple of hours shopping and Haruko bought him some lingerie. "You're going to bed to look good enough to fuck now Stephanie instead of just wearing panties or nothing," Haruko directed. "Yes Mistress." As they were leaving the mall, though, an obvious crossdresser approached them. "Hi, he said. "That is the best example of crossdressing I've ever seen, he said quietly. "Thanks me lady," Steven said in his female voice. "Oh my God, how do you do that voice? Is that your natural voice?" "No, it isn't," Steven said in his actual voice. "Can you teach me how to do that?" "Sure! Come out to our car and I'll tell you how to do it," he offered. "Thank you sis!" the guy said. "No problem sweety," Steven replied, going back to his female voice. They went out to his car and he lectured the man on how to use his voice and gave him some exercises to do. "It will take you a few days to tune your voice. Just don't force it or you can really mess your vocal cords up," he went on. Haruko looked the guy over and asked him some questions about how he tried to feminize his face and body. It was a couple of transvestites talking shop and Haruko, Robbie and Rie were giggling at how surreal it all was. Haruko suggested a change of hairstyle to frame his face differently and to try using what Steven was for breasts. "You guys are so cool. Thanks for everything," the crossdresser said, who added, "my wife is waiting for me, so catch ya later."

Once the guy was out of earshot, Robbie started laughing loudly. "Oh my God, it was so obvious! How can he go out in public looking like that?" he asked. "Yeah, Robbie, but he spotted Stephanie's arms and hands rightaway, so Stephanie's probably not much better." Steven was pretty lanky after all the running and exercises had toned his body, but his biceps were the dead giveaway, like it often is for crossdressers. Plus the Adam's apple. There was nothing he could do about it because he needed to remain male for part of his life, especially the haf that involved screwing Haruko.

They went home and recounted the little adventure to Maki and Erik. Haruko then ordered Steven to do the laundry and make dinner. The meal was judged to be "pretty good," but not great. "Well, at least I'm not poisoning them," Steven snarked to himself. After he did the dishes. Haruko told him to take a shower with the silicone boobs, had him clean the prosthetic pussy and ensure that his ass was spotless, too. He stood for inspection when he returned to Haruko's bedroom. She went over his body inch by inch as he stood silently. "Okay sweety, you need to do more exfoliation. I'll show you tomorrow night," she promised.

"Are you reaching a point now where you want to be out 24/7 as a woman?" Haruko interrogated. "Yes Mistress. I still like being really aggressive for the male part of my life, but when I change into the feminine clothes I get a kind of peace from that." "Why do you think that is, Stephanie?" "I thought about that, Mistress and what I've concluded is that it is freeing to get outside of myself. Men are expected to be a certain way all the time and being able to throw off that behavioral uniform every now and then and freelance makes life seem more three dimensional to me." "But yet, I've impressed expectations on your behavior. Do you find that confining?" "I do and I don't, Mistress. It's a different way of doing things. People sometimes wonder where I get my idea because they seem out of leftfield, so doing something different from the typical man thing can add to that by imbuing my thoughts and instincts with a little more flexibility."

Haruko handed him a light blue lace teddy and showed him how to put it on. Then the panties and thigh high stockings. "How does this make you feel, Stephanie?" "Really excited, Mistress, to be honest. "So do you think, if you were a guy who saw someone who looked like you you would want to fuck them?" "I don't know about that, Mistress." Haruko fetched the rest of her family. Maki giggled while Robbie went, "whoa." Ken, the ten year old, laughed. "So what do you think of Stephanie?" Haruko asked Erik. "Well, the outfit is hot. I wish her arms, hands and feet were a little smaller or thinner. But I'm also used to looking at Maki dressed in this stuff." "I think he looks cute, Haruko," Rie said. There was a knock at the door. It was Brandon for Rie. "Master Brandon, can you come here for a minute?" Haruko asked. "Hi Mistress Haruko. Oh, hi Stephanie," Brandon blurted as he suddenly caught a glimpse of Steven in the lingerie. "So Master Brandon, would you like to fuck Stephanie?" "You mean if I wasn't already with Rie?" "Yeah, if you can imagine Stephanie having real boobs and a vagina," Haruko added. "Yeah, if I was a little drunk I probably would." "Okay, thanks Master Brandon." "You're welcome Mistress Haruko."

Brandon then took Rie into her bedroom, hogtied her and skullfucked her, blowing his load all over her face and then leaving.

"Daddy, can you please tie Stephanie up for me since I don't know how to?" Haruko requested. Erik facepalmed. "Damn it Haruko, I'm sorry. I kept meaning to teach you but I forgot. So how about we begin now?" "Yay! Thank you daddy!" Erik retrieved several lengths of rope and stepped up in front of Steven. "Okay Stephanie, put your hands behind your back so I can show your Mistress how to do a hand tie," Erik commanded. "Yes Master Erik," Steven answered and followed the direction. "Now look princess, you want to make it snug, but not so tight that you cut circulation off. This makes the tie look clean and gives a nice contrast with the skin. After Erik finished, he had Haruko look at it. Erik untied it and had Haruko try it. Erik helped her though it and then had her do it a couple more times.

"Okay honey, now that his hands are bound, we'll do her ankles and connect that tie to the hand binding." "God, Stephanie, these stockings really give your legs a nice shape, but your feet are pretty big," Erik observed as he finished the ankle tie. "Okay Haruko, you give it a shot, now. Untie it slowly, look at the component parts and then try to replicate what I did." They spent the next few minutes to have Haruko get the ankle tie right. Then Erik demonstrated how to connect the two ties to immobilize Steven completely. "I'd like to learn to do this, too," Steven said. "Sorry son, but subbies aren't allowed to restrain others or perform other dominant functions on them," Erik told him. "Sorry Master Erik." "That's okay Stephanie. You haven't grown up in this community like many of us have."

"Okay Haruko, untie his hands and disconnect the hand tie from the ankle tie and move his hands to the front and connect that to the ankle tie. Haruko did it perfectly. "Excellent princess!" "Thank you daddy!" "You're welcome sweetheart. Tomorrow, I'll show you how to hogtie her and do a nice little breast harness." "Haruko kissed her dad and the family left Haruko and Steven to their own devices. "So how do you feel immobilized like this?" "Getting kinda high off of it Mistress." "Great Stephanie! You're such a good little girl." "Thank you Mistress." Erik came into the room. "Oh, Mistress Haruko, one thing: guys aren't as flexible as women and have larger muscle groups, so sometimes you can actually hurt them easier than you can a woman if you exert too much torsion on those big muscle groups. Make sure you keep communicating with him when you tie him up." "Thank you Daddy!" "Anytime honey."

Haruko began tickling him up his sides and under his arms until he was breathless. "You know, Stephanie, I've threatened to paddle you in the past and never really followed through on it. I think you might need to get a concrete sense of what punishment will be in store if you defy me." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." "What are you thanking me for, Stephanie?" "For providing a reminder to me that will encourage to make sure I am always devoted to you, Mistress." Good answer Stephanie." Haruko went to her dresser and pulled out a wooden paddle. She prowled behind him and pulled his panties down to expose his ass. She drew her arm back and swung it. THWACK!" "Oooh," he jumped a little, but it didn't feel that bad. She wound up and swung as hard as she could, which carried a lot more pain to his ass when the paddle made its impact. "Owww!" he yelped. She swung again and again, his ass becoming redder and the stinging sensations amplifying with each successive strike. Each impression she left on his hind quarters was making his ass more raw and painful. After 40 swats, she was sweating a bit and his ass was on fire. "Mistress, please stop!" he pleaded. She walked around in front of him. "Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do Stephanie?" she growled as she grabbed the back of his hair and yanked it downward. "Sorry Mistress!" he apologized. She hammered his ass 20 more times and his cries of pain got louder with each assault. She then went after the back of his thighs, landing ten hard passes on them. She swung with all her might five more times and he started to cry, which provoked her to slam her whippin' stick five more times off of his flaming red bottom. She was exhausted, her hand and wrist hurt and she was sweating. She put the paddle back in the drawer and then walked in front of him, where he was weeping and tears were streaming down his face. "So are you going to be a good little girl?" she interrogated while panting in exhaustion. "Yes Mistress," he sniffled. "You better," she retorted malevolently.

Haruko untied him and told him to stand there. She went to the refrigerator and grabbed a paper towel, which she then wrapped around some ice cubes before wetting it. She had him lie on the bed on his stomach and ran the ice cube filled paper wad over his ass to reduce the welts that were on it. After she did that for a few minutes and the paper towel was beginning to shred, she chucked the whole mess into the kitchen sink, wrung it out and tossed it in the garbage. She climbed back in bed, sat with her legs crossed, put a pillow on them and told her to lay her head on it. "So sweety, this has been a pretty big day for you. How do you feel?" "Mistress. my butt is really sore, but this has been an amazing day. I've felt a lot of different emotions and sensations and being tied up was a new experience. I also haven't been spanked since I was maybe seven or eight, but never paddled. So that was interesting. The paddling, too, also deepened my sense of submission to you." "Are you glad I did it?" "Do you mean the paddling Mistress?' "Yes. While I will perhaps be rueing it tomorrow when I have to sit up straight in school, it was new for me and arguably something I needed." "I think you really understand me, Stephanie, and that's really gratifying." "One little psychological dimension to taking me out dressed up, or "en femme," as some crossdressers have it, is that you're showing everyone your dominion over me, but in an undercover way. I find that part of it fascinating and cool." Haruko laughed. "I don't know that I could have conceptualized it like that, Stephanie, but you read that side of our relationship pretty well, I think," she said, as she stroked his head.

"Stephanie, can I ask you something a little delicate?" "Of course Mistress. If you need to know it for your own sense of comfort then of course you should ask it." "Look, let me be honest, Stephanie: I know that intellectually, you and I exist in different universes. I think I'm a pretty intelligent person, but how do you deal with someone who is about 50 IQ points beneath you?" "Mistress, as people, we have to like each other first. There are a lot of gifted people out there who are outright douchebags or Aspberger's cases. Mistress is a fundamentally good, loving person and so that is why I feel comfortable submitting to you. Plus there are all kinds of intelligence out there. The moment we become competitive or overly mindful of or over numbers or grades or whatever is the moment we lose sight of the humanity that binds us together. So while I have some pretty complex ideas sometimes, the simpler we keep our relationship the better. Not everything has to be an artistic or social statement."

"That was an amazing and beautiful thought, Stephanie. When I talk to you, even though I'm only 17, I feel like I'm being pushed faster into maturity when I'm with you. With other boys my age, there is no way in hell I would feel like that. I like the way you challenge me with your brilliance." "Thank you Mistress. That sounded all the notes I needed to hear to feel validated." Haruko smiled and looked down on her slave as she stroked his head. "So what you're saying is that my opinion of you is very important to you." "Yes Mistress. I live to please you and make you happy." "I keep saying it, Stephanie, but you're a good girl." "Thank you Mistress."

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 28

dandalk — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 00:12:51 UTC

Steven sat down to dinner with Haruko's family. He had learned to slow himself down when he ate, but his use of chopsticks in a ladylike way still left a lot to be desired. He could at least sit up straight while he ate as long as he only had to do it for about 20 minutes. "Smile and be more flirty, Steven," Rie pointed out. "The expression on your face is too serious." "The problem, sweety," Erik said, "is that women come to the dinner table to socialize. Men do it to get a job done." "You guys have to learn to have more fun at dinner," Shiho bubbled. "Try to see it as a way to share not just food, but yourself, too," she added.

After they finished, Steven and Haruko went back to her bedroom and she had him do some exercises to stretch his back out. She then had him walk around the house so that he could work on doing it while keeping his back straight. "You really look nice when you walk tall," she complimented. "Too bad you don't have much of a butt," she giggled. "Mistress, are you sure we're going to be okay at the zoo? Aside from the embarrassment, I'm afraid we might run into some belligerence there." "Don't worry. Me, Shiho and Rie will be there, too, so we'll just kill anyone who gives you any problems," she promised. "Great," he thought to himself. I have to be protected by my GIRLFRIEND."

That Saturday, Steven felt nauseous as soon as he woke up. As he went to make himself up, he wondered how Haruko would make him dress. He didn't have to wait too long to find out. She arose about 15 minutes later while he was still in the bathroom. First, she had him put on white silk panties and a bra. Then she handed him a light blue t-shirt with a teddy bear on it and then a knee length jean skirt, which she then finished off with white ankle socks and tennis shoes. "You're going to need a purse, too," she stated, handing him a little brown leather one she never used. He put his wallet, makeup, lipstick, tissues and cellphone in it and Haruko had him walk around the house to see how he would look. "Daddy, tell the truth: if you saw Stephanie walking around would you ask her out?" Rie giggled. Erik laughed. "The problem honey is that I know he's a boy and so my eyes go right to his biceps and his hands. Plus his feet are a little big," he noted. "Gee thanks, Erik," Steven thought sarcastically to himself.

When the family got into their SUV, Steven felt like he was walking down those last yards to the death chamber. His stomach churned and he prayed for an egregious traffic jam. When they entered the San Diego city limits a little over an hour later, he felt a little flushed due to the embarrassment. His heart was flipping and flopping in his chest. As they pulled into the zoo parking lot, Steven wanted to go bury himself in a hole. "Here Stephanie, let me check your makeup," Haruko said. She was happy with it and so the doors opened and Steven stepped out. "Stand up straight Stephanie," Haruko reminded him. "Yes Mistress," he obeyed. "Listen son, if you're going to go down in flames you might as well do it big. If it becomes a big problem, I've brought a change of clothes for you. "Thanks Master Erik." "Okay kids, let's go," Erik encouraged and they headed to the gate.

As they leisurely strolled about the various animal exhibits, people scarcely noticed him. But as the day wore on, he began to notice men staring at him. "Do they think I'm hot or do they want to kick my ass?" he wondered. His nervousness, fortunately, didn't hinder his ability to talk in a woman's voice. At lunchtime, the family sat down at adjoining tables and Haruko had Steven go fetch what she, he, Robbie and Shiho wanted to eat. Behind him was a tall fairly average looking guy. "Hey, you're cute!" the guy said. "Do you live around here?" "Oh Christ, he's fucking flirting with me!" Steven smiled as best he could and said he didn't, that he was just here with his family, which slowed the guy's roll considerably. It was also now her turn to order from the concession stand. They man at the counter was staring at him. "Jeez, does he know and is laughing inside or does he want to fuck me?" he questioned internally. He got the food, said thank you and took it over to his table.

:"Hey you guys, a dude actually flirted with me!" he laughed. The others cracked up and Shiho leaned over to the other table to tell her remaining family members, who also got a good chuckle out of it. "Stephanie, the pitch of your voice drops when you laugh. You need to work on that," she informed him. "Thank you Haruko."

The biggest test came, though, when he needed to use the bathroom. "I'll go with her," Haruko said and they went into the women's bathroom. Steven was surprised at how messy it was. Not as bad as the men's bathrooms usually are, but nonetheless worse than what he had conceived women's toilets as being. Haruko whispered to him that he was going to sit down to piss because otherwise if people saw two legs facing the john they would wonder what the hell was going on. Haruko redid her lipstick in a mirror while Steven did his business.. He pulled his panties back up, lowered his skirt, washed his hands and he was good to go and they hurried out.

When he discussed how messy the women's head was, Maki rejoindered, "American girls these days are such a bunch of pigs," she spat. "You would never see anything like that in Japan," she claimed. "It would seem so," Steven agreed. "I don't understand it," Rie analyzed. "Hygiene is a huge issue for us because we have more places germs can get into. Plus it just isn't very nice to be a girl and a slob. It makes your family look bad."

They continued rambling around to the various exhibits and Steven found himself relaxing more, even with Haruko's occasional reminders to stand up straight. "Hey you guys, I know a good restaurant in this area. You want to go there rather than getting fast food later on?" Erik asked. Haruko smiled devilishly while Steven's heart sank since he had previously thought that his ordeal was just about over. Maki, of course, knew which restaurant he was talking about and indicated she wanted to go, which pretty much sealed the decision. Approximately 20 minutes later, they pulled up to the eatery, which was actually a steakhouse. They went in and had to await amid a milling gaggle of customers. A couple of guys stared at him, but otherwise nobody said anything before the Eklunds and Steven were shown to their table. "Sit up straight Stephanie," Haruko barked again. They ate then loaded back into the car. "So how do you feel right now Stephanie?" Haruko inquired. "Relieved Mistress. This was definitely the most unique experience of my life," he revealed, chuckling. "Did it turn you on?" "The idea of doing this is a turn on Mistress, but actually having to do it is nerve wracking and stressful." "I saw a few guys staring at you, Stephanie.," Shiho said. "Yeah, so did I. But it more scared me than turned me on, although the one guy who made a pass at me, that was pretty funny. Who knows though, he might have a tranny fetish." Everybody laughed. "That's a cute outfit for you, Stephanie," Rie propounded. "Thank you Rie. I think so, too," Steven admitted. "So you really like dressing like a girl, don't you?" Haruko interrogated. "Yes Mistress." "Why?" "Because dresses are really comfortable. You can get a little bit of a breeze up there on a hot day." "Yes, that's true," Haruko agreed. " "But you also get guys trying to look up there."

"How did I do walking, sitting and eating today?" Steven wanted to know. "You did okay under the circumstances. You're eating slower and in smaller bites and taking more time. But you still have work to do," Haruko evaluated. "Haruko, we need to get him some boobs, too," Shiho asserted. "Stephanie, tonight, we'll go online and see if we can find you some fake boobs," Haruko giggled. "We need to give you more of a figure." "Thank you Mistress."

When they got home, Steven asked for permission to take a shower and Haruko granted it. However, he had to wear panties and a bra when he exited the bathroom. He fell into bed and let out a long sigh of relief while Haruko went to take her shower. He couldn't believe that he had spent the whole day out in public dressed as a woman without getting his ass kicked or people laughing at him. When Haruko came back into the bedroom and unwrapped the towel she had hidden her body in, Steven asked her to remain naked and sit down with him. Haruko smiled and acceeded to his request. He wrapped his left arm around her and smiled. She smiled back and they began kissing. He looked at her silently while stroking her left cheek with his righthand. An obvious bulge formed in his panties. "Mistress, do you think my appearance as a woman was convincing?" "It may have been more convincing for some people than others, Stephanie, but nobody screamed when you went into the women's bathroom, so maybe it was. I thought you looked adorable myself. But like daddy said, you still have those man hands and the obvious male biceps. There's nothing that can be done about that. Do you want men to be turned on by you when you go out as a female?" "I have to admit, Mistress, that part of me wants that for the lulz. But other guys who approach me may suss out that I'm actually male and they would get so furious they would beat me up or worse." "What if a really hot guy hit on you and asked you to suck his cock?" "I wouldn't do it unless you ordered me to do it Mistress." "Why not?" "Because my body belongs to you, not me." "Good answer, Stephanie. But if I told you to let a guy fuck you would you do it?" "If he wasn't too gross I would, but only as long as he used a condom." "What kind of guy would you want me to have fuck you?" "Mistress, if you feel you want to watch a guy fuck me, I would prefer a guy who isn't very hairy and who doesn't have facial hair or tattoos and it would be great if his cock and balls were shaved." "Would you want to be fucked by a young guy or older guy?" "The age doesn't matter as long as he was decent looking to me." "It's too bad I don't know any gay or bi guys who i can trust to have fuck you, Stephanie. The feel of a penis inside you is wonderful."

"Mistress, you're my dominant, but how do you feel when we have sex? It seems that women are mostly physically built for submission. The only time that isn't true is when you're on top, but that's about it." "You know what Stephanie? I don't think about that. You tore me up pretty good the other day when you did me doggy and then missionary style, but I was more concerned about enjoying myself and taking that beautiful big cock you have between your legs than determining, 'well, should I use this position because it's more dominant and forego this other position because it requires me to be under the guy?' and all that crap. Besides, I like the feel of your weight on me and it's hot when you display how much more powerful the male body is than the female one. I guess I'm not as dominant as some other girls, but I have to do what's right for me. Besides, you're very obedient and so I don't have to use denial as a tool to get you to do things for me. Now if you become more defiant then yes, I will pull the denial card out of the deck. Also, I love sex and I think it deepens our intimacy when you cum inside me, so I'm not going to deny myself by denying you for long periods of time. Plus, I love you." "I love you, too, Mistress. I hope that when you see that engagement ring on your finger everyday you comprehend how much love I was feeling for you when I bought it. It makes me so happy to see you glad to wear it in front of everybody every day. It's really validating." "I'm glad you feel that way, Stephanie. To be honest, to me, it's not just a symbol of your love for me, but it tells me that I have someone I can depend on and who will always be there backing me up. That's really comforting and that I get to do it at such an early age just makes me want to pinch myself."

Steven scooted himself to the head of the bed and laid his head on the pillow. "Mistress, may I please have the honor of your head on my shoulder?" "Yes you may, Stephanie." "I love holding my Mistress and showing how much I love her. I hope my shoulder is as comfortable for you as it is fun for me to cuddle you." "Steven, what planet are you from? I wish there were more guys like you." "Thank you Mistress."

When they woke up in the morning, Haruko released Steven from his duties for the day and let him dress however he wanted. He used some of that time to play guitar, though nonetheless still in panties and a bra, while Haruko opened her laptop and ordered a couple of things off the internet for him. "You really like those panties, huh babe?" "Yeah. I'm so used to them that it feels weird now when I'm not wearing them." "Wow, I've really trained you well," she giggled. "I guess you have!" he laughed. "Hey sweety, can you play that song you dedicated to me when you did that little concert?" "Sure babe. I don't know if I can remember all the words now, but here goes," and he went into Jim Croce's "Time in a Bottle." "Thanks Steven. That's really sweet." "Anytime my beautiful Mistress."

A little later, as more of the sun shone through the curtains in the room, she asked Steven to stand for inspection. She looked him over. "Hmmm, some of that body hair is beginning to grow back. We'll have to go to Ms. McMullen's this coming Saturday." "Yes Mistress." Haruko called to make an appointment. "Mistress, I'm going running. You want to come?" "No thanks honey. I'm feeling lazy today." "Okay. I'll be back in while." When he came back, he tossed his running shorts, socks and shirt into the laundry hamper. "Hey honey, when you come out of the shower, stand for inspection for me, okay?" "You got it my goddess." Thank you sweety!"

About 25 minutes later, he came back into the room, chucked his towel into the hamper and stood at attention. Haruko got up out of the bed and looked him over. Then she hugged him and sniffed his freshly washed body. "God, you smell so good. I know you like how I smell after I've showered, but I like your scent, too," she praised. He hugged her tight and kissed her. "You so rock Mistress." She giggled and then put her hand over his mouth. His cock hardened instantly. She dropped to her knees and engulfed his unit with her mouth, tasting his freshly cleaned dick as her lips slid up and down the whole of his shaft, enjoying the lightly soapy aroma emanating from his body and the saltiness of his precum, gradually pushing him higher and higher up the mountain of pleasure before he released his burden into her piehole, which she swallowed, before she stood up and kissed him. "God Mistress, that was sensational!" "Just like you!" she grinned.

He pushed her down and slipped her pants and panties off and knelt on the floor. He pulled her pussy up to the edge of the bed and took in the taste of her sex, lightly running his finger on the rims of both of her labia while he slammed his tongue into the hood of her clit, her faintly musky odor inspiring his animalistic imperatives, his tongue slurping her juices and sucking her love nubbin with earnest intent in order to drive her ardor higher and faster than a Saturn rocket until the cork on her champagne bottle of pleasure rocketed across the room, rebounded back in the bottle then blew off again and again and again, unable to contain the effervescence of the sensations he imposed on her. "Oh shit Steven, God," she said, unable to form a cogent thought due to the stream of orgasms that had flooded her brain with endorphins, putting her in a kind of stupor. He plopped himself at the head of the bed and pulled her to him, his eyes sopping up the beauty of her face, body and legs like a biscuit soaks up gravy. They stared into each others eyes for a couple of minutes. "Sorry Haruko, but your beauty does to my brain what kryptonite does to Superman, so that's why I can't think of anything to say.." She laughed at that bit of flattery. "So that explains why so many boys impress me as drooling dumbasses," she giggled. "Yep, you're fault. A man's failures are always the woman's fault," he joked. "I should get my paddle out for that remark," she laughed. "At this point, Haruko, the intervention your looks did on my brain means I can't even spell 'paddle'" right now."

"By the way, Steven, aren't you going to be class valedictorian?" "Yeah, I was, until principal Ellsworth saw the speech he thought I wanted to give. I actually didn't want to go up there and act like I was some big deal douchebag, so I wrote this rant that started with a quote from Johnny Rotten: 'you ever feel like you've been cheated?' and it went pretty much downhill from there so that he would have an excuse to not pressure me to do it. I mean, come on, writing a valedictory that opens with a Sex Pistols quote; what could possibly go wrong?" he chuckled. "So they gave it to Susie Kim. She earned it, so I don't begrudge her getting it. I'm not even going to go to my graduation anyway. It's not like anyone actually wants me there, anyway." "But other people from the neighborhood are going to their's." "That's not really my problem, Haruko. Sorry." "What do your parents think?" "They're resigned to me doing what I want to do. My dad knows how I feel about the herd animals that will comprise the greater part of the graduating class, dumb bastards allowing themselves to be suckered into their own extinction." "Steven, do me a favor: don't turn into a bitter old man, okay?" "Don't worry Haruko. As long as I wake up next to you every morning I'll be one happy dude." "That's good sweety. Because I really love the guy you are now."

When Monday came, it signaled that there was only just a touch over a month left in the school schedule. For Steven, he was glad the ordeal was finally going to be over with and looked forward to being among his fellow nerds at Cal Tech while continuing his relationship with Haruko. For her, though, she was going to hate not being able to see him during the day and it was going to be at least another eight years before he finished his Phd and it was more likely to be ten. On the way to school, she put her arm on his his hip and leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked to school. He could see that she was troubled by something. "What's wrong, baby," he asked. "I'm just feeling a littler wistful because I won't be able to do this with you in the fall," she disclosed. "We have our whole lives still in front of us, Haruko. Please don't be sad."

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 27

dandalk — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 22:50:25 UTC

"Sit up straight," Haruko ordered as Steven began to stick his fork into a piece of chicken." 'Don't hunch over your plate like you're going to shovel it in," she added.. "Now relax and focus on being graceful with your movements. Hold your knife and fork gently. Chew slowly. Don't gulp it down." Haruko suggested. "Watch my mom and Rie and try to imitate them," Haruko continued. "I'm not used to using my muscles this way. I'm not as flexible as you, Mistress." "Well, think about what you're doing as just inviting the food into your mouth, not trying to overpower or dominate it."

They finished the meal. "So how did he do, mom?" "He needs lots of practice," she giggled. "Here stand up, Stephanie. Stand as straight up as you can, your shoulders back like you're trying to show your tits. When you walk, you will be completely erect. Keep your back straight," Haruko commanded. "God Haruko, it's so hard to describe what to do because I've been doing it since I was a little girl and I don't really think about it," Rie noted. "I know what you mean, Rie. I hope I don't drive Stephanie too crazy.," Haruko rejoindered. "So okay Stephanie, you're homework is to walk standing up straight and your shoulders back plus learning to eat like one of us. When we go back to my room, bring a chair with you and we can practice sitting up straight." "Yes Mistress." "Her voice is so cute, though, Haruko," Maki praised. "I think so, too. That is all the more reason for her to eat more gracefully," Haruko insisted.

"Mom, can you teach him how to sit Japanese style, please?" "Oh, okay Haruko," she agreed, giggling. ""Put your knees together and sweep your skirt over them and then kneel on the floor. Sit up straight! Stay there like that and hold it as long as you can. Here Shiho, show him." Shiho kneeled on the floor and folded her hands in her lap, her shoulders back. "See how straight Shiho's back is? See how cute she looks?" "Haruko, borrow one of your father's canes and give Stephanie a little tap when she starts to hunch over," Maki recommended. "Good idea, mom!" A couple of minutes later, Haruko returned with a long bamboo cane. "Try to relax your back muscles while still sitting erect, Stephanie," Haruko directed. "Mistress, my back is beginning to hurt." "Okay Stephanie. Sit in the chair. There is a back, so you will have more support. Sit up straight, hands folded in your lap. Now let's see how long you can hold it."

"Now listen Stephanie, when you are at school tomorrow or at Mistress Lori's, it is important that you sit up straight at your desk because we need to reform the way you use your back muscles or you will keep experiencing pain when you sit up straight. Keep stretching your back if you need to before you sit, but you must sit straight." "Yes Mistress. I'll give it my best shot." "Sorry Stephanie, but that isn't good enough. You will either do it or I will begin punishing you. One month from now, you must be able to sit up absolutely straight for 30 minutes in both a chair and on the floor or I will employ this cane" "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

"Mistress, my back is beginning to hurt again." "Okay Stephanie, stand up." "Yes Mistress." "Now keep your body straight and bend only at the waist while trying to touch the floor. You're hunching. Try it again. Try to turn your body into a jackknife, everything straight up with a fold at the waist. Now, lay on your back on the floor with your head looking straight up at the ceiling and your arms trying to extend toward the wall behind your head. Do you feel like you're getting some relief?" "Yes Mistress. Definitely. "Okay, so tomorrow, before we leave for school, we'll warm your back muscles up and as much as possible you will walk to school with your head held high and your body absolutely vertical." "Yes Mistress. "Good girl, Stephanie. The back is a tricky thing and we can't overdo it. So if you are experiencing pain, you will report it immediately. I will still punish you if you don't have any endurance at the end of a month, but that is mainly to help you focus on the task at hand." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

"Now you learned to sound like a girl. For that, you deserve to be allowed to cum. Remove your clothes and take your makeup off. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Haruko removed her clothes. "You will have sex in your male voice, do you understand?" 'Yes Mistress." After he had gone to the bathroom to wipe his makeup off, Haruko got on all fours at the edge of the bed. "Mistress doesn't want any foreplay?" "No. I just want to be fucked and fucked hard. You may be rough with me tonight Steven." "Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress." He lined his cockhead up and rammed it into her. He grabbed her hips and began to ream the living shit out of her from the outset, almost like he was raping her. SLAP! His hand impacting her right butt cheek forcefully. "Fuck yeah Haruko. You're such a hot piece of ass." SLAP! She yelped as she felt another impact on her ass, making her pant a bit. "So you wanted some cock tonight, huh? Well, you're getting it now, so you better enjoy it!" SLAP! She was moaning and already beginning to pant and that increased as time passed by, his long, fat cock creating the friction that was driving her nuts. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Each of the shots on her posterior adding to the atmospheric intensity. SLAP! SLAP! "God Haruko, your cunt feels so good. You're loving my dick aren't you? You want me to keep giving it to you, don't you?" "Oh God Steven, yes, fuck me, God, fuck the shit out of me baby!" she pleaded. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" Her butt was sore and hot now as he punished her pussy and he could feel his cock getting ready to erupt. OH FUCK STEVEN! AHHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed as a volcanic orgasm surged through her and made her convulse like she had just put her finger in a light socket. "OH FUCK!" he growled loudly as he shot his steaming cream into her wanton twat."

He violently forced her on to her back and then jumped on top of her, still breathing hard as he stared intently into her eyes and then kissed her hard and passionately, forcing the back of her head toward his, grinding his lips against hers. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as tight as he could, stopping just short of hurting her and pushing his lips back into hers, his tongue not exploring her mouth so much as penetrating and invading it. "Fuck, Haruko, I love you so much. Give me that mouth!" he snarled and she gave every bit back that she took. He was in a frenzy and was soon hard again, jamming it back into her semen polluted slit and pistoning it in and out of her, her vaginal muscles clamped around it. "Tell me you're my slut!" he demanded. "I'm your slut!" she repeated and he kissed her as hard as he could while he pumped his meat tube in and out of her over and over. She was being attacked rather than made love to, his feral intensity sympathetically ramping her own desire upward, her legs pressing on his back urging him to keep hammering his fuck stick into her, her breath hot and erratic, which became rasping and then panting and then a warning that she was hitting maximum overload. "God damn it you bastard, fuck me!" she shrieked as she felt the rushing, swarming pin pricks of her orgasm blooming into a body shaking sensual earthquake, her having no choice but to keep accepting his penis until he was through with her, his superior strength subjugating her and taking her for his own pleasure. Five minutes later, she was at the precipice of insanity again, her nails leaving scratches in his back as he grunted with every thrust, those grunts colored by the gasping of his oncoming exhaustion, gasping she matched as another orgasm slammed into her like a freight train colliding with a semi truck. He could feel the boiling in his balls and he firehosed their contents into her, filling her to overflowing. He collapsed on top of her, sated and drained.

They laid there out of breath, his body hot and sapped of all its energy as his spunk steadily dripped out of her birth canal. "Oh my God Steven, I think you just replicated one of my rape fantasies!" she whispered into his ear. He looked into her eyes, smiled, and cracked, "my name is Steven, I'll be your rapist this evening." That made her laugh. "You literally drive me wild, babe." "I noticed," she giggled.

He rolled off of her and took her in his arms. "So did I give you what you wanted Mistress?" "Shit, Steven, that and more baby. I might be a little sore tomorrow." "Come on Mistress, let's take a nice, hot shower and then we can have a nice cuddle afterward." "Okay."

Haruko went to sleep after her and Steven finished showering. Steven, though, still wasn't tired enough to sleep and his mind began to wander as he held Haruko's slumbering form. For some reason, he began thinking about the final battle scene in the original Star Wars movie that resulted in the blowing up of the death star. "Holy Shit!" he muttered to himself as an idea flashed across his brain. He carefully extricated himself from Haruko and grabbed his book bag and went out to the dining room table and began conceptualizing and drawing. He was so intent on developing and fleshing out the idea that he didn't notice the passage of time until Maki greeted him when she went to make breakfast. "Is that for school?" she asked. "Mrs. Eklund, it's a science project, but it's definitely not for school. What time is it?" "It's just before six honey." He got up and went back into his and Haruko's bedroom and retrieved his cellphone and speed dialed his parents. "Hi Mom. Sorry to wake you up, but I need to talk to dad right now!" "Hello?" his father drawled groggily. "Hi dad. Look, I have a major idea and I'm coming over in a few minutes." "Okay, son, Let me get a couple cups of coffee in me." "Will do, dad."

He went back into the bedroom, got dressed, kissed Haruko lightly on the forehead, picked up his laptop and went out the door. He met his dad in the living room and they went into his dad's office and began to hash things out. "Holy shit, son, that's a ballsy idea. If we can get it to work you'll be a billionaire before you're 21!" Steven called Haruko just after she got up at seven. "Hi Haruko. I'm not going to school today because I just got an epic idea and now I'm working on it with my dad. I don't know when I'll be home. But I'm sorry to be away from you. I'll be back as soon as I can." "Can I come over after school Steven?" "Of course Haruko. I would love to see you. But this is an idea that could be huge for us. So I need to be all over it." "That's great sweety. You're serving me by assuring our futures, so I order you to not eat and keep at this until I've come over, do you understand?" "Yes Haruko. Thank you sweety. I love you." "I love you, too, Steven, Good luck with your idea." "Thank you babe. Bye bye."

"Hey Haruko, where's Steven?" Jeff asked. "He and his dad are working on some idea he had last night. So he isn't coming to school." Hearing this, Arlene Stevenson asked her master for permission to call her father. "Hi princess, what's up?" "Hi daddy. I just wanted to tell you that Steven is over at his dad's right now working on something. Haruko, though, didn't know what it was." "Thank you my darling. I'll talk to Steven about it and see what's going on." "Okay. Bye daddy! I love you!" "Bye sweetheart."

Mr. Stevenson then rang Steven's cellphone. "Hi Mr. Stevenson, what can I do for you?" "I understand you have a new project you're working on?" "Yes I do, Mr. Stevenson, but I'm not going to discuss it until after I've filed the patents. Sorry." "Well listen Steven, you're going to give me first shot at developing it, right?" "Definitely Mr. Stevenson. By the way, I need a top secret security clearance. My dad already has one. Can you get the paperwork rolling on that for me?" "Yeah, I'll get the boys and girls in legal to put the paperwork together and I'll have it couriered over to you." "Thanks Mr. Stevenson. I hope you have some extra room in your bank account because you're going to need it." "I love the sound of that, Steven." "You and me both. Well, I gotta get back to work here. Talk to you soon." "Looking forward to it, son. Bye."

When the computer stores opened, Steven and his father went to them, bought the most powerful pc they could find and the software they would need and went home, hooked it up and started to lay out the technical requirements and hardware for the device they were formulating. Time went by in a flash for Steven, such was his concentration, and, before he knew it, Haruko was by his side. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Sorry Haruko, but you're going to need a security clearance to see this." "Ooh, how exciting!" "Have you eaten yet Steven?" "Not yet, Neither has my dad." "I'll make you guys something." "Just some sandwiches would be great, Haruko. Thank you honey bunny."

Haruko went to the store and bought fresh avocados and sprouts since she knew Steven loved them on his sandwiches. When she got back, she and Steven's mom piled on meat and vegetables and Haruko took the sandwiches as well as some cokes into the office. "Thanks, babe." 'Are you going to be home tonight Steven?" "Yeah, but probably not until around 11. Leave the door unlocked if you decide to go to sleep so I can get in." "Okay baby." She kissed him and left.

The idea was fully crystallized and they knew what form it would take, but the main points of contention were the design of the control surfaces for the device and trying to bring the business end of what turned out to be a laser plasma cannon's weight. It would make missiles mostly obsolete for aerial combat. By the end of the following week, they had the problems worked out and submitted the necessary papers with the U.S. Patent Office. Now they would have to wait several months for it to be approved before they would be able to begin even thinking about production. Steven called Mr. Stevenson and arranged a meeting for the Monday after.

It was now the first week of May as Steven and his father sat in Mr. Stevenson's office after having set up the equipment for a power point presentation. They addressed all the issues surrounding the new weapons system. "Jesus fucking Christ! That's amazing and we're going to clean up with that thing!" Mr. Stevenson anticipated. "Mr. Stevenson, I don't think this company is really set up to manufacture something like this on a day to day basis. Yeah, we can build a prototype, but I think our money play here is to build just the control surfaces and then leave the rest of the hardware to somebody else like Lockheed. Of course, we would license the technology to them for a hefty fee." "I think your analysis is on the money there, Steven. Just on the licensing we could make major bank."

"Now look boys, you would have to go a long way to get the financing for this and sell it to the right people at the Pentagon. So let's split the rights for this down the middle at 50-50 and we're open for business." "Sorry Mr. Stevenson, but I could turn around and sell this to Hughes or somebody like them right now for $100 million and spend the rest of my life living with Haruko on the Riviera. So I am willing to give you a 35% stake." "Tell you what boys, I'm willing to go down to 45%. I mean, I'm paying for the lobbying and marketing here and I think that is more than fair." "Mr. Stevenson, 40% is our final offer." "Alright guys, 40% it is. We'll have Mr. Soramino fabricate the prototype and our factory will get to work on the control modules and then initiate testing. Fuck, Arlene really brought me a good one." "Mr. Stevenson, the patents are still pending, so we'll have to wait six months or more until they are granted before we can do any of that, which gives us time to organize the workforce for production, lobbying and marketing. We'll have our attorney contact you with the legal niceties and then we'll be ready to go," Steven said. "God, wait 'til General Foley gets a load of this. He'll cream his pants!"

"Hi, can I speak to a principal Ellsworth?" The secretary looked up from her desk to see two men in black suits and sunglasses standing before her. "Do you have an appointment?" "I'm Detective Dan Lerner and I'm from the FBI. This is my fellow Detective Dave Lugo." "Can I see some ID for that guys?" the secretary asked. The two officers pulled out their wallets and flashed their credentials. "Wait just a second." "Mr. Ellsworth, there are two FBI men out here for you." "The FBI? What do they want with me?" "I have no idea." He got up from his desk and went out into the front of the office. "Good morning gentlemen. What can I do for you?" 'Mr. Ellsworth, we want to talk to you about a student of yours named Steven Charles Morris. He's seeking a top secret security clearance and we are doing a background check on him." "One of our students is seeking a security clearance? Are you for real?" "We're deadly serious Mr. Ellsworth. One of our area defense contractors submitted it on his behalf. So we'll need to see his records and talk to his teachers. Also, if you could tell us who his friends are so that we can interview them we would be much obliged."

Steven had warned everyone in the community that the FBI might come around to talk to them and so they were ready when, after obtaining copies of Steven's school records, they began to make the rounds. They got to Haruko's class and one of the officers walked in. "Mr. Nelson?" the officer said in a whisper. "Yes?" the instructor responded. The officer showed him his ID and asked him to step outside and then peppered him with questions about Steven and his girlfriend Haruko. After they were finished with Mr. Nelson, the teacher said, "Haruko, these men would like to talk to you." "Uhhh, okay,," Haruko said, feigning surprise. "Good morning Ms. Eklund. We would appreciate your cooperation in answering a few questions about yourself and a Mr. Steven Morris. "Steven's my fiance," she volunteered. "Yes, we know, it's in the papers he filed with the government. Now does he have any habits, desires or interests that may compromise him to a foreign government?" "No Sir, not that I know of and he lives with me, too. "Is he gay or bisexual?" "No Sir. I would think I would notice." "Have you ever witnessed him engaging in any political activity that may show favor toward a particular foreign country, communist ideology or advocate of overthrowing the government of the United States?" "No Sir. Steven 's pretty passive." "Have you ever witnessed him engaging in criminal activity or does he have associates that have done so?" "No Sir." "How about yourself Ms. Eklund? Are you a member of any political groups or have you participated in any of the previously mentioned activities?" "No Sir. I love this country, Sir." "Do you have any criminal record?" "No Sir." "How about your parents, relatives and their associates?" Sir, my parents are retired after my dad sold his publishing company. The rest of my relatives are either in Japan or Minnesota or Pennsylvania and I haven't seen any of them in years, so I don't know what they're up to." "So is one of your parents a foreign national?" "Yes Sir. My mother is from Japan." "Has she participated in any of the previously mentioned activities?" "No Sir. My mom is a naturalized citizen of the U.S.," "Is there anything in your background that would compromise you, your siblings or your parents to a foreign government?" "That would be a hell no, Sir." "No need to get excited here ma'am, we're just doing what we're hired to do." "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir." "Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Eklund. The agency sends along its best wishes for your marriage." "Thank you Sir."

"What did they want with you, Haruko?" A student inquired. "They were asking about Steven." "What would they want with him?" "I know what it's about, but I can't tell you. Sorry." "Weird. What, did he hack into the defense department or something?" "No. Don't start any dumb rumors Bryce."And so it went, as the FBI men visited the classrooms of Steven's teachers, both past and present, and talked to his friends. Of course, that fact was spread all over the school being that schools are huge rumor factories.

In his gym class, a fellow student came up to him. "Hey Morris, what the hell would you need a top secret security clearance for?" "Where did you hear that, dude?" "My girlfriend works in the office as as a student assistant. She said two FBI guys came around asking about you because you had applied for a top secret security clearance." "Dude, if I told you I would have to kill you." "Come on Morris, that line stopped being funny before I was even born." "Sorry dude, but I can't tell you." "Are you working for the government?" "That would be a no." "Man, Morris, you're really weird, you now that?" "So I've been told."

When everyone assembled after school to begin the walk home, Steven asked how many of them had been interviewed by the FBI so far. Pretty much all of them had. "Man, they're really thorough," he thought to himself. They had also talked to Mrs. Westfield and some of the other wives. Steven apologized for putting everybody through it. "Don't worry Steven. It's not like you're going to be the only one in the neighborhood to work in that industry somewhere down the line," Scott Delasso reassured him.

Haruko liked that at just 18, Steven had a direction to his life. She also dressed him up again, this time in a red cheongsam with black thigh high stockings and red heels. She had him kneel on the floor to practice sitting like a lady, reminding him to sit up straight. He was slowly doing better, especially as he had been practicing while sitting at his desk at school. His back muscles were becoming used to it.

When his back began getting sore, she had him sit in a chair. "God, Stephanie, you look so cute, Haruko bubbled. "Thank you Mistress, he said in his female voice. After about 20 minutes, though, his back began to bother him again. "Stephanie, you still can't sit for half an hour and it has nearly been a month. So Saturday, as punishment, we're going to the San Diego zoo and you will be wearing a dress while we're there." Steven's eyes got real big and the thought made him break out in a cold sweat." Dejectedly, he answered, "yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." "This is just a first step, Stephanie. When you're ready, I will be taking you out with me shopping, to restaurants and elsewhere. So this practice is important for your development as a woman." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 26

dandalk — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 03:08:43 UTC

Once Steven had finished making the cheesecake and put it in the refrigerator to chill, he and Haruko took a shower together. They spent a few minutes kissing and groping each other before getting down to actually washing themselves. They went to bed and had makeup sex, reaffirming the bond they had. When they arose in the morning and after they brushed their teeth, they held each other tight and engaged in some pretty passionate kissing until Maki announced that breakfast was ready. "So are we okay now?" Steven asked. "Yes we are," Haruko affirmed.

That morning, there was a happy event for the Eklund household. Shiho's boyfriend, Matt, came over to pick her up for the walk to school. He entered the house and met Shiho in the livingroom, where Rie, Steven, Ken, Robbie, Ken and Haruko were getting ready to go out the door. Matt kissed Shiho. "Hey Rie, can you please get your mom?" "Okay Matt, give me a minute." Once Rie had returned with Maki, there was a knock at the door. It was Brandon. He was let in. "Hey Brandon, just in time. Can you hang for a couple minutes?" Matt asked. "Sure dude. What's up?" "Shiho, please kneel," Matt ordered. "Yes Sir," she said, as tears began to form in her eyes. "Shiho Renee Eklund, will you submit to me?" "Oh God, yes Master!" Tears flecked her cheeks as she accepted his entreaty and everyone came over to hug and congratulate her. They then headed to the lawn of Alan Perlis' house, where Matt announced to the others he had taken another as his slave. It was high fives all around from the boys and more hugs for Shiho. "You know Steven, I was really afraid she would find a master before I was in a real relationship. I'm glad I found you, but I'm even more glad Shiho has finally been taken." "Yeah, Shiho is so nice Haruko. I wonder how many kids they'll have when they get married." "Shiho adores children and told me she wants as many as mom had because she wants the same kind of household she was raised in. I don't know if that will be possible, but I hope she can realize her dream." "Me too, Haruko."

That evening, Steven took the plain cheesecake he had made to his parents house. The dinner he subsequently made for them was judged more than decent and they loved the dessert. After he did the dishes, he went back to Haruko's. "So how did it go, Stephanie?' Haruko inquired. "It went okay Mistress. They said they liked everything and my dad thought it was nice to give my mom a break from having to prepare dinner. He was also pretty happy when I relayed what Arlene told us." "I bet. I'm so glad that worked out well." "Well, it never would have happened if it wasn't for you, Mistress. You're the one who brought me into the neighborhood. As you can imagine, my parents really like you, though they have no clue what goes on here."

"Have you been able to find anything that would help you gain a female voice?' "Not really. There are sites selling DVDs that purport to show how to go from a male voice to a girl's, but those companies look like fly by night outfits. I've looked at You Tube videos on the same subject, but none of those really made any sense for me. Sorry Mistress." "It would interest me to see if your demeanor would change even more if you adopted a feminine tone. You are definitely softer and more passive since you began dressing as a woman and I notice that sitting like one has become pretty automatic for you. It's really cute." "Thank you Mistress." "Have you caught any shit for your hair or the way you sit?" "Not really. Most people just ignore me, which is fine." "Mom wants to train you how to eat like a proper woman should since, like most guys, you're just this side of Homer Simpson at the dinner table." "If Mistress wants me to undergo that training I will. I watch the way Mistress and your sisters eat and it's really elegant. I still don't understand how Mistress got to be able to cut meat with your chopsticks, though. I think that's totally amazing." "You grow up with it and it just becomes a habit."

"So how's Shiho enjoying her first day of slavery?" "I haven't talked to her since we left Mistress Lori's house. She's spending the night with Master Matt. So we'll have to ask her tomorrow." "Would Mistress allow me the honor of cuddling her?" "Yes you may sweety." "God, life is good. I'm in such a mellow mood right now/" "Me, too." "Mistress. should we get naked in case we fall asleep?" "Yeah, that would probably be a good idea." Haruko dozed off a few minutes later and, after he set the alarm clock, Steven joined her in deep slumber.

The next morning, while everyone, including Haruko and Steven and her siblings, were milling around the Alan Perlis lawn waiting for the last stragglers to arrive, Steven's cellphone rang. "Hiya Stephanie, it's Rich here. "Hi Mr. Stevenson! How are you?" "Well, I'm really looking forward to this morning, to be honest. "Why is that, Sir?" "Well, we have some problems I want you and your dad to help us with today. Can you call your dad and have him come to Haruko's place and I'll have a limo pick you guys up?" "Let me ask permission Sir." 'Even better, give the phone to Mistress Haruko." Steven gave handed the phone to Haruko. "Good morning Mr. Stevenson. " "Good morning Mistress Haruko. How are you this morning?" "I'm doing great. We're about to walk to school. Anything I can do for you?" "Yeah Mistress. I'm afraid we need to borrow Stephanie again and we'd like to have them picked up in front of your house. Would you be good with that?" "What time do you think they'll be back Mr. Stevenson?" "I don't think they're going to be back home until the early afternoon, maybe later Mistress. I'm very sorry." "That's okay Mr. Stevenson. You have my permission. Please say hi to the rest of your fantastic family for me." "I will Mistress. We'll send over a little somethin' somethin' for you for your cooperation and sacrifice." "Thank you Mr. Stevenson. Have a great day." 'You too, Mistress. And I apologize again for depriving you of your property today.. Bye bye."

"Steven, you are to call your dad right now and you and he will wait for a limo in front of my house. Do you understand?" "Yes Haruko. Thank you for being so understanding and tolerant." "Shikata nai ne (it can't be helped)." He kissed Haruko goodbye as everyone departed for school and then he called his dad, who had to scramble to get dressed before driving over to Haruko's house. Ten minutes later, the limo showed up and whisked them off to Mr. Soramino's machine shop, which was being afflicted by growing pains. Mr. Stevenson was there with Mr. Soramino as well as Cyril. "Hiya guys. Nice of you to help us on such short notice," Mr. Stevenson greeted.

Mr. Stevenson explained that they were having some production hiccups and it was driving up costs. "What we want you and your dad to do is to survey the operation here and see what you can do to smooth things out." Tim asked for a legal pad and a pen with which to take notes. They walked around Mr. Soramino's operation, bounced ideas off of each other and even climbed a couple of ladders to try to get the broadest view of the production flow. Two hours later, they said they had some recommendations, which included bringing in some new machines for part of the shop and changing the arrangement of their production line as well as some relatively minor tweaks. "Mr. Soramino and Mr. Stevenson, we are confident that if you implement these changes you can cut costs by anywhere from $250,000 a month to double that and you'll have a faster production cycle. You'll have some initial cost having to do with imposing the recommendations. We would also suggest you take the savings and hire two more QC guys to ensure consistent quality performance, which we believe will pay off long term many fold as you develop a reputation for exacting, reliable manufacturing." "I'm impressed, Mr. Stevenson. I didn't know Haruko-san was going out with such a smart boy. I see lots of money here." "Yeah, this could really snowball for you, Hide. Are you on board with his recommendations?" "Yeah. I'll get my floor manager and chief of logistics and production on it." "Remember the project I told you about, Hide. We really need you to be up to speed when we're ready to roll that out. Could be a real profit center for you my friend." "And you, too, Rich." "Damn straight there big guy!"

They left Mr. Soramino's shop and went to a factory where Stevenson Avionics produced some of its products. "Okay, you guys know what to do. Call me when you're ready." For the next five hours, Steven and Tim went over the factory floor practically inch by inch, talking to the labor force, making notes, kicking more ideas around. About 4 p.m., they pronounced themselves ready for their presentation. They ran things down point by point, but essentially said that the factory was technologically a bit behind and the division of labor needed to be reorganized and streamlined. "Also Mr. Stevenson, my dad was talking to a Vicente Ramirez and we recommend that you bring Arlene in and interview him. My dad is pretty critical of people and knows the truly borderline brilliant from the pretenders. Vicente's education has been stunted to some degree for whatever reason," Steven began. "He reminds me of me when I was a teenager. I was a 140 IQ kid who got crappy grades because school bored me. It was only after I grew up a little that I acquired the patience to go back to school and get my degrees. I personally see that potential in Vicente," Tim enthused. "Mr. Stevenson, if you're willing to be patient and groom him, our suspicion is that you could have a future high flyer." "Fabulous, boys. I'll bring Arlene in tomorrow and we'll have some words with Mr. Ramirez. Okay ,now let's talk turkey here. What do the dollars look like?" "Mr. Stevenson, I won't mince words. The retool you'll need to do, especially for the new project, is not going to be cheap. But if you implement our changes, we believe that, at bottom, you're talking perhaps as much as $2 million a month in cost savings. You can then take that and put it into mentoring your workforce, especially your new employees, and that will result in even more productivity and, as one of the Wayans brothers once said, 'mo' money, mo' money, 'mo money." "Now we know you don't like laying people off because of the back end costs and possible competitive blowback.So my suggestion is to take those ostensibly redundant employees and train some of them for quality control and jacks of all trades so that they can fill in for people who are sick or can be extra hands when your workload becomes greater, which we believe it will." "Fucking spectacular, you guys. The shareholders are going to shit themselves with glee when they see the profits. Looking at your recommendations, I think we're going to realize a lot more out of it than you know, which is fucking great. Thanks again boys. I'll have my driver take you home."

The following Monday, Mr. Stevenson and several of his subordinates were in the office of Cal Tech President Royal "Roy" McWinson. "Mr. Stevenson, Mr. McWinson will see you now." "Thank you sweetheart." They walked into the academic bigwig's office. "President McWinson, this is Cyril Langford, my projects director, my legal director Armando Gutierrez and my assistant head of R&D Bill Mintz, Cal Tech class of '86." "Welcome Mr. Stevenson, Mr. Langford, Mr Gutierrez and Mr. Mintz. What can I do for you today?" "Well, Mr. President, we have a little problem at our company we think the good folks at Cal Tech can help us with." "Which is?" "Well, let me start at the beginning, Mr. McWinson."

"Right around Christmas, my daughter Arlene came to me and said that I had to talk to a classmate of hers, Steven Morris. I was busy at the time and made a note of it, but I forgot about it until she came to me again and practically at gunpoint demanded that I talk to him. Now let me tell you a little about my daughter: she has a knack for winnowing out the heroes from the zeros. As an illustration, three years ago, I brought her to my office as part of a "take your daughter to work day." She was just hanging out in the office while I was interviewing a candidate for a very important position in my company. The guy seemed like he really had something on the ball and I was pretty sure I was going to hire him. But my daughter came to me once I had shown the guy out of my office and told me that there was something skeevy about him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but strongly urged me to pass on him. She was there for a couple other interviews and was enthusiastic about me hiring another candidate who she thought had "something." That guy is my R&D director now. The guy she told me to pass on was later arrested for child porn on his computer. And so I started bringing her in when I interviewed other potential employees and, what can I say, the girl is always right."

"Anyway, I brought Steven in for a consultation and it proved to be very fruitful, though for national security reasons I can't give you details. I think he's a once in a lifetime talent and he wants to go to your school and for a variety of reasons we want to keep him in this area."

"Mr. Stevenson," the school president averred, " here at Cal Tech we have cafeteria workers who were straight A students in high school. There is a genius every ten feet here." "Yes, I know that Mr. President. Aside form Mr. Mintz here, we have another one we hired from your school just a couple years ago." "Mr. Stevenson, there is no shortage of corporations we have relationships with. So why should I give you special consideration?" "Mr. McWinson, not only would Steven embellish the reputation of your school down the line, but if you admit him, we will sponsor a $500,000 a year Young Innovators award to go to the most promising and enterprising senior as chosen by a board we will set up that will include me, you, my friend General Albert Sparks and venture capitalists Cameron Rondeau and Gloria Barnes. We will publicize this award and thus give your campus what amounts to free publicity.. Moreover, we will bring in three interns from your school each semester and actually mentor them to work in the defense and aviation industry., not just have them fetch coffee."

"Mr. Stevenson, that is an amazing proposal and the money would help seed new leading edge businesses our graduates aspire to set up. I also see that you want to construct a pipeline from our campus to your company, which is good for the future prospects of our graduates, too. It also shows me that this kid seems to be a rather extraordinary individual. Has Mr. Morris sent in his application yet?" "Yes he has, Mr. President. We have already made a substantial investment in this kid, but from a cost benefit analysis, it's peanuts when you have a chance to have a possible next Einstein on your hands." "So what are the legal ins and outs of this?" President McWinson wondered "Armando, I think that means you're up at the plate." "Thank you Mr. McWinson and Mr. Stevenson." Mr. Stevenson's chief legal shark outlined how to set up the fund according to the current laws. Of course, it was also all tax deductible.

"Okay, let me get my admissions director on the horn here and see what she has from him. Hi Mindy, this is Roy. Hey, do you have an application packet from a Steven Morris? She says it will take her a couple minutes to pull it. Yeah, I'm still here." "This is pretty impressive Roy. He's got recommendation letters from Stevenson Avionics CFO Richard Stevenson, Coreline Computer CEO Jack Frazier, Wow, Senator Freeman? Joint Chiefs head General Robert Foley? His SAT score is definitely there.189 IQ? Holy Toledo!. No extracurricular, though." "So what's your judgment Mindy?" "Roy, if that IQ is true and given his LOR's, we should probably admit him. Does he have a girlfriend?" "Yes he does," said Rich. "She's going to UCLA next year and they're engaged." "Okay, so he can relate to people. If you're favorably disposed, Roy, I can have the admission letter in the outgoing mail by the close of business today." "Yeah, go ahead and pull the trigger on that for me Mindy. You're the greatest." "You make it so easy Roy. Take care."

"Mr. President, Bill, Cyril and I here are going to take a walk around campus and see if we can make some friends. Armando here will give you the details of the award. Of course, we would be honored if you were to helm the ceremony." "I think I can find a space in my calendar for it Mr. Stevenson. Thank you very much for your contributions to this institution." "Glad to help out Mr. President. Come on Bill, how about you show me and Cyril around?" "Absolutely Rich."

At 5 p.m., there was a knock on the door of Haruko's house. Maki answered it and saw a middle aged woman standing there with a garment bag. "Good evening. I'm looking for Ms. Haruko Eklund." "Please come in and I'll get her for you," Maki said. Haruko came out. "Are you Haruko?" "Yes I am." "I'm Rayanne Poston from Ford's Department Store. Please accept this Chanel suit with our compliments. We hope to see you and the rest of your family again soon." "Thank you," Haruko said blankly. Then she remembered that Mr. Stevenson said he would do something nice for her for depriving her of Steven's services. Mrs. Stevenson picked it out and had it sent over.

Two days later, Haruko and Steven came home after doing their homework at Mrs. Westfield's. 'Steven, some mail came for you today!" Maki sang. "Oh my God!" he hyperventilated when he saw the Cal Tech logo on it. "Please God, give me this one," he prayed while he tore the envelope open." 'I know you got it baby," Haruko said. "Dear Mr. Morris," Steven read aloud. "It is with great pleasure we inform you that you have been admitted to the California University of Technology.. Boo yah!" Steven shouted. Haruko screamed and they hugged each other. Haruko started crying. "Thank God. Now I can keep serving you while I go to school Mistress!" "God, Steven, I'm so happy. I get to keep you next to me every night." "Mrs. Eklund, let's go out to celebrate tonight! My treat!"

"You know honey, you might want to phone Mr. Stevenson. I bet those letters he had those important people write really helped." "As always Mistress, you're right on." Steven pulled his cellphone out and speed dialed Mr. Stevenson's cellphone. "Speak!" he answered. "Hi Mr. Stevenson. This is Steven. How are you?" "Hiya Steven! What can I do you for?" "I just got a letter from Cal Tech today and I've been admitted!" "No shit? That's fucking great kid! Congratulations!" "Thanks Mr. Stevenson for all your help in making this happen. Now Haruko and I can still live together during college. She's so happy you wouldn't believe it." "That's great Steven. Can I speak to your Mistress?" "Yes Sir. Hold on." He handed the phone to Haruko. "Hi Mr. Stevenson. Thank you so much for being so kind to Steven. You've done so much for us," she said, beginning to weep. "Mistress Haruko, I owe you bigtime. Your boyfriend has made me and Mr. Soramino millions of dollars, and that is just in the very short term. It's all because you brought him into the club's orbit. I can't tell you specifically what it will be, but just before you guys start school in the fall, you're going to get a very nice present. Also Mistress Haruko, my wife wants to take you shopping and for lunch at Chez Calais.. I'll get with her tonight and then I'll have her call you. Is that okay?" "Thank you Mr. Stevenson. That's wonderful. It's all due to Steven's talents, though. I admire him so much." "Well, be good to each other. I know he is so into you it's wacky Mistress. Considering how beautiful and intelligent you are, who can blame him?" "Thanks Mr. Stevenson, that's really nice of you to say." "Take care Mistress. Say hi to your beautiful mom, Master Erik and your brothers and sisters." "I will Mr. Stevenson. Thank you again." "Always here to help Mistress."

"Steven, take your clothes off and wait for me in the bedroom." "Yes Mistress." Haruko went and took a shower because she knew how much Steven loved the way she smelled when she was freshly bathed. When she was done, she tied her hair up in pigtails and returned to her bedroom. As he sat demurely on the bed, his legs closed, she straddled him and sat in his lap, hugging him tightly. He became instantly hard as he felt her soft breasts against his chest. "Steven, God, I love you so much right now," she said, pulling her body up a little bit, grasping his cock and then impaling herself on it. He let out a moan. "God, that feels so good when you have me spiked liked that," she admitted. "God Mistress, you smell so good, he quietly sighed, kissing her neck and inhaling the scent of the shampoo she used on her hair. He enjoyed the sensation of her soft skin against his as his dick remained buried in her. He stroked her left cheek with his righthand while looking into those bewitching brown eyes. He ran his hands up and down her slim body. "Mistress, seeing you happy thrills my heart," he said, as he grasped her hips and very gently rocked them back and forth, the movement stirring his cock inside of her enough to keep him stiff. They began kissing and he mixed soft kisses with harder ones. tracing her lips with his tongue and then driving it deep into her mouth. He gave her a series of short pecks and she smiled in between each one. "Mmmm, yes, she purred in his ear as her hips began to leisurely undulate back and forth."

But then something funny happened. Arisa, Takashi and Mina came to the door and Maki let them in. They immediately headed for Haruko's bedroom, where they saw her impaled on Steve's cock. "Sorry to interrupt you guys," Takashi declared. "It's okay Tak," Steven said even as he remained joined with his Mistress. "Mistress Haruko, may I speak to your property?" "Yes you may, Master Takashi." "Thank you Mistress Haruko. Stephanie, I talked to my dad last night and I just wanted to thank you and your father for what you've done for us. I want to inherit my dad's shop someday and I hope you will stay around to help us occasionally." "My pleasure Master Takashi. You have a great family and I am more than glad to do the little I've done to keep it prosperous." "Mistress Haruko," Takashi intoned," thank you for bringing Steven into our neighborhood. We are forever in your debt." "Tondemonai yo (don't be silly)!" Haruko answered. All three of them hugged Haruko and Steven and then left.

"That was pretty funny," Steven remarked. "Yeah, but it's nice of you to help good people," Haruko cheered. Steven picked her up and dragged her to the middle of the bed with him and he laid flat on his back. She continued wiggling her hips and stirred his cock inside of her, letting out a long moan. She stopped briefly to look down at him and brace herself with her hands against his chest. Then she rocked and pumped her hips hard and fast and brought herself off to an intense orgasm before he spooged his load into her sperm catcher. "I'm so happy right now," he told her. "I have a beautiful Mistress who loves me for me, my abilities are recognized rather than derided, I've got some money in the bank and I'm going to go to one of the country's finest universities." "Yeah, both of us have it pretty good," Haruko echoed.

Once Haruko's dad got home, Steven took the entire Eklund family as well as his parents out and they stuffed themselves on Italian food. When Steven returned to Haruko's home, he asked, "Mistress, may I use my laptop? I want to do some research so that I can continue to try to change my voice for you." "Yes you May, Stephanie." "Thank you Mistress." She watched television as he read copious information about the anatomy and physiology of the throat and mouth and took voluminous notes. Haruko thought it was gross when he watched video of the larynx moving while someone was speaking and then researched information on the physiological differences between the female and male voice. Over the next few days he listened to the voices of the girls around him and attempted to do impressions of them when he was alone. He also paid attention to inflection, the syntactical choices of the sexes and pitch.

Then it suddenly struck him what was going on, aside from the structural differences of the vocal cords in men and women. He began to gradually "tune" his voice while standing against the washing machine in the Eklunds' garage so he wouldn't drive them nuts by doing it in the house and adjust his breathing until just the right quality emerged to where it would sound natural. He didn't tell Haruko about it, though, until the next day, which was a Tuesday during the first week of April. As usual, they went home from Mrs. Westfield's, whereupon he changed into a little light blue skirt, white blouse, white thigh high stockings and heels. "Do I look cute Mistress?" he said in the new female voice he had so assiduously cultivated. "Oh my God Stephanie! You did it!" "Yay!" Steven cheered. "From now on, when you're with me, you're not allowed to use your male voice, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," he chirped. Haruko called her sisters and her mother in to hear his new voice. "That's amazing!" Rie bubbled. "Thank you Rie honey/" he coquettishly acknowledged.

"Okay Stephanie, we're going to teach you how to eat like a Japanese woman, so watch us carefully at dinner and try to imitate us. Yes Mistress." "Mistress Haruko, as long as she's just about there, it wouldn't really look right that we let her body language to be like a man's any longer." "Rie, I'm so afraid he'll get queer bashed or mistaken for gay if he gets too good at moving like a woman and attains a point where he can't toggle between moving and gesturing like a man and a woman.. It's just like his sitting like a woman now. It doesn't really feel comfortable for him anymore to sit like a man." Steven raised his hand. "Yes Stephanie? "Mistress, when I sit like a woman, it feels really elegant and pretty to me and the sitting style when I sat like a man seems boorish to me now." "See what I mean Rie? He is so internalizing being a woman that he can no longer sit like a man." "I wish I could tell you what to do about this Haruko. Stephanie looks really cute sitting there with her legs lined up at an ankle and her hands in the lap like you and I sit. So now that he can talk like us, I would really like to see him be able to at least gesture like us." Steven raised his hand. "Yes Stephanie?" Mistress, I would like to express my gratitude to Rie for her kind thoughts about my appearance and demeanor. But I do think Mistress is correct. The deeper I get into being a female, even though it is largely just external, the more I enjoy it." "Do you wish you had breasts and a vagina now Stephanie?" Haruko interrogated. "Not really Mistress. Yes, there is the curiosity factor. However, inside, no matter how much I might like dressing and moving like a woman, I still think like a male and like having a penis and you like me as a boy dressing and acting like a girl, not as a natural born girl. So I'm not going to go the tranny route in this lifetime."

Maki called the family to dinner and the next phase of Steven's feminization began.

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 25

dandalk — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 07:52:29 UTC

Cecil and Arisa went to her house after the party and he gave her a massage. "Thank you Master. Your cocktart really needed this." "Just maintaining my property love," he chuckled. He worked on her for an hour, manipulating her muscles at a leisurely pace. Once he was done, she took a shower and then they climbed into bed together, Cecil holding his 14 year old slave close to him. "Please relax and if you want to go to sleep darling you may do so." "Thank you Master." She eventually nodded off and, after holding her a while longer, he slowly got out of bed and went home.

Sunday, as Haruko said, she and Steven went to Ms. McMullen's beauty shop. Steven waited quietly on his knees in front of Haruko as she sat in a chair reading the L.A. Times. She let Steven have the entertainment section as he waited for the Mistress of the house to attend to him. "Mistress Haruko, please have your property report to the platform." "Thank you Mistress," she said, as he scurried on to the platform after removing his shoes and socks so that she could inspect his toenails." "Mistress Haruko, I think he's ready to have his hair done today. I'll take him out into the front of the shop and have Alicia wash his hair first and then I'll style it when it's ready." "Thank you Mistress. Sorry to be so much trouble." No problem Mistress Haruko. It's great seeing you again." "Master Ethan, please have your property report to the platform." "Thank you Mistress," he said, as Aya skipped over to have her nails examined. "Master Ethan, your property only requires just a little bit of a trim and then we'll send her over to Thuy.": "Thank you Mistress. Sorry to harry you when you're so busy." "It comes with being in business Master Ethan and I hope you will harry me more in the future." 'Thank you for your generosity Mistress."

Ms. McMullen cleaned up some small unevenness in Aya's hair and then had her romp over to her nail specialist Thuy. Steven was now ready to have his hair done and Ms. McMullen took her time with it, parting it dead center and then evening it out, trying to have it frame his face in an androgynous way. She called it "a modified Roger Daltrey. or butched up Farrah Fawcett." Steven was pleased with it and Haruko thought it made him look a lot hotter.

Monday morning as she sat in class, Haruko kept gazing at her engagement ring like she couldn't believe it was hers. She felt so lucky and grateful as she looked at her fellow students, who wouldn't know who they were going to spend the rest of their lives with for a decade or more, maybe never. She also had her betrothed fully under her control and he was already established economically. She wondered just how much loot they would realize when those new generation navigation systems Steven and his father created began to go into airliners and fighter jets in a year or two. It seemed surreal. "Haruko! Haruko!" "Huh, oh sorry Mr. Williams, I didn't hear the question." "Maybe you need to stop looking at your ring so much and paying more attention." "Sorry. I just got engaged yesterday and I'm still kinda in shock about it." "Uh, well, congratulations." "Thanks," she smiled. "So who are you going to marry Haruko," one of the other girls asked. "Steven Morris." "Steven Morris? Really? Ooookay," she echoed dubiously.

In her second period class, one of the girls asked why she was wearing such an expensive looking ring to school. "Because I got engaged yesterday," Haruko sang. "Why? Are you pregnant?" "No." "You're not still going out with that faggot Steven Morris, are you?" one of the boys blurted. "Yes I am and I am totally happy about it." "What, does he have a ten inch dick or something?" "No. His is eight, sweety." "Steven Morris has an eight inch cock? You wouldn't know it looking at him. The guy is a total loser." This caused Haruko to cackle. "I'll remember you said that, Jason, when I see you working the cash register at the car wash when you're 35." Then she laughed again.

In third period, one of the girls asked if that was an engagement ring. "Yes it is." "So who's the lucky guy Haruko?" "Steven Morris" "Haruko, girl, come on. A beautiful women like you can do better than that. I mean, really. Like yuck." "Isn't your family already rich Haruko? Why do you need him?" "He gives me everything I need. He's so great." "I know for sure he ain't rich, so what's the appeal?" "He's such a sweety. and he's so smart." "Yeah, he's smart, but God, ewwww! I wouldn't want that on top of me at night," another girl interjected "Said the girl with the boyfriend of the month club," Haruko riposted. "Are you calling me a slut, Haruko?" "Did you hear me use that word Carolyn? However, at your current pace, you'll go through every guy in North America by 2015 and have to start hitting singles bars in China." That last line had everybody guffawing. This angered Carolyn, who went up to where Haruko was sitting and tried to slap her. Haruko, though, blocked it and then pinched the same pressure point in Carolyn's wrist as she had the boy in the science lab and forced her to the ground. "That's it Carolyn, kneel for me. That's a good girl. Now I'm going to give you a choice: I can either kick you in the head, knee you in the head, stomp your head or make you give me head. You choose," she said, with a sadistic smile on her face. Carolyn started to cry. "Sorry sweety, crying isn't on the list of options. Choose again or you'll never be able to use this arm again." From where she was seated, she could see her teacher, Miss Roberson, coming down the hall. "Okay bitch, you got lucky. Next time, be more respectful because you never know who you're dealing with."

Unfortunately for Carolyn, she decided to revisit the question in the gym class she had with Haruko and to have three of her friends help her. Her and her companions surrounded Haruko. "I'm going to kick your ass bitch," Carolyn threatened. "Sweety, I have two new choices for you: one, you can walk away or you get to lose use of your legs for the next six months and so won't be kicking much of anything. Choose carefully. There's only one right answer." Carolyn nevertheless tried to punch Haruko, who ducked it, delivered four hard punches to her opponents mid-section. and then kicked her under her knee, breaking it, and putting her on the ground. Another one of the girls tried to grab her, but Haruko, as she came up, elbowed the girl in the face and then a roundhouse kick in the face put the third girl in the hospital, almost killing her. The fourth girl slinked away. Haruko stood over Carolyn and kicked her tibia, fracturing it. "That was for making me sweat, bitch. Now I feel really gross because of you." She then kicked Carolyn in the ribcage, breaking three of her ribs. "And fighting is so unladylike," she added, before stomping on Carolyn's ankle, causing a hairline fracture. "Okay Haruko, I think you got your point across. The ambulance is already coming," another girl said. "Okay Donna. Sorry about the unpleasantness," Haruko apologized. Donna laughed. "That's the understatement of the year." The ambulance rolled up and picked the three victims up, one of them unconscious. When the coaches tried to find out what happened the girls clammed up, saying they didn't see anything. If they told on Haruko they were perhaps afraid that Rie, who was already referred to as "Kung Fu Blondie" by many students, or Shiho might come looking for them. In the locker room after that, some of the girls expressed astonishment. "God Haruko, you're usually so nice. I would have expected that kind of sadistic attack from your sister." Haruko laughed. "Actually, Rie is quite passive compared to me." "That's scary.." "Please keep in mind that I didn't want that." "I know sweety. I saw what happened."

Haruko recounted what happened at lunch. "God Haruko, that's a great line. I'm going to have to steal it," Eddie said about Haruko's "boyfriend of the month club" zinger.

"By the way, Steven, what's for dinner tonight?" Haruko pondered. "What, is Steven making dinner for you tonight?" Brandon asked. "Yeah, Then he's going to make dinner for his family tomorrow." He told them and Haruko wondered if he was biting off more than he could chew. "You know what cooking is? It's a chemistry experiment you can eat," he propounded. The only thing I'm worried about is some of the mechanical stuff, but the seasoning and the cooking isn't that complicated as long as I'm paying attention." "That doesn't sound very romantic, Steven," Arlene Stevenson insisted. "He's making it for my family, not just me Arlene. So it's okay, but if you really think about it, he's right."

After the lunch bell rang and everyone began heading to class, Arlene buttonholed Haruko and Steven and whispered, "hey you guys, my dad's company's marketing analyst just released the numbers attached to that little improvement you made in one of our products. I'm not going to quote specific numbers, but if it pans out, you guys pretty much hit the lottery. By the way Haruko, because this has to do with national security, this is top secret, do you understand?" Wow, really? How fun!" "Anyway, thanks Steven. And you can tell your dad. I'm sure he'll be pleased." "Sweet!" Steven exalted. "My boyfriend, the high school millionaire," Haruko joked. "Comin' at ya live, babe!" he smiled.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully and after he walked back to Haruko's place from Mrs. Westfield's, he borrowed Maki's car and went to the supermarket with Haruko. He already had a chocolate layered cheesecake in the fridge that he made from scratch the night before, but he wanted to buy ingredients that were definitely fresh that day. for the main meal What he ended up making wasn't that complicated per se. It was tempura vegetables, grilled chicken breast on a bed of steamed rice and the cheesecake for dessert. For refreshments he just made some oolong tea.

"That was the best cheesecake I've ever eaten," Erik evaluated. "The chicken was grilled perfectly, but I would personally have preferred just steamed vegetables over the tempura. You have that breading along with the rice and cheesecake the meal gets a little heavy. But otherwise, this was kick ass!"

"For me as a girl, the portion was a bit big," Rie critiqued.. "As much as I love rice, a little less of it and, as daddy said, just steaming the vegetables and slicing the cheesecake a little thinner would have been best, I think. But as far as the taste went, it was really good." "Yeah, I have to agree with Rie," Haruko stated. "Me too," Shiho chimed in. "I don't know you guys. I thought it rocked!" Robbie bubbled. "Yeah, you Americans really need to think about smaller, lighter portions, Maki concluded." "Thanks, everyone. I'll definitely remember that," Steven said.

After he did the dishes, Steven asked Haruko if, aside from needing to roll back the portion sizes a bit, if she was happy with his effort. "I'm totally happy with it, Stephanie. The cheesecake was amazing and the rest of it was more than passable. Not pricey restaurant quality, but I would still be happy eating it again sometime." "I'm glad to hear that." "So what are you going to make for your parents?" "My dad is more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy. He's not exactly an adventurous eater. So I was thinking roasted chicken, potatoes and asparagus. I'm also going to make another cheesecake tonight, but more plain because that's the way my dad likes it." "Well, at least your mom will get a break." "Yeah, she's pretty stoked she won't have to do it. It will be interesting to see what they think of my hair, too." "Well, I really like it. Ms. McMullen has major skills." "For sure."

"So what do you think Arlene meant by "hit the lottery" Mistress?" "I have no idea, Stephanie." "Doing the math in my head, if they wholesale $100 million worth of that device then that will mean $5 million for us," Steven calculated. "I don't really think of that as a lottery level number. It's hard for me to project it out to $1 billion sales and us receiving $50 million from it.. So It's somewhere in between those two figures, I think. Then you have a 40% tax hit on top of that. It could be that they may be able to use it for applications I might not be aware of, like for shipping or something. I was thinking solely in terms of aircraft. If they found a way to get it into cars or military vehicles then the sky is the limit." "Do you think they could get it into cars?" "They definitely could, but you would have to engineer an entire new generation of automobiles, which is a super expensive proposition. Also, could you produce it in a way that it could be put in a car regular people could afford? Second, potentially, it would reduce accidents to such an extent Detroit and Tokyo would hate it. They actually profit off collisions because people are more likely to need, or feel the need, to replace their cars, which means bigger sales. The insurance industry would worship it, though. So if it does go in any vehicles, it will probably be in a defense related capacity, where the budget is, for all intents and purposes, unlimited. We'll just have to sit back and wait for it all to shake out."

"To switch the conversation to a totally different subject," Haruko began, giggling, "if I asked you to suck a guy's cock would you do it?" "If I thought he was a good looking guy and he was uncircumcised, I would probably do it. But it would have to be a guy who I know wouldn't give me a disease." "So are you bisexual, Stephanie?" "No. I think I have internalized being a girl to some degree and that has kinda tilted me toward wondering what it would be like to suck another guy's dick, but it would largely be to please you, Mistress. I'm totally not interested in relationships with men." "How about if I asked you to let a man fuck you?" "As long as he used a condom and wasn't uber huge and he wasn't gross. But again, it would be mainly to please you Mistress." "How about cuckolding?" "That is a hard limit, Mistress. If that is something you just gotta have, I can start moving back into my parents' place right now. I'm actually really disturbed you asked me that."

"Stephanie, don't worry about it. I'm just wondering how far I can push you. I'm not going to bring home another guy to fuck me." "I want you to be honest, Mistress. Is that something you, deep down, want to do?" "Listen Stephanie, I know for a fact that if you had the ability, you would fuck anything that was half decent looking and had a vagina. I can pretty much get fucked anytime I want right now and yet I'm not doing it. I've turned down literally dozens of guys. So don't be so threatened." "What's really funny about that response, Mistress, and with all due respect, is that women usually get angry if a guy merely remarks that a certain actress is hot. 'Oh, so that's what you like,' they whine and then go off in a huff. But here, you're talking about screwing another guy in front of me as if it's among the realm of acceptable possibilities and yet you're asking me to not feel threatened? Isn't that hypocritical?" "Okay, Stephanie, you have a point. I'm sorry I brought it up. And no, I'm not already getting bored with you." "Listen Mistress, I really, really love you. You are so precious to me. But I also don't want to be patronized and I certainly don't want to guilt trip you into staying with me. I know you're feelings are still evolving. Be honest with me and with yourself Mistress. If you think you're beginning to check out of the relationship then boot me out the door now while I still have somewhere to go back to. You won't be the first person who has given me the shaft."

Haruko began to cry and shake. "Steven, I'm sorry. God, I don't want to lose you. I went too far and for that I'm sorry." Rie suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Is there something wrong, Haruko?" "Rie, I fucked up bad. Steven thinks I want to cheat on him and use it to humiliate him. Steven, please believe me. I need you in my life." Rie comforted her. "Sorry you had to see your sister cry, Rie. I think it's best if I go to my parents place." "Steven, don't. Haruko does love you. She collared you and accepted your proposal for a reason. Believe me, I know my sister. She doesn't like hurting others."

"Okay, I'm sorry I played the victim card like I did. That wasn't very manly of me. Mistress, what I just felt is what most women do to the men they are with at some point in their relationships. I hope you will learn from that. Your feelings have gone through a lot of changes over the last six months and I was afraid that they were coming to a point where you felt you needed more than what I was willing to give you. Even with this argument, I don't want you to edit yourself or tip toe around me. I want you to be honest so that I know exactly where I stand. I know you can't read my mind because I can't read yours. But I need to know that I am essential to your life. You're essential to mine, Mistress. That's why I want to marry you." "Steven, sweety, you're the best thing to ever happen to me. You've been so sweet and understanding. I kinda stepped on the landmine of your trust issues and I didn't mean to. I will always be honest with you and I have been since we met. Come here baby and hug me." Steven took her lefthand, kissed it and held it. He then backed away and scooted down the bed and sat against the headboard. "Come here and lay in my lap, Haruko," he said, putting a pillow on his stomach for her. She laid down on it. "That's better." "Steven, Haruko thinks your being a part of her life is a blessing. Always remember that, okay?" "Thanks Rie. You're the best." "You're the best thing for my oneechan, Steven. Please stay a part of our family." "Thanks Rie. I will." "I'm glad," Rie said, giving Steven a hug.

He looked down on Haruko and lightly ran his fingers over her face. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. "So are you going to stay?" "Yeah. Sorry I freaked out like that. It just pushed one of my buttons. Listen Haruko, I know people have a need for variety. So I can't really blame you, in the cosmic sense, if you wanted to experiment. In my mind, though, I just try to live day by day and be grateful for everything I have because so many people don't have jack. It's that kind of elemental simplicity that I think helps to make life enjoyable. It tortures me when I think I might have even accidentally hurt you. I know you've defended me in public and declared your love for me to the naysayers even though I'm one of the black sheep of the school. I'm really grateful for that and it makes me feel so close to you. I hope that the two of us can just relax, enjoy what we have and take joy in the happiness of the other. When I make you happy I get a little buzz from it. It's my heroin. So let's try to keep things simple and be good to each other." "Okay baby," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Why are you crying again?" "I'm so relieved that I didn't cost us our relationship and how sincere and deeply felt your love for me is. I guess it was inevitable that we would have an argument at some point. I think I learned to not be so cavalier when discussing touchy matters." "And I learned that I need to step back and ask for clarification first so that one stupid turn of phrase or bit of overenthusiasm doesn't cost us what we have together."

"It's beginning to get late Mistress. I need to start that cheesecake. Would you like to supervise?" "Yes I would Stephanie." "Thank you Mistress."

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 24

dandalk — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 00:51:37 UTC

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.

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 23

dandalk — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 23:06:08 UTC

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.

The South Marline Circle Bondage Club Chapter 22

dandalk — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 23:31:58 UTC

The day after Shiho and Matt became a couple, they joined everybody in front of Jeff Perlis' house holding hands before heading to school. Of course everyone noticed this. "Alright Shiho!" Daniel Perlis cheered. "Oh my God, I'm so happy for you Shiho!" Aoi bubbled as only she can. "Matt, you totally lucked out, man. Half the school was trying to date her," Steven said. "Steven's right, dude. Shiho's so nice and beautiful that you watch her walk through the quad and you see all the boys and even some of the girls saying, 'wow!' Ethan noted. Shiho was embarrassed by the shower of compliments. "Dude, you need to watch her spar with Haruko or Rie sometime. She's like a ballet dancer, really agile and graceful," Brandon enthused This was news to Matt, who hadn't been told of Shiho's martial arts background yet. "Spar? In what?" he asked. "Shotokan karate dude. Totally badass," Brandon responded. "Has she ever used it?" "No, but her sisters have. Rie absolutely dismantled some chick with a single kick to the head while Haruko used a pressure point to get a verbally abusive guy to lick the bottom of her shoe. It was epic!" "Man Brandon, you better stay on Rie's good side or else, huh?" "Yeah pretty much, bro. She's the greatest girl in the world, so I've never really been mad at her, but I'm not sure I ever want to be," he laughed. "So are any of the other girls into martial arts?" Matt pondered. 'Yeah, Yumi is into Aikido. She dropped some guy who was hassling Steven and Haruko and busted up his ribs." "Aoi, you're into judo, right?" Jeff asked. "Yeah." "We have the most killer girls in this neighborhood, both literally and figuratively," Daniel bragged. "God, sounds like it," Matt chuckled.

Before they left, Haruko put her hand over Steven's mouth. As usual, the gesture made him hard as he took her hand and kissed it while gazing into her eyes. He smiled and folded his hand over hers while they set out for school. He kept looking at her as they walked, something she was used to now since drinking in her beauty was one of his favorite things. Occasionally, he brought her hand up to his lips to kiss it again. He knew she wasn't perfect. Nobody is. But for him, she was the closest thing to it.

Shiho had her left arm wrapped around Matt's waist and her head on his shoulder as they ambled somewhat awkwardly on the sidewalk. She loved having his warm body close to hers on this cold morning and they shared the occasional kiss. She was more relaxed now with a shoulder to lean on. Matt was a big boy at six feet even and 200 pounds with long brown hair down to the middle of his back. He lifted weights two hours a day five days a week and feeling the muscles in his arms and chest was fast becoming a fetish of Shiho's.

Shortly before they reached school, it began to rain. So when they arrived there, Haruko sat on her book bag against an outer wall of one of the classrooms with Steven positioned with his back to her and between her legs. She placed her righthand over his mouth and kept it there, which only made his erection fill out that much more. He was almost in sub space, such was the degree to which he was enjoying her silencing of him. And it wasn't just that, either. It was that her hand was so soft and felt so good against the skin on his face that really helped make this erotic to him. When they parted ways to go to their classes, he kissed her hand once more and hugged her.

Because of it was raining, which made hanging out outdoors in the quad uncomfortable, the South Marlin Circle crowd decided to adjourn to the hallway of one of the classroom buildings, where they sat on the floor, many of them against the walls and doorways, while they ate lunch. When Haruko and Steven had finished eating, she had him sitting between her legs again with her hand over his mouth. Some of the other students observed this and one could see the question marks on their faces. Finally a classmate of Haruko's came up to her. "Hi Haruko!" "Hi Serena." "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" "Sure Serena." "How come you hold your hand over your boyfriend's mouth? Doesn't that annoy him?" "Serena, honey, you know that boys can't talk. Belching and bragging, that's all that comes out of their mouths. Here, let me demonstrate." She took her hand off of Steven's mouth and he let out a long belch. "Hey dude, you should have seen me in battle last night in World of Warcraft...." Haruko put her hand back over his mouth as everybody in the South Marlin Circle audience were almost in tears from laughing so hard. "See what I mean? You know the teacher in the Peanuts cartoons on tv? 'Wah wah wah wah.' That's how boys sound to me," she said, laughing. "God Haruko, if I did that, my boyfriend would get really mad." "Boys should be seen and not heard, Serena," she said, sticking her tongue between her teeth to indicate she was taking the piss. Steven threw his hands up in the air in a "what can I do?" gesture. He grabbed her hand, kissed it and then turned and gave her a quick kiss on the lips." "Yeah, they're basically Penn and Teller," Jeff joked. "Maybe we should start calling him Harpo," Eddie riposted. Serena walked away confident that Haruko and Steven were just horsing around.

"You guys should take that act into a comedy club," Brandon laughed. That was one of the funniest things I have ever seen." Steven tilted his head back and said something into Haruko's ear. In a bad fake Mexican accent, she said, "S'alright?" She lifted the bottom half of her hand from his mouth and he blurted, "S'alright" like he was Senor Wences' fist.

"Hey Haruko, can I talk to you in private for a minute about something?" Eddie requested. "Sure Eddie. Give me a second," she said, extricating herself from behind Steven. They went into an empty classroom and into a far corner of the room and he whispered into her ear. "Mistress Haruko, do you intend to collar Stephanie?" "Yes Master Eddie, but I'll have to wait a bit over a year at least before I can do it." "No, you might not. I got special permission to collar Yuki after she turned 18 and I was still 17 because she was a legal adult and there was the possibility she was going to go away to college and I wouldn't have a chance to collar her until she was 19. So I went to Master Alan and talked to him about it and the board approved it, though it wasn't unanimous. Then another master was able to collar his slave early because of the same thing. Since you guys intend to go to different schools and he's an adult now it might be something you want to think about." "Master Eddie, your advice is so helpful. Thank you so much for taking the time and effort to lend it to me. I'm definitely going to do that." "Killer! Please invite me to the ceremony. You guys are such a cute couple." "I would be honored by your and Yuki's presence Master Eddie." She hugged him and they returned to the hallway. This time, it was Steven doing the holding, as she slid between his legs and reclined against his chest. "Hey baby, can you massage my shoulders?" He immediately and quietly dug his fingers into her shoulder muscles. She purred and she reached back and stroked the back of his head as he attended to loosening her up.

After they left Mrs. Westfield's, Haruko told him he was dismissed for the day , so he went home, changed into some running shorts and took a jog through the misty rainfall, which felt good to him as it hit his skin. In the meantime, Haruko called Jeff. "Hi Master Jeff, this is Haruko. I'm so sorry to interrupt the peace and quiet of your home, but are you available to talk?" "Sure Mistress Haruko, What's up?" I was talking to Eddie earlier in the day about collaring Steven and, well, I'm not going to be 18 until a year from February. By that time, Steven will be away at college. Since he's already 18, I was wondering if Master Alan and the board would grant me permission to collar Steven before I turn 18." "I understand your predicament Haruko and I think dad will be pretty sympathetic. There's a board meeting Friday. I'll talk to him after he gets home from work tonight and either he or I will get back to you with whether or not he'll present your proposal before the board." "Master Jeff, that would be so kind of you and Master Alan. Again, please accept my apologies for taking so much time out of your already busy day." "Always great to talk to you Haruko. That little exhibition you put on with Steven today was super funny, too. So take care." "Thank you Master Jeff. Bye bye."

At just before nine that night, Haruko's cellphone rang. "Hi Mistress Haruko! How are you tonight?" "Hi Master Alan. I was just doing some kata with my family to stay loose. How about you?" "Just hangin' around, takin' it slow, like the song says." "That sounds very relaxing, Master Alan." "Oh yeah, especially with my sweet Lynn here. Anyway, you wanted permission to collar Steven early because he's going to a different college than you and he's already 18?' "That's correct Master Alan." "It looks like you've got him pretty well trained. I asked Jeff and Yumi about your relationship and they seem to think it's on pretty solid ground. I still have to survey everyone else before I can give you an absolute final answer, but from what I know about you and Steven, especially as he was brought in as one of a very short list of outsider honorary members, I think it's likely your request will be approved. However, keep in mind that isn't a promise. The board could still say no if they judge that your relationship isn't at the point that would warrant permission for collaring." "Thank you Master Alan. I'm truly sorry for putting you to so much trouble." "That's why I'm here, Mistress Haruko. Send my best to Steven, okay?" "I will Master Alan. Please say hello to your beautiful wife for me." "I will Mistress Haruko. Please pass on my best wishes to Master Erik and your wonderful mother." "I will Master Alan. Goodnight." "Goodnight."

Two days later, Haruko received a call from Alan Perlis. She was with Steven, so she excused herself and went into the livingroom to take the call. "Sorry about that Master Alan. Steven was in the same room with me and I don't want him to find out yet." "Perfectly understandable Mistress Haruko. Now let's talk about your proposal. I did some asking around with the rest of the kids and Mrs. Westfield and I was very encouraged by what I heard. So I'll present it to the board tomorrow night and I'll give you a final adjudication on your proposal sometime Saturday. "Master Alan, thank you so much for going to all that trouble. I'm really sorry to bother you with it." "That's why I don't get paid the big bucks," he laughed. She echoed his mirth. "Tell everyone in your spectacular household I said hi." "I will Mistress Haruko. Please give your great family my love." "I will Master Alan. And Thanks again."

Saturday morning, which was clear and crisp but rather chilly, Alan rang Haruko again. She grabbed her cellphone and ran back out to the living room. "Hi Mistress Haruko! Alan here!" "Good morning Master Alan! I hope today finds you and your family well." "Oh yeah, they're rampaging like party vikings." 'Sounds like fun!" "Yeah, gotta start putting xanax back in their milk," he joked. She giggled at this bit of self deprecation. "Anyway, about your request to be allowed to collar Steven: it's a go. Now you are going to be 17 on February 9th, right?" "Yes Master Alan." If you wouldn't mind, March 6th is the start of Arisa's swimming season and Cecil wants to organize an excursion to Mission Viejo to lend her some support. How would you feel about going to the swim meet with the rest of the crowd and then we could have a party afterward, at which you could then collar Steven? I think he would be very surprised. We'll have Mrs. Westfield arrange the catering. Jeff, the Langfords and Yumi are already planning the excursion. It could be quite the festive event!" "That sounds super fun Master Alan. We'll also be going to cheer Arisa on, so please let Master Jeff know." "Tally up how many of your family members are going Mistress Haruko and get back to me later today. The earlier we can get all the details in place the better." "Absolutely Master Alan. Everyone is home right now, so I'll call you back in 15 minutes." "Outstanding Mistress Haruko. Give everybody a hug for me." "No problem Master Alan. Bye bye sweety!"

Haruko called her family together and told them what was going on. Everybody agreed to go. She was finally able to get back to Steven , who sat silently in her bedroom in his hip huggers, halter top and flats as well as panties and bra. "Sorry to keep you waiting Stephanie. Yumi and Jeff are making plans for an excursion to go see Arisa compete in a swim meet in March." "Oh great Mistress! She'll love the show of support!" "Yeah, plus it will have been since December when the community did something together. We'll get to yell and scream, so it'll be fun!" "It sounds like it, Mistress."

There was a knock at the door and Maki answered it. It was Matt for Shiho. She went out to greet him and then they began to head to her bedroom. He saw Haruko and Steven. "Hi Mistress Haruko! Hi Stephanie!" "Hey Matt, how's your hammer hangin'?" Steven greeted. "Always to the left, girl," he chuckled. "I know the feeling." Steven returned, laughing. "Anyway, Shiho and I are going to go hangout." "Okay you guys. Have fun!" Haruko chirped.

"Okay, what day is it today, Stephanie?" "It's laundry day Mistress." "That's right. Get to it!" "Yes Mistress." Steven went to Haruko's hamper and began separating out the clothes that were to be washed. He gathered up the first load and went to the washing machine with Haruko in tow and put that pile into the machine and reached for the detergent and put some in." "Very good, Stephanie. You've really learned how to do this. Next week, I will have you do it unsupervised. Don't make any mistakes." "Yes Mistress." Steven turned the washing machine on to the proper cycle for the type of clothes he was cleaning and then he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and go back to Haruko's room. "Okay sweety, while we're waiting for that load to finish, get some fresh bedding from the linen closet and change my bed clothes." "Yes Mistress." He fetched the new sheets and pillow cases as well as duvet and brought it into the room. After stripping the bed of its dirty coverings, he began to resheet it. Haruko watched as he then put the top sheet on and replace the pillow cases. He put the bedspread on and now Haruko had a nice fresh smelling bed.

"You're going to make a good wife someday," Haruko laughed. "Thank you Mistress," he chuckled. She had him dust her bookcases and audio system and vacuum the rug. Just as he finished the last task, they both heard moaning coming from down the hall. "Looks like Shiho is about to lose her virginity," she smiled at Steven. "Do you want to watch?" "To be honest Mistress, yes, but I don't to make Shiho or Matt uptight." "God, I remember the first time we had sex here. You were so focused on what you were doing you didn't notice my mom was standing there," Haruko recalled. "Yeah, that's true Mistress," he smiled. "Come on Stephanie." "Okay Mistress." They softly stepped into the hallway and stood next to the doorway trying not to be too noticeable. They heard Shiho moaning as Matt's tongue flicked her clit, her ample breasts trembling as the pleasurable impulses rippled through her nervous system. Steven's cock went rigid at the sight of the lithe 15 year old's body and exposed pussy as her breathing indicated a rising heatwave within her, her thighs and vulva glistening with her wetness. Matt was naked from the waist up and Shiho's ankles were resting on his lower back while he sucked her nubbing and distended it, the blood gushing into the miniaturized girl penis like it was being given a blowjob. Her indications of pleasure were now louder and more frequent, the pace of her panting like a series of tsunamis before she let out a suppressed scream and began to orgasm. To any male, the music of a woman in the throes of climax is sweet indeed and Steven was enraptured by it.

Matthew kept at it and took Shiho to four more orgasms before he slid his body up the bed between her legs and pointed the head of his flesh drill at her slit. "Okay Shiho, take some deep breaths and relax," he suggested. She did that and he pushed his cockhead into her and now he was about to open her vaginal cavity. He got halfway in and she started to indicate she was feeling pain as her sugar walls struggled to stretch against his dick. He froze and listened to her urgent breaths, her system attempting to compensate for its first penile penetration. He very, very slowly coasted his cockhead deeper into her. She didn't have a hymen because it broke a long time ago during her strenuous martial arts workouts. Nonetheless, he still had to bore a path out of the center of her body and he finally had it in to the hilt. He held it there as she writhed in pain and tried to breathe it away. He gingerly withdrew it and pushed it back into her, her pussy feeling like it was packed by his very thick seven inch rod. 'Sorry that this hurts baby, but it won't for much longer. So try to relax and I'll be as gentle as I can," he told her. He began to thrust in and out of her at a very leisurely rate, hoping that the pain would dissipate quickly and be replaced by more pleasurable signals. Her vaginal muscles had an iron grip on his prong and her cunt felt exceedingly cozy to him as a result. The minutes went by as he continued to slide his meat stick in and out of her. Finally, the pain disappeared and it was becoming more comfortable for her to receive his fat pole. He smiled as he commenced upping his thrusting rate and Shiho felt the first tendrils of pleasure. She was relieved that it wasn't going to keep hurting endlessly. She smiled up at Matt as he endeavored to ignite her love furnace with each stroke of his poker. She felt the intimacy of their being connected by his penis as she received more pleasurable sensations. "God baby, it feels so good," she breathily reported. He ratcheted up the intensity of his screwing of her some more and now heat was slowly spreading through her. Oooohhhh Good Matt!" she sighed, as she realized intermittent surges of euphoric sensations. Oh Jesus baby, ohhhh fuck oh yesssss," she hissed, her ardor voyaging northward while his skin torpedo tried to detonate them both to a molten climax. Faster and faster he was thrusting now, his pubic bone tattooing her ass while she accepted his spear over and over and over. She dug her nails into his beefy biceps as she impatiently waited for each instroke, the pistoning of his battering ram moving her closer to temporary insanity, her sweet high pitched gasps and pants reverberating around the room, his breathing almost feral.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh fuck!" she desperately cried as she felt the pleasure peaking, the heat now making her face and upper chest flushed. "Oh God, oh God baby, oh yes, God oh god damn, shit!" she barked before her orgasm poured into her body and made her gasp in choked bursts, now understanding why so many women like to be fucked. He was at the end of his tether, too, and, five minutes later, plastered her pussy with his sperm frosting.

Haruko choked back a tear after observing the seizure of her younger sister's maidenhead while Steven was turned on and wanted to fuck the bejesus out of Haruko right then and there. "How are you Shiho," Matt asked solicitously. "God Matt, that was a real rollercoaster ride. And oh my God, your cock is so thick!" she commented. "Sorry to cause you the pain you suffered." "It's okay baby. It's not your fault. And it's nice to now be able to feel even closer to you." "Shiho, I swear to God I love you so much that I will always be good to you." "Thanks Matt. I love you, too and your strong arms will always be my safe place." "Yes they will baby. Please crawl into them whenever you need them." "Well, I could use them for another couple of hours," she smiled. "Thank you for flying Air Matt, where the seats are never in the upright and locked position," he joked. "And every seat is in first class," she chuckled. "Oh yeah. And you're the only passenger allowed to fly with me."

Haruko and Steven stealthily slinked back to Haruko's bedroom. "Steven, hold me. That was so beautiful," Haruko reacted. "My pleasure Mistress. It's so nice to see your sweet little sister enjoy her first time and told that she is valued that much." The pair cuddled in Haruko's bed. She put her hand on his mouth and he grabbed it and kissed it. Maki passed Haruko's room carrying some water and rice balls. She smiled at Matt and briefly caressed his face as a way to convey her thanks for turning her young daughter into a woman. Maki then came into Haruko's room and they held each other and cried. Steven put his arms around both of them, remaining silent as he was commanded.

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 21

dandalk — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 08:59:46 UTC

With the livingroom concert out of the way and it now being November 2nd, Steven really started to hit the project that would help him taper his body so he could look better in women's clothes. He took copious notes after he came back from his run and had a shower. He practiced his deep throating and had a little more of a breakthrough, now able to get a toothbrush further into his mouth before the gagging would kick in. His ass was very sore from the fucking it endured the previous day and while he sat at his computer desk he was shifting around a lot trying to find a position where it wouldn't be so painful. He had now sucked Haruko's strap on cock and taken it in his ass and was now becoming curious about doing the real thing. However, the thought of kissing a man repulsed him. There are a lot of straight guys who have, for whatever reason, cocksucking fetishes. He played around in his mind what he would do if Haruko ordered him to suck somebody's penis, a very unlikely scenario in his mind.

He went to Haruko's house, put his makeup on and dressed in the outfit that was laid out for him by her and sat as demurely as he could muster on her bed. "So how's your butt?" she wondered. "Oh my God Mistress, it is so sore. I'm definitely not looking forward to using the bathroom because it's probably going to feel like I'm shitting razor blades." "I'm sorry to hear that Stephanie. I hope it heals quickly because I want to use my little slut again." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

"Now we need to do something about your language. Cursing isn't very ladylike. So from now on, everytime you utter a profanity, even out of character, it will mean 25 swats from my paddle. Do you understand Stephanie?" "Yes Mistress." "Of course, during sex, that rule isn't in effect. But all other times it is." "Yes Mistress."

"By the way, when was the last time you masturbated?' "I don't think I have since Mistress decided to feminize me." "Why is that?" "Usually, when I get the urge, it's after 9 p.m. and I'm not going to bother Mistress by calling you for permission. So I just go without." "You're making good progress Stephanie. You aren't frustrated?" "Mistress, we've been having enough sex so that I get to cum often enough to stave off being frustrated." "That's great, Stephanie. I like having sex with you fairly regularly, so since you aren't masturbating, I don't see the need at this time to put you in a chastity belt. But that will change if you start to cum when I haven't given you permission." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

I want to begin restraining you, but I haven't been trained in that because of my earlier vanilla preferences. How do you feel about that?" "It sounds hot, Mistress." "I'm glad you think that, Stephanie. It will become especially handy when I have to punish you. But I also don't want to do any lasting damage, so I will have to ask some of the other dominants to show me the ropes, as it were." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Also, when you do undergo a correction, it is to make you a better slave for me, so you will express gratitude for the correcting of your behavior. "Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress."

Okay, let's look at some fashion magazines and I want you to memorize the styles, clothing types and how they mix and match. So raise your hand when you have any questions. "Yes Mistress." "And tell me what you would like to wear. Of course, I will take that under advisement, but the final decision is mine since you have no right to decide what to wear when you're in your female garb." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

Over the next several days, Haruko and Steven looked at women's magazines and apparel sites on the internet so that he could learn about fashion. Ms. McMullen had decided a couple weeks back to not do anything with Steven's hair because it was so short and already curly. Therefore, she recommended that he grow it out for another few months and then she would see what she could do at the time. However, Thuy did his nails, though Haruko allowed his righthand nails to be a little longer so he could continue to play fingerstyle guitar.

As he continued to run, his legs were becoming more toned and his body was beginning to seem thinner, which he didn't really need. This was more about his body's contours and not his weight. The core exercises were also helping to firm his stomach up as well, though he was far from having six pack abs. He made his presentation to Haruko the Saturday after Thanksgiving, when he had massively pigged out during dinner with his family and relatives, about the regimen he would follow to help flatten and taper his abdomen. Haruko decided to follow that program, too. She usually sparred with other members of her family in the backyard to stay in shape, but since this was something she could do together with Steven she decided to add this to her routine. So before he would leave her house, they would do an hour of core work.

As the days and weeks passed, Haruko noticed that Steven was becoming more passive. She also imposed a new rule, that he had to kiss her feet before they left for school in the morning and any other time he was entering her home. She bought more outfits for him and also had him helping Maki in the kitchen on occasion so that he could learn to cook Japanese food. But she still loved having him stuff her pussy a couple of times a week with his big dick and never denied him an orgasm since there was no need to do that because he already worshipped her.

The week before Christmas, there was a neighborhood Christmas party for members of the club and the girls were quite impressed with Steven's newly acquired cooking skills as the subbies prepared the food that would be served to the celebrants. He was fully dressed in female clothing because, of course, he was genetically male, but was proud of his contributions to the festivities nonetheless. Haruko was well chuffed with his performance. By that time, too, he could deep throat her strap on cock, which had also reamed his ass several more times. He had tried to internalize the concept of equating his being assfucked with getting a cock in a pussy, but that was still a work in progress. He did, though, now want to try sucking a real dick and had fantasies about it. He wanted to stay with Haruko because men just didn't get it for him sexually, but he began to think about sucking and being screwed from a woman's point of view.

Steven, though, wasn't the only one making a big transition. Christmas Day, Ethan, Daniel, Aoi, Dante, Cheryl and their parents went over to the Yamanoris. "Merry Christmas Master Koji.We're sorry to interrupt your good household's festivities, but Ethan here has something he needs to say. Ethan? "Thank you Dad and I apologize to Master Koji and mesubuta for imposing on their wonderful family.." Ethan then walked up to where Aya was sitting. "Aya, please kneel," he ordered. Aya immediately recognized what this was about and as she assumed her position on the floor in front of her boyfriend, tears began to fall from her smoky brown eyes. "Aya, your loving devotion to me has made me a better man by making me want to prove to you that I am worthy of being in your life. Every day I have been with you has been a happy one and my pride in having such a beautiful and sweet girl by my side is limitless. Aya Maureen Yamanori, will you submit to me?" Aya began full on crying as she choked out, "Yes Master!" She was quickly surrounded by Yoriko, Keiko, Yuki and Akihiro and given congratulatory hugs. "Master Ethan, according to the rules, I must remind you that you will display the necessary dignity and self control in keeping and preserving my daughter or your right to lead may be forfeited. Do you understand Master Ethan?" "Yes Master Koji. Thank you Master Koji."

"A-chan, your father has always taken pride in the beauty and accomplishments of his daughters and thanks mesubuta for the way she has guided them over the years. You will serve Master Ethan with all of your heart and soul. Do you understand?" "Yes daddy. Thank you daddy." "Aya, I will choose your slave name over the coming days. Please take your time celebrating the holidays with your great family. Merry Christmas to everyone and again, I apologize for interrupting this household's festivities." Everyone left and on the way back home, Daniel and Dante high fived their brother. "She's definitely a keeper dude," Dante insisted.

She felt numb. After they had dinner in the late afternoon, she asked permission to go over to her new master's house. Berniece Perlis answered the door. "Oh hi Aya! Come in honey," she bubbled. Aya walked into the house, stripped, and then went into the livingroom and kneeled in front of Ethan with tears in her eyes. He had her stand up and then he hugged her tight. "I love you Aya," he said to her as her tears dripped on to his chest. "Master, your slave has waited so long for this day. She is so happy to finally be able to submit to you." "Aya, I will keep and love you forever. You are dismissed from your duties for the day and are welcome to celebrate Christmas with our family." "Thank you Master. Your slave is so sorry to be interrupting your holiday with her presence." "Aya, you can interrupt me anytime," he rejoindered. "Welcome to the family Aya," Troy Perlis said. "Thank you Master Troy. I will serve Master with all my heart," she reported. "I know you will, Aya. Our family has always been very happy that Master Ethan chose you as his mate and now his slave." Everybody hugged her. "Omedetai desu ne, (this is an auspicious occasion, isn't it?)," Aoi said to Aya. "Arigatou Aoi senpai (thank you Aoi, who is my senior)." "Gambatte ne (do your best, okay?)." "Gambarimasu," Aya acknowledged.

The next day, Ethan notified Aya that she was now "comforthole." Noriko put her on birth control as soon as she turned 14 knowing that her daughter wanted Ethan to take her, so she was now ready to meet all of her Master's needs. Ethan didn't hesitate to take advantage of his new power over her. He took her into his bedroom and she knew what was coming next, but she, like Ethan, had so much pent up desire she was happy to finally experience this moment. They crawled into bed together and began heatedly making out. She felt his fingers inside of her pussy for the first time and gasped as they nuzzled the little ridges just inside of her opening. By doing this, he was adding to the sensations and emotions she had felt before when what he could do with her was restricted by the rules. The feelings of anticipation, her passionate love for him and her need to serve him all converged to heighten the heat inside of her pussy and increase her heart rate.

As the minutes passed and the stimulation of her g spot mounted, his mouth now sucking on her dark nipples, she could already feel herself losing control of her breathing and her face and chest feeling flushed. She was in a kind of hypnosis, her yearning for this moment having trained her to drink in every little bit of the experience as she began to pant. Before, only she could touch that part of her body, but now she was surrendering it to her Master and her breathing accelerated until her body shuddered, the initial waves of pleasure fanning out through her, the first orgasm that she had been given by a boy with her clothes off.

She was enjoying the sensation of opening her body to him as he scooted down to put his mouth on her vulva and his tongue on her clit, his first taste of a woman's wetness and heat. His cock tightened that much more as his nose and taste buds sampled her secretions and scent. Aya panted every time his tongue clanged against her nubbin and wrestled and kneaded it to push her pleasure higher and higher, his love making him want to please her and keep her submissive to him. Her clit was feeling steaming hot as it engorged with blood and the pulses she felt when it was sucked on nearly caused her to lose her breath as he slurped more of her moisture down. She reached down and stroked his head, begging him to not stop, her voice changing keys upward while he maintained his oral attack. She let out a squeal as she felt the release commence, the music of her gasps spurring him to keep at it, wanting to pleasure her until he was exhausted and also make her helpless to the stimulation he exerted on her.

The energy that the orgasms sapped from her and the endorphins that imbued her with a kind of high made her passive and willing to allow him to penetrate her. She lay there with her legs open waiting for his penis to transgress her soft, warm gate. He positioned himself on top of her, his face above hers and his righthand stroking her cheek and brushing the hair out of her eyes. He used the tip of his tongue to tantalize the inner ridges of her ears and then putting his lips on hers. "Aya, you're so awesome," he burbled in his adolescent way. "I so want to be one with you," he said, a line he had heard in a rock lyric but nonetheless reflective of his wanting to be stay close to her. "Guide me in baby," he pleaded, wanting her to welcome him into the most intimate part of her. She grasped his length and gently pulled the head to her opening. He gingerly thrusted his hips forward and poked his cockhead into her, cleaving her steamy walls open. Since he knew she was going to experience pain, he decided he wanted to get it over with for her as soon as possible rather than drawing it out. "Relax Aya," he advised her as he hesitated for a minute to give her time to adjust. Her brown eyes looked up into his and then they closed tightly as he impaled her with every inch of his manhood. She let out a yelp and then gasped rapidly and writhed and twist under him. "Sorry about the pain babe," he apologized, kissing her.

After a brief respite, he raked his cock slowly in and out of her, stopping every second or third thrust hoping her vaginal muscles could adjust. "God Ethan, it hurts!" she whimpered, tears falling down her cheeks. He stopped again and wrapped her in his arms to comfort her. He softly kissed her and then started to push his dick into her and withdraw it over and over. As he secreted more precum into her and her body leaked its own wetness in reaction to his invasion of her, after a few minutes, it became easier and easier for her. She attained a stage where the pain had completely halted and, when he didn't hear any indications of pain, he hastened his thrusts. He smiled when he heard her first moans and felt better that he wasn't torturing her. He masturbated just before he saw Aya so that he wouldn't shoot too quickly, but he was already feeling the weight of his balls beginning to nudge him toward an orgasm and now it was he that needed to relax. His cock kept dodging in and out and now her senses looked forward to each passage of his prong in and out of her tender twat. The results were expressed in her breathy sighs. "Oh God Ethan, that feels so good now. Don't stop baby," she called. He smiled but didn't respond verbally, trying to stay on task, finding happiness at each sign of her peaking ardor, hoping that her journey to ecstasy will end soon so that he may dispense with his heavy load.

She felt his hard rod rubbing her vaginal walls and the friction that made her so hot inside inspired the machine gun pace of her breaths as he was just about there. He found the key to her pleasure chest and she squirmed and squealed as the full force of the tidal heat lit up her senses and she dug her nails into his back. His shooter then unloaded cum rockets into her, his sperm swimming through her cervix and into her womb in the hunt for her egg. He fulfilled his primal need and hers as well. The only thing Aya was disappointed in after Ethan made a woman out of her was that he couldn't remain erect and stay inside of her. He cuddled her and she smiled and they traded soft kisses. "I love you forever, Aya," he enthused to her and she grinned while her pussy throbbed from the residual soreness. "Ethan sweety,, you make me so happy because I know I have someone who cares so much about me. I love giving myself to you because you will treat that gift like gold," she said. "Aya, I'm not as good with thinking of stuff to say as you, but I feel so good inside when I'm with you. You're the one babe. You're the only one. Someday you're going to be my wife and people won't be able to think of me without also thinking of you." She smiled and kissed him. That was the perfect thing she wanted to hear after she lost her virginity. "You're excused from your duties for the day because you're just so awesome," he added. "Thank you Master. It's nice to know that I can look at you and say, 'that's my man.'" "Even though we say that the dominant takes a submissive, I know you took me when you submitted to me. Thank you for making me feel so lucky." Aya hugged him tight and started crying. "Master, may your comforthole have the honor of your company the rest of the day?" "Comforthole, my greatest pleasure is your hand," he said, tucking his righthand in his.

"Are you sore babe?" he wondered. "Yes Master, a little." "Tomorrow, I have an appointment at Mistress McMullen's shop for your maintenance. Before we leave for it, comforthole will report on her health." "Yes Master. Thank you Master."

Ethan's mom then came into his room and saw the bloodstain on the sheets. She sat down on the bed next to them as Aya greeted her. Mrs., Perlis stroked Aya's head. "Aya, we're so lucky to have you as a part of our family now. If you have any irregular discharges, report it immediately to Master Ethan, okay honey?" "Yes Ma'am. Thank you for your concern." "She's a beautiful, lively girl Ethan. You better not chase her off," Mrs. Perlis warned, half in jest. "I'll kill myself if I do that, mom." She kissed him on the forehead, embarrassing him. Aya giggled.

Yoriko, who had gone back to college in the fall, was back on the block for the Christmas holidays, as was her Master Donny. At a New Year's Eve Party at her parents' house, her father quieted the revelers. Everybody sat on the floor in two neat rows. They had all been tipped off abut what was about to occur. Yoriko, who, of course, was naked, was called up to the front of the assembled partiers and told to kneel. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as Donny came up the aisle. He collared her and then the clock struck midnight while everyone kissed and hugged her as she was now officially a permanently owned slave. Donny, who studied to be a chemical engineer, and Yoriko both finished their educations and then got married that September. Nine months later, she was a mom, but now living in a different town in closer proximity to Donny's job. Donny promised that he would move his new family back into the neighborhood once they could afford it because that is where both he and Yoriko both actually wanted to reside.

During the weekend of the second week of January, the Maceros finally moved into their house on South Stingray Circle, the street adjacent to South Bluefin Circle. During the welcoming party, which was held at the Stevenson residence, 14 about to be 15 year old Matt was introduced to Shiho Eklund, who had turned 15 that past December. Matt was immediately knocked for six by Shiho's looks and her fundamental agreeableness and she was taken by his warm, optimistic personality that seemed to have a sexy stern side to it plus his cute sense of humor. They began to hang out together a lot and, ten days later, they were a couple. Haruko, Robbie and Rie were ecstatic that their beloved sister had finally found someone. He had also ended up in two of Shiho's classes during the spring semester, which made school more fun for them.

Steven turned 18 that month and now his parents would allow him to spend the night and weekends at Haruko's. He also no longer had a curfew. Moreover, the pair were able to get four of their classes together for the spring semester so she could not only keep an eye on his behavior, but take advantage of his intellectual brilliance, too. The Eklund family began treating him as a real girl because Haruko asked them to. So he received more women's clothes, including lingerie, from his Mistress, her sisters and their mother on the day he became a legal adult. Haruko then took him into her bedroom and fucked him in the ass with her strap on while calling him "my birthday slut." She took him the day after that to have his body hair waxed off, which was painful, but he wouldn't have to shave it for months at a time. He was the happiest he had ever been in his life under Haruko's strong, loving hand. Haruko forbade him from adopting women's speaking habits and hand movements because they might be too hard to shake when he interacted in regular society and that would make it harder for him in homophobic America since people would think he was gay. "In public, just be a regular guy. In my control, though, you're my cute little sissy slave," she said to him. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 20

dandalk — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 04:37:06 UTC

During their sixth period AP science class together, Haruko demonstrated how a female sits on a stool. He imitated her, though he found it hard to keep his legs together all the time without a firm floor under his feet, just the metal cross supports of the stool. She dug her nails into his side everytime his legs parted. The main problem for him was that he had to think about how he positioned them. It hadn't become instinctual yet and it made taking lecture notes more of a hassle than it had been before Haruko had begun feminizing him since he had to think about something other than just focusing on what the instructor was saying.

The teacher announced that the students would have to do a project based on the content of the chapter in one of the textbooks they were using and it would be a joint effort with their lab partner. The teacher gave the each student time to discuss what they were going to do for the assignment with their lab partner. Steven had an idea and presented it to Haruko. "Oh my God, Steven, that's genius! Then she whispered in his ear, "you're definitely going to be rewarded for getting your Mistress an easy A." Steven smiled and then he caught himself as his legs opened again.

"Hey Haruko, why don't you dump that dweeb and go out with a real man?" a voice said from the lab station behind their's. Haruko, in a loud voice, answered, "first Bob, I can kick your ass without even breathing hard. Also, you have the personal style of a masturbating orangutang at the zoo." The latter line had the whole room in hysterics, some of the students literally holding their sides. "Besides, Steven is headed to MIT or Berkeley. What campus are you going to? The University of California at 7-11?" "Fuck you bitch, whore." Haruko got on her cellphone and called Yumi, who was in her english class. Yumi turned her back on the teacher. "Hi Haruko." "Hey Yumi, I need you to take care of someone for me because I'm afraid I might go overboard and kill him," Haruko said to her in Japanese. "I'm so sorry to hear that Haru-chan. I'll be there." "Thanks Yumi, you're a lifesaver." "Bye!"

After class concluded, Steven and Haruko emerged out of the building their classroom was in. Yumi had jogged over to meet them. Then Bob came out. "Hey you bitch, you can't say that shit to me!" Haruko smiled as Yumi's eyes widened. Yumi went up to him and pushed him hard, which knocked him slightly off balance. Then she leg swept him to the ground and kicked him hard twice in the ribs, breaking them. The rest of the South Marlin Circle crowd was starting to just about get to where Yumi, Haruko and Steven were. Daniel came running over and his neighborhood compatriots immediately surrounded them. "Hey Bob," Daniel said to the vanquished party, who was writhing on the ground in agony, "you got lucky, bud. If Haruko or her sisters had gotten ahold of you your next stop would have been the morgue. So count what just happened to you as a good day." "Seriously Bob, being a redneck would be an intellectual step up for you, asshole," Haruko muttered and they all headed home.

Steven raised his hand. "Yeah Steven?" "Sorry that had to happen. What you and Yumi did was pretty awesome, though." "Thanks sweety. Note that this is what happens when boys open their mouths and say something really stupid." "Yes Mistress." "Yumi-chan, is there anything I can do for you for helping me?" "I don't know if you can help me Haru-chan, but I have to do this economics project for my AP political science class and I can't come up with anything to do." Steven raised his hand. "Yes Steven?" Haruko recognized. "I had that class last year. Here is what you do," he began, before making his proposal and filling in some of the research background for it. "Oh my God Steven, that's amazing! I'm going to totally do that!" Yumi enthused. "If you need any help with it, Yumi, hit my cell." "Thank you sweety! Onkaeshi kanryo (your debt to me has been returned)! *giggle. "How do you do that, Steven?" Haruko wondered "I have no clue. The ideas just seem to flow in my head. I can't really explain it." "Thank God you asked me out, Steven. I guess we were meant for each other." "I'm glad you think that Haruko. I'm even happier that you accepted." "You might have the world's first billionaire slave on your hands Mistress Haruko," Daniel burbled Haruko laughed. "I don't know Master Daniel. I think you'll beat him to having that kind of bank account." "I hope so!" Daniel laughed. "Well, Steven and I are lucky we have the two prettiest, smartest girls on campus." Steven gave a thumb's up since he wasn't allowed to speak.

Unfortunately, Bob's girlfriend, who was on the school's women's basketball team, decided to try to get some revenge for him. She had the same gym class as Rie and Aoi. After Rie had dressed out, her and Aoi went to the middle of the basketball courts to wait for the class to start with their fellow students. "Hey you Jap bitch," the aggrieved girlfriend started while trying to push Rie, who ducked and dodged the attempt, almost causing her opponent to fall on her face. "My boyfriend is going to miss the next month of the football season because of your whore sister and her little friend," she fulminated. "Jennifer, don't do this, okay? It would make for such an unpleasant morning. And besides, you'll be spending fourth period over at Johnson Memorial. So give it a rest, okay?" Rie appealed. "Fuck you!" Jennifer retorted and started to cock her fist. Rie flattened her with a spinning heel kick in the right side of her jaw, knocking out three of Jennifer's teeth and fracturing her skull. "No discipline, no self control. Her family has to really suck," Rie calmly observed to Aoi as they walked away from the bloody heap she had just created. Jennifer would be hospitalized for two weeks and miss the entire basketball schedule as a result of this confrontation.

Haruko and Yumi apologized to Rie for the contretempts that ignited the latest incident not because they actually felt remorse for it, but because Rie got hassled in the wake of it. Then they laughed as Rie recounted her heroics to everybody. "Is 'Eklund' Swedish for awesome?' Steven enthused.

But to Tina and Alissa, it would be Steven that was awesome. At Mrs. Westfield's, Steven noticed that the sisters were having trouble with their math homework. Steven raised his hand and asked for permission to help them. "You don't have to ask my permission to help anyone dear. Just keep the conversation on the homework," she informed him. Steven then looked at their homework and explained to them how to visualize the problems and plug the numbers in. "Oh my God, Steven, this is totally easy now. You're a genius!" Alissa praised. "Nah. Nicola Tesla and Einstein were geniuses, not me."

After Steven had gone home and dropped off his book bag, he went to Haruko's while still wearing his panties and bra under his clothes. "Hey sweety, get naked for me, okay?" Haruko, smiling, asked. He did that and she went down to her knees and gave him a long, slow blowjob before tripping his trigger and eliciting a huge wall of jizz to be spooled into her mouth. She stood up and removed her clothes. "Hey baby, will you please give me a foot massage?" "Yes Mistress." "Just call me Haruko for now," she requested. "Yes Haruko." "Just talk to me normally honey." "You got it my little dove." He spent the next half hour manipulating her feet. "Go wash your hands and then get in bed with me," she demanded. "Okay," he acknowledged and, after returning from the bathroom, he slid into bed with her. She put her head on his shoulder and he cuddled her. "Steven, you're so amazing. I feel so in love with you right now. I thought it was really sweet the way you helped Tina and Alissa as well as Yumi. Do you still love me after all the stuff I've made you do?" "Oh God yeah, Haruko. I'm really glad I get to take this side of my personality out for a test drive. You're probably the only one I will ever meet I'll be able to do it with." "I'm glad baby. Kiss me." Steven took Haruko in his arms and they spent the next hour passionately kissing and cooing at each other. He was hard again, so she reached over and began stroking him. "And not only are you smart and very sweet, you have a huge dick. Come on honey, put it inside me," she begged. She released his member and rolled on to her back. He crawled in between her legs and pushed his spear into her pink folds. "Oh God, that feels incredible. I don't think I've been in love with you as much as I am now darling. Just hold me," she urged. They laid there still, she encircled in his arms and his prick stuffing her wet cunt. He pulled her as close to him as he could, feeling the line of her back as his palms ran up and down her upper body.

"I feel so warm inside right now baby." "Me too, Haruko. Your skin feels amazing against mine. Your body is so soft and smooth and my heart is beating a million miles an hour, my love for you making my blood red hot." She smiled brightly and kissed him as he began to gradually thrust his cock in and out of her. "Oh yes, baby, take it real slow," she demanded. "Mmmmm" she murmured, the sensations hitting her at a dream like pace. His eyes consumed her killer body and then looked back into her eyes as he undulated his hips and her vaginal muscles clutched at his length. "Oh my God, Steven, that feels divine," she said. "That's because you're a goddess, he praised. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" she sighed, as even at that slow a pace the friction was building inside of her. This continued for about 20 minutes before she was hot enough that she wanted to be fucked harder and from there he drilled the daylights out of her, bringing her to a pair of orgasms before he flooded her womb with his sperm. He stayed on top of her stroking her face and decorating her lips with soft, slow kisses. "Oh my God Steven, I feel so relaxed. I almost want to go to sleep." "Do it if you need to, baby." "You can sleep if you want, too. I know you're getting up early to run now, so it's okay. "Thanks Haruko." Within 15 minutes, they were both off into dreamland. They continued to sleep until Maki woke them for dinner. "Oh shit, I have to call my mom!" Steven said, panicking. After he apologized for missing dinner at his own home, he ate with the Eklunds, where Haruko bragged about Steven's intellectual feats.

Steven was going to go home after dinner, but Haruko asked him to stay and they spent the rest of his pre-curfew time having sex, cuddling and talking. "God Steven, I so want you to sleep over with me." "Oh my God Haruko, you have no idea how much I want that. But the grief my parents would give me wouldn't be worth it." "Yeah. I wish the alternative was going to stay over with you, but I know your parents wouldn't go for that, either." "Yeah. Well, it's only another three months before I turn 18, so it would behoove us to be patient." "Yeah. But damn it, I want you with me!" "You can call me before you go to sleep. I'm going to be up late learning songs for the concert you want me to give anyway." "Okay, we can do that." "Cool. Well, I better go my bird of paradise. I'll be waiting for your call." "Okay," she replied and he got up, dressed, and went home.

He returned home and focused on nailing "Time in a Bottle." He got a call from Haruko at 11:30 and wished her sweet dreams. He returned to his guitar and was up until 2 a.m.. He got up only four hours later and went running. So when he ultimately got to Haruko's, he was a little lethargic. Haruko, noting this, ordered him to sleep during lunch and they hung out on the grass while she cradled his head in her lap. He only got about 20 minutes, though it was better than nothing. They worked on the science project for a couple of hours before dinner and then she had him call her mom and tell her that he was going to eat with his girlfriend again. She had him sleep until dinner and by the time they ate, he was feeling a lot better. He went home and worked on his deep throat technique and then looking at ways to taper his body before picking his guitar up again. He went to bed at 11:30 and didn't bother running so he could have an extra hour of sleep.

He told his mom he wasn't feeling well Friday morning and went back to bed. He phoned Haruko and said he was sick and then turned over and slept until noon. She came over to his house after she left Mrs. Westfield's to commiserate with him, and he posited that he had just run himself into the ground a bit and needed a break. This made Haruko feel guilty. She spent an hour with him and went home. He played guitar for a while to try to learn Simon and Garfunkel's "The Dangling Conversation" until dinner and then worked on his deep throating and the science project.

He felt a lot better Saturday when they went to a nearby UC library and then visited a Cal State library on Sunday. When he got home, he wrote up the framework for the project and by the following Sunday night they were finished and turned it in five days early. By that time, he only had about eight songs he could play in front of Haruko and her sisters and he worked like mad over the ensuing week to memorize four more. He was almost home. But now it was a week before Halloween. He needed to learn at least three more songs. That was going to be tough. He had already known Metallica's "The Unforgiven" but thought that maybe it was too dark for them, but he decided to go for expediency and slotted it in. He learned Aerosmith's "Dream On" in a day and then decided he would learn Stevie Ray Vaughan's "Riviera Paradise" so that he could do one on electric guitar that would be unlikely to have the neighbors calling police to complain. The problem, though, was that getting the feel for it, since the song is riddled with all kinds of subtleties that required tremendous control of dynamics and phrasing. He got part of it down but ultimately had to abandon it. He stayed up until 3 a.m on October 29th to have a kind of dress rehearsal and really nail everything. On the 30th, he told Haruko he was ready. During lunch at school, she announced that he would be playing if anyone wanted to come check it out after they left Mrs. Westfield's. Haruko and Steven didn't really think anyone would want to hear him bleat his way through some rock chestnuts, but a dozen of the community members did and so they had to move the concert into the Eklund living room.

Dressed in a skirt and halter top with nude pantyhose and heels while also being fully made up , he kicked it off with "Dream On" and followed it up with "Dust in the Wind" and then sequed into the Scorpions "Still Loving You". For a change of mood, he did "The Unforgiven" and Queen's "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" before downshifting it into "The Dangling Conversation" and the Rolling Stones' "Angie." He dedicated "Time in a Bottle" to Haruko, which she thought was very sweet and came up and hugged him. He followed that with Bob Dylan's "Tangled Up in Blue" and the Who's "Behind Blue Eyes." He went upbeat again with ZZ Top's "LaGrange" and an acoustic arrangement of Bruce Springsteen's "Thunder Road." That was it. Unfortunately, he only clocked in at around 55 minutes, but Haruko, who enjoyed his little concert, let him slide on it. His voice was pretty much shot anyway.

"Sorry about my singing everybody. So I hope you enjoyed what I did on guitar." The assembled neighborhood denizens praised his effort. Haruko knew how many hours he was putting in to learn those songs and still keep up with his schoolwork and learning to cook. He exercised when he could, but his outward physique still hadn't changed. He was getting a little better at deep throating, but still gagging.

After everybody had cleared out, Haruko had him undress and take the makeup off. She climbed on top of him and they hugged and kissed for a while before she rocked her hips back and impaled herself on his cock. She looked down on him lovingly as her thighs and hips went hydraulic and made her pussy slide up and down his rock solid pole. Her swaying breasts and the sight of his cock alternately disappearing and appearing as her pussy caressed it. This was a visual feast for him. He was able to relax because the tension of doing that performance had worn him out somewhat and so he was lasting quite a while and Haruko orgasmed four times before he finally ejected his semen up her birth canal. She plopped herself next to him and they cuddled as she caught her breath. "Honey, I know you put so much effort into that little show you did for me and I watched you work yourself to near exhaustion just to impress me. You're such a good sub, Steven. I love you so much." She then put her hand over his mouth, which caused his cock to immediately become erect again. He grabbed it and lovingly kissed ir. "Come on baby, fuck me," she pleaded and they had missionary sex, with her having half a dozen orgasms before he shot her full of his cum once again.

Steven hurriedly dressed and went home for dinner. He went out running when he finished eating and then did crunches when he got back before practicing his deep throating. He subsequently went to bed and slept for ten hours. He ran Saturday morning and did some core exercises he found online. He went over to Haruko's and she announced it was time to pop his cherry. He had him lay on his back and she lubed up her strap on. She spurted some of the lube into Steven's ass and began to push her fake cock into his asshole. He felt a lot of pressure there as the artificial penis pushed the walls of his fudge tunnel apart. She forced it in further and he felt a lot of pain, which he conveyed in a strangled, guttural voice. It took her another ten minutes before she had all eight inches of the strap on dildo inside of him. She slowly withdrew it, poured more lube on it, and then slid it back in to the hilt. She built up her momentum slowly and it caused a burning sensation inside him, plus there was no precum being secreted to make it easier. In and out, in and out, she began to mount a steady rhythm and the pain disappeared because his asshole was becoming used to the foreign body inside of it. She was now encouraged to speed up the rhythm of her thrusts and he was beginning to enjoy it as the dildo massaged the area near his prostate gland. He was moaning and she continued to work the man made dick into him. She began to jackhammer it in and out of him and he felt the pleasure mount, his breathing rather odd, and then, suddenly, cum sprayed out of the head of his main vain. She withdrew it and took the strap on off before wrapping it in a towel to clean later.

"Oh my God, that was amazing," he said, panting. "Are you sore?" "Yeah, a little. But I looked it up and I will probably be very sore for a couple of days afterward. That should be fun. Or not," he chuckled. "You took it like a good girl, Stephanie. Are you happy I was your first?" "Mistress, I am beyond happy. I hope you will use my pussy again. I want to be a good slut for you" "Oh, don't worry, I will and you will. Now clean yourself up and wash the strap on, too. I'll show you what you need to do." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 19

dandalk — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 21:29:31 UTC

Saturday morning, Haruko, Rie and Shiho went with Maki and Brandon to Ms. McMullen's beauty shop to have their nails and hair maintained. When they returned home, Haruko phoned Steven. "Hi baby!" "Hi Haruko. How are you?" "I'm doing okay. I just went down to Ms. McMullen's to get prettied up for you." "Great!" "So how did you feel about last night?" "(Laughs) it was interesting. I can't believe you're letting me do that with Shiho, though." "Well, I wanted to show her why I love you so much. Plus I wasn't comfortable with you eating me out yet because I had just gotten over my period." "Well, it's definitely something I'll always remember, that's for sure. Seriously Haruko, Shiho is massively beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you." "Thanks sweety. I'll tell her you said that. Anyway, how did you feel about me covering your mouth like that? It seemed to turn you on." "Yeah, it definitely did. However, the frustration of it is not just having to put off anything I want to say or express, but I love your hands and my first reaction to when you do that is to grab it and kiss it." How would you feel if when I did that you had to kiss it to acknowledge my command?" "That would definitely work. The funny thing is that when we met you complained about my tendency to clam up and now you want to use that as a form of control." "Yeah, you're right. I don't know what to say about that. Maybe I want to choose when you talk and when you don't? Maybe it's a mental adaptation on my part to deal with your quiet nature. I don't know."

"Well, there's no need to overthink this. If it makes you more comfortable with dealing with me then great. But the issue that I deal with then is that I want to say what I have to say so that I don't forget it later on." "Yeah, forgetting what you want to talk about is definitely a problem. It happens to me, too. Maybe I can have you take notes? That seems kind of, I don't know, clumsy." "The problem is if I turn it over to you then you may edit them and then that just piles on more frustration." "Yeah, I know what you mean. For now, at the end of the session you can raise your hand and we can talk about it and see how that works." "Okay, I'll give it a shot."

"The thing that surprises me Steven, is that you mentioned your need for control, but you seem willing to entertain giving that up." "Let me be 100% honest here Haruko. First, I love you. But also, I do have a submissive streak and it's pretty strong. However, my lack of trust in people tends to override my natural inclinations. The pressure here is that I love you, don't want to lose you and yet also don't want to stifle you. If I'm going to go all the way with you on this you're going to have to find a way to bring me into it. Now we can continue to take this slowly and maybe when I get a better feel for what you want to do then I can really commit to it whole hog. But for now, I can't do that. I'm committed to you as a human being but not necessarily to the role you seem to want to take."

"It sounds like you're open minded about it and you have the basic personality that could submit to me. And I'm not sure myself what I want to do. When you went home last night, I went on femdom websites like Elise Sutton's for ideas and to see what turns me on." "Haruko, first of all, I've read Elise's site. She's a really interesting person and has a lot going for her, but I would never want to take it as far as she does. She, in a way, has put herself in an untouchable position and I can't do that. I have to have access to you because that is why I'm with you, to love you, to hold you, to value you, to have a happy, fun life together. I mean, we're just teenagers right now. It could be that you will get to a point in your needs that I just can't go with you on." "Steven, I hear you trying. We'll just go on trial and error and see what works for us." "That's great Haruko." "How do you feel about forced feminization?" "As long as you aren't trying to get me to change sexes by dumping hormones in my cokes. I like being male. I don't want to be a girl. But as for the other stuff, as long as you don't make me go out in public dressed in a schoolgirl uniform or something like that I can handle it." "I love that big cock of yours, so I'm not going to drug your drinks. I night put you in a chastity belt, though. How would you feel about that?' "I'm pretty skeevy on that, Haruko. I have a ragingly high sex drive. I understand why some dominas use them, but I would reach a point at which I would just check out because I would be so frustrated. There are other ways to do it. Like you could demand that I ask your permission before I could masturbate and you'll have to just trust me for now that I would obey your command on that. Plus I'm so horny all the time anyway that even if I cum in the morning I'm desperate to cum again before I go to bed. So I think that maybe they are made more for middle aged men who aren't quite as full of cum as young guys like me are."

"Okay, Steven. We can put that one off for a while. Anyway, I want you to come over. Did you shave your pubic hair?" "Yeah. I actually like it. I had been thinking about doing it for a while anyway. " "Good boy!" "Thanks (chuckle). I'll be over in a little bit." "Can you use your family's car?" "I think so. I'll have to ask." "Okay. It would be great if you could." "I'll try. I can't think of anything my parents are doing so that they would need it."

15 minutes later, Steven drove to her house. Haruko answered the door since she knew it would be for her and off they went to the mall. They went to the women's department of a major chain store and the first place was to the underwear section. "So what do you think would look good on you?" Steven's eyes glazed over, but his cock also became instantly hard. "God, I don't know. If you want to be my Mistress then I'll leave it in your hands," he said. "Besides, I don't know anything about women's clothes." "The good thing is that you're pretty slim. You're going to have to hit the gym or start doing some kind of workout, though to flatten that tummy. It would make it easier to buy clothes if you did. Also, I want you to start shaving your legs at least twice a week. I'll show you how to do that when we get home." "Okay," Steven agreed, blushing.

While he was mortified most of the time, Haruko managed to find panties, bras, a couple of tops and matching skirts for him as well as makeup. "Oh, also, you're going to Ms. McMullen's next week to have your hair and nails done," she told him. "Oh my God, that will be so embarrassing." "Oh well, you have to do it or I will punish you." "Yes Ma'am." "Also, I want you to study up on women's clothes and comportment. And you're going to learn to cook, too, because I'm not doing it when we get married. I also don't want you putting weight on when you go to college due to eating fast food all the time." "Yes Ma'am."

"So how are you feeling now that you're subjugating me?" "It totally makes me wet using my power over you." "Well you know that guys disengage their brains when they see a pretty girl. That might have something to do with it." "Yeah. That's when they start thinking with their cocks." "Hey, I resemble that remark!" "I bet you do!" She kissed him as they exited the mall and went back to her house.

Once they arrived there, Haruko took Steven into the bathroom and they both stripped and got in the shower. First, he washed himself off and then Haruko showed him how to shave his legs. "You know, since guys are so hairy anyway, you should probably get waxed." "I wonder how my parents will react when I show up with a new hairstyle, shaved legs and having had a manipedi." "Well, you can hide a lot of that stuff. It's not like you're going to be getting pink nail polish. Just some clear and the nails will be short anyway. I don't like guys who have long nails. It's gross."

Then she began to teach him about makeup. "From now on, when you get here, you will put your makeup and lipstick on. If you make any mistakes, I'll help you fix it." "Okay." Steven's heart was beating like a bass drum as he watched the transformation of his face. "Hey, you actually make a pretty good girl sweety!" "Thanks?" he laughed. Then she showed him how to remove it and had him try to put it on himself. The results of that were not good. So she had him wipe it off and start again. Rie walked into the bathroom, which embarrassed Steven mightily. "Oh? Are you femdomming Steven?" she asked. "Yeah." "I didn't know you were interested in that!" "I didn't either until this week." "That's great Haruko. Now you can be part of the community!" "Finally, right?" "Yeah." "Can I tell Brandon?" "Go ahead Rie! I know you guys have been keeping Steven at arm's length, but maybe now he can be accepted as being like the rest of you guys."

The word quickly got around about the evolving situation with Haruko and Steven. Everybody knew about it before the end of the day. Meanwhile, Maki walked in on them. "Ara, sugoi (Whoa, what a trip)!" Maki reacted. Maki asked Haruko what the deal was in Japanese. Haruko decided to go ahead and just spill the beans, especially as they now had some shit on Steven to use against him if he exposed what was going on in the community. This resulted in a rather loud argument between mother and daughter and Steven was left there in the middle having to just put up with it. He couldn't say anything because their conversation was in a language he didn't understand.

Haruko remade him up and took him into her room and had him put on the panties and bra and stand for inspection. Then she had him pull on a white halter top and a similarly colored cotton skirt plus some heels she bought for him. Now it was time to show him the proper way to sit. "So how do you feel, Steven?" "I don't make a very good looking girl, I'm afraid." "We'll see after we get your hair done, though your hair is short, so I don't know how much you can do with it." "Even when you're in school I want you to practice sitting like a girl so that it becomes natural. "Yes Ma'am." "In fact, I'm going to start punishing you everytime I see you sit like a boy." "Yes Ma'am." "Also, to speak to me now, you will raise your hand unless you are being spoken to directly. And nobody else may speak to you unless they get my permission. Of course, this is only when you are with the community. Outside you just act regular." "Yes Ma'am."

"Okay, now let me see your pussy." "But I don't have one." "You do now. Stand up and show me your asshole. That is your pussy and you're going to have to get used to the idea of it being fucked by me occasionally. And your penis is your clit." "Yes Ma'am." He stood up, turned around and pulled up his skirt and dropped his panties. "Good girl. Make sure your pussy is absolutely clean, too." "Yes Ma'am." He pulled his panties back up. She also showed him how to stand like a girl. "This you should only practice with me or at home. I don't want you getting your ass kicked for being TOO girly in public." "Thanks Ma'am." "Just call me by my name for now. "Ma'am makes me sound like I'm 40." "Okay Haruko."

"So how come you want to feminize me? Aren't you negating me, as you put it, by doing that?" "Not really. I still love you for you. But this is like taming you to me. I think you'll understand my needs better by experiencing some of the things I have to do during the day." "Great. I want to understand as much as I can about you so we'll stay together." "I'm glad to hear that. If you'll notice, most of our classmates bounce from one relationship to another, but the relationships in this neighborhood usually end up being permanent because of the communication that BDSM fosters and the rules that are part of the culture here. I hope that will be true of ours." "Me too, Haruko."

"So what about sex?" "Well, you're here to serve me, so I'll determine when we have sex. Also, your body no longer belongs to you. It's my property. In fact, you're my property. So you need to get used to that idea." "Okay Haruko." "Hey look, Steven, since I just said that, I'm going to ask you to formally submit to me." "Yes Haruko. I'll submit to you. But can we go back to being a regular couple if I decide I don't want to be your slave?" "I'll have to see how I feel if that time comes, but you're really great Steven. Please don't leave me, okay?" "I won't Haruko." "By the way, it's "'Mistress.'" "Yes Mistress." "Good girl. Your slave name now is "Stephanie." "Yes Mistress."

"Here Stephanie, show me your clit." "Yes Mistress." Steven pulled his panties down and then raised his skirt. He was as hard as a rock. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you Stephanie?" "Yes Mistress. I have to confess I am." "Okay, you can change back into your regular clothes and take the makeup and underwear off. But when you are at home for dinner, you will help your mom and tell her you want to learn to cook, understand Stephanie?" "Yes Mistress." "Listen Stephanie, during the Christmas holidays, we have a huge party here, from what I understand, and all the subbies have to help cook and set up the meal. Make sure you're ready." "Yes Mistress."

"Tomorrow I want you to come over and I'll show you how to wash women's clothes and how to fold and put them away. When you change back into your street clothes before you go home, make sure the ones you used while you were here are either in the laundry basket or are neatly folded. Failure to do that will result in punishment." "Yes Mistress." "Okay, now let's get that makeup off of you and make you look like a boy again. "Thank you Mistress."

Sunday, while Steven was in the middle of doing Haruko's laundry with her supervising, she got a call from Jeff Perlis. "Hi Haruko, it's Jeff." "Hi Master Jeff. How are you?" "I'm doing good, Haruko. Hey look, I need you and Steven to come over as soon as possible. There's something I need to talk to you guys about." "Okay Jeff. We'll be right down." "Great. See ya in a few." "Come on Stephanie, we're going over to Jeff's. It's apparently pretty urgent. I hope it's nothing really major." "Should I change clothes?" "No. This will be good practice for you." "Okay, I just hope nobody from school sees us." "Don't worry about it."

Five minutes later, they were on Jeff's doorstep and his mom Lynn let them in. "Hi Haruko. Hi Steven. Wow, nice makeup job on him. He almost looks cute!" "Thanks Master Jeff. So what's up?" Haruko wondered. "Hey listen, me and my dad just heard about what is going on with you guys. Unlike with some of the other outsiders who have sort of been in our orbit over the years, where we generally have made an effort to keep them totally separated from the rest of the community., because of the things Steven has said and after the background check we ran on him plus the fact that he is in the process of submitting to you Haruko, we would like to bring him in as an honorary member. Keep in mind, though, Steven, that there are rules you must follow to maintain your status in the community. Are you good with this?" "Wow, I'm dumbstruck, Master Jeff. Jesus. Yes, I'll accept your kind invitation. Thanks!" "Glad to have you on board, dude." "Master Jeff, just so that you know, Steven has formally submitted to me and his slave name is Stephanie." "Thanks Mistress Haruko. I'll make a note of that. Congratulations Stephanie. Your Mistress is an amazing woman. Mistress Haruko, since you are now responsible for the life of another, you will care for and protect Stephanie with every fiber of your being or risk forfeiting your right to lead. Do you understand?" "Yes Master Jeff. Thank you Master Jeff." Stephanie, you have been admitted to our community and will be expected to uphold its standards, including dignified public behavior, and you will serve your Mistress with every last breath you have. Do you understand?" "Yes Master Jeff. Thank you Master Jeff." "Excellent. See you tomorrow morning you guys." "Thanks again Master Jeff. Sorry to intrude on your great household." "Not a problem."

"Wow, that was unexpected." "Yes Mistress, it was. I'm blown away." "Well, you're going to have to go to Mrs. Westfield's now after school with the rest of us, so that's good. It will be nice having you there." Thank you Mistress. It will be great being able to be in your presence for a while longer every day. But what are the rules for someone like me?" "God, I have no idea. Let me get Mrs. Westfield on the line and see what she says. "Hi, is Mistress Lori there? It's Haruko Eklund. Hi Jake! How are you sweety? Oh, I'm glad. Okay. Thank you. Hi, Mistress Lori? This is Haruko. I'm doing great, thanks. How about you? Great! I'm sorry to interrupt your busy day, but I've just become a dominant to Steven Morris. He's now known as Stephanie. He also was just made an honorary member of the club. I'm feminizing him and I was wondering what your rules are for that when he comes over tomorrow. Oh okay. That's no problem. Haha, yeah. Thank you! Bye bye!"

"Well, tomorrow, before you leave from school, you'll change into a bra and panties underneath your school clothes and then you'll wear that underwear when you sit with the other submissives rather then getting naked. I'll carry them with me and then just hand you my bag when we leave the science class so you can change." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." "Let's go finish the laundry Stephanie." "Yes Mistress."

Steven was very fidgety about being outside that long where somebody could see him. Re-entering Haruko's house was a huge relief. When they were done folding the freshly laundered clothes, Haruko took Steven on a tour of her closet to show him what various garments were called and how to tell the difference.

When it was time for him to go home, Haruko checked to make sure all of his makeup was off and when he got home he asked his mother to teach him to cook. He couldn't believe he was dressing up in women's clothes to please his girlfriend. On the other hand, he found those outfits to be amazingly comfortable. That night, he wanted to masturbate, but when he got the urge it was too late to phone Haruko and so he had to give that idea up.

Monday morning, Steven was given hugs by the girls for joining their ranks as submissives and high fived by the boys for being made an honorary member. Haruko was similarly hugged by the other dominants and they all expressed surprise at Haruko turning out to be a domina. Haruko reminded him to sit like a girl during his classes and to remember to put the bra and panties on before they leave school. He was pretty shy meeting Mrs. Westfield after what the other members told him about her. It took him a few minutes to start feeling comfortable and he imitated the way the subbie girls sat. He was amazed when a couple of the dominants had their subs blow them in front of everybody. "Man, this is a wild neighborhood," he thought to himself.

Leaving his bra and panties on, he went home, dropped his books off and then bolted back out the door to Haruko's house. When he got there, Haruko, Rie and Shiho were all waiting for him. First, they had a cocktail dress for him. Maki, being ever thoughtful, bought it for him earlier that day along with black pantyhose, bra and panties. Maki then watched her daughters not just help him into the outfit, but they began trying to make him over. He basically became a kind of makeup mannequin for them and they giggled endlessly at the products of their labors. Maki decided she wanted to get in on the fun and tried her hand at it. It was pretty humiliating for him, but Haruko slid her hand up his skirt and could feel that he was hard, so she knew he was enjoying it. "Hey, you have to treat me to dinner and a movie before you can do that," he joked. Haruko took this as a challenge. "Oh? So you want to go to dinner and a movie? That can be arranged." she warned." "That's okay," he laughed. "See what happens when you open your mouth? You will speak only when you're spoken to, no matter what I'm doing to you. Do you understand Stephanie?" "Yes Mistress." "Good girl." When she said "good girl," he felt somehow more submissive to her and his cock seemed more stiff. Clearly, the feminization was having an effect on his psyche and was making him more docile.

"I said this before Stephanie, but you need to start working out. There's nothing wrong with your weight, but you lower to lower your body fat and become more tapered to look your best as a woman," Haruko advocated. "Yes Mistress. I will." "You should join a swim club. Girls like you develop hot bodies with the workouts." "Sorry Mistress, but my family can't afford it." "Maybe you can buy some weights on Craig's List or something," she suggested. "Mistress Haruko, we don't want him bulking up. He just mainly needs to have a tighter tummy." "You're right Rie. Maybe we should have him do a lot of running and crunches?" "Yeah, I think that might be good. But he still would need to work on his entire core. So how about assigning him a project where he would design his own core workout" "God Rie, you're so smart. That's perfect! Stephanie, you will have two weeks to put together a presentation as to how you're going to taper your figure. If I decide that the presentation isn't up to standard or your proposal is ineffective, I will punish you by taking you out to eat and then to a movie. Do you understand Stephanie?" "Yes Mistress." "Remember, I don't want you losing weight. I only want you to sculpt your body. If you lose more than five pounds I will punish you so hard you'll envy the prisoners at Abu Ghraib. Do you understand Stephanie?" "Yes Mistress." "In fact, I'll take you out to a busy restaurant everyday for a week in your girly outfits if you lose that much weight. Understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good girl Stephanie. I love you." "I love you, too, Mistress."

When they were done making him up, Haruko took her clothes off and pulled a strap on out of a drawer. "Okay Stephanie, if you want to be popular with the boys you'll have to learn how to give a good blowjob. So get on your knees and suck me," she said, after sliding a harness with a flesh colored dildo attached to it on. He felt silly and embarrassed, but he had to obey and he started running his tongue up and down the shaft of the artificial cock. "Don't forget to use your hands, Stephanie. Men love that." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." He gently stroked it from the base of the man made phallus as his tongue swirled around it. "Oh yeah, now we're talkin'," Haruko fake sighed in imitation of a male becoming excited. "Okay, put it in your mouth and suck it, bitch," she sternly directed and he did. She pulled on his head and made him gag when the dildo hit his gag reflex. "That's not good enough Stephanie. You need to learn to take the whole thing down your throat," she critiqued. The naked Rie and Shiho absentmindedly began to play with themselves watching this display of female dominance as he bobbed his head up and down on her play dick. "Oh fuck yessss," Haruko fake moaned. "Don't forget to fondle my balls," Haruko recommended and he lightly fingered her rubber nuts as he continued to suck on her shaft. She then pulled his head down on her simulated penis again and he gagged and coughed. Haruko finally had enough of this. "Okay, here is another homework assignment Stephanie: you will learn to deep throat. There are websites that will teach you how to do it, so check them out. You will be able to do it before the end of the Thanksgiving weekend, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good girl Stephanie."

"Now Stephanie, since you can play guitar, I want you to put together an hour long set and play it for us. Your concert will be on October 30th here in my bedroom, but that may change if more people want to hear you. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Then on Halloween, you will hand out candy dressed as you are now. Do you understand?" "Steven gulped and acted stunned like he had just been clubbed in the head with a baseball bat before quietly agreeing to it." "Good girl. You have a full plate now. Go home and have your mom teach you how to make tonight's meal and then do the homework I've given you." "Yes Mistress."

As he walked home, Steven wondered if he had bitten off more than he could chew when he submitted to Haruko. After he helped his mom make dinner, and, make no mistake, she was really happy at his newfound interest in cooking, he began to research exercise and dietary methods he could use to resculpt his body. Once he got bored with that, he went to an online guitar tab site to see what tunes he could use as a repetoire for the concert he was going to give. He could already play Kansas' "Dust in the Wind," so that went in straightaway. He also chose to do Jim Croce's "Time in a Bottle," though learning Maury Muehleisen's guitar part was going to be a bit of a bear. He liked Namie Amuro's "Can you Celebrate" and decided to learn that plus some of it was in Japanese, which should appeal to Haruko and her family. And so it went. By the time he had stopped thinking about it and taken a preliminary run at the Jim Croce tune, it was after midnight. That made him realize that he was going to have to structure his day more strictly now if he was going to get everything done, including whatever school projects came up. In other words, he was going to have to be more disciplined, which was funny to him since he was now engaging in BDSM. Also, he wanted to masturbate again when he finally decided to turn the light out, but it was way too late to bother her for permission.

He got up at 6 a.m. the next morning and went running. He wasn't in the best of shape, so it took him a while to finish the route he had opted to use. He barely got home in time to take a shower, gulp down breakfast and head to Haruko's. He had only gotten about five hours of sleep. "I don't care about that," Haruko told him. "You're here to serve me, so you're going to do it no matter how fatigued you are." "Yes Mistress. Then he told her about his not masturbating because it was too late in the evening to contact her. "Why are you telling me that, Steven? That's a pretty minimal thing to have to trust you with. If you masturbated without my permission it would be like you choosing your cock over me. How do you think I would feel about that? So just as a basic matter of respect I would expect you to keep your hands off your dick unless I grant you the right to touch it. You shouldn't expect a reward or praise for that" "Yes Mistress." "Wow, somebody hit her over the head with the bitch stick this morning," he thought to himself. But it also made him understand that he was going to have to do more than the minimum to impress her and stay her slave.

When they got to school, Haruko took Steven to one side. "Hey look baby, I know these changes are hard on you. But I really love how you're giving yourself to me and how you've allowed me to make a major discovery about myself. I almost feel like I've been reborn and it's because of you. Without you I would still be stuck in a vanilla mindset. So thank you." "I'm glad you feel that way my precious sweetheart. I'll do my best to make you happy." "I love you Steven." "I love you, too, Haruko." They began making out passionately but stopped when someone yelled at them to get a room. They rejoined the others and she checked to confirm that he was sitting like a girl with his legs together and his hands folded in his lap. She briefly grabbed his hard cock through his pants and whispered, "if you're a good girl today you'll get a chance to use this after we get home." "Thank you Mistress," he whispered into her ear. She smiled and kissed him and then reclined with her head in his lap as they sat on the planter that fronted the quad together. He gently stroked her cheeks and forehead and his jaw hurt from the unconscious wide smile he had on his face. When the bell rang to signal that students needed to go to their first period class, they climbed down off the planter. Haruko put her hand on his mouth. He took it in his own hand and kissed it before they intertwined their fingers and began their walk to their classes. Once they reached hers, he gave her one final short, soft kiss and turned silently to go to his classroom.

The South Marlin Circle Bondage Club Chapter 18

dandalk — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 22:31:29 UTC

"Sorry I fell asleep on you last night," Haruko apologized as they walked to school. "It was probably the best thing for you." "God, you give good foot massages. Can I have another one during lunch?" "You can have one anytime you want, babe. You have really cute legs and feet anyway." "You're not a foot fetishist are you?" "No, but I am a leg man, which is why I like that you wear skirts so often." "Thanks sweety." "You're welcome beautiful." "God, that reminds me, I need to go to Ms. McMullen's this weekend." "Who's that?" Oh, she's a lifestyler, too, and used to live on South Marlin Circle before she moved in with her nail girl and slave Thuy. Every Saturday is South Marlin Circle people day at her salon so we can stay pretty for our masters, or, in my case, boyfriend." "God, you guys have it all covered," Steven chuckled. "Pretty much!" Haruko chirped.

At lunch, after he finished eating, Steven removed Haruko's shoes and socks as she sat on a planter ringing the quad with the others and began pressing his fingers into her right arch and kneaded that foot for a few minutes. Jeff whispered into Yumi's ear, "total femdom scene," causing Yumi to giggle. He then moved on to her left. "God, I guess guitarists give the best foot massages," she sighed "Dude, you play guitar?" Eddie asked. "Yeah, a little. Nothing I want to show anybody, though." "Oh God, Steven, I'm going to have an orgasm here in a minute," she joked. 'That's awesome, man," Eddie complimented. "It's fun, dude, You should give it a shot," Steven suggested. "I don' t know man. I usually like to spend my free time hanging out with Yuki.": "Sorry Eddie, I don't think I've met her." "Oh dude," she's totally awesome," Ethan said. "She's Aya and Keiko's sister." "Really? If she looks anything like her sisters, she must be amazing," Steven offered. "Totally, dude. gotta have my Yuki fix every day," Eddie burbled. "Yeah, I feel the same way about Haruko. Shiho and Rie are killer, but nobody does it for me like Haruko does." "Sir, while I think my dearest Arisa is the last word as to the virtue of the fairer sex, your beloved Haruko is the apple of many a man's eye and they are in awe of you winning her affection." That bit of effusive flattery made Haruko giggle. "Thank you Cecil. Arisa is a lucky girl to have a man who can express himself like that." "Quite me lady," Cecil joked with a wry smile, cracking everybody up.

Unfortunately, after all this jolly banter and the relaxation Steven provided to Haruko, a very unpleasant incident occurred in the sixth period AP science class they had together. Just after they had taken their adjoining seats, Ronnie Henderson, one of the school bullies, yelled across the room, "Hey Morris, have you screwed that whore of yours yet?" "Hey Henderson, only women and gays are interested in gossip, which one are you?" "Honey, let me handle this," Haruko said and she got up and walked over to Ronnie. As soon as she rose out of her seat, their fellow students started opening their cellphones to take video of the confontation. "What do you want bitch?" "She grabbed his right wrist at the pressure point, causing him to freeze. "Okay Ronnie, go to your knees. Be a good boy or I'll do permanent nerve damage to your arm. That's it. Okay, now lay on your back. Good boy." She then scraped the bottom of her running shoe across his face. "Now lick my shoe, Ronnie and be quick about it," she commanded as the room murmured in disbelief. She pressed harder on his wrist until he finally complied, the taste of the dirt from her shoe permeating his tongue. 'That's a good boy." "Oh my God, I'm posting this to my Facebook page!" one student said, as a crowd gathered around them. "Yeah, this is going on my You Tube account," another informed the others. "God, most epic video evah!" another declared. Haruko then asked one of the students, Diana, who she knew from her gym class, to go delay their instructor so that she could continue to torture Ronnie, especially since she knew Diana to be rather manipulative. "One Academy Award performance coming up!" Diana predicted and went out into the hallway and closed the classroom door behind her. Finally, the door knob began to turn as Diana couldn't keep the teacher away any longer, but it was now five minutes into the class. "Hey Morris, can you ask him some convoluted question so that we can post our videos?" "You want it, you got it, Reyes." "You're the man, Morris."

Haruko took her foot off of Ronnie's face and scurried back to her seat and sat primly as the teacher walked in with Diana behind him. Ronnie hurriedly walked out of the room in tears and went home. Steven raised his hand and basically asked the teacher to recapitulate a long string of facts that he "wanted to make sure I understood correctly." While he was getting his answer, the clitter clatter of cellphone uploading went on until the teacher finished with his exegesis and told everybody to put their phones away.

The video, which was titled by one classmate of Haruko and Steven's as, "Girl Pwns Bully," created a worldwide sensation and was on all the internet clips shows and even on local and national news programs. By Friday, the various videos had amassed 20 million views. Ronnie was totally humiliated and dropped out of school because as soon as he would walk into a class everybody would start laughing. The good thing was that none of the videos got a clear shot at Haruko's face, but her name was revealed and it took a few days before the media stopped calling her house. When the principal summoned her and Steven into the office to answer the media demand, Steven said that wasn't going to happen and threatened to make an issue in the press of the principal interrupting their education so that he could get some tv time.

Steven's reaction in the immediate aftermath of the incident was to tell Haruko how cool what she did was and then kidded her about having an undisclosed ability of her own, which was her black belt in Shotokan karate. Rie and Maki had one, too, Rie getting hers shortly before her family moved to the west coast. Shiho was a brown belt and Robbie and Ken had studied it as well. Maki and Erik couldn't have been prouder at what Haruko did that day.

Of course, when they all met after school was out for the day and Steven and Haruko apprised them of what happened, this created a sensation. "Oh my God, Haruko, you really did that? You made him clean your shoe? Totally epic!" Eddie enthused. They also learned that Yumi had studied Aikido and Aoi judo while Yoriko was the equivalent of a black belt in judo, too, according to Aya.

When the female dominant Mrs. Westfield got wind of it, she laughed her ass off. "Ah, a man on his knees, just as nature intended," she giggled.

Steven went over to her house after dinner. The media wouldn't find out about the video until the day after, so Haruko and he were able to spend a tranquil evening together. She was still on her period, but took her shirt and bra off for him and then later gave him a hummer. He was still frustrated, though, since he couldn't so anything sexual for her. So he had her lay on her stomach and massaged her back. "God, you're going to put me to sleep," she placidly notified. "That's good. That means I'm making you relax," he propounded.

"Hey look, am I getting in the way here? I know your mom and your sisters are dressed right now and it's because I'm here. I don't want to be a pain in the ass," he told her. "I can see how you would feel that way, but personally, speaking selfishly, I'm glad you're here." "Obviously, I want to be anywhere you are, but I also know that you're straddling two cultures as it were and I don't want you to be resented for having me intruding on Rie and the rest's ability to run around naked and engage in BDSM in their home, either." "Yeah, I've been thinking about telling my family that you know what goes on, but then I hear my dad's voice in my head: 'do you know what kind of jeopardy you're putting us in' and all that stuff." "Yeah, saying it would be awkward would be an understatement. It's still early in our relationship, so let's just enjoy each other and then when things come up we'll deal with them then." 'Yeah, I think that's probably the best thing for now."

Maki came in and left some cokes and munchies. "Thank you Mrs. Eklund!" he smiled. "Your welcome, Steven." "Mom, Steven gives the best foot massages. You should have him do one for you." Steven laughed shyly as Haruko was using her mom to tease him. "Maybe later," Maki giggled. "I'm sure your dad would just love me giving his wife a massage," Steven laughed. "Your mood seems to be improving, So are you just about over your period?" "Yeah, I'm definitely getting there. "Great!" He repositioned herself alongside of her and they started kissing. Very slowly at first, but as time passed, their oral exchanges became more heated and he played with her left nipple while their tongues slithered around each other. Then there was the sound of someone rapping on the open bedroom door. They looked up and saw Shiho standing there. "Can I hang out with you guys for a while?" she inquired. "Sure Shiho," Haruko invited. Shiho was attired in a yellow tank top and jean shorts. Haruko sat up, making no attempt to conceal her bared breasts. "Steven, give her a foot massage!" Haruko ordered. "Shiho, sit next to me so Steven can rub your feet." "Yes ma'am," he grinned. "Are you sure?" Shiho wondered. "He's really good at it Shiho. He's been massaging me for a while, so I thought I would let you have a turn." "Arigatou oneesan." "Iie (don't worry about it)."

He picked up Shiho's left foot and began to press into it with his thumb. "Mmmm, that feels so nice," she hummed. "You have lovely feet, Shiho," Steven evaluated. "Thank you." Steven was eyeing a combination of Haruko's hooters and Shiho's legs and face while he worked her toes. "Oh my God, oneesan, you're right! I'm feeling so relaxed." "I told you." "You're lucky to have a boyfriend who can do this." "Don't stop until she tells you you're finished, Steven." "Yes Ma'am, he answered with a wink. After massaging Shiho's tootsies for half an hour, Haruko had Steven stand next to the bed. "Here Shiho, I want to show you something," Haruko said with a conspiratorial look in her eye. Haruko undid the clasp on his pants, pulled the zipper down and then yanked his pants down to his knees, exposing his hard eight inch cock. "Oh my God oneesan, his thing is huge!" Being shown off this way made Steven's dick even stiffer. "Would you like to touch it?" "Can I?" Shiho checked. "Go ahead. Steven, keep your hands behind your back," Haruko commanded. "Yes Ma'am." Shiho reached over and gently nudged her index finger against the tip of his engorged schlong. Steven let out a small shudder. Shiho took it in her hand and squeezed and felt it. "God, it's so rigid and warm," she noted. "It feels even better when it's inside me," Haruko pronounced. "This is the first time she's ever touched a cock, Steven. She's still a virgin." Shiho was lightly stroking it now and Steven was leaking his precum on to Shiho's hand. "That fluid that is coming out of his cockhead is called 'precum' Shiho. It's got a slightly salty taste to it. Why don't you try it?" Steven's eyes got real big. "Are you...." "Quiet Steven!" Haruko barked. "Oh my God, she's dominating me!" he realized. "Are you sure it's okay?" Shiho asked Haruko. "Yes. Lap a little on to your tongue." Shiho did exactly that and when he felt her tongue strike his flesh column he moaned. "Oishii (it's delicious)!"

"When you suck your first dick Shiho, you'll swallow a lot of that in the course of stimulating him. His cum is even saltier and has a slightly snotty texture, so whether you like it or not will depend on what you like. Okay, now see his balls?" "Yes," Shiho confirmed. "Use your lefthand to gently play with them." "Okay." Steven felt the tender caress of Shiho's soft hand on his sack, making him moan again. "Stroke him again while you do that with his balls, Shiho." "Okay," she obeyed. "Don't you think Shiho is a very obedient girl?" she asked Steven. 'Yes Ma'am." Steven could feel his balls beginning to tighten and his moans were much louder and his breathing raspy. "See Shiho, he is on the way to cumming. He will attain a peak of arousal and then begin to ejaculate. Look at the expressions on his face and listen to the rate of his breathing. The faster and more erratic it is the sooner he is about to cum," she instructed. "Oh fuck, God Shiho, I'm going to cum!" Steven warned. "Keep doing that Shiho, but when he begins to shoot, only touch his shaft and use a milking motion to draw out all of his semen." "Okay oneesan," Shiho remembered. "Oh shit, I'm cumming!" he said in a strangled growl and he began to pulse his seed on Shiho's arm, hands, face and the bedspread. Shiho squealed when a glob hit her in the nose.

"Oh my God," he panted. He spun and collapsed on the edge of the bed to recover his breath. "How did her hand feel on your cock, Steven?" "Her hands are really soft Haruko. They felt amazing." Shiho got up to get some tissues to wipe his sperm off of her as well as the bedspread. "What did you think, Shiho?" "It was fun to make him do that, oneesan. His cock is beautiful and looking at it makes me super wet." "Me too, Shiho. Now it will take him a few minutes before he can get it up again. And that intermission, I guess you could call it, will lengthen as he gets older. So be patient with your future master's cock." "Okay oneesan. Thanks for showing me this. Thanks Steven." "The pleasure was all mine, Shiho." he said. Shiho exited the bedroom giggling.

"Wow, what was THAT all about?" Steven asked Haruko after he slipped back into bed next to her. "I don't know, Steven. I just thought it would be fun to show Shiho your cock since she hasn't seen one before and then I kinda got turned on and it snowballed from there." "So maybe you're actually a dominant?" Steven asked. "God, I don't know. This is the first time I had feelings like that. What did you think?" "To be perfectly honest, Haruko, half of me likes the idea of submitting to you and half doesn't because I usually like being in control." "Yes, but sometimes people who have to be in control all the time find it liberating to surrender that." "That's just it. The way you were toying with me there was uber hot, but I don't think I can tolerate some of the more intense female domination like long term sexual denial and shit. The other thing is that I love you like a house on fire and don't want any walls between me being able to spontaneously kiss and hold you and talk to you." "Yeah, especially since I love it when you do that. It feels really good." "The other thing is that, as I'm sure you noticed, I have very little tolerance for ceremonial bullshit and I like to speak up when I feel like it and not have to hold back. So if we entered into a situation where you topped me I don't know how long it would last before I would become so frustrated that the relationship would cease to be emotionally and physically satisfying."

"Yeah, this is probably pretty intense for someone in their first relationship," Haruko conceded. "Have you done stuff like this before?" he asked. "No. Not even close." "I wonder what Shiho was thinking. She's not dumb, so she had to realize you were dominating me." "You might be right, Steven." "So can we keep our relationship on the basis it was before this incident and then just kind of feel it out from there?" "Yeah, that's probably the best thing to do." "The other thing is that I'm going away to college in a little less than a year. How can we maintain a D/s relationship over that distance, especially since I might be in school for another ten years before I receive my Phd?" "It actually happens all the time, but most of the subbies don't get postgrad degrees, though my mom is one of the exceptions and even she got her masters and doctorate locally. The waiting is psychologically easier to endure with just an undergrad situation. bUT it's hard to predict how that will pan out over the kind of time you're talking about." "It would be an easier situation if I could do my under and postgrad here in SoCal at Cal Tech, but if I end up at MIT or some other school back east or in Northern California, then that's obviously out the window unless you can go to those schools with me."

"You seem open to the possibility of being dominated, though, Steven." "Yeah, but to such a limited degree would it really satisfy you?" "God, I don't know. I'll have to see how these desires develop in me. It could be today was a one time thing." "Well, it's important you don't feel guilty about it. Yes, I have doubts about the concept, but that doesn't mean we can't create some framework to make a female led relationship work." "Thank you Steven. It's nice that you have an open mind, but I guess both of us will just have to explore our feelings more and see where it goes." "Yeah, you're right. Whatever happens, Haruko, I will always love you through it and I hope you will feel the same about me." "Steven, I do love you. Also, I have to try to make this relationship work because of what you know about me and the others." "Well, I don't want you to stay with me just because of the secret. I will take that to my grave unless you screw me over in a nasty way because what you guys do is nobody's business." "That's good. We have some kind of weird chemistry so I'm not going to give up on us just yet." "Great. Let's leave it there and we'll just take it day by day." "Okay." "You aren't angry I did that, though, right?" "Not in any way, shape or form. I think it was actually productive because you may have found out something about yourself you didn't know before and it takes me out of my comfort zone and forces me to examine issues I haven't before." "I'm glad you have that attitude toward it, Steven." "It's all part of the growing process, I guess." "Yeah."

They both quieted down and spent a little while exchanging soft, warm kisses and then he went home.

The next day, the media frenzy over what Haruko did began and it made the school day something of a hassle. After Steven told the principal there would be no interviews of him or Haruko forthcoming, they went home with their friends. Reporters tried to ambush them on the sidewalk, but they were ignored. The other members of the South Marlin Circle contingent formed a kind of flying wedge around Steven and Haruko so that they would be nearly impossible to photograph. Mr. Stevenson had a trio of Wackenhut security guards stationed on the Eklund's lawn to fend off reporters and then had half a dozen more accompany the kids to school the next morning, driving them there in a van. Haruko and Steven didn't go. Because of the public attention, the subbies were ordered to wear long pants and panties.

Steven and Haruko, though, did go to school Thursday, but again, in a van with the Wackenhut guards and came home the same way. Friday, though, it was business as usual, as the news cycle went into weekend mode and the media attention pretty much died down. After dinner that day, Steven went to her house for the first time in four days. "Thank God that bullshit's over with," Steven vented. "Yeah, tell me about it. God, what a joke of a circus THAT was." "God Haruko, I've missed spending time with you so much." "I've missed you, too. At least we got to spend a little time together at school, but having this semi-private time is really nice." They spent the ensuing half hour kissing each other. Steven heard Brandon screwing Rie down the hallway, which only made him hornier. Haruko was over her period now. She told him to take his clothes off and then remain standing, his erect cock sticking out horizontally. She got off the bed and dropped to her knees and brought her tongue close enough for him to barely feel it and did that along the entire length of his penis, from the spot where his balls meet the shaft all the way up the tip. She very lightly strummed his balls with her nails. He stroked her head as she teased him this way. Then she brought her fingertips into play, so barely gliding them long the skin as to almost be like getting a handjob with the little ridges that ordinarily only show up in fingerprints. She knew he was waiting for firmer pressure, but she wouldn't have any of it. She dragged her lips gently along his length. He was receiving stimulation, but it was barely perceptible and he wondered when she would engulf it in her mouth and suck him for all she was worth.

But she continued the pleasurable torture. Ten minutes turned into 15 turned into 30. He was still fully erect and dripping precum. Then she suddenly got up and went down the hall and brought Shiho back with her. "Hey Shiho, take your clothes off for me, okay?" "Okay," she consented and shed her apparel. "I want you to kneel on the bed facing Steven and play with your breasts," he told her. Steven couldn't believe he was now able to see Shiho, who, even though only 14, was pretty busty for her age and only a couple inches shorter than Haruko. He watched as Shiho pulled, rubbed and twiddled her nipples while she observed her older sister tantalizing her boyfriend's long, thick plonker. She was sopping wet seeing his baby maker and bringing friction to her milk ducts. Steven looked into Shiho's eyes, which were a little wider than her older sisters' and colored blue, unlike the brown of Rie and Haruko. He followed the line down her thin nose and somewhat full lips, her long blonde hair draping her beautiful face. He watched the way her boobs bounced when she grasped and shook them.

Meanwhile, he was still painfully hard. Haruko increased the pressure she exerted with her lips, tongue and fingers, but only marginally so. She turned his penis up and ducked her head under it to suck his balls gently. "Okay Shiho, I want you to play with yourself," Haruko demanded. Shiho let out a long sigh and said, "okay" and pushed two fingers inside of her snatch. This sight was just so much more erotic to Steven and the stiffness of his cock somehow seemed to be amplified just that much more. "God Haruko, suck me," he whimpered. "Steven, the next time you say anything you're going home, do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am." "Good boy." "And oh, the only time you can talk is if you're going to cum, understand/" Yes Ma'am." "Good boy." 15 minutes later. Shiho was orgasming as she furiously frigged her clit, but Steven was still fully erect and leaking precum. "Do you want me to keep masturbating?" Shiho wondered to Haruko. "Yes Shiho, I want you to now lay on your back with your legs spread wide open and continue rubbing yourself." "Okay."

Maki came in to check on her kids and Steven. Steven didn't say anything as he was ordered while the other two kept doing what they had been. Steven was relieved when Haruko began to place more pressure on his extended manhood. It was all he could do to keep his moans and sighs from becoming real words. Shiho was breathing hard as she was climbing up pleasure mountain again while Haruko's lips felt like heaven to Steven with the heavier pressure. Haruko pushed the pace of her headbobbing to the limit and he could feel his sperm getting ready to launch. The taste of precum was more profound on her tongue as he drew closer to climax. Shiho got herself off again, the sensuous panting and gasping making Steven's balls roil. He could feel his trigger beginning to be cocked. "Oh God, I'm going to cum!" he informed Haruko. She pulled her head of of his cock, his precum spilling out of his cockhead. His dick twitched but he didn't cum, which made Haruko smile since that indicated that she had gotten him right to the leading edge. She looked up at him and put a finger to her lips to tell him to be silent. Shiho had another orgasm, which made Steven even more desperate to blast his semen somewhere, anywhere.

Haruko put her entire hand over Steven's mouth. "Steven, when you go home tonight, I want you to shave your pubic hair off, do you understand?" Getting the message that he was to remain quiet, he nodded his head vertically. Shiho had yet another orgasm and then said her fingers were becoming tired. ""Okay Shiho, you can't stop masturbating. But scoot your butt up to the edge of the bed. "Okay oneesan." "Okay Steven, I want you to eat Shiho out and you will keep going until I tell you to stop. When you are done with that task then I will play with your cock again. Do you understand?' He nodded his head affirmatively. He was still hard as a rock, his horniness maintained by the thought of giving oral sex to the gorgeous Shiho, whose pussy was now a wet, swampy mess.

Steven grabbed a pillow and put it under Shiho's shapely hips and dove into her moist sex. He attacked her clit and slit with all the enthusiasm of a famine victim who had just stumbled on an unguarded and well stocked buffet table. Her clit made more sensitive by the beating they took from her index and middle fingers, it took less than ten minutes to push her buttons and send her into paroxysms of ecstasy while he slurped up her clean but still erotically tasty juices. Shiho pressed her hands against her breasts while her brain focused on what was going on between her legs. He inserted two fingers into her and in another two minutes her body look like a slab of jello as it trembled with the orgasm searing her senses. He subsequently brought her off to a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, then a sixth, then a seventh, each orgasm coming in closer proximity to the one preceding it, his face drenched in her natural lubricant. She was having both vaginal and clitor al orgasms and Rie and Brandon were watching what was going on. Haruko explained to them in a whispery voice what she was doing and why Shiho was involved. This was news to both the intruders, so to speak, who had no idea that Haruko had dominant tendencies. His jaw was becoming sore now as he flicked her clit to her eighth orgasm. Shiho then saved him. "Oneechan, kurichan itai yo (older sister, my clit hurts!)." "Okay Steven, that's enough. Stand in the same spot you were before." Steven turned toward her and nodded, his cock turgid and throbbing, but not necessarily in a bad way. His balls hurt off and on, too.

Steven stood at attention. She stroked his cock a feel times. "Do you want to cum?" she asked, with a sinister smile on her face. He nodded "yes." "You may speak now, but only to answer this question: what are you going to do when you get home?" "Shave my pubic hair Ma'am." "Good boy. Now lay on your back on the bed." He did as he was ordered and she climbed on top of him and grasped his pole and implaed herself on it . "Ohhhhhh Goddddd," she moaned as she felt his rod stuffing her deeply. Haruko braced herself against his chest and she began to pump her hips up and down, her pussy sliding smoothly over it, her vaginal walls sandwiching his tool. Even at the beginning, the friction felt amazing and both participants were moaning . She placed one of her hands over his mouth to remind him again to not saying anything, but the eroticism of that act of domination only made him somewhat quicker on the trigger as she used his staff to excite her passion. Oh God, your cock feels sooooo good baby, oh fuckkkkkk" she prasied, his thickness dispatching increasingly urgent messages of pleasure to her brain. He tried to relax so that he wouldn't cum too soon. "You better not cum too soon, Steven," she pointed out forcefully as she huffed and puffed and gasped and panted while her hips rock and undulated, scratching that itch inside of her. God, his cock felt so hot, he didn't know if he was going to be able to hold out as she chased her orgasm. His voice was getting raspier by the second as he endeavored to suppress his urge to cum. She looked down at him malevolently while her hips bobbed and weaved. "Oh God damn, oh shit oh shit," she spluttered as the heat built up within her, the enjoyment of his thickness against her soft insides putting her just about there. His breathing, though, was just about out of control. Her hips rocked as hard as she could manage and she finally welcomed the orgasm she was on a quest for, digging her nails into his chest. He then went off, too, cannonading his sperm grenades up her love channel.

Being able to flush his load into her was like offloading a ten ton weight from his pubic region. She collapsed on top of him and hugged him as he did the same to her. She put her hand over his mouth again and he wondered when he was going to be allowed to say anything. However, the move also revived his flaccid cock and he emitted a sigh while the hand was still covering his cakehole. "Oh, do you like that?" Haruko wondered. He had to be honest and nod his head vertically. She kissed him. She put her hand over his mouth again and saw that there now a sequel to his erection. She slid her hips back, grabbed his member and slipped it back inside of her. "Ohhhhhh," he moaned. "God, you and me both," she affirmed as her hips began juking and stuttering , feeling every inch of him even with her slot filled with his previous volleys of manjuice and she rode him and rode him and came and came and came before he finished inside of her again. She was done now. She put her hand over his mouth once more because she just wanted to be held quietly. To express his love for her all he could do is hold her tightly against his chest. It was getting late now and he had to go home. He raised his hand in hopes that would get her to recognize him. "Yes Steven?" "Ma'am, I have to go home. It's almost 10 0'clock." "Okay baby. I hope you enjoyed our play tonight. I love you tons," she said. "Thank you Ma'am, I love you, too." He gently rolled her on to her back, kissed her softly and took one last glance at her beautiful eyes and dressed and left.