Wednesday morning, Mike told Jessica that she would now be required to keep the benwa balls inside of her during lunch every day.. Mike still didn't want to force too much on her until after finals had concluded. This was pretty light stuff, he thought, so no harm, no foul. So before going out to the place she and Mike hungout everyday, she went into a bathroom and inserted the balls inside of her. Then Mike would have her remove them in front of him while he screened off her body from possible discovery with his own. Jessica was happy to have the balls inside of her because when she checked up on the web what they were supposed to do, she saw that it would help her grip his cock tighter with her pubic muscle, which would increase his pleasure because that is all she wanted to do, please him.

When they arrived at Jessica's that day, Mike decided to just go for it. Obviously, privacy has been a huge problem for the teenage pair and he wanted to obtain some for them. While Jessica dove into her homework, Mike went out to the living room, where Mrs. Hamada was. "Hi Jennifer," he said firmly. "Jennifer, you said a couple days ago that we had earned the privilege of being able to sleep together over Christmas. I also feel that we have earned the privilege of being awarded privacy while we're here at your home. so you will give that to us." His heart was beating out of his chest waiting to see if she would jump in his face for having the cheek to make that demand in her house, but he saw her eyes glaze over and she almost sighed as she gave her blessing to his command.

Mrs. Hamada seemed to be getting more and more mentally gone and compliant the more he issued orders for her. The wild card in all this was Carl and Mike knew he had to have a light touch here so that he not only didn't get his ass handed to him by a livid husband, but ended up not getting Jennifer and losing Jessica, making his hand his only girlfriend again.

Mike returned to Jessica's room and shut the door. He dictated that she get naked while he became likewise. Jessica asked about her mom perhaps blowing a gasket if she caught them. "Fucktoy is ordered to leave security matters to Master," Mike urged. She hesitantly lost her attire and his beautiful Asian girlfriend was in her birthday suit. He plopped himself next to her and began telling her how much he loved her while taking his time admiring her face and body. "From now on, until your father comes home and only when I am here with you, fucktoy is not permitted to wear any clothing," he told her. That thought seemed to have an effect on her, as the look in her eyes became more distant as if her brain was launching itself for an intergalactic voyage. "Yes Master," she robotically consented. Too bad he didn't have his bag of goodies with him at the moment, though. Nonetheless, he was going to get a taste of her delicious slit and moved down on the bed and licked and sucked her clit until she was cumming repeatedly.. She tasted so good. She was so neat, prim and sweet smelling. Very much heaven sent in his mind. If he were a painter or a poet she would be his muse.

He was erect and needed relief. so he parked his penis in her pussy and porked her in a divine bit of low brow alliteration, the walls of her cunt clasping his pecker like it was a winning lottery ticket, with each pump of his hips sending them both incrementally toward the height of pleasure until the wall holding their ecstasy back was finally and definitively breached in a rain of semen and hot, exaggerated breathing. He held her little body in his long arms, protecting her in this vulnerable moment and using that defense as yet another vehicle by which to show his affection for her.

He raised himself up and suggested that they get back to their homework. As much as he personally wanted to ravish this, at least to him, aesthetically perfect and behaviorally elegant creature without cessation in order to exorcize his own wanton lust, her humanity compelled him to preserve her interests. His lust for her mother was another chapter in the age old battle between the epicurean and the glutton, especially in the heavy metal world where excess is equated with success. He ultimately made the judgment that the best way to approach this that would keep random craziness from intervening was to leave Jennifer alone sexually while exploiting her submissive traits to aid his relationship with Jessica.

When he and Jessica were finished with their assignments, they cuddled and cooed at each other. Just before 5 p.m. and with her father likely to arrive home within the next hour, they got dressed and Mike went home.

Jessica and he screwed just about every weekday now and sometimes managed it on the weekends, too, as Mike was very gratified that he got to play with his little Asian fucktoy basically whenever he wanted and her doing her homework or practicing guitar while Mike's cum slowly dripped out of her became second nature. He continued to not make many stressful demands on Jessica other than the benwa balls thing. At the end of January, they both sailed through their finals and it showed in their report cards, as Jessica aced all of her classes and finished with a 4.4 GPA (AP classes get an extra grade point each) while Mike posted a 3.6. Mike's mom was ecstatic, calling Jennifer to tell her how much of a good influence her daughter had been on her son and how that was Mike's best best marks since seventh grade.

The day of their last final, Mike took Jessica home as usual and while Jessica got naked, Mike went to Mrs. Hamada: "Jennifer, I sent you an email  earlier with information on clothes I want you to order for Jessica. I want you to send the order to my house." Again, she initially wanted to resist, but her subconscious put the brakes to that impulse and she indicated her acquiescence to Mike's demand. "Good girl," Mike complimented as he went back to Jessica's room. Jennifer felt good when he recognized her obedience, but she didn't know why.

Ten days later, a large box was dropped on Mike's doorstep. "What is this/" Mrs. Alyea asked him. "It's Jennifer's Valentine's Day present mom," he told her.

When Valentine's Day came, which was on a Tuesday, Mike took her to a nail salon so she could have her toenails and fingernails manicured. Then they went back to Mike's house, where he had ordered an outcall masseuse to give both of them massages. After showering, he brought her to an excellent Japanese restaurant in an adjacent town, where they dined on high quality sushi. Jessica was very happy with all this and had already considered it a day where she felt Mike showed how much he cared for her. He took her home and presented her with the box. Jessica opened it and found it packed with various types of clothes and lingerie, many of them Cheongsam, also known as Qipao, the beautiful and sexy silk outfits that many Chinese women wore. He also had gotten through Jennifer more casual outfits that he thought would look better on Jessica than what she usually wore. Almost all of them required her to display her legs in one way or another. "As my fucktoy," Mike explained, "you're my queen. I want you to start dressing like what someone of that status deserves." She cried, of course, and they lingered for a while after he helped her take the box inside her house to her room. "Tomorrow, you will wear the white cheongsam with the little red flower accents," he told her, "and white thigh high stockings and heels with it, too, along with the matching lacy bra and panties."

When she put it on the next morning before school, she was surprised to see that the ankle length garment was slit all the way up to the middle of her thigh. Mrs. Hamada was over the moon at how gorgeous her daughter looked, the contrast with her black hair and dark brown eyes adding to the color palette surrounding her. When Mike picked her up he couldn't believe how classy and demure she appeared and he liked the fact that the slit in the skirt gave him easy access to whatever it was he wanted to grope. "How do you feel babe?" he asked. "Well, I'm not Chinese, but I like it, though I wonder if I'm overdressing for school." "Yeah, I looked at Japanese and Korean clothing, too, but it wasn't as sexy as the outfits I got for you. I really want to show you off to people and make them jealous," Mike admitted. "You look fucking spectacular, ip," he enthused.

The other thing was that because she was in a wheelchair the total aesthetic effect of the Cheongsam was somewhat muted. The slits technically violated the school's dress code, but none of the teachers were going to touch that pc minefield because one can only imagine the controversy if they tried to get a handicapped Asian girl to change her ethnic outfit. She attracted a lot of stares from the other girls as well as the boys in her classes because one didn't see that kind of dress everyday in her mostly white suburban SoCal enclave and she looked so hot in it. The non-Asian girls resigned themselves to the fact that they can't carry that outfit. It is like when a white or black girl tries to wear a kimono. It just doesn't look right for some reason.

When they went to her house after school, Jessica reflexively began to disrobe, but Mike stopped her and spent five minutes just taking her beauty in, snapping off several pictures on his cellphone. He didn't want her to become a cliche, though, so he told her that tomorrow she would wear leather pants, a white blouse, a black vest and black heels. Underneath he had her put on a leather bustier instead of a bra and a leather thing.

That Saturday, he had a surprise for her. He drove her to the beach and they piled out of his car and he pushed her to the end of the pier. He crouched down in front of her and he pulled a slim leather collar with an o-ring, which in turn had a little metal heart hanging from it, out of his bag. He snapped it on to her neck by closing a hasp before saying to her, "Jessica Mi-ja Hamada, you are now officially collared and are to wear this 24 hours a day as a symbol of your bondage to me except when you bathe. Your body and mind are now mine to use as I see fit and you will obey me without question. Does my little Asian fucktoy understand?" "Yes Master. I'm so happy to belong to you. I will serve you with all my heart," she pledged. She began to cry as their union was solemnified and he held her, telling his newly minted slave that he was honored to have such a beautiful, smart and talented servant at his disposal. She let out a long sigh like she was rocketing into subspace again. He allowed her to float around in her personal galaxy for a while as he watched the birds play on the water and the shoreline and listened to the crash of the waves.

He took her back to his place. She was to tell everyone that the collar was a choker and because she was given it by him she didn't want to take if off due to the sentimental value. "Master, I'm sorry my legs will prevent me from doing certain things for you," she apologized. "Fucktoy, there are other things you do that more than compensate for it. All your Master can ask is that you make your utmost effort to serve him. If you do that, your Master will continue to be honored to call you his slave." 'I love you Master," she whimpered. "I love you, too, fucktoy," he returned. 

"And Jessica, just so we get something straight here, I want you to have fun with me. I may say I own you now, but I want to keep it enjoyable for both of us and you will not put unreasonable pressure on yourself to serve me, okay? We can still be together even if you decide there will no longer be any kink in our relationship. My first priority is you as a person because it is your basic qualities that I fell in love with. So if you want to joke around, tease me, etc, that's okay. Just keep in mind that I prefer that you subordinate yourself to me within the limits of your tolerance. But the kink itself isn't everything, you are."

"Master, when I submit to you it just feels so right to me. My natural place is under your control and I feel loved and protected when I'm with you. Thank you for telling me that you are first concerned with me as a human being and not as much as me being a vessel for your desire for domination. I feel validated when you say that and it only makes me love you more."

Mike smiled and hugged her even tighter this time. "Please understand, Jessica, that no matter what fucked up crap I try to pull with you that my love for you is never in question. Please remember that going forward." "Yes Master," Jessica answered.

Monday, when Mike drove Jessica back home, he decided to add a new feature to her bedroom. He unscrewed the plate shaped lightbulb cover hanging from her ceiling while standing on her bed and then he took a power drill that he brought from home and bored two pilot holes into the ceiling beam, into which he inserted eye bolts. Then he screwed the eyebolts in. He put a length of rope through them and then pulled himself up with it to see how firmly the bolts held. No problems appeared to surface. And the lightbulb cover appeared as if it would conceal the bolts unless you were looking for them. Jessica was already naked, so he put her on her knees on the bed and then bound her arms before looping the rope through the eyebolts and tying it off. Then he bound her breasts, blindfolded and gagged her and shackled her ankles together. He shoved a vibrating egg into her pussy and attached vibrating nipple clamps to her teats. He turned the vibrators on while he watched her reactions. Within five minutes, she was beginning to moan a lot and he jacked up the level of vibrations to full, which really got a good resonance in her pussy going and a nice throbbing in her nipples. Soon she was raspily huffing and puffing and the frequency of those breaths was increasing before it became too much for her, as she let out a choked, mewling scream and her pubic muscles contracted hard to force the orgasm up through her.

He stood up on the bed and pulled her gag off and jammed his rigid cock into her mouth, grabbing both sides of her head and ramming his dick in and out as he liked. "Fuck slave, you have such a great mouth," he said as he moaned his way closer to detonating his spunk bomb. "Fuck yeah, that's it, suck my dick slave, oh fuck oh fuck ohhhhh" he histrionically urged, his cockhead burying itself in her throat and then popping back out so she can inhale some air, her saliva coating his cock. Faster and faster he went, reaming his little Asian fucktoy's mouth before he felt his balls tighten and then his cock begin to void itself of his sperm into her waiting piehole. She drank it down and then cleaned his cock off. Mike fell back on the bed and eyed his tied up girlfriend, her breasts wrapped in rope, after he had just skullfucked her. The vibrators bestowed another orgasm on her and then he turned them off and untied her while also reclaiming the sex toys he used on her. He hadn't had the nipple rings locked on her in a while, so he put them back on her to keep her nipples erect. He didn't have her anchored to the eye bolts too long, so she wasn't arm weary. He let her get dressed and then they played guitar until it was time for him to go home.