Sunday, and with the start of school Monday shadowing them, Mike, Jessica and the rest of the band met around noon to rehearse everything that they learned during the summer and before that. They ultimately played for a little over three hours before they determined that they had enough. They hung out near Mike's pool for a while and left when the conversation began to dwindle or when their girlfriends demanded some of their time.

That left Mike and Jessica alone again and no idea when Mike's parents would come home that day. In case they returned early, Mike told his brother to check in around five, which was rapidly coming up. So for Mike, the prospect of having sex was pretty much closing rapidly. He chose to plant Jessica on the living room couch and do a little inspection of the house to deal with any problems before Mr. and Mrs. Alyea were back in the picture. There wasn't much. His room aside, he didn't want the place to look like a pig sty for fear of turning Jessica off, so he kept things pretty neat, which was made easier by the fact that he just didn't spend that much time downstairs anyway. He was especially careful, though, about inspecting the music room to ensure that he didn't leave any of his and Jessica's sex toys there and he also reconciled what he knew he was supposed to have with what he had in his book bag.

He could pretty much hide the silk rope in plain sight since there wasn't anything on it that screamed, "bondage." The cuffs, vibrators and butt plug were completely different issues, though, as was the dildo that he gave Jessica. She didn't need it anymore since she could now take his cock all the way down. Also, whither the harness? It was pretty obvious what THAT was. If his mom found it, she would know immediately that he and Jessica were engaging in kinky sex and there was the possibility that she would tell Jessica's mother. Jessica couldn't keep it in her room. either. It took up too much space to fit in her either of her guitar cases to close and lock them.

Keep the bag of tricks in his car? That was REALLY out because if a cop pulled him over and then searched his trunk it would look like he was on the prowl to kidnap somebody. And his parents would definitely know and so might the idiot principal, who would probably have a CYA panic attack and kick him out for fear he was some kind of predator. It was a buffet of Hobson's choices.

The only other solution was to throw the lot out, but that would be a waste of money and no fun. No doubt about it, hiding shit from prying parents was a bitch. Mike might be able to make an argument that the cuffs were part of the band's heavy metal act, but not with any of the toys. He could have Jessica wear some of that stuff occasionally, even to school, but for hygienic and physiological reasons, not every freaking day.

Mike finally came up with a solution after talking it over with Jessica: buy an empty speaker cab or a cab that was no longer working and use it as his personal hiding place. Put a big ass warning sticker about electrocution on the back of it and bam, it's pretty unlikely mom would go there when she was cleaning house. Kind of a long way to go, but probably the most workable idea.

He was able to find someone selling an old cheap no name combo amp with a speaker that needed to be replaced online for not much money. He would go down after school Monday to the seller's house to take a look at it.

He did tell Jessica, though, that he was going to make her first day of her junior year memorable. First, he was going to pick her up early, informing her parents that they were going to have breakfast before school. Then they would go to the park he had put the harness on her a while back and use the bathroom, where he would bind her body with the silk rope. So she needed to wear a dark t-shirt to cover it. She would also wear the thong with the dildo and the butt plug in it and have the nipple rings with the chain locked on her under her bra. "Good thing nothing serious gets done the first day of school," Jessica laughed. 'What do you say for the effort I'm putting in to arrange all this for you?" he asked her with a sarcastic grin. "Thank you Master." "Thank you Master for what?" he wanted her to elaborate. 'Thank you Master for making your little Asian fucktoy's first day in 11th grade so special." "You're welcome, fucktoy," he told her. He kissed her and then heard the garage door opener being activated. "Shit," he grumbled.

Mike's parents came through the door that connected the kitchen with the garage. "Hi honey!" Mike's mom smiled. "Hi Dad," he waved. "Oh look honey, Jessica's here." "Hi!" Jessica said from the couch, waving. "Where's your brother, Mike?" his father inquired. "He went to the beach. He's supposed to be back pretty quick." Jessica also got a hug from Mrs. Alyea. "Well look kids," his mom announced, "it's going to be takeout tonight. I don't feel like fixing dinner. Jessica, did you want anything?" "No thanks Mrs. Alyea. I have to go home for dinner anyway." "Oh that's too bad. "Yeah, we were just about to leave Mom. I'll be back in a bit."

Mike took Jessica home and they exchanged heated, lengthy kisses before he finally let her go in. For Jessica, she needed to do well in school and had no choice about that. So with school in the extremely near future, she was dreading how to balance her need for homework, study and Mike time with her further responsibility of practicing guitar and rehearsing and maybe even gigging with the band. Her main fear was that her and Mike would argue over her availability for non-academic activity and their relationship would start being a drag and if they broke up she would probably lose her slot in the group, too.

Monday, she woke up at 6 a.m. and showered and dressed in a loose black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans and flats. She didn't wear any panties because Mike was going to supply her underwear. Her heart, in fact, was beating nervously about the stunt they were going to pull and she would be in classes with teachers she didn't know and with a lot of students she had never met before. She loaded her book bag with a notebook, pens and a water bottle.

Mike pulled up at around 7 a.m. looking tired. He had been watching cartoons until about 1 a.m. before finally going to sleep. They then headed to the park. He knew they were going to have a lot less time than they did during the summer, so to cut the time expended down,  he had her unhook her bra and pants on the way and take off her shoes. He parked the car in the closest space next to the bathroom and they snuck inside of it and locked the door. Within a minute, she was naked and on her hands and knees on the floor. He pulled the thong out of his bag and, after lubing her asshole and the attachments, roughly slid it over her feet and knees and then up her legs and fit the dildo and butt plug inside her. Then it took him five looong minutes to do the karada tie properly. He lifted her into the wheelchair and locked the nipple rings on to her. She scrambled to put her pants, bra and jeans back on. Mike unlocked the door and poked his head out, didn't see anyone, and then he rushed her to the car, where she slid into the passenger's side and then he jumped in front and shut the door. They were home free now. He circled back and set out for school. He gave Jessica the tube of lube in case she needed to give her asshole another shot of it.

They were both relieved the little operation went off without a hitch and were giddy. Jessica was already feeling her nipples begin to throb and her pussy and ass both felt full and she was getting wetter by the minute. That was joined by the feeling of the rope being wrapped tightly around her, including just above those nipples. "So how does my precious fucktoy feel this morning," Mike officiously inquired. "Master's little Asian fucktoy feels horny and apprehensive, she revealed. "The tension is what makes it delicious," Mike comforted her. "Now remember that you are representing me when you're on campus, so if you do anything undignified that I'm not personally doing to you there will be punishment, understand fucktoy?" "Yes Master," she nodded.

"Did my fucktoy eat this morning?" "No Master," she disclosed. "You deserve a reward for complying so readily with your Master's wishes fucktoy," he said, pulling into the parking lot of a donut shop. She stayed in the car while he went to buy the donuts, Mike keeping a close eye on his partially bound subbie. Five minutes later, he was back and they ate their donuts at a leisurely pace as it was still early yet, and even did some kissing and over the clothes groping. At 8 a.m., Mike finally drove his car into the school parking lot and got one of the last spaces. Unfortunately, since there was no extra room and he didn't have a handicapped placard for Jessica, he had to carefully extract her chair out of his backseat and then basically drag Jessica to her chair. "Okay baby, remember, back to the normal way of talking to each other. "Okay honey," she sang.

Because she was in two AP classes and not the normal ones attended by other students and in order to have a class together, they began their day with Algebra II. Mike pushed Jessica into the classroom and he took a seat in the back row so she could sit right behind him. Fortunately, the teacher, Mr. Hartman, was fine with letting the students choose where they sat unless they created problems. Jessica looked around at her classmates and felt a little queasy of being discovered that her pussy had an artificial cock in it and that her asshole had been plugged in addition to the soft rope that encircled her body and the nipple rings that pressured her teats. Mike looked at her as the bell rang, teasing her with the expression on his face. They got their books, Mike quickly throwing his in his sex toy and cuffs filled book bag and closing it.

Jessica squirmed in her seat while the items that filled her holes moved with every little turn and shimmy of her hips and repositioning of her ass. She was so wet now that she looked down to her crotch every now and again to check whether or not the moisture was visible. She definitely felt a mess down there, but so far, so good.

For Mike, his main fear was that she would go into sub space during one of her other classes and get sent to the nurse and they would be sussed. He told her to call him after each class that day for that reason.

Class ended and now they would separate, her AP english class on the other side of the school from where his history class would be. Fortunately, everything went well and they met up at lunch without incident. He set her on his lap as he parked his butt on the bricks of a planter and she ate her lunch while he pulled the "wait until after school" routine again. This enabled her to have an excuse for her to put an orange slice in her mouth and then proffer it to his mouth and they ended their mutual gobbling of it with a kiss.

He nuzzled her ear and asked, "so is my little Asian fucktoy still horny and wet?" She blushed and placing her lips as close as she could to his ear hole, said, "Yes Master." Then they laughed and shared a couple of quick kisses. He pulled her close to him and very quickly rubbed her nipples through her t-shirt and bra. She let out a suppressed moan. He slid his hand up her crotch to see if he could feel her wetness. He swore he could, but just barely. It was definitely warm down there. He was doing this all in the open to her and they were able to get away with it. "Fuck, I want to fuck her right now," he thought to himself. Moving his mouth to her ear once more, he interrogated, "does my little Asian fucktoy want to be fucked right now?" She whispered back, "Oh yes Master." Then she looked at him and giggled. "Tell me what you want fucktoy," he responded. "This little Asian fucktoy wants Master's cock inside her," she retorted. He started subtly dry humping her right leg as it dangled in his crotch between his pins. She put her mouth back at his ear and tantalized, "does Master wish to fuck his little Asian fucktoy?" He placed his lips at her ear and told her, "yes, he wants so much to ravage his little Asian fucktoy.'s cunt." That provoked another kiss.

Just to make sure she wasn't on the edge of trailing off to the land where no brain cell goes unstarved, he shifted back to normal mode. 'So Jessica, what class do you have next?" "Chemistry," she elucidated. "Ummm, maybe you can find what chemical makes me so attracted to you," he grinned. "I just think you're a sucker for a nice set of pickups," she sweetly accused. "You have it backward babe. I like picking up a nice set." They both shared a good laugh at that one and their perpetual smiling at each other was terminated by the bell that put the first lunchtime of that semester behind them. "Bye sweety, I love you!" she declared and hurried off to her fifth period.

Thankfully, the rest of the day went without incident. Mike had forgotten to give her the harness he wanted her to change into. Her asshole was a little sore from the butt plug being in it, even after she had relubed it twice. They got into the car when the school day ended and he averred, "Because you were so good carrying out your Master's wishes," Mike acknowledged, "you may remove the thong and the karada harness." "Thank you Master, she said, sounding relieved. He had her turn his back to her and he unhitched main the tie holding the harness together. "Fucktoy will tell her Master whenever she feels any pain, stinging, or other kind of hurt, even when it is just the tiniest bit and she thinks it's no big deal. Does fucktoy understand?" "Yes Master. Thank you Master." 'My biggest responsibility to you is to safeguard your health, so your Master is happy when you update him on your health and state of mind," he elaborated. Jessica hugged him while tears slowly dripped out of the corners of her eyes.

Once she got home, she stripped naked, shoved the rope and the thong into her book bag and would give them to Mike when he came over later.

Mike bought the old broken mid-70's vintage combo amp that had been advertised in the ad he saw for $40. The tubes and speaker were useless and there were other electronic fixes it would require. He hauled it into his room, telling his mom that it would be a restoration project for him. He removed the back, intending to pull the speaker, but there was enough of a gap even with the speaker there that he could shove his stuff in there and conceal it. He yanked the power cord and tossed it so it could never be plugged in and therefore it wouldn't be a possible fire hazard. What he would do after that is determine what he would take with him the next day and then leave the rest in the back of the amp, which protected his deviant goodies with the wooden back that was screwed into the main part of the cabinet.

She would also wear the harness he had forgotten to give her Monday all day Tuesday and he supplemented that by having her secret the venus butterfly vibrator in her crotch during lunch. He watched in a combination of lust and bemusement as she moaned and writhed amidst the benches of the empty amphitheater into his shoulder, telling him of her impending orgasm in a choked and desperate voice. He just made her cum once to lessen the probability of being found out. He let her off the hook the other three weekdays so that she could have some relief from the stress of what they were concealing on her and so it wouldn't get old for her.

Mike wasn't particularly happy when she discussed with him how they were probably going to need to organize their lives so she could get all of her academic and social goals accomplished. Mike understood her position even if deep down he wanted to selfishly hog all of her time. The biggest conflict for him, perhaps, was his innate drive to dominate her and there was now stuff interfering with his ability to do that. There was also the possibility that they would have to can her from the band if it somehow got too busy. He was glad, then, that she wasn't working, too. Then their relationship would be over for sure.

Likewise, she needed to submit to him, being able to throw off all responsibility and just put herself in his hands. In effect, her wanting to be tied up and used by him was a form of liberation for her.

He resigned himself to becoming more responsible about his own academic performance so he could spend more time with her and hoped he could actually be of some help to her. He definitely didn't want to be a drag. He realized she didn't need the stress his outward complaining would exert on her. Plus she wasn't looking for a whiny guy, but somebody who she could trust with her life and be an emotional rock for her. If he started cutting class or school out of resentment, she would feel guilty about that, too.

So beginning on Wednesday, he would go into her bedroom with her and do their homework together. He had some Algebra II problems to do and he didn't particularly have any difficulty with them. He sailed through Algebra I in ninth grade. She just had to do some reading, so when he was done, he sat in bed and put her between his legs and she reclined against his chest while he held her, perusing a guitar magazine she had left on her computer desk. "Hey fucktoy," he suddenly said. "Yes Master," she murmured back at him. "Fucktoy will work hard in school and make her Master look smart by being with her." Jessica giggled. "Your little Asian fucktoy is grateful for Master's support," she smiled. "And Master is plenty smart on his own," she added.

Their sex life would necessarily be limited by her study routine. She would always suck or stroke his cock, though, when he asked. But playing guitar with her was also fun when they would finish studying. She would sometimes have to spend time in libraries doing research projects, too, which stunk for Mike. He would often go there with her, though, and help her look for research materials and read while she was making notes and outlines just to give her moral support. He would sometimes squirm because he couldn't take his guitar and just noodle away in those situations, so he would often get fidgety. But he also felt that his presence kept other guys from hitting on her, too.

September went by in a flash and October was well on the way of being as equally unmemorable when Jessica and Mike got called into the activity director's office two weeks before Halloween. Neither had any idea what the hell they were doing there, at least initially. After some rather stiff formalities, the AD finally revealed what was going on: "here is where things stand: we have a Halloween dance on October 30th and no band to play it," he said. "So why not just hire a dj?" Mike countered icily. "And have them play that rap shit? Not going to happen," the AD resolved. Mike was curious why he couldn't find a cover band to do the usual assortment of lame ass mainstream radio crap for it. "Actually, we did," the principal began. "But they canceled on us today, saying they were hired for another job for more money." "Uh huh," Mike grunted. 'So how much were you going to pay that bunch of aging hacks?" "500 bucks," the principal said. 'On Halloween, with all the parties going on? Really?" he laughed. "No wonder they quit on you," Mike smartly calculated.

"Now were you expecting them to bring their own PA and lights or were you providing that for them?" Mike coolly twisted the knife. "No, we have a PA and a few lights for the band to use." "Okay, so why are we here then?" "You guys have a band, right?" "Yeah we do, but we're a metal band. We don't do that emo or dub step shit," Mike spat. "Watch your language young man," the AD warned. "Fuck you," Mike challenged. The AD backed off and then made his pitch: "you guys can have the 500 bucks if you do the dance." Mike sneered at the AD.and countered, "make it 750, and we get that up front during load in, let us play and say whatever we want from the stage without any retaliation afterward and a decent soundman, and I don't mean your uncle George who once played in a band when he was 12, and we have a deal." "I don't know if I can do that," the AD coyly postured. "Okay, good luck with your band search, dude," Mike kissed off. "C'mon Jessica, let's go back to class," he urged. She started to push her wheelchair to head toward the door.

'Stop. Alright, you got the guarantees." "Cool. I'll draw you up a contract and have it for you tomorrow morning when I come to school. The principal and you will have by the end of the school day to sign it because we have to schedule rehearsals and I ain't gonna be jacked around." "You guys aren't going to do anything that'll give this school a black eye, will ya?" the AD hesitated. "I ain't promising shit, man. We aren't stupid, though. But you had better stay out of our way or we'll bail." But if you guys bail on a contract we can sue you." 'Dude, I would bail on you just for the lulz and be more than willing to pay later. 750 bucks ain't shit. You're getting us way cheap. The only reason I don't ask for a couple grand is because we don't do that shit that's on the radio that even the biggest dumbass cheerleader knows. See ya." And laughing, Mike escorted  her back to her class, which was already more than half over, and kissed her before they parted ways.

Jessica was astounded by his rude, arrogant and, it has to be said, successful, behavior toward the AD. She was turned on by Mike completely overpowering the guy and she stood to get $150 for a couple hours work out of it to boot. She was also more than a little bewildered how a guy who had been in his job as long as he had made that kind of rookie mistake by underbidding on the band they had booked on such a major cultural holiday, not to mention the stupidity of refusing to book a dj because he thought the dj would be playing nothing but gangsta rap, which wasn't the case at all. He could probably have gotten one for a hundred or less because there's a dj on every street corner. The only thing more numerous than wannabe dj's is wannabe pro athletes.

Mike spent lunch making phone calls, one of them to his dad, who had his attorney phone Mike and give him some general legal advice as to the potential liabilities revolving around their now scheduled gig. Mike made a note to have the school indemnify them for any damage arising out of what they were going to handle as a concert and not a dance. If people wanted to dance to what they play, good, if not, who gives a shit? There weren't going to be any more than a couple hundred people anyway. Most kids were going to be partying elsewhere and getting drunk or worse and/or fucking their girlfriends/boyfriends anyway..

Once he finished with the phone, he turned to Jessica and explained to her that she was going to have to juggle her schedule so that they could rehearse. She didn't like it, but acquiesced so that they would be ready. "I want to destroy those motherfuckers," Mike muttered with an intensity she had never seen in his eyes before.

That night, Mike used a free program on the net to compose the contract, one provision of which was a demand that the sound guy had to submit his cv to him seven days before the gig for approval. Mike knew that the school had an antiquated PA system, but they were going to have to make the best of it. If the band blew it up, well, tough shit. He also made plans to rent back up amps, speaker cabinets and mics just in case their own equipment failed. He would also put power conditioners between the house electrical supply and his band's backline to prevent any unruly spikes from blowing something of their's.

During the band meeting during lunch the day after, they mainly discussed what they were going to look like. Mike had definite plans for Jessica. Mike was just going to wear blue jeans, a white t-shirt and white boots while Dennis already had some leather pants, to which he would add a so-called "pirate shirt" (an Edwardian style one that had ruffles down the middle). Travis would don black leather pants and would go shirtless while his feet would be shot by black boots. They would also rehearse after dinner that night.

Mike went home with Jessica and they discussed her look. They browsed a bunch of fetish and leather stuff. She really liked a black leather corset with bright red draw strings holding it together in the middle that would show a little cleavage without looking completely whorish. Since the other band members except the drummer were wearing leather pants, just to have a unified look, she chose that, too, but also red platform heels to match the strings in the corset. Mike then also had her get a police hat, dark sunglasses and he was going to put a studded leather bondage collar on her that she would wear as a choker. She would also wear the red cuffs he had previously restrained her with and they would duct tape the chain hanging from her nipple rings inside the corset to hide it. He wanted her to keep the rings on as part of his claim on her body and hoped her nipples would be partially evident through the material of the corset just to give the boys in the crowd a thrill. "Babe, they won't be able to take their eyes off of you. You'll look even more amazing than you do now."

Mike picked up the contract after school and he and Jessica went to his place and jammed until dinner. She ate with Mike's family and then the rest of the band showed up to begin hammering things out. Mike decided that he wanted to add a few tunes to the ones they already knew and gave them until Sunday to have them nailed. They broke the rehearsal up at nine, Jessica returning home to do her homework and practice the new songs, staying up until around 2 a.m.

They practiced everyday or night through that weekend and they were just about ready, needing only to tie up some loose ends. Monday, Mike got the soundman's cv, made some calls to check up on him, and signed off on it. They had Travis stay home that week until the final rehearsal on Thursday. to save his voice The gig was the day after. The Thursday session kicked ass and they were all telling each other how they were just going to wreck the place on Halloween.

The band started loading into the gym at 4 p.m. and Mike got the check as promised. Mike's friend Kurt and a couple guys from the school's AV club helped the soundman put their rig together. Jessica, dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a peasant top, watched from her wheelchair as things took shape. By 6 p.m., the soundcheck was done and everything was set. Dennis had to turn way down and boost the highs on his bass a little so it wouldn't sound boomy due to the hardwood floor and concrete walls. He, Jessica and Mike set their guitars on stands in front of their amps as a finishing touch while the bare bones lighting system was tested. Jessica almost felt like a professional musician. At 6:30, the band went into the locker room to get dressed. When Jessica emerged from the girl's locker room, everybody present stopped and their jaws just dropped. "Fuck, dude, she looks way smokin' hot and she's mine!" Mike bragged to himself. "Now wait until they see her play!"

Right at 7, the lights went off in the gym and Kurt took the house microphone as Jessica was rolled on to the stage and lifted on to a stool tall enough to let her legs dangle but not so much that she couldn't hit her foot pedals. . She was given her guitar. Kurt queried, "Alright kids, are you ready!?" Then all of a sudden, the stage lights flashed on and the band dove right into a frantic reading of Iggy's "Search and Destroy," after which they shifted into "Wrathchild," Travis' vocal barking and growling all at once as his voice filled the hall. A few guys ventured up to the front of the stage and took pictures of Jessica with their cellphone cameras. Then they went right into Aerosmith's "Toys in the Attic." Jessica was filled with adrenalin as her long black hair shrouded her face while she concentrated on the solo.

Finishing the song, Travis stepped up to center stage to say a few words. "How ya doing motherfuckers?" he cracked. "Ya know, as maybe you can tell by my accent, I was raised in a small town in Alabama. Now I can tell you that everything they say about southern girls is true. They're polite, beautiful and hard to get into sack. So thank the Lord for the easy girls. So we're sending this one out to the easy girls out there tonight." Mike then did a two note bend and manipulated his volume control to make if sound like a train whistle. It was Aerosmith's version of "Train Kept A-Rollin', which started out slow and then ends in a headlong dash to the finish line, Jessica and Mike alternating scorching solos. A couple of the jocks who had been dragged to the dance by their student officer girlfriends stood at the foot of the stage, remarking, "fuck, this band destroys. And I totally want to bone that chick guitar player."

"Ahhh, watch out! 'Eddie's Coming Out Tonight!" Travis interjected before they kicked into the old Nightranger nugget, Jessica and Mike this time littering the venue with furious tapping sequences and rusty razor like tremolo dives. "Fuck man, look at her, she fucking shreds, dude!" one of the jocks said to his compatriot.

Once that was done with, Kurt, who had a knack for doing imitations, replicated the spoken bit to Iron Maiden's "Number of the Beast." The band lit into it and owned on it, Mike and Jessica making faces at each other while they dueled. More of the guys went to the front of the stage to get a gander at the girl guitar player. Then between songs, someone yelled, "hey man, don't you guys do anything we can dance to like some dubstep?" Travis heard that and responded, "dude, you want some dance music? We got just the tune for you, bro!" They started off the Children of Bodom arrangement of "Oops, I Did it Again." Travis then dedicated Bodom's "Hatebreeder" to the "teabaggers."

"Anybody's ears hurting yet?" Travis taunted. "We have the cure!" he smirked before they slammed into "Painkiller," his powerful declaration of, "This....is...the painkiller!" echoing through the small basketball arena. He followed that up with, "this is about our girl guitarist, Jessica Hamada! It's called, "Leather Rebel!" which made Jessica crack up while she  attempted to stay with Mike and the band as they hammered their way into it. The sequel to that was a torrid version of "Battery" and Mike chuckled to himself when he spied girts in the crowd who had their fingers in their ears.

"Now Jessica is going to take you to the "Doctor, Doctor!" Travis preened while Jessica did the intro lead with Mike doing quiet arpeggios behind her before she kicked into the main riff with Travis hanging gently on her right shoulder.

The song concluded and then Travis informed them, "I hope y'all ain't going nowhere for the next 20 minutes. Ha!" That was Jessica's cue to start the slow, building arpeggios for "Green Grass and High Tides," which Mike had rearranged for two guitars.

After they sped through that little ditty, Travis noted while he gave the band time to catch its breath for a bit that, "so did any of you dance to that? Where I come from, that's real dance music!  You ready now boys?" Travis said to his bandmates. "Jessica?" She nodded. "Okay guys, here is another one your girlfriend ain't gonna like!" he snarked. Matt counted it off and "Rising Force" was coming out of the speakers, Jessica just absolutely crushing the rhythm licks while Mike burned with a high register lead. Then she did brief leads where the keyboard solos ordinarily were.

That was it for a lot of the aspiring dancers, as they left, the crowd now being half of what it was. The remainder just stood around and watched the band since they were in full flight.

Following a grinding rendition of AC/DC's "Hell's Bells," they chugged into the last half hour of their show with renditions of Motorhead's "Ace of Spades," Tesla's "Modern Day Cowboy," Stratovarius' "Black Diamond", "Addicted to that Rush" and then Travis announced the final selection of the set. "This song says it all. Drive safely!" he lightly mouthed before concluding with Skid Row's "This Party's Over (Get the Fuck Out!)." Mike, Dennis and Travis were laughing their asses off as they worked their way through the tune and they took their guitars with them when they meandered off stage.

:They waited in the locker room for everybody to leave while joking about how long they would each be suspended for the profane display they put on. As the contract dictated, there was no retaliation, though. Jessica had a blast and she made goo goo eyes at Mike after they got everything packed into the U-Haul they used to bring their and the rented equipment to the gym. They drove to Mike's house to drop off the equipment and so Mike could take a shower. Jessica felt gross from the sweat she had emitted during the band's performance and the leather she was wearing wasn't helping things. 'Your parents are going to shit when they see how you're dressed!" Mike told her after he exited the shower and put on clean clothes.

Both of Jessica's parents were in the living room when she came home. "Oh my God Jessica!" her mom gasped. Her father just stood there thinking about how hot his daughter looked, secretly wishing he could fuck her. "It's the heavy metal style, mom. Relax," Jessica parried. "It's not like I dress like this everyday." "Thank God for that, Jessica. " "You should have seen how a lot of the guys at the gig reacted Mrs. Hamada. They couldn't get enough of looking at her," he laughed. "I bet," Mrs. Hamada smoldered. "Mom, I need to go take a shower. Please be nice to Mike while I'm in there."

When she entered her room, Jessica could see her nipples outlined in the fabric of the corset. When she untied it, she automatically massaged the milk ducts before catching herself. Now she was going to be punished, she knew. She moaned at the thought.

She left her bedroom after putting back on what she had worn to school that day. She announced that her and Mike were going out but that they would be back before 11. Mike pointed the car in a familiar direction, back up to the abandoned mansion. "Master," Jessica started. "Yes fucktoy?" "Your little Asian fucktoy touched her nipples several times before she entered the shower." "How many times fucktoy?" Mike interrogated in feigned anger. "Your little Asian fucktoy doesn't know the exact number, but she thinks it's in the 5-6 times range," Jessica guessed. "Well, just to be safe, we better assume it was seven," he glowered at her." "Yes Master," she resigned herself. Since it was five slaps on the ass for each touch of her genitals, that meant she was going to feel the hard impact of his hand 35 times. She braced herself mentally, but was also kind of glad it was going to happen and her pussy was drenched.

They got up to the mansion and stopped where they usually did. They then went up to the side of the property that offered the panoramic view of the city lights. He laid her gently on the blanket and they took their clothes off. The cool night air felt so pleasant against her exposed skin. He had her turn over on her stomach. 'Now fucktoy, you will count how many times I have spanked you. If you lose count, we start all over again. Do you understand? "Yes Master." And you must also express gratitude for each slap, too since I am correcting your behavior." "Yes Master. Thank You Master."

The first five slaps on her little posterior were gentle. The next five after that were a little stronger. The five in the wake of those ten even harder. Her ass was now red and hot and just a tad sore. "Okay fucktoy, I'm going to do this quickly, so it is okay if you just keep accurate count. You can thank me afterward." Thank you Master," she demurely whimpered. He gave her ten strong wacks in a row and she was yelping and crying by the end of that sequence. "How many slaps have I applied to your ass?" he quizzed. "25 Master," she correctly calculated through her tears. "Okay fucktoy, here is the home stretch. These will be slow and you must yell the number at the top of your lungs and express your gratitude each time." "Thank You Master." "Okay, here goes" "Thwack!" "26! THANK YOU MASTER!" "Thwack!" '27! THANK YOU MASTER!" "Thwack!" "28! THANK YOU MASTER!" "Thwack!" "29, THANK YOU MASTER!" "Thwack!" "30! THANK YOU MASTER!"

Jessica was crying and every time his hand landed on her ass, it was like he was setting it on fire. He looked at her and paused. "I think my little Asian fucktoy has gotten the point and her confessing is worth something to me. So I will give fucktoy a pass on the last five slaps." "Thank You Master!" "But I will not be so indulgent next time." Yes Master, Thank You Master." The endorphins in Jessica's brain were flowing now and she was starting to fly to her ethereal perch of happiness.

'Now Master needs his cock sucked. Kneel fucktoy!." Mike pulled Jessica up so that she was on her haunches. He grasped both sides of her head and jammed his cockhead between her lips. He stopped midway in her mouth and told her to just suck on it. He felt the pull of her suction on his blood filled dick, the wake of her saliva against the head being particularly pleasant. Her ass was throbbing as it sat on her heels. She reached in with her lefthand and rolled his balls in it. "Oh fuck yeah," he groaned. She was also tasting his pre-cum, which was sweetened with his continuing imbibing of pineapple juice. Then he wanted more stimulation, so he began thrusting his hips and then pulling back on them, his dick gliding over her soft, wet tongue and between her moist lips. On the next thrust, he shoved his penis up to the hilt and held her head there as it invaded her throat. Then he released her head before shoving it in again. He sped up the rhythm and she was gurgling and gagging as he used her lips, tongue and throat for his pleasure. "Oh yeah fucktoy, you suck so good. God yesssss!" he hissed. His turgid twizzler continued its roundtrips in her mouth and five minutes later, he unleashed ropy, snotty fragments of what was in his balls into her mouth.

"Show me what's in fucktoy's mouth," he commanded. Once Jessica had collected the amorphous mass of his semen on her tongue, she opened her piehole and displayed it. "That's a good fucktoy," Mike approved. She swallowed it down. "Master's cum taste's so good," Jessica surprised herself by hearing herself say that. "Would my little Asian fucktoy like to be fed her Master's cum frequently?" "Yes Master," she smiled. "Master quite likes the way his little Asian fucktoy's mouth feels around his cock. But because fucktoy is getting what she requested, she must show the appropriate level of appreciation." Thank you Master," Jessica happily chirped.

Mike pushed Jessica down on her back and leapt on top of her, sucking and licking her nipples. Jessica, holding his head tight on her aching nubs.  "Oh master, ohhhhhh" she dreamily sighed as she felt his suction pulling on her sensitive chocolate teats. He stuck two fingers in her and could feel how aroused she was. "Would fucktoy like to feel her Master's cock inside of her?" he asked. "Please Master, fuck your little Asian fucktoy's pussy!" With that, he tilted his hips and transported his cock forward through her opening as she let out a grateful moan. "Would fucktoy want her fucking easy, medium or rough?" he wondered. "Please fuck your little Asian fucktoy rough Master!" she demanded. So that is what he did, savaging her sex with hard, slashing thrusts, grunting each time he pressed it into her. She felt him so deep inside of her, her pussy bulging with the thickness of his shaft. "Oh God Master, oh God, yes, ohhhhhh" she mewled, as he speared her without mercy. He put his head next to hers, grabbed her shoulder blades tightly for more leverage and increased the ferocity of his assault on her fuckhole. "Oh yes Master, oh yes, God oh God, (pant pant pant)" she exclaimed, living for each succeeding thrust as she got closer to her pleasure summit.

She was in sub space now, as she was a little lightheaded but feeling every thrust inside of her so deeply and every breath she took like a sodium pentathol drip. Her body was reacting instinctively, her thinking process interdicted by the endorphins. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhh Masssssttteeerrr" she whimpered. Then she started panting while he grunted even louder to delivery more force with his cock and then she let out a choked scream and a series of quick raspy breaths  as her orgasm barged its way through her. "Fucktoy's pussy feels so good," he whispered as his own breathing became more rapid and feral. She could feel him conquering her now and relaxed as her mind told her to so that she could get the full brunt of it because it felt so good to accept whatever he wanted to give her. She then felt a meteoric ball of heat emerge from her loins and it snaked its way up her spine and made her body convulse and writhe. "You like that fucktoy/" Mike asked. She lethargically let him know that  she wanted to feel like this forever." That was it for him, as he began to splash his spunk into her sperm catcher, thrusting desperately in a bid to completely empty himself in his subbie's willing cunt.

He pulled out of her and rolled over, falling heavily on his back. "Oh my God, that was incredible fucktoy!" he bubbled, elated. "Mmm, yes Master, Thank you Master," she concurred, drawing out her words. He looked into her eyes and she looked so peaceful and calm. Just a true vision of beauty. He let her lay there so she could finish her journey across her self created heaven. He intertwined his left hand in her right as he observed her expressions, the night air enveloping their bodies and illuminated only be the lights down the hill. He wanted to slumber with her that night there, but that wasn't possible. He shook her gently to rouse her out of her stupor "Is fucktoy happy?" Mike asked. "Yes Master," she asserted.

He picked her up and placed her lovingly in her wheelchair. When they got to the car, he scooped her up again and whirled her around, holding on  to her hands, Jessica giggling up a storm. He pulled her into him and held her by the waist and hugged her tightly. They then put their clothes on and went home. It was a full day for Jessica and she was amused that she got to be part of the naughty behavior of her band. Her butt was still aching and she went to sleep on her stomach because the next day she would be at the library working on a paper for school.