Authoress Notes: The following story is as much about the current state of college football as much as it is about sexy coeds in bondage. Supposed student-athletes don't get paid anything, and aren't allowed any special benefits, while the coaches and administrators make millions. Somehow a lot of poor student-athletes wind up with nice cars, and stuff like that, though. While this story is not part of my Riverside series, it is similar to it. I chose the State University Panthers as my powerhouse football team because I like the colors black and silver, and catsuits are sexier than Bulldog or Eagle costumes.

Dramatis Personae -

~Vincent Black - Brother of Vic Black, from my Riverside stories. Vincent (Vinnie) has always been a big fan of the powerhouse State University Panthers football team. His mind control abilities aren't nearly as powerful as his older brother's. He has used them to land a job with the Panthers as a Recruiting Coordinator where he continues to use them to bring in the best players in the country for the football team, and the school's other sports teams as well. He also does what he can to keep that blue-chip talent as happy and productive as he can without getting the school into trouble. He is in his mid-forties, and a little overweight, with a thick head of slicked-back black hair.

~Jasmine Park - three-quarters Korean & one-quarter Japanese. Senior at State University, majoring in pre-law. She volunteered to tutor to help get into a top law school. Due to her attractiveness, she was assigned Ty Ross, without knowing the reason. Her parents are well off, but they couldn't quite afford to get her into an Ivy League school. Jasmine is very smart, but not quite enough to get a scholarship to get into an Ivy League school. She is 5'1" and 100lbs, with B-cup breasts and mid-back length hair. She is 21, and will graduate a year early, the following spring. Jasmine is the secretary for the Asian Students Association.

~Ty Ross - Five star freshman running back for the State University Panthers. He is reasonably smart, but only interested in football, sex, and partying, in that order. He has never had to try hard in school because of his football ability. He is just going to college to get into the pros. He is 18, black, 5'10", and 205lbs. He runs the forty in four-point-four seconds.

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Chapter 1

"Miss Park, Mister Black will see you now," the stacked secretary in the tiny pinstriped suit said in her throaty voice.

"Thanks," Jasmine replied absently as she rose from her seat, and headed towards the office door.

Jasmine had spent the afternoon on the phone with several people in the student services department, then the athletic department, in an attempt to get another tutor for Ty Ross. She had been tutoring him since the beginning of the semester two weeks ago, and she was tired of it.

The bubbly brunette opened the door, and Jasmine walked in, wondering how she wore those towering heels all day.

"That will be all, Kelly," the forty-something year old man said from behind his desk.

"Yes Sir," she replied cheerfully as she shut the door, leaving him and Jasmine alone.

"Hello Miss Park," he said with a smile. "I'm Vincent Black, Recruiting Coordinator for the State Panthers," he added as he reached out to shake her hand.

"Jasmine," she replied, shaking his hand. She still had no idea why or how a Recruiting Coordinator could help her, but on the phone he had seemed sure he could, if only he could talk to her in person. For some reason she had trouble looking away from his piercing gray eyes.

"Call me Vinnie," he said with a smile. "I understand you have a problem tutoring Ty Ross, one of our players."

Jasmine frowned slightly. He made it sound like it was her fault. "Well, yeah," she answered as she sat down in front of his desk. "He shows up late, he hits on me practically all the time, he doesn't do his work," she explained. Then she paused a moment before adding, "And he's asked me to do some of his homework for him."

That last bit was what had convinced Jasmine to try to find a different person to tutor. Ty had quickly said that he was joking, but it was clear that he wasn't. Besides, Jasmine didn't want to be even associated with a hint of academic dishonesty. That would definitely hurt her chances of getting into law school.

Vinnie Black frowned a moment. "That's a pretty big problem," he agreed. "We can't have that sort of thing getting out."

Now Jasmine frowned deeper. While she wasn't trying to get anyone in trouble, she wasn't going to cover it up either. She just wanted to get a different person to tutor, and someone else could deal with Ty.

"I'm sure we can work it out to everyone's satisfaction, though," Vinnie said quickly, with a surprisingly disarming smile.

"Good," Jasmine agreed before she had even realized it. She wanted to work things out, and tutor someone else . . . didn't she?

"Great," Vinnie replied. "Now, Ty has talked a lot about you since you've started tutoring him. He really likes you."

"Um, okay," she answered. She was well aware of that, as Ty was always hitting on her. She had exchanged cell numbers with him in case he had a question about class, and he had been calling her at all hours to ask her out and stuff.

"Ty is an important member of the football team, and I know you want to help him do his best," Vinnie said after a moment's pause.

"Well yeah," Jasmine replied reluctantly. For some reason she found herself agreeing with Vinnie. She wanted to help Ty do his best.

"Great. Now to do that, it's important that you never mention that he asked you to do any school work or anything like that for him, okay?"

Jasmine's head was nodding before she even realized it. "No problem, Vinnie." She didn't want to get Ty into trouble anyway.

Vinnie stared at her a moment, then nodded. "Ty has a lot of pressure on him right now. A lot more than regular students. I really think you should keep tutoring him for a while longer."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jasmine answered absently. Hadn't she come here to stop tutoring him though? "He needs me to tutor him."

"I'm glad you think that way, Jasmine" Vinnie said, flashing a friendly grin. "With practice, and working out, and studying game film he has a lot of trouble keeping up with his classes. Don't you think you could . . . help him with some of his work a little more?"

Jasmine knew that was blatant academic fraud. The football team would get into major trouble, and she and Ty would both be kicked out of school. There was no way she would get into law school if she got caught. "Okay," she answered after a moment's hesitation. "I guess I can help him out a little."

"Good," Vinnie told her. "But make sure no one, and I mean no one, finds out. The most important thing is not to embarrass the athletic department or the school. The second most important thing is to keep Ty happy, and ready to play football."

"Right," Jasmine agreed. She would definitely have to keep this a secret, for the team, Ty, and herself.

"Great. Now why don't you go change into something sexy for him, then call him to see if he wants you to tutor him or anything tonight," Vinnie suggested with a knowing smile.

"Okay," Jasmine replied, blushing as she stood up to leave. She didn't even question the blatant order to dress sexy for a guy that she didn't even really like. She was busy mentally going through her wardrobe to come up with something that Ty would like to see her in.

"Just make sure you don't let him get into any trouble or anything like that, okay?"

"I won't," Jasmine assured him with a smile as she headed towards the door.

Jasmine got into her three year old Toyota Matrix, and headed back towards her apartment. Her parents had gotten the car for her as a high school graduation present. They had promised her a Lexus when she passed the bar exam. On the way to her apartment, she called Ty.

"Hey babe," he greeted her. "Vinnie told me you'd call."

"Hey Ty," Jasmine answered with a smile. "I was wondering if you wanted me to come over tutor you or anything tonight?"

"Sure babe, come on over," Ty told her.

"I'm on the way," Jasmine assured him. "I've just got to stop by my apartment and change."

A couple of minutes later Jasmine arrived at her apartment. She ran in, and stripped off her comfortable khaki's and t-shirt, leaving her in her plain white bra and panties. She kicked off her sandals, pulled on a denim miniskirt with a black studded belt, and slipped into one of the few school shirts she had. This one was a tight fitting tank top. Then she put on a pair of cork-soled wedge-heeled sandals.

The denim mini came to mid-thigh, and the wedge-heeled sandals were five inches high. Jasmine took a few moments to touch up her make-up, and fix her mid-back length hair. Once she was satisfied that Ty would like her, she headed out to her car. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jasmine wondered why she was suddenly so eager to dress to please Ty. Less than ten minutes later, she arrived at Ty's dorm building.

"Hey babe," Ty said with a smile as he opened the door. "Looking good," he added, brazenly checking her out.

"Thanks," Jasmine said cheerfully as she walked in. She had always resented it when men treated her like a piece of meat, but it was different now, at least with Ty.

Ty shut the door, and pulled her close to him. She felt his hands on her ass, but squirmed away when he reached for her breasts.

"Schoolwork first," she told him with a flirtatious smile. While Jasmine had never been with a black guy, she wasn't racist or anything. Most of the ones she knew were a bit . . . crude, though. Even so, she knew she'd be expanding her horizons soon.

Jasmine set down her backpack, and pulled out her laptop. For the next hour or so she did his homework while he played video games. She made sure he kept up with what she was doing though, and explained things to him. However, she wasn't sure how much he was paying attention.

When Jasmine finished, she went over and sat down next to Ty. He quickly grew more interested in her than in the football game he was playing. Jasmine wanted to go over his homework with him some more though. She couldn't take his test for him, after all.

They ended up making out while she did her best to go over the causes of the Revolutionary War with him. After a bit, she climbed into his lap, and straddled him while talking about the Intolerable Acts. His hand reached under her skirt, but she firmly pushed it away.

When he pulled his thick leather belt out of his belt loops though, she didn't stop him. Then she felt a strange twinge of arousal as he wrapped it around her neck, forming a sort of collar.

Jasmine smiled at him as he used the rest of the belt as a leash, and pulled her down towards his crotch. She helped him unfasten his pants, and pull them, and his boxers, down to his ankles.

Jasmine took a moment to stare at his cock. It looked about eight inches long, and about one and a half in diameter. She gripped it with both hands, and wrapped her lips around its head. Then she slowly slid it into her mouth.

While Jasmine didn't consider herself an expert at giving blowjobs, she had gone down on a few boyfriends, and a guy at a party when she had had a little too much to drink. Ty's was definitely the biggest one she'd sucked. It was so big she could only get a little over half in before she started gagging. To make up for that, she squeezed it with her hands as she bobbed her head up and down.

When Ty orgasmed, Jasmine tried to swallow it all. She knew that guys loved that. Some of it ended up on her chin and chest though. Jasmine pulled his belt off her neck, and went to the bathroom to change.

"Tomorrow after my class I'll come over and help you study for your American Lit exam," Jasmine said when she came out of the bathroom.

"Yeah babe," Ty said absently without looking up from his game.

On the way home Jasmine stopped by the local mall and bought a few more things that she thought Ty would like. She went into a one of the trendier stories and bought a couple of miniskirts, short-shorts, and tight tops to match. She thought back to what one of the girls she had seen Ty with had been wearing. Then she picked out a stack of silver bangle bracelets for each of her wrists, as well as a few other sets of bangles in different colors and styles.

Since she was only five-one, Jasmine had always worn high heels to make herself taller. All the guys had always liked her in heels too. Still, it wouldn't hurt to check out the latest styles. She passed a new store called Strutz. After pausing to glance at some of the super-sexy heels displayed in the window, Jasmine went in. She knew Ty would love her in something like those glossy red boots with the towering stilettos.

Strutz was wall-to-wall shoes. Jasmine didn't think she saw any with less than four inch heels. Most of them looked like something a stripper would wear. A peppy brunette named Ashlee offered to assist her. With her help, Jasmine tried on a few pairs, then picked out a pair of glossy black platform sandals with six-inch stiletto heels.

Jasmine practiced walking in them while Ashlee looked on. Jasmine quickly fell in love with them. She didn't know why she hadn't tried a pair of six-inchers earlier. The platforms on the front made them as comfortable as some of her lower heels. As Jasmine posed in the floor-length mirror, she quickly decided that she looked a lot sexier in the six-inch stilettos as well.

Jasmine also picked out a pair of clear platform slip-on mules, a pair of metallic silver sandals with clear platforms, and a pair of knee-high glossy black platform boots. While the boots had chunky heels instead of stilettos, all of the heels were right at six-inches high.

Jasmine knew her parents would question her spending so much on clothes, especially shoes, when they paid her credit card bill, but she knew they wouldn't fuss too much. It was just about the first time she had splurged on clothes since coming to college.

When she left Strutz Jasmine was wearing her new black six-inch platform heels, along with her denim mini, Panthers tank top, and a dozen stacked silver bangles on each wrist. The tapping of her heels on the floor was so loud they practically echoed as she walked.

Jasmine had always gotten quite a bit of male attention. With her brief skirt, tight top, and especially her six-inch platform heels, she felt like virtually every guy in the mall was starting at her. Every time she passed a guy or group of guys, she knew they were looking back and staring at her ass. She heard quite a few whistles and catcalls as well.

The shoes also caused her to take smaller steps, and walk with a slow, exaggerated strut, which gave her audience even more time to appreciate her. While all the extra attention was somewhat embarrassing, it was also a little exciting. If all these guys liked her in her new heels, then Ty probably would to!

Just before she reached the exit, Jasmine came to a salon. She stopped and checked out her reflection in the window. She posed for a few moments, then walked in. She didn't really need a cut, but she had to look her best for Ty!

When Jasmine came out a while later, her mid-back length hair was in a bouncy, feathered style. She had gotten a French manicure and pedicure, as well as a leg and bikini waxing. They had also done her make-up. Her nails were square cut, and a quarter of an inch long. Jasmine knew she would have trouble typing and doing some other stuff with them, but she was sure Ty would like them, and that was the important thing.

When she got home, Jasmine wore her new black stilettos around her apartment, to get used to them. She also wore her bangles, just because she liked them. Before she went to bed, Jasmine shaved her pussy for Ty.

The next day Jasmine asked Ty to come to her apartment, since it was bigger than his dorm room, and they wouldn't have to worry about his roommate coming in at an awkward moment. She met him at the door wearing a tight t-shirt, jean short-shorts, and her new black platform sandals she had been practicing in. Twenty silver bracelets were on each of her wrists. Even in her new six-inch heels Jasmine was several inches shorter than him.

Needless to say, Ty loved her new look. She happily gave him another blow job, then insisted on studying with him.

After they studied awhile, Ty picked her up, and carried her into her bed room. Their clothes quickly hit the floor, and they fell onto her bed, with her only wearing her six-inch platform heeled sandals and bangle bracelets. Jasmine gasped in pleasure as Ty plunged into her.

Jasmine couldn't believe how fantastic she felt with Ty's big cock pumping in and out of her. He was bigger than any vibrator she had ever used, and definitely knew what he was doing. When he pinned Jasmine's wrists to the bed, her moans grew louder. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist, crossing her six-inch heels behind his back, and pulling him in tighter.

After they fucked, Jasmine did both of their homework, while he watched her television. She was naked except for her heels and bracelets. Before he left, she made sure he was ready for his next quiz, then gave him another blow job.

Over the next couple of weeks Jasmine continued to dress more to Ty's liking, even when they weren't together. Ty explained that he liked her to be noticed, so all the other guys would know what they couldn't have.

With his subtle-and sometimes not-so-subtle-approval, short-shorts and mini's replaced her comfortable jeans and cargo pants. Her tops got tighter and skimpier, and her trainers and sandals grew to towering platform heels. She wore large hoop earrings, and bangle bracelets on both her wrists, because Ty liked her to wear them.

Jasmine found herself enjoying the feel of the bangles on her wrists, and the sound of them jingling against each other whenever she moved her arms. Jasmine also discovered that she loved the towering heels, not to mention the tight tops and shorts or minis.

One thing she had trouble getting used to though, was her new quarter-inch long bright-red manicured finger nails. They made it hard to do almost everything involving her fingers, except gripping Ty's cock while she was giving him a blow job. Her typing speed was slowed down considerably.

When Ty noticed her having trouble typing, he just told her how much he liked her nails, not to mention the rest of her. Jasmine gushed, and gave him a quick blow job. She had to admit her manicured hands looked good wrapped around his big black cock. She was pretty sure her red lips looked even better wrapped around it too.

Navigating campus was a bit difficult in six-inch heels, even when she wore a pair with chunky heels instead of stilettos, but Jasmine didn't mind. She just had to give herself a little extra time to get from her car to class.

Sure Jasmine had to put up with quite a bit of attention as she strutted around campus in her tight tops, short-shorts and towering heels, but she got used to it. Besides, Ty liked her dressing sexy for him, and that was the most important thing.

Jasmine's friends, professors, and classmates were very surprised by her new style. Several of her friends were very worried, and questioned her at length. Jasmine just explained that she felt like dressing a little sexier, because Ty liked it. A few of her so-called friends weren't so sure, but she didn't care what they thought. As long as Ty liked the way she dressed, she was happy.

For the first time, Jasmine began attending the football games, cheering her man on. Soon all her tops were Panthers shirts with Ty's number two on them, even on non-game days.

As a football star, Ty was extremely popular on campus. Since Jasmine was taking care of his schoolwork, he had more time to go to parties. While Jasmine had to do her own work some nights, she did go to a few parties with him.

The Sunday afternoon post-game parties were the strangest. There were all these old middle-aged men around, and Ty and the rest of the players had to wear sports coats and dress casual pants. Jasmine wore a dress skirt and blouse, and pretty much just hung onto Ty's arm. She still wore her six-inch heels, and a few wide bangle bracelets on each wrist.

Just about every player had an attractive coed on his arm, even the fat linemen. Chad Rogers, the star starting quarterback, was dating the runner-up from last year's Miss State Pageant. Several of the old men had attractive, much younger women on their arms too. Vinnie was there as well, with Kelly nearby. She was wearing a short, stretchy but elegant black dress, and black pumps with towering heels.

The party was strange because it was more like the parties Jasmine's parents had, and nothing at all like the parties the football team threw. Everyone was sort of just walking around and chatting, while drinking and eating little finger foods. If it was quiet around her, Jasmine could hear classical music playing from speakers in the ceiling.

The football team's parties normally involved very loud music, usually rock and roll mixed with R&B. There were also a lot of beer, and couples making out, and sometimes a little more, where ever they happen to be at.

Ty explained to her that the old guys were mostly boosters for the football team and athletic department. Ty would go around and introduce her to as many of them as he could. The boosters would leer at her a few moments, then surreptitiously pass Ty a few folded-up bills, congratulate him on a great game, and move on.

Jasmine had always heard persistent rumors that stuff like this went on, mostly with the Panthers' football and basketball teams. She also knew that the athletic department would be in a major bind they were caught.

"Won't you get into trouble for that?" Jasmine whispered into Ty's ear after she watched him tuck a pair of twenties into his pocket.

Ty chuckled. "Not as long as you don't tell anyone," he answered, sliding a few bills into her blouse, underneath her bra. "Besides, every school does stuff like this. Trust me."

Jasmine giggled and squeezed him in close. "Tell who what?" she responded, feigning innocence.



Chapter 2 (added: 2012/05/01)

The day before Ty's forth game, Jasmine went back to the mall. Since it was only a few miles from campus, it had a large store that sold nothing but Panthers stuff. Jasmine headed for that store, and picked out a pair of black spandex hot pants with the word PANTHERS on the ass in large silver letters. Then she found the other item she had come for: a thick spiked leather collar with the word PANTHERS written on it.

Jasmine picked it up, glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and quickly held it up to her neck to see how it would fit. The collar was about two inches wide, and had a row of spikes across the top and bottom. It was a little big, but that didn't bother her. Once she made sure it would fit, Jasmine noticed a matching leather leash. She grabbed it as well.

Jasmine blushed as she laid her purchases on the counter, followed by her credit card. The clerk was a tall, skinny guy in his mid-twenties. He grinned at Jasmine as he rang up the hot pants. Then he picked up the collar, and held it up, horizontally, as if he was imagining her wearing it.

"Did it fit okay?" he asked her with a smile.

"What?" Jasmine asked in embarrassment, and confusion.

"I saw you trying it on the security camera," he explained, still grinning at her. "We have some more in the back if this one didn't fit right."

Jasmine was absolutely mortified. "Um, it was fine," she replied hastily.

"Well, if you want to try it on, I won't mind," he said with a leer.

"No thanks," Jasmine responded firmly. Then she realized something else. She slid her credit card across the counter towards him. "Actually, please ring the shorts up separate."

The clerk regarded her for a heartbeat, then set the collar down. "No problem," he said as he ran her card through the scanner.

Jasmine paid for the collar and leash with the forty dollars Ty had given her, along with a little of her own money. There was no way she wanted a collar and leash going on her credit card statement for her parents to see.

Once Jasmine got into her car, she again glanced around to make sure no one was looking at her. Then she lifted the collar to her throat, and wrapped it around her neck. She lifted her mid-back length hair out of the way, and tried to buckle it. After struggling a few moments, she spun the buckle around to the front, and used the mirror in her visor to see. Once it was buckled, she turned the collar back around, so PANTHERS was displayed on the front. The leash ring was on the back, next to the buckle.

Now that it was buckled on, the collar fit better than Jasmine had thought it would. She even had one more hole she could use to tighten it.

Jasmine felt a strange twinge of pleasure as she looked at herself in the small mirror. The collar looked soooo sexy. The kinkiness only added to it. Jasmine admired herself, and the collar, for several long moments. Then she reluctantly unbuckled the collar, put it back in the bag, and drove off.

Even though he was a top recruit, Ty was still a back-up. He did get some playing time though. Michael Brown, a senior, was the starting running back, and Brad Smith, a junior, was the other back-up. As the weeks went by, Ty got more chances.

In the fourth game of the season the Panthers pulled ahead early. Ty played a lot in the second half. He finished with nearly a hundred yards rushing with two touchdowns, and twenty yards receiving.

At the Sunday afternoon post game party, Vinnie assured Jasmine that she was a big part of Ty's success, and encouraged her to keep doing what she was doing for him, so he could do even better. She wasn't exactly sure how she was doing all that, but if Ty and Vinnie were happy, she was too. Jasmine promised to do what she could. Vinnie also told Jasmine to stop by his office to see him later that night.

All the boosters were happy to congratulate Ty as well. Jasmine wasn't sure how much money he got, but she saw several hundred wind up in his pockets.

That evening, after Jasmine gave Ty a nice, long blow job, she drove her Toyota to the Athletic Department, and headed for Vinnie's office. She wondered why Mister Black's office was all the way at the back of the building, and so small, considering how much he did for the whole department, and school. Kelly was at her desk, wearing a sexy black pinstriped business suit, complete with a tiny miniskirt, black stockings, and glossy black six-inch heels.

"You work on Sunday?" Jasmine asked her curiously.

"Yeah, I work whenever Vinnie needs me," Kelly replied cheerfully.

"Well, I hope he pays you enough."

"Oh, I'm quite satisfied with my compensation package," she responded with a grin.

Jasmine stared back at her quizzically a moment, then giggled. She had a good idea how Vinnie kept her satisfied. Kelly responded with her own giggle, and waved her into Vinnie's office.

"Jasmine, thanks for stopping by," Vinnie said with a smile. He paused a moment to check her out. "Ty's been raving about how sexy you look these days, but . . . wow! You look fantastic!"

Jasmine was wearing a tight black Panthers jersey with Ty's number two on it, and pair of black jean short-shorts with a studded belt around her waist. Her silver sandals with clear platforms and six-inch heels were on her feet. She had three wide bangle bracelets on each wrist, with silver on the outside, and black in the middle. Large hoop earrings and bright red lipstick completed the look.

"Thanks," Jasmine replied with a friendly smile, glancing into his piercing gray eyes. Her glance ended up lasting several seconds. Then she turned away from him, and began unbuckling her belt. "Want to see something else?" she asked him flirtatiously.

"Sure," Vinnie responded with a raised eyebrow.

Jasmine pulled her jean shorts down, and revealed her spandex hot pants with PANTHERS written across the back. "What do you think?" she asked, smiling back at him.

Vinnie stared at her ass in shock a moment. "Amazing," he answered with a broad smile. "You must tell Kelly where you got those."

"I will," Jasmine assured him as she pulled her jean shorts back up and buckled her belt. "So what's up?" she asked as she sat down.

"Ah," Vinnie said, leaning back in his chair. "Jasmine baby, you've been a great help to Ty, and the team. There's one more thing we need you to help us with though."

"Sure," Jasmine said, her bracelets clattering on her wrists as she brushed them against the armrests of the chair.

"Ty wants a car, but we can't put it in his name of course. So I was thinking, we could put it in your name, and you just let him drive it. That way if anyone asks, it's your car, and you just loaned it to him," Vinnie explained.

Jasmine frowned slightly. While she wanted to help Ty, she wasn't sure about this. "Um, Vinnie, who's going to pay for it? I can't afford a new car," she pointed out.

Vinnie chuckled. "Don't worry about that, baby," he told her. "It won't cost you a thing. You just sign the papers for Ty, and give him the keys."

"Um, okay," she replied, still worried. She glanced into his piercing gray eyes again. Just like before, the glance ended up lasting several seconds. "If you're sure about it and all."

"Trust me Jasmine," he assured her. "The local dealer is a friend of the program. They'll put the car in your name, with financing and everything. You won't have to pay a dime, as long as Ty's driving it. It'll even be insured for him."

Jasmine still didn't understand how they could accomplish all that, especially without getting caught. "Well, okay Vinnie," Jasmine answered. "I just don't want Ty or the team to get into trouble or anything."

Vinnie chuckled a moment. "Jasmine baby, I couldn't ask for a better girl for Ty. But relax. We do stuff like this all the time."

That night Ty came over to Jasmine's apartment again. She met him at the door wearing her tiny jersey that showed several inches of her toned tummy, and the spandex hot pants she had gotten. She had replaced her strappy high heeled sandals with her knee-high platform boots with six-inch heels. Her bangles were still on her wrists, and her biggest pair of silver hoop earrings were in her ears.

Ty loved the outfit, especially as she did a slow pirouette, displaying her toned body and showing him the team name on her ass. Then she pulled out the thick leather collar and leash she had gotten, and handed it to him.

Ty stared at it a moment, then flashed her an excited grin. Jasmine turned away from him, and lifted her hair out of the way. She felt his hard-on press against her ass, then felt the cool leather of the collar as he wrapped it around her neck, and buckled it.

Jasmine stretched back against him as he pulled her leash up and towards him. She felt one of his hands squeezing her breast, and the other on her wet pussy, still holding the leash. She tilted her head up and backwards and they shared a long, passionate kiss.

At the same time Jasmine reached behind her with her right hand and fondled his meaty cock. Her bracelets jingled as they slid down her wrist as she reached up and snaked her left hand behind his head, pulling his mouth closer to hers.

Ty didn't even bother taking her to her bedroom. He used her leash to pull her down to the floor. Then he peeled her hot pants down her legs. Underneath those she was wearing a black thong with a silver Panthers clawed paw print on the front. He pulled that off as well.

Ty paused to strip off his own clothes, revealing his muscular, toned body. Then he effortlessly flipped Jasmine over so she was on her hands and knees, and slid his hard cock into her from behind while keeping a firm grip on her leash.

Jasmine gasped in pleasure as his head entered her. The she moaned as his thick shaft slid deep into her wet pussy. Ty pulled back on her leash as he fucked her. She responded by moaning and gasping with each stroke. She felt amazing!

Suddenly Jasmine felt a hard slap on her ass. She was so into getting fucked from behind by Ty that the slap startled her more than anything else. A second, harder blow quickly followed, as Ty buried his cock to the hilt in her soaking snatch. On the next stroke he spanked her again as he pulled back on her leash.

By the fifth blow the slaps were starting to hurt. Jasmine reached back with her right hand to try to block the next one. Ty responded by grabbing her thin wrist in his big, strong hand, then easily pulling her left arm behind her back as well.

Ty held both her wrists with one hand, and in a flash he had used the leash to tie them together at the small of her back. Then he resumed fucking her, while pulling the end of the leash with his left hand, and spanking her ass with his right. Jasmine responded by practically screaming out in arousal.

Sex with Ty and his big dick was amazing by itself. Sex with Ty while wearing a collar and tied up was absolutely mind-blowing! She had never felt so helpless, or aroused in her life.

A half hour later, Jasmine began helping Ty review for his Algebra test. They had each came once on her living room floor, and again with her over the arm of her couch. After he had untied her, Jasmine had pulled her thong and hot pants back on.

When she went to take off her collar though, Ty stopped her, and asked her to keep wearing it. He even joked about getting a padlock for it. Jasmine had loved wearing the collar during sex. She quickly discovered that she enjoyed it without having sex too. It just made her feel happy, and a little aroused, especially because Ty wanted her to wear it.

They studied for about ninety minutes, then Jasmine decided that Ty was ready for his test on Monday. Instead of leaving though, Ty grabbed her leash and pulled her towards her bedroom. After another orgasm each, they fell asleep on her bed. Jasmine was still wearing her boots, jersey, bangles, and collar.

The next day Ty made a B on his Algebra test. Jasmine had been a little worried, math had never been her strongest subject. She made A's, but it was always harder for her than her other classes. No one ever believed her either, because everyone assumed that since she was Asian she was a math genius. If only they knew how many hours she had studied to get an A in Calculus II her senior year.

After morning classes Jasmine drove Ty to the local car dealership. She wore a denim mini, Panthers crop top with Ty's number on it, and her silver platform heels. A dozen bangle bracelets, alternating in black and silver, were on each of her wrists. They were greeted by an overweight middle-aged man with a broad smile who introduced himself as the General Manager, Gus McDowell.

"Call me Gus," he said as he shook Ty's hand.

"Ty," the running back replied with an excited smile.

Gus turned to shake Jasmine's hand.

"Jasmine," she said as she shook his hand, her bracelets jingling. She noticed his eyes traveling down her body as they shook hands. She couldn't blame him for that, pretty much every guy did that to her these days.

"Everybody around here knows you," Gus said to Ty with a broad smile. "I understand you want a Camaro 2SS Convertible," he added as he eyed Jasmine's expanse of exposed flesh.

"Yeah," Ty answered, pulling Jasmine close and grabbing her ass possessively.

"Well, let's go take a look at some," Gus announced, taking his eyes off Jasmine, at least for the moment.

Jasmine's heels tapped on the asphalt as they walked towards the Camaros near the front of the lot. She barely even noticed, she made the noise virtually everywhere she went these days.

A minute or so later they were standing next to a brand new black Camaro convertible. A pair of wide silver stripes ran from front to back on the hood and trunk. Gus began rattling off its features, although most of what he said was meaningless to Jasmine.

"Four hundred twenty-six horsepower, six-speed manual transmission, gray and black leather seats, twenty-inch aluminum wheels, performance exhaust upgrade. . ."

Jasmine sort of tuned him out as she admired the car. She had to admit it was gorgeous. She wondered if they realized it was in the Panthers colors, black and silver. She also wondered how much this was going to cost.

Gus opened the driver's side door, and Ty climbed in. A moment later the black convertible top retracted into the space between the tiny back seat and trunk.

"Want to take it for a spin?" Gus asked Ty with a broad smile.

"Sure," Ty answered with a grin, admiring the dash and interior.

Gus handed him the key, and pointed out the start button. As Ty turned the powerful V8 engine on, Gus quickly escorted Jasmine to the passenger side, and helped her into the seat with a hand on her hip, and another near her breast. He even buckled her seat belt for her. Ty was oblivious, entranced by the Camaro.

Jasmine couldn't help but admire the car as Ty drove away. The leather seats certainly felt great on her mostly bare legs. She was a little nervous about how fast Ty was driving when they got to the freeway though. Twenty minutes later they arrived safely back at the dealership. Gus was waiting for them.

"So, how'd you like it?" he asked Ty with an ever-present broad smile, from the passenger side. "Drives great, doesn't it?"

Jasmine smiled up at Gus as he opened her door for her, and helped her out. Once again his hands came close to, but didn't touch her breasts or ass.

"Amazing," Ty replied as he tossed him back the key over the car. "I'll take it."

"Great!" Gus answered happily. "Let's go inside and Jasmine here can sign the paper work," he said, leering at her.

His hand was still on her waist, just above her studded belt. Jasmine didn't mind too much, but when Ty came around the car, she stepped away and entwined her arm in Ty's. She gave his massive bicep an affectionate squeeze as they headed inside.

Jasmine's heels echoed inside the large showroom, causing quite a few salesmen and customers to stop and gawk at her. Jasmine was getting used to that sort of attention. She just squeezed Ty's arm a little tighter, and let them stare.

A couple of minutes later they were in Gus's office. Up until now he had been talking almost exclusively to Ty, and mostly just staring at Jasmine. Now he turned his attention to her. Gus produced a contract, with helpful yellow tags telling her where to sign and initial.

Jasmine quickly scanned the paperwork. When she got to the payments, she gasped in surprise. It was over seven hundred dollars a month, for five years.

"Hey, I can't pay that!" Jasmine said incredulously.

Gus just frowned back at her in confusion. "Didn't somebody explain this to you? You don't have to actually pay anything. We just need a signature on the paperwork."

Jasmine looked down at the contract, then back up to Gus, then over to Ty. She still wasn't sure about this. If she signed the contract, she'd be legally obligated to pay for the car. If she didn't make the payments on time, it would ruin her credit.

"The payment will be made every month, on time, until Ty leaves school," Gus explained. "Then the balance will be paid, and you-" he paused to glance at Ty-"keep the car." Gus waited a moment, then added, "This will actually be great for you too, Jasmine. You'll have a forty-four thousand dollar car being paid off on your credit report."

Jasmine glanced over at Ty, then back to Gus. "Okay," she replied after a couple of heartbeats.

"Great!" Gus said, his broad smile returning.

Jasmine's bracelets clinked on the table as she signed and initialed the contract. When she finished, Ty asked Gus if someone could deliver Jasmine's Toyota to her apartment, so she could ride with him. Gus cheerfully agreed, and helped Jasmine climb into the passenger seat of Ty's brand new Camaro 2SS convertible.

Ty drove them to Jasmine's apartment, where she put her collar back on. Ty moved her couch so one end was by the window overlooking the parking lot. Then he vigorously fucked her from behind while he pulled back on her leash, and they both looked out at his new Camaro.

While pretty much every one noticed Ty's new ride, few questioned it. Quite a few of the top football players were driving high-priced vehicles, so Ty's Camaro wasn't exactly out of place. Vinnie made sure that Jasmine understood that she had to tell anyone that asked that it was her car, and she was just letting Ty borrow it. Vinnie also told her to let him know if anyone was asking about it too much, especially if they said they were an investigator or reporter.

By now Ty was at Jasmine's apartment pretty much all the time, except when he was practicing or in class. She asked him if he wanted to move in with her, but he said he had to stay in the dorm with the rest of the football team during his freshman year. He also had a midnight curfew during the week. It didn't stop him from basically taking over her apartment while he was there, though.

Jasmine had to wear her collar and high heels pretty much all the time while they were in her apartment, not that she minded. Ty even wanted her to wear the collar and heels when he wasn't there, saying that it made him happy knowing that she was dressed and collared for him.

Jasmine had to work extra hard to keep up with her own schoolwork while helping Ty with his. Still, she managed. Her parents became increasingly concerned about her spending though. Jasmine did her best to mollify them, but she wasn't sure how much it helped.


Chapter 3 (added: 2012/05/01)

The next football game was close, so Ty didn't get to play as much. He only finished with thirty-eight yards rushing. Michael Brown, the starter, had a hundred and twenty-two yards, and the Panthers won by four points.

That night, Ty got Jasmine to wear her collar at the team party. In spite of Jasmine's embarrassment, everyone loved it. As long as Ty was nearby, she was fine though. Quite a few people-both guys and girls-asked her where she had gotten it. Soon Jasmine forgot all about her initial embarrassment, and enjoyed the party with everyone else.

After the party Ty and Jasmine climbed into his Camaro, and left. Jasmine was still wearing her collar, short flippy miniskirt, tiny crop top, stacked bangle bracelets, hoop earrings, and metallic silver sandals with clear platforms and six-inch heels. Instead of heading to her apartment for some fun like she expected though, Ty took a detour.

Several minutes later they were on a secluded country road. Ty grinned at her as he hit the gas. Jasmine smiled back as she felt the powerful engine thrumming and the wind whipping across the open top.

The speed limit was fifty-five, but Ty quickly accelerated to nearly a hundred. Jasmine wasn't worried though, Ty had done this on this same road a couple of days before. It was actually kind of exciting going so fast. Suddenly Ty swore, and pressed the brakes.

"Cops," he explained at the same time Jasmine saw the flashing blue lights in the distance behind them. "Shit!" Ty swore again. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" he said, hitting the steering wheel with his hand with each word.

"Baby, it's okay," Jasmine said, trying to calm him down.

Ty glanced over at her. "I had a beer!" he told her in despair.

"Oh," Jasmine answered in understanding. "Oh," she said again, in a different tone. Ty was only eighteen. He wasn't supposed to have any beer. If he got caught, he would be arrested, and embarrass the team. She almost suggested they try to switch places, but with the top down, there was no way the cop wouldn't see them. "Maybe he won't notice," she said, glancing back towards the rapidly approaching blue lights.

Ty kept one eye on the rear view mirror as he continued to slow down.

"I'll call Vinnie," Jasmine said, reaching for her phone.

"Yeah," Ty replied absently as he pulled off the road, muttering a few more curses.

"Come on," Jasmine said nervously as her phone rang. A moment later Vinnie's voicemail picked up. She quickly left a message saying that Ty had been pulled over, then hung up as the officer approached the driver's side of the car.

"License and proof of insurance please," the officer asked from behind an insanely bright flashlight.

The lights from his car behind them were even brighter. Jasmine could barely make out his badge, and some of his uniform.

"Yes Sir," Ty replied nervously, reaching for his wallet.

Jasmine noticed the flashlight shining on her more than on Ty. She smiled and arched her back a little to give him a better view as she opened the glove compartment to get the insurance card. Maybe he'd let Ty off the hook if she was friendly enough. Her bracelets jingled against each other as she pulled the card out.

"I know I was going a little fast Officer," Ty said as he passed him his license. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Sir, you were going ninety-eight in a fifty-five mile-per-hour zone," the officer replied.

"I'm real sorry Officer," Ty repeated. "I promise I'll slow down."

"Ty," Jasmine said softly, holding the insurance card out for him.

"Hey . . . are you Ty Ross that plays for the Panthers?" the officer asked as Ty handed him the card.

"Uh, yeah," Ty answered warily.

"Good game tonight," he replied with a suddenly friendly sounding voice as he dropped his flashlight down out of their eyes.

"Thanks," Ty responded with a grin.

"You have got to slow down though," he told him. "And I mean way down. I could take you in for reckless driving."

"I will, Officer," Ty assured him. "I was just out having a little fun."

Jasmine smiled as the officer glanced at her tits. She brushed back her hair. Her bracelets reflected the headlights from his car behind them as they slid down her wrist.

The officer eyed Jasmine a moment. "Have fun running ninety-eight yard touchdowns, okay," he suggested to Ty as he leaned down over the car door.

"I will, Officer," Ty repeated happily.

"It's Deputy," he replied with a friendly smile. "Allen. And I'm serious. Slow down. We can't have you hitting a deer or tree or something at a hundred miles an . . ." Suddenly he trailed off, and sniffed the air a couple of times. "Have you been drinking?" he asked sharply.

Ty stared up at him a moment. "I just had one beer," he answered earnestly. "I promise."

"Damn!" Deputy Allen replied under his breath. "You're not even twenty-one! I can't let you leave."

Jasmine thought furiously. She couldn't let Ty get into trouble. A speeding ticket was one thing, but drinking and driving underage was something else. "Deputy Allen, Ty only had one little beer." She leaned forward, to give him a better view down her top. "I'll do anything if you'll let him go just this once," she said, making it clear what she meant by anything.

Deputy Allen stared at her a moment. "Only because Ty's a Panther," he replied, shaking his head. He walked around to the passenger side of the car, and opened the door.

"Okay little Panther girl, let's go," he said to her.

Jasmine grinned up at him as she swung her legs out of the car. "Yes Deputy Allen," she replied cheerfully as she stood up on her towering heels.

Deputy Allen was a couple of inches taller than Jasmine in her six-inch heels. He was about as big as Ty, but had a small gut instead of Ty's rock-hard abs.

He leaned down, and they shared a long kiss. She could feel one of his hands on her ass, and the other on the back of her neck.

"Kinky," he said, tugging on the back of her collar.

"Hey! You should handcuff her!" Ty said enthusiastically from the driver's seat.

What? Jasmine thought in confusion as Deputy Allen suddenly broke the kiss. In an instant he had spun her around, and pulled her left arm behind her back. Before she could react, he had snapped a cuff around her wrist. Jasmine gasped in surprise as he quickly pulled her right arm back and cuffed it as well.

Jasmine stared at Ty, who grinned back at her in obvious excitement at the site of her being handcuffed. She tugged against the hard steel cuffs, causing her bracelets to jingle against them. She brought the cuffs around to her side, so she could look down and see them, and Ty could see them too.

A moment later Deputy Allen spun her back around, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed down a little. Jasmine obediently dropped to her knees, and he quickly fished out his cock. Jasmine leaned forward and slid it into her mouth. It was nearly as long as Ty's, but thinner. Jasmine couldn't believe she was blowing a complete stranger-a cop-just to keep Ty out of trouble.

Sucking Deputy Allen's cock with her hands cuffed behind her back was making her even hornier. After a minute or so he pulled out, and lifted Jasmine to her feet. Then he led her to the front of the Camaro, and pushed her over the hood. Jasmine looked up at Ty, and licked her lips at him.

Then Jasmine felt Deputy Allen reach under her skirt, and pull down her black thong. When it got to her ankles, she stepped out of it. Jasmine glanced back to see him shove her panties into his pocket.

"Spread 'em," Deputy Allen said as he nudged her feet wide apart with his boots. At the same time, he pushed her skirt up around her waist.

Jasmine's body weight pressed her breasts against the hood of the car. She gasped out in ecstasy as Deputy Allen plunged into her. She watched Ty watch her from the driver's seat while Deputy Allen fucked her from behind. Jasmine struggled against the cuffs as she moaned out.

Soon Jasmine screamed in orgasm. A couple of moments later, she felt Deputy Allen grunt as he erupted inside her with his own orgasm.

When Deputy Allen recovered, he pulled his now softening dick out of her still wet pussy. Satisfied, he pulled his pants back up, and buckled them and his gun belt. Then he slapped Jasmine's ass, and started to unlock the handcuffs around her wrists.

"Hey, can I keep those cuffs?" Ty asked him as he climbed out of the car.

"Sorry," Deputy Allen replied as he put them back on his belt. "They're department issue. I know a place where you can get some though."

"Awesome," Ty answered with a grin.

"Alright," Deputy Allen said to Jasmine as he squeezed her side, just below her breast. "Since it's legally your car anyway, I'll let you drive Ty home."

Jasmine frowned slightly as she tugged down her skirt. "Um, I can't drive a stick," she admitted with embarrassment.

"You own a forty thousand dollar car that you can't drive?" Deputy Allen asked her with amusement.

"Yes Sir," Jasmine answered, stepping over towards Ty. She threaded her arm through his, and squeezed his muscular bicep. "That's what my man is for," she said, smiling up at Ty.

"Coach Black should be here in a few minutes, Deputy Allen," Ty explained. "I talked to him on the phone. He'll take care of everything."

Deputy Allen glanced at his watch. "Alright," he replied contently.

"While we're waiting, can you tell me where to get some of those cuffs?" Ty asked him as he squeezed Jasmine close to him.

"Yeah," Deputy Allen said with a smile.

A few minutes later Vinnie arrived, along with his secretary and girlfriend, Kelly. He spoke with Deputy Allen a few minutes, then came back to Ty and Jasmine.

"Nice collar," Vinnie said, glancing at Jasmine.

"Thanks," she answered with a smile, tossing her hair back flirtatiously.

"You're lucky," Vinnie said to Ty. "Deputy Allen is a fan, and he's agreed to keep this quiet. There won't even be a report made."

"Great," Ty replied with a relieved smile. "I'm real sorry coach," he assured him. Then he glanced at Jasmine. Thanks babe," he whispered into her ear as he squeezed her waist against him.

Jasmine frowned slightly. She thought she had helped convince Deputy Allen to let Ty go, but Vinnie made it sound like it was him. Oh well, at least Ty was happy, and not in jail.

"Now, since I understand that Jasmine can't drive a stick, Kelly will drive Ty back to his dorm in his Camaro, while Jasmine and I follow you in my Lexus," Vinnie announced.

"Um, I can't drive a stick either," Kelly replied with an embarrassed smile.

Vinnie chuckled a moment, then said, "Fine, I'll let you drive my Lexus, and I'll drive Ty's Camaro."

A few moments later Jasmine was sitting in the passenger seat of Ty's Camaro, while Kelly and Ty were in Vinnie's Lexus. The Lexus pulled away, followed by Vinnie in Ty's Camaro.

"What is this garbage?" Vinnie asked as he cut off the loud R&B on the radio.

"I'm not sure," Jasmine answered. She really didn't like Ty's music at all. She only listened to it because he insisted. She preferred classical and Asian music. "Ty listens to it."

"Well, see if you can get him to listen to the Stones or Aerosmith or something," Vinnie replied with a derisive smile. "And preferably a little quieter."

"I'll try," Jasmine responded with a weak smile.

"I really want to thank you for what you did for Ty," Vinnie said as they followed Ty and Kelly. "The whole program really appreciates it."

"It's no problem," Jasmine replied cheerfully. "I'm happy to help Ty out, however I can."

"I know you are," Vinnie responded, patting her thigh, and glancing at her. "But risking arrest just to keep Ty out of trouble is above and beyond. We're lucky to have you."

"Thanks," Jasmine said with a smile, briefly locking eyes with him. "I just want to keep Ty happy."

"Well, you're doing great. Keep up the good work," Vinnie told her.

"I will," Jasmine assured him.

Once they arrived on campus, they headed for Ty's dorm building. Jasmine walked him to his room, where he thanked her again for helping him out. Then they shared a very friendly kiss goodnight. She wished she had time for more, but Vinnie and Kelly were waiting for her. She really didn't want to walk all the way home in these heels.

Jasmine hurried back downstairs, and climbed into the backseat of Vinnie's luxurious Lexus.

"Oh, I like your collar," Kelly told her from the front seat as they drove off. "Where'd you get it?"

"Thanks," Jasmine answered with a smile. "At the team store in the mall."

"Hey, why don't you let Kelly try it on for a few minutes," Vinnie suggested from the driver's seat.

"Sure," Jasmine replied cheerfully.

She reached behind her neck, and unbuckled the thick leather collar. Kelly lifted her long brown hair up, and Jasmine reached past the headrest and buckled it around her throat.

"Beautiful," Vinnie said with a broad smile, glancing over at Kelly. "You look gorgeous."

"Thanks," she answered with a smile as she checked herself out in the vanity mirror.

Jasmine felt a little weird without her collar on. She quickly found herself . . . missing the feeling of the cool leather around her neck.

A few minutes later they arrived at Jasmine's off-campus apartment. As Jasmine leaned forward to help her take the collar off, Kelly quickly opened the door and got out of the car. Jasmine glanced at her a moment, then leaned forward and gave Vinnie a peck on the cheek.



"Thanks for the ride," Jasmine told him with a smile.

"Happy to oblige," he responded as Jasmine stepped out of the car.

Outside, Jasmine smiled at Kelly as she unbuckled the collar from around her neck. When Jasmine got it off her, Kelly quickly reached up and gently took it from her. Then she turned the collar around and moved to put it back on Jasmine's neck. Jasmine glanced around nervously, then lifted her hair out of the way so the taller woman could wrap it around her throat.

"You look so sexy," Kelly said as she adjusted the collar. Before Jasmine could respond, Kelly leaned forward, and kissed her on the lips.

Jasmine was stunned. She had never kissed a girl before. After a moment, she started returning the kiss. Kelly snaked a hand behind her head, and pulled her in tighter. She laid her other hand on Jasmine's hip, and caressed her side. Jasmine kissed her back, and after a moment, parted her lips and let Kelly slide her tongue into open mouth.

Several seconds later, Kelly broke the kiss. Jasmine let out a small gasp, then smiled up at her.

"Thanks sexy," Kelly told her with her own smile as she climbed back into the car.

"Thanks," Jasmine replied absently. "Bye," she called a few seconds later as the car door closed.

"Bye Jasmine," Vinnie called with a smile.

Kelly blew her a kiss out the window as they drove away.

Jasmine stood in the parking lot a few moments, then headed towards her apartment. She reached up to take off her collar, but quickly decided to leave it. Jasmine felt naughty wearing it in public like this, even if it was late at night, and no one was around. She was still strangely aroused from kissing Kelly, and sex with Deputy Allen on the hood of Ty's car.

Less than a minute later Jasmine was in her second floor apartment. As soon as she locked the door she stripped off her top and skirt while she hurried to her bedroom. The absence of her panties reminded her that Deputy Allen had them, which made her even hornier.

In seconds Jasmine was lying on her bed, only wearing her collar, bangle bracelets, and heels. Her legs were spread wide, and she had her trusty vibrator buzzing away in her soaking snatch. She hadn't used it since she started dating Ty, but she had to have an orgasm, now!

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A few days later Jasmine went back to the mall, and stopped by the salon again. Nearly an hour and a half later, she was done. She had gotten a facial, and a fresh manicure and pedicure. Her quarter-inch long nails were painted bright red and each one had a black Panthers clawed paw print in the middle. Jasmine's formerly black hair was also now bleached blonde. She wondered what her parents would think about it, but she'd worry about that later. She wouldn't see them until Christmas break anyway.

After checking herself out in the full length mirror, Jasmine decided to do a little more shopping to go with her new look. First she went to Strutz. Ashlee was there again, and she was very happy to see her, and her new look.

Jasmine tried on a few pairs of shoes, then decided on a pair of matte-black pumps with six-inch heels and little bows on the toes. She also selected a pair of glossy black ankle boots with silver metallic platforms and six-inch heels. The pumps would be perfect for the booster parties, and the ankle boots would look great pointing at the ceiling while Ty was plowing his thick man meat into her.

Next Jasmine strutted out of Strutz and headed for the store where she got most of her bracelets and stuff. There she picked out a couple of more sets of bangle bracelets like Ty liked her to wear, in black and silver, the Panther's colors. She also picked up a set of thin black armlets that went from her hands to the tops of her biceps.

On the way out of the mall, Jasmine stopped by the team spirit store. The same clerk was there as when she had bought her collar. As soon as he saw her, he headed her way.

"Hey, can I, uh, help you?" he asked, staring at her in awe.

Even though Jasmine knew she would never consider dating him, she couldn't help but smile a little at his attention. If he liked her new look, then Ty would too.

"Yeah," she replied with a friendly smile. "I want another collar."

"Oh, yeah, um, over here," he responded, obviously trying hard not to stare at her tits, or the exposed skin of her toned tummy or thighs below her short-shorts.

Jasmine followed him to the small display of collars the store had. This time, there were none of the thick spiked leather collars like she had. They did have a couple of the one she was looking for this time though.

The collar was black, one inch wide, and made of nylon with a plastic snap. PANTHERS was written on it in silver, followed by a paw print, with the pattern repeating the length of the collar. Instead of a buckle, it closed with a plastic snap that pushed together. A steel leash ring was next to the snap closure.

"We're completely sold out of the leather ones like you got," the clerk said as she examined the nylon collar. "A lot of people have been in here buying them the past few days."

Jasmine wondered how many people who had asked her about her collar at the team party had gotten one for themselves. She smiled softly to herself, anticipating finding out at the next party.

"Want to try it on?" the clerk asked her nervously, trying to hide his excitement at the prospect.

The collar was adjustable, but Jasmine decided to indulge him a little. "Sure," she replied with a smile.

"Really!?" he answered in surprise.

"Yeah," Jasmine said, half sarcastically as she lifted the collar to her neck. She carefully snapped it closed so she didn't break her nails, then tightened it until it was snug.

The clerk was speechless, and blatantly staring at her, with his eyes wide open in awe.

"Fits great," Jasmine said with a smile. "I'll take it."

That night Jasmine greeted her man wearing nothing but her spiked leather collar, a dozen black plastic bracelets on each wrist, her new glossy black ankle boots with silver platforms and heels, and her new bleach blonde hair. Needless to say, Ty loved her new look. They were on her bed in a matter of seconds, with his big dick sliding into her wet snatch.

Afterwards, Jasmine and Ty lay on her bed. He was on his back, with his hands behind his head, relaxing. She was halfway on her side, with her nails tracing lines on his muscular chest.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about my American Lit class anymore," Ty told her as he snaked his arm under her. "I've got an A for the semester."

"What?" Jasmine asked in confusion. "How?"

Ty was taking Professor Lynda Mercer's-whom Jasmine had had when she was a freshman-American Lit class. Her nickname was Professor No Mercy. The class had resulted in Jasmine's only B her freshman year.

"Vinnie talked to Professor Mercer," he replied with a shrug and a sly smile. "And now I've got an A."

"Well, okay," Jasmine responded, relieved and confused at the same time. "Hey, I've got a surprise for you," she said excitedly as she reached up to unbuckle her thick leather collar.

Next she reached over to the drawer of her nightstand, and pulled out her new one-inch-wide nylon collar.

"Um, nice, but I like your other one better," Ty said, obviously unimpressed.

Jasmine smiled back at him. "Time for a shower," she said as she climbed out of the bed, doing her best to pull him after her. "I can't do that wearing that one."

Less than a minute later they were in Jasmine's shower, eagerly going for round two. Jasmine had only paused long enough to take off her ankle boots, leaving her new nylon collar and plastic bangle bracelets on.

Between their hungry kisses and mutual fondling Jasmine wondered if she could get a pair of heels that she could wear in the shower. Ty would love that, she thought as she dropped to her knees to blow him.

After Ty fucked her in the shower, they studied a while. When they finished for the night, Ty headed back to his dorm. Jasmine gave him a long goodbye kiss at the door. Once he left, Jasmine did some of her own schoolwork, then went to bed herself. She wore a tiny Panthers tank top and thong, with her bangle bracelets, and her new nylon collar.

Ty had told Jasmine that he liked for her to wear her collar, but when she had tried sleeping in her spiked collar, she ended up tearing a hole in her pillow case. That was the other reason she had bought the nylon collar, besides taking a shower while wearing it.

While a lot of Jasmine's friends, classmates, and professors weren't too surprised by her now blonde hair, a few thought it was a bit much. The president of the Asian Students Association was outraged, saying that she looked like an Americanized bimbo. She also vowed to have Jasmine removed from being secretary of the ASA's board.

One of Jasmine's female professors also tried to talk to Jasmine, but she just told her that she was fine, and she had to leave to meet her boyfriend. Besides, Jasmine didn't want her to bring up the C she made on her last quiz.

Instead of throwing on a comfortable tee and pair of khaki's every morning, Jasmine had to spend nearly an hour doing her make-up, hair, and making sure her outfit was perfect for Ty, and herself. She also had to re-check her appearance throughout the day, in case she ran into Ty somewhere.

Jasmine also spent quite a bit of time either having sex with Ty, or at parties with him, or just hanging out with him. Since she was also doing a significant portion of Ty's classwork, Jasmine couldn't possibly keep up with her own schoolwork like she had before. With all that on her schedule, Jasmine was struggling to keep her four-point-oh grade-point-average.

A few days later Jasmine's dad called her, enraged about her credit card spending. Jasmine apologized frantically, and had to promise not to spend any more money on clothes or at salons for the rest of the semester. Then he asked her why on earth she had bought a dog collar.

Jasmine was stunned. Then she realized that she had used her credit card to pay for her second collar. Jasmine tried to tell her dad that she had got it as a joke, but she didn't think he believed her. He just told her again to stop wasting her money on worthless shit and concentrate on her classes.

That night, Ty took Jasmine to dinner. On the way to her apartment, he stopped by a gas station. Jasmine went in with him, and was a little surprised when he picked up a six-pack of beer. He set it on the counter, along with a ten dollar bill. Since Ty was only eighteen, Jasmine reached for her ID.

"It's on the house," the cashier said with a satisfied smile as he pushed the six-pack and the ten back towards Ty. He eyed Jasmine a moment, then looked back at Ty. "Great game last week."

"Thanks," Ty replied with his own smile as he stuffed the bill back into his pocket, and picked up the beer.

Ty put his arm around Jasmine's waist, and pulled her in tight as they walked out. He always showed a little jealousy when other guys checked her out.

"So, how often do you get free beer?" Jasmine asked him once they got into his Camaro.

Ty chuckled in response. "I've been getting it since I was sixteen," he replied. "Not all the time, but a lot. At first they just didn't card me. My junior year we made the semi-finals of the state playoffs. Ever since then, I've hardly ever had to pay for beer."

Jasmine had gotten plenty of guys to buy her beer over the years. Still, she was a little surprised Ty had gotten it for free without even showing an ID. Not as surprised as she had been when he had gotten a Camaro for free though.


Chapter 4 (added: 2012/05/01)

That Saturday the Panthers played an away game against the number three ranked team in the country. Jasmine watched the game on her TV while doing Ty's homework and working on one of her papers. From the start it was a tough game. Jasmine cheered for Ty and the Panthers, but in the end, they lost their first game of the season.

Ty had over seventy yards rushing, but he was still bummed about losing. He also didn't get very much money from the boosters at the party on Sunday.

Ty was exhausted from practice the next few days. He explained that coach was pushing them even harder than usual because they had lost. Jasmine still gave him a blow job every evening, so he would be nice and relaxed while they studied. Afterwards, she would ride him till they both orgasmed while he lay on her bed.

Thursday night however, after they had studied a bit, Ty told her that he had a surprise for her.

"First though, I want you to strip," he told her with a smile, gripping her leash lightly. Ty liked for Jasmine to be leashed when he was there, so he could just grab it whenever he wanted.

Jasmine was barely dressed as it was. She pulled off her short, stretchy Panthers top, then unbuckled her studded belt and pulled down her tight short-shorts and tiny thong. That left her only wearing a pair of large black hoop earrings, her two-inch-wide spiked leather collar, a dozen bracelets alternating in silver and black on each wrist, and her shiny black platform heels.

"Alright, now close your eyes, and hold out your hands," Ty told her after she posed for him a few seconds.

"Ooh," Jasmine said with a cheerful smile as she held her palms out, and closed her eyes.

A moment later she felt something cold and hard touch the palm sides of her wrists, which were facing up. The touch was followed immediately by a familiar ratcheting sound, and a hardness encircling her wrists. Her bracelets made faint tinkling sounds as they slid down her wrists.

Jasmine opened her eyes to see a pair of shiny silver handcuffs locked around her wrists, between her hands and her bracelets. She knew that Ty had asked Deputy Allen about getting a pair of cuffs last week, but she didn't know he had actually gotten them.

"Cool," Jasmine said with a smile as she tugged against the hard cuffs. They were silver, with a short chain between the cuffs. Jasmine wasn't sure if they were exactly like Deputy Allen's, as she hadn't gotten a good look at those. These weren't as tight as when Deputy Allen had cuffed her, but she didn't think she could slide them off.

She tried, and failed. "Do you have the key?" she asked curiously, still getting a feel for the cuffs.

Jasmine loved the way the cold, hard cuffs felt on her wrists. The feeling, and sight, of them around her slender wrists was sooooo arousing. Knowing that she was practically helpless only made it worse.

"Of course, baby," Ty responded with a happy smile. Then he lifted her cuffed hands over his head, and put them behind his neck, with her cuffed and decorated wrists resting on his shoulders. "But don't worry about that right now," he said as he leaned in and gave her a slow, open-mouthed kiss.

With her hands trapped behind his neck, Jasmine was helpless as he pinched her nipples, and caressed her ass-not that she would have tried to stop him anyway. Jasmine had gotten used to Ty's touching her, and she loved it. The feeling of the handcuffs tight around her wrists made her even hornier.

Ty began undressing himself between eager kisses, soft caresses, and firm gropes of her helpless body. He lifted her cuffed wrists off his shoulders just long enough to pull his t-shirt off and toss it aside. Then he sat down on her couch. Jasmine climbed onto his lap and straddled him. She put her wrists back around his neck. He kept one powerful hand on her leash, and put the other one on her ass.

In seconds Jasmine was bouncing up and down on his rock-hard shaft, with him alternately sucking on her nipples, and kissing her. Jasmine's groans turned to little shouts of pain-mixed with pleasure-as he began spanking her bare ass.

Jasmine loved sex with Ty. Before he had started giving it to her hard and regular, she had never even considered wearing a collar, or being tied up. Now she wore a collar even when he wasn't there, and she loved it. Having her hands cuffed while getting fucked was great, but not quite as good as when Ty tied her hands behind her back with her leash.

When Ty stopped her bouncing a couple of minutes later, Jasmine groaned in frustration. He leaned over, and reached into his pants on the end of the couch. Jasmine was still impaled on his dick, and she was too busy nibbling on his ear and holding onto him to worry about what he was doing.

Ty sat back up, and lifted Jasmine's hands out from behind his head. Then Jasmine let out a small huh of confusion as he unlocked her left wrist. Her confusion quickly turned back to excitement as he pushed her hands behind her back and recuffed her.

Jasmine flexed against her cuffs then enthusiastically resumed bouncing up and down on his cock as he held her leash. The feeling of her hands cuffed behind her back sent another surge of arousal shooting through her. The harder she struggled, the hornier she got. It felt like the handcuffs were wired straight to her pussy. Jasmine let out a yelp of pain as Ty began whipping her with the end of her leather leash.

"Ugh! Ugghh! Ooooh! OOOOOHHHH!!!" Jasmine screamed out in orgasm several minutes of mind-blowing sex later. She strained against her cuffs as Ty kept whipping her ass and thighs with the end of her leash. Less than a minute later, Jasmine felt him tense, then erupt with his own orgasm.

"Damn baby . . . that was awesome," Ty said as he dropped his head back against the top of the couch.

Jasmine leaned forward onto him, pressing her B-cup breasts into his muscular chest, and laying her head on his broad shoulder.

"Awesome," she agreed contently. She was still impaled on his now-softening cock.

After resting a few long moments, Ty lifted her off his lap. His dick slid out of her pussy with a 'plop.' Jasmine swung around, and lay down on the couch. Her cuffed hands were underneath her, pressing into the cushion. Her toned legs were draped over his powerful thighs, with her calves and six-inch heels hanging off the other side. Ty smiled at her, then slapped her thigh, pushed her legs off his, and climbed to his feet.

"I'm gonna take a shower," he told her as he headed towards her bedroom, and the bathroom.

Jasmine was distracted by his muscular backside walking away from her, so it took her a moment to realize he wasn't uncuffing her.

"Hey! What about me?" she asked, rolling halfway over to display her cuffed wrists.

"Don't go anywhere," he replied with an evil grin as he disappeared into her bedroom.

Jasmine let out a groan of frustration as she flopped back down on the couch. She tried to slip out of the cuffs again, but it was hopeless. She was stuck. Unless she had the key . . .

Jasmine sat up, and began looking around for the handcuff key, hoping Ty had left it on the coffee table or something. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Jasmine either had to squat down low enough to reach his jeans-which were now on the floor-or crawl around on her knees.

She spent several minutes awkwardly searching for the key before giving up. As she stood up, she found out the hard way-by jerking her neck-that she had stepped on her leash. Finally gave up, grabbed the remote off her coffee table, and plopped back down on her couch.

Jasmine had to twist her cuffed hands to her side to change the channel. Her leash fell between her bare breasts. A few moments later she rolled over and lay on her stomach, with the remote in her cuffed hands on her back. That position was a little more comfortable.

Luckily Ty didn't take very long in the shower. Less than ten minutes after leaving-although it seemed longer to the cuffed and collared Asian-he emerged from her bedroom, and the adjoining bathroom.

"Miss me?" Ty asked with a grin as he strutted towards her. He was still stark naked, and damp from his shower.

Jasmine stared at him a few moments. "Asshole," she replied in mock anger.

When he got close enough, she kicked at him about half-strength. As she expected, he easily caught her foot.

Ty pulled her towards him as he put one knee on the couch. Grinning playfully, he rolled her over onto her back, and straddled her hips. Then he started tickling her.

Jasmine pleaded with him to stop as she laughed nearly uncontrollably. He responded with his own laughter, and kept tickling her as she tried to squirm away. Finally he stopped, and leaned down over her while keeping his weight off her. Jasmine's laughter turned to a contented smile as he kissed her softly on the lips. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as her lips parted. Suddenly, she broke out in giggles as he tickled her again.

"Asshole," Jasmine said a second time once he stopped, and she stopped giggling. Then she quickly lifted her head and shoulders and kissed him again.

While keeping his lips on hers, Ty grabbed Jasmine's leash, and pulled her to her feet as he got up. Several seconds later, he broke the kiss, then leaned down and picked up his boxers off the floor. Jasmine moved around a bit and flexed in her cuffs while she watched Ty get dressed.

"Now will you uncuff me?" she asked when he finished. She turned away from him, and stretched her cuffed wrists towards him.

"Sure babe," Ty responded cheerfully as he stepped towards her, pulling the key out of his pocket.

Jasmine was sure she had checked all of his pockets for it while he was in the shower.

"All you had to do was ask," he said as he inserted the key into the cuff.

Jasmine looked back and rolled her eyes at him as he released her. Once both cuffs were off, she rubbed her sore wrists. She suspected there would be red marks there for a couple of days.

"See ya tomorrow, baby," Ty said as he pulled her by her leash to him for another kiss. A few seconds later, he broke the kiss, and headed towards the door.

"Bye," she said as he left.

Jasmine followed him to the door, and locked it after he left. Then she took off her leash, and tossed it on her couch as she headed for her bathroom. Her collar landed on her bed as she passed it. She went into her bathroom, took off her heels and earrings, then turned on the shower. She was still wearing her bangles when she climbed in. After her shower, Jasmine wore them to bed as well, along with her nylon collar.

The next morning Jasmine found noticeable marks on both her wrists from the handcuffs, as she had expected. As she got ready, she realized that her new black armlets would hide the marks. The armlets had a small hole for her thumb near one end to hold it in place. The other end went up to the tops of her biceps.

Jasmine slid twenty silver bracelets on each wrist over the armlets. She also wore a Panthers crop top, and a black denim mini with a silver studded belt. Her black ankle boots with silver platforms and six-inch heels completed her outfit.

Jasmine picked up a latte on the way to her first class. After class, she called Vinnie, and told him that her Dad had warned her again about spending money on clothes and stuff. She also told him that she still wanted to look her best for Ty. Vinnie was sympathetic, and told her that he would talk to Ty. He also suggested that she get her own credit card.

That Saturday, the Panthers were on the road again. Jasmine watched the game in her apartment while doing classwork. The Panthers won, and Ty finished with a hundred and six yards rushing, with one touchdown. Since the game was in the early afternoon, and only a couple hours away from campus, the team was still able to throw their Saturday night post-game party.

For the party, Jasmine wore her silver sandals with six-inch clear platforms and heels, her spandex hot pants with PANTHERS written on the ass in silver letters, and her skimpiest, tightest Panthers jersey with Ty's number two on it. She slid twenty shiny silver bangles onto each wrist, with matching hoop earrings in her ears. Jasmine buckled a silver leather belt low on her hips, just for decoration. Her spiked leather collar went around her neck.

Jasmine spent extra time on her make-up and hair. She wanted to look her best for Ty. She put a coat of glistening lip gloss over her red lipstick. Then Jasmine spread a little shimmering glitter gel on her shoulders, as well as across her belly, and a few drops down her inner thighs. She also put some glitter gel around her eyes, including on her eye lids.

Once she was finished, Jasmine checked herself out in her mirror, and made sure she looked perfect. Then she went out into her living room, where Ty was waiting on her.

"Damn baby," Ty said with a smile as he climbed to his feet. "You look fine!"

"Thanks," Jasmine said as she stepped into his arms and gave him a long, sensual kiss. She glanced at the TV, and saw that he was watching highlights from the Panthers game. That reminded her of something she wanted to ask him about.

"Ty, when I was watching the game, and I was wondering, why did the other team always have like three or four receiver guys, while we usually had two, or just one?"

Ty chuckled as he squeezed her ass. "Because they run a spread offense, and we have a pro-style offense," he explained as he cut off the television.

Jasmine frowned in confusion as they headed towards the door. "What's a spread offense?" she asked. "And a pro-style?"

Ty chuckled again as they walked out onto the second floor landing. "A spread offense is when they try to spread the field out from side-to-side, to create more space. A pro-style offense emphasizes ball-control and more short passes."

Jasmine still didn't quite understand what he was talking about. "Which one's better?" she asked as she followed him to his Camaro.

"Well, either can work, but they use a pro-style in the pros, and so do we, and since we won, I'd say pro-style," Ty said as he helped her into the car.

"Okay," Jasmine replied, still not really understanding.

Once they arrived at the party, Ty produced Jasmine's leash, and attached it to her collar. She was a little embarrassed at being led in on a leash, but a few words from Ty convinced her to go along with it.

Jasmine was curious how many collars she would see at the party this week since she had worn hers last week. A few minutes after they went in she had spotted half-a-dozen spiked leather collars like the one she was wearing. Not all of them were around the necks of co-eds either. Jasmine spotted one of the team's back up cornerbacks wearing one as well.

Everyone loved Jasmine's outfit, and leash. After she and Ty hung out awhile and danced a bit, Ty found an empty spot on one of the couches. Jasmine happily slid down into his lap. Almost as soon as she settled into place, Jasmine glanced down to see Ty pulling a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket.

"Ty!" Jasmine said in surprise. "Seriously?" She also felt a small twinge of arousal at the familiar sight of the steel bracelets.

"Yeah babe," Ty said as reached for her wrist. "It'll be fun."

Jasmine held her breath as he ratcheted the cuff closed around her wrist, between her hand and bracelets. Ty quickly took her other hand, and cuffed it as well. Then he guided her hands behind his head, like he had done the other night at her apartment.

Jasmine glanced around, then leaned in and gave him a long, sultry kiss. She twisted her body and swung her leg around, straddling him as she continued making out with him. Jasmine felt Ty's strong hands on her hips, then slowly move up her sides. His thumbs slid under her top, and gently rubbed her nipples.

When Jasmine came up for air, she saw that there was a small audience around them. They were far more interested in the handcuffs on her wrists than her and Ty making out though. The couple next to them were in the same position, and doing the same thing. Quite a few people wanted a closer look at the shiny cuffs.

Ty was only too happy to show them-the girls at least-the handcuffs, even while they were still around Jasmine's wrists. He even cuffed her behind her back, allegedly to show everyone how they worked.

Jasmine felt embarrassed, a little vulnerable, and aroused with her hands cuffed behind her back while everyone was paying so much attention to her. Still, she posed as best she could for her admirers to see. Luckily Ty was by her side protecting her while he was showing off the handcuffs around her wrists. When the girlfriend of one of the linebackers wanted to try the cuffs on, Ty happily agreed.

Ty freed Jasmine, then handcuffed the tall African American girl. Her boyfriend, Josh, was looking on with a smile. A few minutes later another coed wanted to try them on. Jasmine was a little surprised to feel a pang of jealousy as she watched Ty cuff and flirt with the other girls. She had only been with him a few weeks, but she already felt close to him. Jasmine was still having fun though. As long as Ty was happy, she was too.

After Jasmine, and the first couple of girls, more seemed to feel comfortable enough to ask to try the handcuffs on. Ty spent the next hour or so handcuffing various girls at the party, both in front and behind their backs. Jasmine stayed close by, and watched how they reacted. Ty even let her cuff a couple of the girls, and the few guys that wanted to try.

Eventually the girls' dates started dragging them away. Jasmine saw several couples disappear up the stairs, probably to one of the bedrooms that the football team used to bed their conquests.

Once there weren't any more attractive coeds willing to be restrained, Ty handcuffed Jasmine again, behind her back. Jasmine was a little nervous when he led her outside by her leash. When he opened the car door Jasmine tried to talk him into taking off the cuffs-or at least moving them in front of her-but Ty just ignored her.

He did take off her leash, and turned her collar around so PANTHERS was in the front. Then he gave her another long, slow kiss as he buckled her seat belt for her. Jasmine sat helplessly as Ty put down the convertible top, then drove away.

As they drove through campus and town, there were still a lot of people out celebrating the Panther's victory. A lot of them recognized Ty. Jasmine knew that quite a few of them noticed her collar as they drove by. She wondered what they would think if they knew she was handcuffed too.

When they arrived at Jasmine's apartment building, Ty unlocked her cuffs, and slid them into his pocket. Jasmine rubbed her sore wrists as he helped her out of his car. He wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her towards the building.

Once they entered her apartment, Ty replaced her leash, and led her to her bedroom. As he undressed, Jasmine pulled down her hot pants and thong, then stripped off her crop top.

Less than a minute later, Jasmine was only wearing her collar, leather belt, bangle bracelets, and silver sandals with clear six-inch platforms and heels. Ty tossed his own clothes onto the floor, then climbed onto the bed with her. He brought the handcuffs with him. Jasmine smiled seductively as she held her wrists out towards him.

Ty cuffed her hands behind her back again. Then Jasmine found herself on her knees, with her head, breasts and shoulders pressing into the mattress, and her ass and pussy sticking up for Ty. She felt Ty tie her leash to the chain of her handcuffs, just like he liked to tie her hands behind her back with the leash.

Jasmine moaned out in ecstasy as he plunged into her wet pussy from behind. At the same time, she felt him pull back on her leash, so he could fuck her even deeper. She screamed again as he began pistoning in and out of her while pulling against her collar. After a few thrusts, he started spanking her as well.


Chapter 5 (added: 2012/05/01)

The next day Jasmine went to the booster party with Ty. As usual, she saw him pocket quite a bit of cash. She was a little surprised when Vinnie passed her a couple of twenties, but she just thanked him and tucked them into her bra with a smile. After the party, Ty gave her a couple more. She thanked him with long, sexy kiss. When they got back to her apartment, she thanked him again, with hot, steamy sex.

A couple of days later, Jasmine's new credit card arrived. Since she was a college student with no income, she only had a thousand dollar limit on it. Since she was a college student with no income, Jasmine wondered why they had given her a thousand dollar credit limit at all.

The credit card helped, but Jasmine knew it wouldn't be enough to keep spending as much money on clothes and stuff as she had been. She'd have to be careful too, since she didn't have any money except what Ty and her parents gave her.

Jasmine was still busy most all the time keeping up with her own work, doing quite a bit of Ty's, and just spending time with him-which mostly meant having sex. Pretty much everyone had gotten used to her sexy clothes, blonde hair, towering heels, and wrists full of bracelets. Jasmine used some of the cash that Vinnie and Ty had given her to buy some more armlets and gloves. Ty liked them, and they hid the handcuff marks on her wrists that were getting more and more common.

The next week the Panthers played a late home game. It was chilly, so Jasmine wore a pair of thick black tights under her denim mini, a Panthers shirt, a pair of black arm socks, and a half-dozen bangles on each wrist. She also had to wear her Panthers jacket.

Even though Jasmine had gotten used to walking around campus in towering stiletto heels, game day was a different story. She knew she would have to walk a long way to the stadium, then a while more to her seat. Jasmine pulled on a pair of comfortable ankle boots with chunky heels several inches high.

Before he left, Ty had asked Jasmine to wear her spiked leather collar to the game. Since she normally went to the game with several of the players' girlfriends, she agreed.

Once she got to the gate though, the security guards told her that she couldn't bring the spiked collar in, because it could be used as a weapon. Jasmine was a little disappointed she wouldn't be able to wear her collar to the game for Ty. She was really dejected at having to walk like half-a-mile back to her car, then another half-mile back to the stadium though.

Jasmine joined her friends in the student section several minutes into the game, and cheered the team-and her man-on. The other team was supposed to have a great rush defense. The Panther's starting running back, Michael Brown, finished with eighty-nine yards rushing. Ty only managed thirty-four. Still, the Panthers won by ten points.

After the game, Jasmine went to the team party with Ty. She wore her spiked Panthers collar, and changed into her glossy black ankle boots with six-inch platform heels. Jasmine explained to Ty what happened at the security gate.

"Well, I guess we'll have to get you another collar, without spikes," he suggested with a smile as he tugged on her leash. "Maybe a steel one."

Jasmine imagined a steel collar locked around her neck. For some reason she was crawling towards Ty in the image. "Cool," she replied after a moment.

When they went into the house, Ty quickly cuffed Jasmine's hands in front of her. As they joined the party, Jasmine saw that there were a few sets of handcuffs around, as well as a few more collars than the week before.

Just like the previous week, Jasmine spent the evening with Ty holding her leash. She was handcuffed most of the time as well. Jasmine loved partying with Ty and the Panthers. After a while, Ty led Jasmine upstairs, to one of the bedrooms that the team used for sex. That surprised her a little, as Ty usually took her to her apartment to have sex.

Ty unlocked one of Jasmine's wrists long enough for her to strip off her top as they climbed onto the bed. She was still wearing her collar, leash, bangles, and heels. Suddenly Ty took Jasmine's wrist, and snapped the open cuff to the metal bed post. Jasmine stared at her cuffed wrist in confusion. Then she felt Ty snap another cuff around her free wrist, and pull it towards the opposite bed post.

It took Jasmine a moment to realize what Ty was doing. That was long enough for him to stretch her free arm out, and snap the cuff to the bed post.

Seconds later Jasmine was moaning out in ecstasy as Ty fucked her. She had her spiked heels crossed behind his hips, and was pulling hard against her cuffs with every one of his powerful thrusts. Neither the cuffs nor the bed posts showed any signs of giving.

A few days later, Jasmine went back to talk to Vinnie again. She had just been to the salon to get a few touch-ups. She had also bought a new baby-doll and pair of heels at the mall that she was sure Ty would like her in.

"What can I do for you, Jasmine?" Vinnie asked her with a friendly smile, eying her breasts in her tiny tank top.

Jasmine stood up and began pacing in front of his desk in her six-inch heels and bouncy mini-dress. "Look Vinnie, I want to keep Ty happy and all, but I'm just spending too much money on clothes and shoes and stuff." She glanced at her freshly manicured finger nails before continuing. "And I'm barely getting any sleep doing his school work for him on top of my own work."

When Vinnie didn't respond immediately, Jasmine glanced over, and saw that he was staring at her legs. She stopped pacing, and put a hand on her hip. Her bracelets clinked against each other as they slid down her wrist. "Vinnie," she called with a hint of annoyance-and a little amused excitement. She couldn't really blame him. Men just couldn't keep their eyes off her these days.

"Oh, sorry," Vinnie said, quickly looking away from her toned thighs and to her face. "Jasmine, I promise, no one wants you to go broke looking so, um. . . amazing for Ty," he said, his eyes again trailing down the expanse of exposed skin between the hem of her mini-dress and strappy heels. He finally tore his eyes away, and hit a few keys on his keyboard. "And I'll talk to Ty for you," he added, glancing up from the computer screen. "You don't have to get him an A in every class, Jasmine. That might even draw the wrong sort of attention, if you know what I mean."

Jasmine found herself lost in Vinnie's eyes, like she always did. "Oh," she replied in mild surprise. "I hadn't thought about that. I'm soooo sorry," she said apologetically. "I just thought that Ty would want to make A's in everything," Jasmine said with a shrug as she sat down in the chair in front of Vinnie's desk.

"Don't worry about it," Vinnie replied with a friendly smile. "You've been doing great. I couldn't be happier with how much you've done for Ty." He paused, and reached into his back pocket. "As matter of fact, here's sixty bucks to help you out."

"Thanks," Jasmine said cheerfully as she tucked the bills underneath her dress's built-in bra. "My parents would kill me if they knew I'd gotten my hair bleached," she added absently.

Jasmine wondered what she would do about Christmas break. Luckily she wasn't expected home for Thanksgiving.

"Well, you look great as a blonde," Vinnie told her. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you, what's your major?"

"Pre-law," Jasmine answered, flipping back her hair. "And I'm graduating a year early, this spring."

"Good for you," Vinnie told her, shifting in his seat in obvious discomfort. "I'm sorry to have to cut this short, but I've got some, um . . . stuff to do," he said.

"Oh, no problem," Jasmine replied cheerfully, climbing to her feet. "Thanks for your help."

"My pleasure," Vinnie said as she reached the door. "Hey, can you ask Kelly to step in here for me a minute?"

"Sure," Jasmine answered with a smile.

Jasmine walked out into Vinnie's small reception area, leaving the door cracked a little. "Vinnie needs you," she told Kelly.

Kelly glanced at the open door. "Probably to take some dictation," she replied with a smile.

Jasmine watched Kelly check her make-up and hair. As Kelly stepped into Vinnie's office, Jasmine walked out of the reception area. Just before she closed the outer door, she listened, and heard the distinct sound of Vinnie moaning. Jasmine smiled softly to herself, closed the door, and left.

That night Jasmine wore her new red baby-doll, with a matching g-string, garter belt, stockings, and heels for Ty. Needless to say, he loved it. She was also wearing some red bangle bracelets, matching hoop earrings, and a red leather collar she had gotten. Ty added a pair of handcuffs behind her back, and led her into her bedroom.

Nearly two hours later, Jasmine was still handcuffed behind her back on her bed, and thoroughly fucked. Ty was in her shower. When he came out, he kissed her again, then finally uncuffed her, and left.

The next morning Jasmine wore pair of black and white striped fingerless gloves to cover the marks from Ty's handcuffs. The gloves stopped a few inches past her wrists. She added a half-dozen bracelets, alternating in black and white to match her gloves.

Just before she left, Jasmine decided to her wear her spiked leather Panthers collar to class. Ty would love it when they met for lunch. Jasmine checked herself out in her mirror. From head-to-toe, she looked dynamite.

By now Jasmine's classmates were used to her wearing her risqué outfits to class. Still, they couldn't help but notice her two-inch-wide spiked leather collar with PANTHERS written on it in big silver letters. Most of the guys liked it, as they liked all of her outfits the past several weeks.

After her morning class, Jasmine met Ty at the cafeteria. As she had expected, he loved it. Especially that she was wearing her collar for him.

The next Saturday, Jasmine wore her nylon collar to the homecoming game. From the start it was obvious the Panthers were a much stronger team than their opponents. Ty played at the end of the second quarter, and most of the second half. The Panthers were so far ahead that the third string running back actually played the last several minutes of the game. Ty finished with one hundred and twenty-one yards rushing, and two touchdowns.

After the game, Jasmine went to the team party with Ty. She changed to her spiked leather collar, and re-did her make-up and hair. She also changed into her platform ankle boots with six-inch stiletto heels. Just like the previous weeks, Ty kept Jasmine on her leash most of the party.

When Jasmine got out of class Monday morning, she had like half-a-dozen calls from her dad, and several more from her mom. She called her dad back, to see if anything was wrong. She was greeted by rapid-fire Japanese.

Apparently he had checked her credit, and discovered her credit card. Worse yet, he had found out about Ty's Camaro that was in her name. He spent a few minutes yelling at her in a mixture of Japanese, Korean, and English, then announced that he and her mom were coming to see her.

Jasmine immediately called Vinnie, and frantically told him what was going on. First he told her to calm down. Then he asked her how her dad had checked her credit. Jasmine explained that he was a bank manager. She also told Vinnie that her mom was a lawyer. Vinnie told her that he'd talk to her parents when they arrived, and get them to understand things.

Jasmine wasn't quite sure if he could get her parents to chill about the Camaro, but she knew Vinnie could be very persuasive. She called Ty, and told him what was going on. He was worried, but glad she had called Vinnie first. Ty told her to let him know if she needed him to do anything for her.

Jasmine spent the next couple of hours worrying about what her parents were going to do to her. As she cleaned her apartment-another task she had been neglecting lately-she glanced at herself in her mirror, and realized she would have to do something about her bleach blonde hair too.

When Vinnie showed up Jasmine was wearing a pair of comfortable gray Panthers sweat pants and matching hoodie. Her hair was hidden underneath the hood, and a Panthers hat. A while later, Jasmine's parents arrived.

They were both still obviously upset about the Camaro and her credit card. They were also upset that Jasmine had an older male guest.

Vinnie quickly started trying to calm them down, and explained how Jasmine was tutoring Ty Ross, a star freshman football player. When they demanded to see the Camaro, Vinnie just told them again to relax, and that he would explain everything. To Jasmine's surprise, they did-at least mostly.

When Vinnie told them that Jasmine was in fact dating Ty, her parents didn't even get too upset. She wondered if they realized he was black. They had always sort of looked down on African Americans.

In spite of their initial wariness, Jasmine's parents soon relaxed, and even grew somewhat friendly towards Vinnie. Jasmine noticed he really didn't explain the Camaro, except to tell them not to worry about it. Jasmine also used the opportunity to pull down her hood, and reveal her blonde hair. Thanks to Vinnie and his captivating eyes, they barely raised an eyebrow.

After chatting with Vinnie a bit, Jasmine's parents apologized for worrying about her so much. They even told her they were fine with her dating a football player, and dyeing her hair blonde. Finally Jasmine and Vinnie walked them out to their car. Vinnie complimented her parents on their two year old black Lexus, and pointed out his own silver one a few spaces away. Jasmine's dad and Vinnie talked about how much they loved their cars a couple of minutes, then Jasmine's parents left.

Once her parents and Vinnie left, Jasmine went back into her apartment and changed. Ty would be coming over soon.

When he arrived, Jasmine greeted him in her spiked collar, some bangles, and glossy black six-inch heels. She was lying on her couch, with her leash between her tits. Vinnie pulled out his handcuffs and took her into her bedroom. The sex was fantastic, as usual.

The next week, the Panthers went on the road, and played their arch-rival. Jasmine did her best to cheer Ty and the Panthers on from her apartment. If the Panthers won, they could still make the National Championship game. In the end however, the Panthers lost by two points.

The Panthers still went to their conference title game, against the team they had lost against earlier in the year. The Panthers lost again. They still made it to the Bayou Bowl though, which they won.

Like most football players, Ty took more classes in the spring than he had in the fall. That meant that Jasmine had to do even more of Ty's work for him. On Vinnie's advice, Jasmine postponed graduating a year early. That allowed her to stay and help Ty. Her parents were upset, but Vinnie was able to get them to calm down, and accept her decision.

The following year, Ty was the starting running back, as Michael Brown, the starter the previous year, had gone to the pros. Ty's back-up this year was a senior. They also shared carries with another highly-recruited freshman running back named Steven Blackmon, who was almost as good as Ty was his freshman year. Thanks to Vinnie, the Panthers had another number-one-ranked recruiting class to help Ty out, including Steven.

With three straight top recruiting classes, and their starting quarterback Chad Rogers returning along with Ty, the Panthers went undefeated, and won the National Championship. Ty finished with thirteen hundred seventy-seven yards rushing, and sixteen touchdowns.

During her senior year, Jasmine decided to postpone law school all together, mostly to stay with Ty. Vinnie got her a job as a secretary in the school's athletic department. Most of the job consisted of answering the phone and being eye-candy, but they paid her good, and let her do Ty's schoolwork at her desk.

Ty's junior year, he finished with over fifteen hundred yards rushing, and twenty-one touchdowns. With another top recruiting class-thanks to Vinnie-the Panthers won back-to-back National Titles. Days after the national championship game, Ty announced he was leaving school early, and going pro. A few months later, he was selected number two in the draft. Jasmine attended the draft with him, and was thrilled when his name was called.

Jasmine never did make it to law school. The summer after the draft, she married Ty. With his massive multimillion dollar contract, she just kept herself looking sexy for her man. They continued to enjoy bondage play, and Jasmine spent many days lounging by the pool wearing a custom made titanium collar with matching wrist and ankle cuffs.