"I do not recall any resume having someone's sexual fetishes listed," Vera countered, "The only person who knows of your submissive fetish is the one you obey in the first place. So unless you intend on writing this as a quality you have in your resume, I fail to see how any employer will know of your sex life. Unless you decide to go into the porn industry, no employer should be asking you such personal questions in the first place."

"Girls like you? What does that even mean, Ms. Sterling," the Head Girl brushed her long silver hair back behind her shoulder, "You do not even know who you are. As for hiring you, I already stated my expectations. I already know of your fetish and I know you are naturally submissive despite the front of your supposed desire to be on top. As long as that submissiveness does not make you incapable of making your own decisions, I see an obedient employee who does not hesitate to obey my commands. I am certain any employer would love to have someone as loyal and obedient as you are right now."

"There is nothing wrong with being a follower. A leader requires followers to succeed," she said as she reached over and stroked Tiffany's long blonde hair, "You said it yourself before. You love me and love to obey me. If you are doing what you love, then nothing else matters. Why care what others think? Why try to please strangers who do not matter in your world?"

At first, Tiffany tensed at the feel of Vera's hand on her head as if startled, but then the blonde student shivered and craned her neck upwards, trying to lean into the head girl's touch. A soft moan, almost like a purr escaped her lips as Vera stroked her hair.

"...ooohhhhh... mmmmmmmm..."

Vera's words poured into her ears and over her mind like silk... soft and smooth and comfortable...

Yes... why had she been so ashamed? Didn't this feel good? And Vera didn't seem to think it was so wrong for her to feel this way... After all, why should Tiffany care what anyone else might think if Vera didn't mind... or even more importantly, found value in such devotion?

"I'm... ooohhhhh... sorry, Ms. Matsumoto. I don't know why I.... mmmmmmm.... thought that the way I was feeling was so... aaahhhhh... wrong before..."

Tiffany's words were broken by little moans and sighs of pleasure that came with each stroke of Vera's hand. She leaned forward, brushing her hair and face lightly against the head girl's leg... similar to Vera's earlier thought, much like an affectionate stray cat...

"Focus, Ms. Sterling," Vera said as she gripped the woman's hair tightly for just a moment, "Do you remember what you promised me? You will be a good student. For that to happen, you need to be able to attend class without crawling to my door every morning. Until we have a suitable course of action to resolve this, you will not be able to continue improving. I know you want to meet my expectations in order to work under me."

"You have already stated why you thought that way," the silver haired woman continued, "You were thinking of what others would think if they ever found out about your little fetish. Perhaps somewhere in your past you were led to believe in what was consider proper behavior for a woman. What is important is what you think of this now? Do you still wish to be in the film industry? Does this new found passion change this goal in anyway? What do you desire to do with your life? What are you going to do to get there? These questions have to be answered in order for you to take steps forward, Ms. Sterling. No matter your occupation, I expect you to strive towards excellence. Anything short of that is failing to meet your potential and disappointing."

It seems the students was calming down again. Thankfully, it was not difficult to get this one to listen. Now, it was just a matter of applying lessons that are effective and stick with Tiffany. Neither of them could afford skipping every morning to indulge in Tiffany's wanton desires.

Tiffany snapped back into the "correct" position as Vera told her to focus and tightened her grip on Tiffany's hair.

Focus... yes, she just needed to focus...

That frustrating level of arousal still burned beneath the surface of her thoughts... like the smouldering coals of a campfire that had just started to burn out... dim and low, but still intensely hot... ready to burst into flame again the minute more fuel was thrown on top...

But it was easier to focus while Vera was speaking. Not exactly easy, but EASIER...

"Yes, Ms. Matsumoto. My... my career goals haven't changed. I will continue to try and be a good student. And... I feel... better... about everything else. I... I guess it was just like you said. Somewhere down the line, it got in my head that the way I was feeling... was... well, you know. I'll... I'll go now if you want, Ms. Matsumoto. I don't want to... but I know how busy you are. And... I think... I think I can control myself a little better now that I'm not so... so conflicted. I know I can't just... just show up here every couple of weeks and bother you. It's just that the only other way I can get your attention is to... to be bad... in need of correction... and I don't want to displease you Ms. Matsumoto..."

The grip tightened once more. Tiffany felt her hair pulled back, forcing her gaze to lift. "Have I said you could leave, Ms. Sterling?" Vera asked, "If I want you to leave, I will command you to do so. I will not repeat myself again. This is the second time you have come up this tower in this state. You will not leave until I am satisfied that this matter has been resolved completely. If you have time to think about leaving, you have time to think about improving yourself."

"And if you are doing this on purpose for my attention," she stated coldly, "I can assure you, you will not enjoy the attention you receive."

"Now then..." The Head Girl released the student's hair and leaned back in her seat. She gazed down at Tiffany for a moment. "It seems you are still very frustrated. You claimed you could not stimulate yourself before. This will not do. If you require relief, you should be able to do so on your own without my touch. You should be thorough, ensuring that your head is clear and ready to learn upon arriving to class."

Vera's hands folded on her lap as her legs remained crossed. "I cannot possibly let you go unless I am certain you can perform this task on your own," she said calmly, "So, you will do so. Here and now. Use any methods that you feel could be done in the privacy of your own dorm room. You will not stop until you cannot go any longer. If anyone enters this suite, you will ignore them and continue pleasuring yourself until all that tension has left your aching body. Think and fantasize of whatever you like. You may strip if that is necessary as well. I will not consider it a uniform violation in this situation."

Tiffany didn't NEED to strip... she had been been frustratingly close to climaxing since she woke up this morning. And what Vera was asking her to do would not take long in her current state. Still kneeling, Tiffany decided to remove her skirt, just to get it out of the way. She slid the short garment down over her hips, then reached back to drag it off over her ankles.

Keeping her eyes on Vera, Tiffany's right hand slid downwards over her tummy and slipped beneath the edge of her panties. Her fingers moved up and down between the heated folds of her tight, pink labia, gathering the slippery nectar of her desperate arousal until her fingers were slick and wet...

"Mmmmmm.... ooohhhhh...."

As Tiffany watched the head girl watching her, she wondered, not for the first time, if Vera actually felt any attraction to her at all. The snowy-maned student watched her with a look that was more like a clinical evaluation than one of any real sexual heat or hunger.

Tiffany's fingers slid upwards, finding the swollen, aching nub of her inflamed clit. Her fingers began to rub and circle the throbbing pleasure button until her breathing quickened into ragged gasps. She was so close...

"...ooohhhhhh.... hhhnnhhh.... aaahhhh.... aahhhhhh...."

Tiffany had been trying to stay focused on Vera, wanting to gauge her reaction to what she was doing... wanting to please the head girl... but her concentration was failing. Her body trembled with her building pleasure, her soft lustful moans growing louder and longer as she passed the point of no return. Her fingers began to move faster... harder...

"...aaahhhh.... OOOHHHHhhhhh.... UUNNNHHH! AAHHH... AAHHHH... AAHHHH..."

Tiffany's other hand moved between her legs and pulled her panties to the side, openly displaying herself for the head girl. She didn't know if Vera wanted to see that much of her or not, but she didn't want to disappoint her if she did. Her quivering body hurtled toward that dark edge of sexual oblivion...

"Ooohhhh! Ohhhh g-god... AAAHHH! ...g-gonna cum... gonna cum... HHHHUUUNNNHHHH! AAAAHHHHHNNNN! OOHHHHHHHHHH... HHHHHNNNNNNnnnnnhhhh...."

The blonde student shuddered violently into orgasm, her back arching and her hips writhing, until she collapsed to the floor shaking and moaning and barely conscious...

Calm and calculated, this woman's resolve could not be questioned. This Head Girl had ordered a student to masturbate right in front of her without breaking her stolid expression. As always, Vera would not give away what she was thinking or feeling unless she felt it necessary.

Given free reign to perform this lewd act, Tiffany was more than eager to strip off her skirt and immediately begin rubbing her aching pearl. The blonde woman even pulled aside her panties to show the work she was performing. The student did not last long as it seemed a small nudge was all that was required to get those flood gates opening. Vera watched the event unfold before her. She watched as the student's body was wracked with rapture to the point of collapsing on to the floor.

"So you can do it without my aid," Vera stated calmly as she rose to her feet, "But, have you truly dealt with all that tension and need in your system? What were thinking about when you were pleasuring yourself? What are you thinking about now?"

The silver haired beauty knelt beside the trembling student. Her fingers wrapped around the woman's panties and yanked them upwards, causing the soaked fabric to saw between the woman's netherlips. "These are soiled, they need to be removed," Vera stated as she casually yanked the undergarment down Tiffany's thighs. The Head Girl's fingertips traced those juicy netherlips up and down. Two fingers would twist together before drilling them into those still tender depths. Vera relentlessly drilled her fingers into the blonde student. Her fingers would untwist and retwist inside the woman while her thumb pressed firmly over that helpless clitoris.

Vera showed no mercy, thrusting through the woman's wails and orgasms until the poor woman was completely spent.

Tiffany thought that if she could just get over that edge, if she could just release that sexual tension that was driving her insane all day, that she would be ok. Back to normal.

She was wrong.

The force of her climax had been thermonuclear in magnitude. She had nearly orgasmed herself unconscious. She was still shaking and trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps between soft shuddery moans as Vera got up and approached her. The head girl was talking... asking about what she had thought about and what she was thinking about now... and Tiffany was trying to catch her breath enough to form a response when the head girl pulled at her panties, yanking the drenched cloth upward, tight and hard against her crotch.

"AAAHHH!"

Tiffany's dripping sex was still quivering and sensitive with orgasmic aftershocks and the soaked fabric pulling between her glistening pink folds and pushing hard against her aching clit made her cry out in shocked surprise.

The head girl said something about her undergarment being soiled and then pulled her underwear down her thighs and off over her ankles.

"Ms. Matsumoto...wh-wha... Ohh! Hhhhnnnhhhh..."

Tiffany shuddered and moaned as Vera's fingers began to trace slowly up and down along her swollen netherlips.

"UUNNNhhhh! Oohhhh..."

Tiffany gasped when the head girl's fingers plunged deep and hard between those soft, pink lips and thrust into the slick, wet heat beneath.

It wasn't like last time. Vera's fingers had moved almost teasingly slow then, gently coaxing her body to the edge and then holding her there until the head girl decided to finally allow Tiffany to cross the threshold of ecstasy.

This time she was more insistent. Her fingers thrust steadily in and out... constantly twining together and apart inside her as they moved... sliding around and over and across every inch of her clenching inner walls. Tiffany cried out as Vera's thumb joined the fray, pressing and rubbing against the swollen, throbbing pleasure button of her clit.

"Hhhhuuunnnhhh! Oohhhh... aahhh... aahhhh.. aaahhhhh..."

Vera's skillful fingers would not be denied. The speed at which she drove the moaning blonde student's body back toward the brink of orgasm was almost terrifying. Tiffany was dizzy from the waves of erotic agony wracking her body. She could hear Vera's fingers making wet squelching sounds as they pistoned in and out of her hot, clenching, slippery wet sex.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNN! HHHHHUUUUNNNHHHHHHhhhhhhhnnnnnn...."

Tiffany 's back arched sharply, her eyes rolling back as she came again... HARD... her orgasmic spasms so powerful, it was as if every cell of her body was vibrating at high frequency.

Vera's thumb and fingers seemed unaware that the moaning, writhing blonde student was cumming... they continued to press and rub and thrust and twine...

Vera was relentless. She watched as that aura flared and burst like an exploding star. With just three fingers, this silver woman was dragging this shuddering woman down into the very depths of this blissful abyss. She felt those soft pink walls cling desperately to her curling fingers. Knuckles and digits dug against he clenching depths while her fingertips probed for those sweet spots. Vera's thumb pressed and ground against the woman's pearl as those hips jolt and shuddered.

"Already on your second?" the Head Girl stated nonchalantly, "I can feel you clit throbbing under my thumb. Your insides are trying to pull my fingers in deeper. You may not understand a word I am saying but, you do hear me."

The silver haired beauty methodically assaulted the student's quaking sex. She observed the woman's wonderful reactions and listened to the sweet music escaping her moaning lips. Vera watched the woman's aura. Her fingers did not stop as that aura flared up once more. Only this time, her fingers did slow. They untwist inside Tiffany and drag every so slowly across the woman's pulsing g-spot. Her thumb continued its firm circles, feeling that pearl jump and jolt beneath her touch. The motions became slower as those two fingers began to slide out of those juicy depths. Her thumb dragged away from the helpless bundle of nerves until her touch left the student.

Her hand soaked with Tiffany's love juices, Vera drifted her hand over the woman's face. Drops of the student's shame would drip down onto the woman's features. Glistening fingers fell lower, coming closer and closer to the student's face. She traced those fluids along the blonde woman's cheeks and her jawline. Juicy fingertips traced along Tiffany's pouting lips.

The fingers pressed further, seeking entry into those moaning lips. Vera would leave them in the woman's mouth. Both women knew what they wanted to happen. The Head Girl would wait patiently for Tiffany to clean those fingers off before withdrawing them with a soft wet pop. She caressed the woman's cheek, watching to see how the pent up woman would react to being denied another orgasm.

Even after Vera pulled her hand away, Tiffany's hips continued to writhe and grind against the empty space left behind by the head girl's fingers. Vera had slowed her pace before withdrawing, but not before her fingers had drug across that tingling, sensitive spot deep inside her that sent jolts of pleasure arcing through every nerve of her trembling flesh like a white-hot thunderbolt. All the while, her thumb rubbing in a tight circular motion against her throbbing clit...

Vera had driven Tiffany's body into state of arousal and lust beyond anything the moaning blonde had ever experienced before. Even after two intensely powerful orgasms in rapid succession, she was already hovering on the edge of a third.

Tiffany's eyes were glassy and unfocused, looking up at the head girl as Vera pressed her dripping fingers against the student's lips. Tiffany drew the head girl's fingers into her eager mouth... warm and wet and soft... sucking on them and moving her head back and forth over them as if her fingers were a man's cock.

She wanted those fingers back inside her. She wanted to cum. But she wanted to please Vera as well. She NEEDED to please her... so she sucked her fingers clean doing her best to please her mistress.

Reflexively, not thinking about it, Tiffany's right hand stretched out, reaching for Vera's left thigh...

The Head Girl knew much about the island and Shokushu's true purpose. For her, nothing pleased her more than to be in control. Even if that control was over mere students who had only a future of slavery awaiting them. If she could not grasp her own life and lead it the way she wanted, the next best thing would be to take control of another's.

Tiffany eagerly licked and sucked on the offered fingers. Sometimes, Vera only offered a single finger, other times two or even three. It was pleasing seeing how eager this student was to have any contact with the Head Girl. But, like many other pet students Vera had taken, this one always wanted more.

Eyes widened slightly upon feeling the hand touching her thigh. Vera's right hand grabbed the culprit, holding it firmly as she drew it away from that perfectly smooth skin. "You told me you were going to be a good girl," Vera said softly, "Good girls do not touch what does not belong to them." The Head Girl pulled her other hand from Tiffany's lips. "Our focus is on you. Not me, Ms. Sterling," the woman added as she rose to her feet. The Head Girl stood, looking down at the struggling student. "Your body still aches?" she asked, already knowing the answer, "Remember, we are not going to stop until it is completely out of your system. Show me that you have what it takes. Pleasure yourself and perhaps I will let you touch me as a reward. That is what you want, no?"

The carrot was offered though the Head Girl was intentionally vague on what touching meant. For now, the Head Girl sat back down on the sofa and waited for the show to begin anew. As promised, Vera was not going to stop until she believed Tiffany could handle this issue without needing to seek her every morning. With her schedule interrupted for the day, Vera was more than willing to spend all day and night handling this matter personally.

"Y-yes, Ms. Matsumoto..."

Whether the blonde student's response was to show compliance or in answer to Vera's question was unclear, but it was likely meant for both reasons. Tiffany crawled to her knees with her legs spread, her right hand moving between her thighs so she could circle her swollen clit much the way Vera had done with her thumb. Her left hand moved upwards to tease the stiff, rock hard nub of her left nipple through the thin fabric of her top. She locked her eyes on Vera's face and imagined it was the head girl's hands touching her as she followed Vera's orders.

"I will be a good student, Ms. Matsumoto..."

"Aahhhhhnnnn.... I will work hhhnnhhh... h-hard... to excel in my stud... ooohhhhh.... studies..."

"I will... oohhhh.... be a good.... aaahhh.... aaahhh... st-student.... unnnhhhh...."

"I will be... HHuunhhh! I will... ooohhhhh... OH God... Ms. Matsumoto... OOHHHH! AAAHHHHH....HHHHHAAAAHHHHNNNNGGGHHHhhhh..."

It did not take long for Tiffany's words to trail off into gasps and moans as she shuuddered violently into orgasm yet again, shaking and falling to all fours in front of the head girl.

Tiffany obediently obeyed Vera's commands. But, that was not all this student did. The blonde woman sat on her knees with her knees spread much like before. One hand tried to continue the work the Head Girl began while the other worked a nipple. Vera's gaze did not waver as she watched the student's glassy eyes look at her. What was not part of the commands was the student moaning out her intentions like a mantra.

It was impressive how this one naturally fell into various submissive acts and behaviors. She always admired students who were not just obedient but, willing to go further. She had always said she wanted servants or pets, not mindless drones. But, there was a threshold between going above and beyond and simply acting out of line. Some students try to do more than is outside their station. Others try to take more than they earned. It required effort from both parties to ensure the relation is never strained. So far, it seemed this student was learning quickly and learning what her Mistress expected of her.

The blonde student swooned after another orgasm wracked her body and soul. The woman slumped forward on all fours as she shook and trembled from the aftershocks. Eye contact was broken and Tiffany only saw the carpeted floor beneath her. Time held little meaning at this point. As the student tried to recover her breath, she soon felt something press down on her head. Vera was still sitting but her foot was now stepping on Tiffany's head. The force was firm but not to the point of causing pain. Tiffany's forehead was forced to press against the carpet where she could smell the sexual fluids that had soaked it thus far.

"As promised, Ms. Sterling," Vera stated, her toes curling a bit against the woman's hair and scalp, "You are now touching me. I want to hear more of what you will do as a good student. Please, continue. As you continue..." Her foot gently slipped off and remained just in front of the woman's head. "You may touch my foot. If you are still feeling sexual tension, you may continue relieving as well. But, I expect to hear your words loud and clear."

The positions were made clear. Vera sitting above while the student was left at her very feet. The Head Girl made it clear in more ways than one who was in control.

Tiffany was still trembling and breathless from her last climax. She had never cum so quickly or so hard or so many times in such a short period of time before. Her level of arousal was still somewhat heightened, but the desperate, raging inferno of lust that had threatened to consume her mind, body and soul had subsided somewhat after her last orgasm. Even so, the blonde student's voice was hoarse and husky from her recent exertions as she began to continue describing to Vera how she was going to be a good student.

As Tiffany spoke she reached out almost reverently to the head girl's proffered foot as if it were some priceless lost artifact, the holy grail maybe, instead of just a woman's foot.

"I will not allow shame or guilt to cripple me any longer, Ms. Matsumoto."

Tiffany's fingers traced along the contours of Vera's foot, testing it's shape and texture as she spoke.

"I refuse to let such a trivial matter as what might be considered acceptable in certain social environments to define me, Ms. Matsumoto."

Tiffany's fingers and thumbs began to press gently but firmly against the muscles and soft tissue of Vera's foot, kneading and massaging now, working their way down from the delicate curve of the head girl's ankle to the tips of her toes and back up again.

"I see now that admiring you, wanting to be like you, being attracted to you even... is not strange at all when you think about it. You're strong and powerful and beautiful, Ms. Matsumoto. Should I admire or emulate or be attracted to someone weak? Or ugly? Someone less deserving of it than you are? It... it wouldn't make sense..."

Tiffany started to shiver when she told Vera she was beautiful. Her head drifted down until her lips pressed against the pale smooth skin of the head girl's foot. Her hands continued to rub and knead as her lips planted soft, light kisses across the top of Vera's instep between words. The blonde student's hips began to wriggle and roll slightly as she worshipped Vera's foot.

"I will no longer... *kiss*.... allow my personal... (mmmhhh) desires *kiss* to interfere with (mmmmm) my professional ambitions (mmmmhhhh) Ms. Matsumoto..."

Tiffany's kisses were becoming longer and more passionate every time she pressed her warm, soft lips against Vera's skin... her mouth opening slightly... the tip of her tongue tasting that smooth flesh... her teeth nipping lightly...

The student's voice had grown hoarse after her many cries and screams. The blonde woman did not seem to be completely out of control anymore. Emotions were flaring but, not as strong as before. Perhaps much of that all consuming lust had been spent or fatigue had finally caught up to the lovely beauty. None of that hindered this woman's ability to obey the Head Girl's commands though.

The way Tiffany reached out initially, it seemed like the woman was handling delicate crystal rather than flesh and blood. The more contact was made and the more the woman spoke, the more confident the student grew in her efforts. Vera kept her focus as fingers pressed into the muscles of her foot. There were no sounds of pain so Tiffany was at least not harming the silver haired woman. The woman's declarations came out clearly despite her struggling voice. If Tiffany was considering these acts as normal, that will make this one's transition into slavery much smoother.

But, graduation was far away from this particular student. Vera watched as Tiffany proclaimed her attraction to the Head Girl. Emotions flared once more as the massage soon became kisses and those kisses grew more passionate until the woman was nibbling on the Head Girl's toes.

"Mm... Any employer would love to have someone as devoted and dedicated as you, Ms. Sterling," Vera stated as she enjoyed the feel of those moist lips and warm tongue upon her foot. She allowed the student to continue for a bit before withdrawing one foot only to bring forth the other for Tiffany to worship instead.

"Such a hard worker," Vera praised, "Lay on your back and spread your thighs. You are showing improvement. But, I will not stop until I have thoroughly corrected this matter. Tell me more about your ambitions. What do you desire to accomplish now that you have been liberated, Ms. Sterling?" Sex exposed, Vera glistening big toe slid over those juicy netherlips. The toe slid over the woman's pearl before dipping back down and pushing into those inviting depths. Slowly, that toe pushed in deeper and curled and uncurled before pulling back for another thrust. The tired student was not given any rest just yet.