Anne's first attempt to dance so many months ago was embarassingly disappointing. Now, the woman's skills had done a one-eighty. Movements that were once awkward and rigid now flowed with grace. This display showed just how much this Prefect and servant had grown. There was no doubt that this student had spent hours practicing on her own time in order to prepare for this moment. But, the most important thing was that Anne was loving it. Perhaps the woman only liked doing this infront of her Mistress. Still this alone was a huge step for the otherwise reluctant woman. Those inhibitions were fading and soon Anne's only thoughts will be of Vera's desires and nothing else.

Vera continued to eat her meal, keeping her composure despite liking what she saw. She could feel Anne's aura flaring with desire as she flaunted her gorgeous body to her owner. Long black hair flailed this way and that, reacting to every move of the woman's head and sway of those shapely hips. Hands roamed over that body, recognizing her own beauty and worth to the Head Girl.

The Head Girl focused on finishing her dinner, letting her Prefect dance up a sweat. The transparent latex revealed glistening flesh held beyond it. When Vera finished eating, she rose to her feet and approached her swaying pet. She stroked Anne's cheek, letting those fingers slip to the woman's chin as she walked past. "Come..." she ordered, leading the black haired woman towards the balcony. Once there, she pressed her pet up against the railings. "See all that out there?" she asked, "I want you to tell this school... No... The whole world who you are and who you belong to. Let them all hear how you will do anything for your Mistress."

Vera cooed softly into Anne's ear. It was her turn to roam that body with her hands. She felt those smooth latex covered curves. Fingers traced over where the woman's areolae were, teasing them through the tight material while goading those nipples to poke through before pinching them. If Anne obeyed Vera's orders, those hands would start to grope the woman's body, rewarding obedience with pleasure much like so many times before.

Anne allowed herself to be led to the balcony, hips still swaying and her mind turning into a pile of mush. Her senses seemed finer somehow. Vera’s fragrance lingered in her nose just from the proximity of her hand and she followed, completely unresisting to the balcony. The warm breeze stirred around her flesh running little traceries over the dry, and giving distinct highlights to the very wet area between her legs. She shivered in pleasure at that, and the combined pleasure of Vera’s body behind her and her fingers on her.

Despite that glorious sensation, Anne stiffened a little when she heard what her Mistress wanted her to do. Normally Vera wanted to keep the exact nature of her prefecture and service silent from the school (which suited Anne really quite well) but she was ordering her to shout it from her suite? Anne knew she had a fine pair of lungs and her parade ground voice meant that she could quite possibly get what she was shouting heard from a good distance… She called her Mistress Miss Matsumoto exclusively when in public and kept herself at arms length there. Service with a smile and this flew a little in the face of all that…

There was also the fact that she liked the privacy element and shouting something like this made her nervous even though she was always aware that such decisions were not her domain (That was another lesson she hadn’t forgotten.)

Her hesitation was noticeable but short lived, only lasting a moment before she got a grip on her own apprehension and let her own misgivings out in a small breath. One inhalation, deep and strong and she stood up straight, the gentle pressure pushing Vera back a little so she stood tall as her voice resonated from the balcony.

“I AM ANNE! I AM MISS MATSUMOTOS PET! I WILL DO WHATEVER SHE WANTS AS I AM HERS!"

She felt.. embarrassed for shouting like this and really couldn't deny that she would rather have not said anything, but as one of Vera's hands moved over her breasts, squeezing the latex tighter against her chest her embarrassment evaporated into the warm Shokushu breeze.

It was unlikely anyone would hear what Anne was screaming this high up in the tower. Even if they could hear the woman, it was probably not going to be very coherent to them with all the high winds. Still, the mere thought of being heard made Anne hesitate. It was a bit disappointing that her pet still had these minor blocks of inhibition. But, that would just have to be taken care of here and now.

The Prefect's voice rang loud and true, proclaiming herself the Head Girl's pet and would do anything for her loving owner. She could feel the reluctance melt away with a few firm squeezes of Anne's trapped breast. The woman was so easy to please now. "Mmm... A good attempt," Vera teased into Anne's ear, "But, there are many Anne's on campus. Tell them who you are. Tell them exactly what you would do for your Mistress. Give examples, tell every little detail. Let them know just what you have that those common people below do not have."

A free hand slid down Anne's body and proceeded to peel up that tight miniskirt until those folds were completely exposed to the elements. "Spread your legs, let them see how much you want your owner, need her," she ordered, "Imagine these metal bars are my fingers, show them what you love to do to them with your hips." Vera pinched a nipple, pulling hard and twisting through the latex material before letting it pop free from her grasp. She so loved how horny her pet got when she was being embarassed.

"Oh Mistress!" Anne moaned quietly. The pause before taking another deep breath this time wasn't to do with hesitiation but to attempt to remove the huskyness from her voice. As her beautiful Mistress lifted her skirt the tiny fraction necessary to expose her pussy to the world, the warm breeze proved just how wet she was. Right now she had would do anything to have Vera keepiong on pawing her body and her voice rang out once again.

"I AM ANNE DEAS, MISTRESS MATSUMOTOS PREFECT! MY BODY, MY LOVE AND MY SOUL ARE HERS!"

Anne moved her hips towards the hot railings and pushed herself against them, the metal parting her soaking lips and pushing against her clit.

"I HAVE MY LOVE, AND SHE HAS ME! IN ANY WAY SHE SEES FIT! MY CUNT, MY ASS, MY MOUTH ARE FOR HER PLEASURE WHENEVER AND WHEREVER SHE WANTS ME!"

As she shouted she moved her body a little more upright and pushed herself firmly downward, leaving a slick trail of her own need on the railing, turning the metal a darker hue before reversing, dragging her soaked cunt and clit across the railing, imagining all the while that it was her mistresses fingers instead, drawing a long drawn out exhalation of breath escaped her lungs, full of moisture and lust. Her own arousal made it easier and without thinking she starting to grind herself on the railing as her Mistress stood behind her.

She didn't stop there though. The words that continued to be yelled from the balcony would have gotten them both into trouble if anyone heard. She detailed how she loved Vera's fingers fucking her while she stood immobile, how she worshipped her own body because of Vera (and how Veras beauty surpassed any others), how she had spent days with vibrators and dildos inside her while performing her duties, coming as silently as possible as her Mistress operated them by remote, lowering herself on dildos, legs spread wide before being fucked into insensibility with a massive strapon, being suffocated between her thighs til her head span...

The list went on although her voice had lost a lot of its power as she masturbated herself on Vera's balcony railings, being so caught up in heat and need that she couldn't keep the mental acuity to project her voice, let alone the breath needed. She tried though and words continued falling from her mouth, times that she has been taken, things she has done for her Mistress and she showed no regrets about being a wanton slut for the woman that she loved, who held her heart and her life.

Vera released the skirt, the railing holding it up against Anne's grinding body as the cries grew louder and more verbose. The cries spoke of her position as Prefect and slave and what her duties and expecations were. There were also praises directed at her Mistress based on her physical beauty and other features that Anne always thought of. Examples of things that happened and things that have not sound from the student's throat, showing just how far the pet would go for her owner's affection.

The shouts grew fainter as Anne's breath and voice started to falter. Words became incoherent as those hips bucked against the railing hard. It was such a lewd display that would have left the previous Anne whimpering in embarassment. But, this one welcomed these opportunities of lust and passion and showed no care of what the others thought. There was only one person who's thoughts mattered and she was standing right behind the black haired student.

Vera continued playing with both tits now. She squeezed the tight latex covered orbs and continued to pinch and twist those lovely revealed nubs. Slowly, she pulled down on the outfit, letting the latex slide little by little. The Head Girl revealed a bit of those pink areolae before turning to groping and pinching, her bare thumb now making light contact with the exposed flesh. A little bit further revealed a bit more till it reached the point that the top was barely hanging on those erect nipples, ready to fall from the slightest provocation.

There was something that Anne found magical about Vera. Not just in how damned gorgeous she was to Anne's eyes, or in how Anne felt entirely special that Vera was with her, but in that how she could completely cut lose in her presence in a way that she wouldn't have believed possible. She had thought about it in the quiet of her own room and still didn't understand it but the woman that so many students feared (regarding her as untouchable at best) only ever needed a small breath here, a delicate touch there and Anne melted, body and mind.

This was now being demonstrated in fine form as Anne bucked her hips, oblivious to the thought that anyone could look up and see her dressed in latex, fucking herself on a balcony railing while spewing obscenities. Not to mention that any member of staff with a window open would certainly be able to hear her. None of that was anywhere close to her mind as she reached her first orgasm, those gentle touches sending her over the edge.

Her words cut off completely as her breath burst from her as it rippled through her. With her body trembling as her orgasm shook it the smooth motion stopped and she shuddered in her Mistress' arms, her mind awash in shades of lust and love.

The Head Girl let Anne scream to her heart's content. Her fingers slip away, leaving those faintly covered orbs heaving as her pet continued to fuck the metal railing. The orgasm crashed through the young woman's mind, body, and soul. Hips no longer bucked madly, merely twitching as Anne rested against the balcony railing. Juices squirt and showered out into the open air, dispersing into faint drops that would eventually reach the campus grounds below.

When the bliss had passed, Vera gently turned her Prefect's head towards a deep lingering kiss. Her tongue pushed into her pet's mouth and throat, claiming it as she always did but never seeming to lose control even in her own aroused state. The kiss eventually broke, allowing Anne to breathe as the Head Girl looked into those glazed eyes. "You did well," she said softly, "All who heard you believe you just as I do." Vera pulled the woman away from the railing. "You should go have dinner before it gets cold."

With that, the silver haired woman left the windy balcony, hair trailing behind her as she returned to her suite. Anne's skirt would have fallen enough to cover the woman's drooling sex while her top barely hanged onto those lovely mounds. Having already finished eating, Vera would simply sit and drink her wate as she waited for her pet to actually get feeling back into those legs to carry her.

After Vera had walked away Anne sat there for a moment, breathing deeply. With eyes half-lidded she inhaled Vera’s scent and basked in the afterglow for a minute. She could feel her legs vibrate slightly from her orgasm but was confident that she could stand if necessary, being well used to this kind of treatment. The implication that others may have heard her hit the warm buzz that filled her soul and she found that she couldn’t care less if anyone had heard her… She was happy and wasn’t that the point? She DID have something that few others seemed to find…

All too soon though the moment that she allotted herself passed and she stood, stretching like a cat before walking back to the table on her bare feet, sliding onto the chair and starting to eat. She could still feel the fine tremors running through her limbs and in truth she relished the feeling, but it did little to detract from the grace in her steps that she had learnt since agreeing to serve.

Anne ate in silence, but with an unmistakable glow that emanated from her, highlighted by the slight smile at the corner of her mouth or the twinkle in her eyes. Sitting at the table with Vera’s eyes on her she maintained posture, back straight, breasts thrust out tight against the latex. Each breath caused the swell of her bosom to push against it, compressing her chest and keeping her very well aware of what she was wearing and who was watching her. The thought of what else her Mistress might have in mind for her made her breathing a little short and despite her recent orgasm she felt more than ready for one or two dozen more. A little part of her trilled at the thought that Kite had made such a gift designed solely for an occasion like this - she would most definately have to thank Kite immensly once she thought of something appropiate.

With her skin felt incredibly sensitive, registering the slight breeze from the door, the cool padding against the copious amounts of bare skin, she was sure she could tell exactly where the silver haired woman across from her was looking, her eyes making fine tracks in her flesh. The thought made her skin flush a little, not really noticeable aside to the horny prefect, and most probably Vera’s eagle eyes.

Once she had finished her dinner she slide off her chair and take the plates to the kitchen, unless stopped.

No words were spoken. Anne was most likely hungry after having her dinner delayed with some... extra activity. The slave did nothing to readjust her top, leaving it barely hanging onto her glistening breasts as she ate. Every motion would remind her of how wet and sweaty she had become after screaming and cumming back on that balcony. The tight latex did not absorb anything, leaving it all pressed and smeared against Anne's heated flesh as she took slow breaths.

There was always a risk involved when Vera gives orders that pushed the boundaries of Anne's inhibitions. But, her pet had yet to disappoint her. Each time, progress was made and her slave becomes more her precious belonging. Her Prefect learns how being a slave was such a good thing and not shameful. The Head Girl could only hope that each lesson would be enough to ensure not further issues crop up from this one. Anne should know now that having multiple servants and pets changed little in the grand scheme of things. Anne still received loving attention and was still loved by her owner. The only thing that would change that is Anne's behavior, not anyone elses.

Once dinner was finished, Anne was already on her feet to deal with the dirty dishes. Vera rose to her feet and returned to her computer for a few final things before logging off. "Lock the door and prepare a shower when you finish there," Vera ordered as she began unbuttoning her blouse. What that implied for Anne would be up to her imagination. It would not be the first time they showered together if that were the case. The Prefect was getting just what she wanted after performing so well before, alone time with her Mistress.

Anne practically glowed with anticipation at as she finished washing up and padded across to the door to lock it. The fact that anyone could walk in on them was a fact that Anne loved to forget (and as it hadn't happened yet she found it easy to). Although as she flicked the lock across a thin blush crept up her neck at the thought of anyone walking in while she was so occupied.

With the door safely locked she moved to the shower, a spring in her step. Running the water started the slightly uncomfortable process of getting out of the latex suit she wore. Fortunately she had listened to Kite and taking it off wasn't the chore it could have been. Now naked she checked the temperature of the water and moved once again to summon Vera, although she couldn't resist staring lustily at the naked Head Girl.

Anne's aura was like a bright little sun. The woman was so easy to please and make happy. By the time Vera finished stripping to the nude, her beautiful Prefect was struggling to take off the latex attire. Just like how the material fought when putting it on and moving around, it was another battle to peel it from one's body. Anne showed surprising amounts of proficiency in doing this and did not show any signs of frustration or panic. Was this something else Vera's pet was practicing behind closed doors?

Vera waited patiently even while fully revealed before the mirror and before her Prefect's eyes. Once the water was warm enough, she stepped inside. The cascade of water soaked into her long silver hair. She expected Anne to follow her into the shower if not there already. She wasted no time in getting shampoo and conditioner to start working on her hair, exposing her back to her pet. As always, there was a washrag and soap should the slave choose to wash her owner's back. Vera said nothing. She would not order her pet on basic things. For now, Vera would just wash herself as if her pet was not there.

She saw absolutely no point in struggling, no point in speeding herself up to get the tight latex off her body. Although it did take a lot longer than she had anticipated and she saw the utterly naked body of her love, glistening slightly from the steam that was forming from the hot shower in the mirror, while still partly clothed herself.

She felt rather bad that it took her so long to get out of the latex and by the time she was naked (and after her rather unseemly staring at the beautiful form that was in the room with her) she got into the shower herself (thankful that she had gotten the temperature right first time).

"Allow me Mistress" Anne said, her voice full and glowing as she reached out to take over from Vera, picking up from where she left off. Veras hair was soft under her fingers despite it being soaked through by the water and Anne worked the shampoo in quickly, enjoying herself. Hot water cascaded against Vera's body, the spray enveloped them in fine mist. Working through hair as long as Vera's took time and it means she never had time to properly dawdle, otherwise they would both end up looking like prunes.

Once her hair was washed and rinsed Anne got to work on her back, making sure that her hair didn't get soap in it while Vera washed the rest of her body. Anne quietly mused to herself how much she did enjoy the simple pleasures, such as an act like this... Alone in the shower, her fingers cleaning the radient skin in front of her and no-one else around. It was probably a good thing that Vera had covered the rest of her body though as she thought she would likely have lingered a little too long on certain areas...

Vera stopped and let her hands drop from her hair when her Prefect spoke up. The task of cleaning those long silver locks was left to Anne as the Head Girl simply worked on washing her front. It was good that her pet kept active even during these times of relaxation. As much as she enjoyed being stared at and admired, she had expectations when it came to her slaves and servants.

It took time and patience to tend with such long luxurious hair. Anne did her best to ensure no damage was done as both shampoo and water continued to soak in. Once that was finished, her hair was pulled infront of the Head Girl, exposing her radiant back to the student. Anne scrubbed gently while Vera tended to the front. Neither woman was a hinderance to the other. Working together, it took little time to tend to Vera's entire body. Only then did the Head Girl turn to face her eager Prefect.

She brought a soapy rag over Anne's exposed body. She started with an arm, dragging the suds up to the woman's shoulder. She stroked a neck and went down under an armpit before running down the student's side. With her free hand, Vera lifted Anne's chin and moved closer. Their lips met in a soft kiss before she let the rag start working on her pet's smooth stomach and lovely chest.

Anne shut her eyes as soft lips pressed into hers and she leant forward slightly into it, hoping that Vera would let it deepen. Veras hands didn't stop moving around her body and she felt ripples of pleasure wherever her hand went. Despite it being something as simple as being washed Anne loved each and every second, practically purring as that bit of cloth moved over her body.

Bringing her hands up slightly they found Vera's hips, sliding over the smooth curve, tracing little lines up to her waist but not pulling her close, as much as she wanted to. Vera's breath filled her lungs and she could feel the washrag being moved across her body, cleaning away the grime of the day.

As she felt the kiss deepen she let go and instead lifted her arms above her head, surrendering her body to her Mistress completely, the kiss, the water, the smell and proximity of her beloved sending sparks through her consciousness.

Anne succumbed within moments. Arms held the Head Girl only to slip away and hang above the student's head. The slave ensured that nothing hindered Vera's intentions whether it be for cleaning or something more. When that moment of surrender happened, Vera pushed her pet gently against the smooth tile wall. She continued to kiss the woman deeply while that soapy rag circled the woman's navel. As the kiss broke, those rag covered fingers pushed lower until the sud soaked material was rubbing just above the woman's yearning entrance. The silver haired woman kissed down her pet's neck as those fingers stroked up and down the woman's exposed slit, cleaning it after it fucked the railing outside.

She nibbled gently on Anne's neck. "You give up so easily," she whispered teasingly into the woman's ear before sucking on her earlobe. The rag stroked firmer, pushing in slightly while constantly grazing over the woman's already erect pearl. There, her thumb could torment it with steady flicks while the rag pushed in to do a bit of deep cleaning.