Anne was melting her in her hand. She could lead the woman to slip right out of her chair at this point. Any embarassment was replace with searing lust, flaring about the woman's aura like a growing inferno. "I can feel your heart racing," she cooed softly, feeling the woman's pulse throbbing withing her breast. The student was certainly well endowed and the Head Girl knew well from experience how sensitive such luscious orbs can be.

The student corrected the Head Girl, an odd term she rarely heard but it mattered little at this point. "Do you like what you are feeling right now, Miss Deas?" the Head Girl asked, "Would you like to feel more?" Anne's hand reached up to stroke Vera's arm. She did not mind it as her fingers slipped into the woman's blouse. She cupped a breast, feeling the tender mound contained in the woman's bra. The silver haired woman gave the orb a slow squeeze, squeezing harder and harder only to release just before pain was reached.

"You are a lovely woman," she whispered into her ear, "But we should not just stay here at this chair forever. I will not be able to touch you everywhere if you remained there. Stand up and cross your arms above your head. Let us see just how obedient you are after our previous session." Vera drew away to allow Anne to obey her command or question it. With how the woman was breathing so hard, she doubts there would be much complaining this time around.

She was entirely right. Without a moments hesitation Anne stood with almost liquid grace, flowing out of the chair and turning towards Vera as her arms raised above her head, touching at the wrists. The stance caused her breasts to strain against the fabric of her blouse, stretching it tightly as the hardened points of her nipples pushed through, also nadvertantly showing her figure in superb light, revealling her almost perfect hourglass figure - flat stomach, toned legs and firm buttocks from endless hours of PE and walking.

For Anne, her body was singing to her and she couldn't help but dance to the song. Each touch the Head Girl had given her so far felt wonderful. FAR better than she had even imagined! As Vera's hand had slipped between her breasts so effortlessly Anne thought that she might as well been naked already and even as she had breathed her agreement to the touch she had been pushing her chest forward to intensify the feeling.

Right now she would do whatever her Vera would want. The Head Girls soft voice sent shivers up her spine and she found herself thinking that this was SO much better than any of her daydreams!. Her Green eyes looked up with warmth at the much taller Head Girl's own blue as she eagerly awaited what Vera had in mind next.

The tight little outfit further accentuate the woman's curves and other lovely features. Hardened nipples poked visibly through the woman's attire, begging to touched more by Vera's delicate fingers. The student obeyed, arms crossed above her head. Her body arched to try and keep Vera's hands on her chest. Granting the woman's silent request, fingers pinched one of those visible nubs and twisted lightly. "Your body is reacting perfectly to my touch," she cooed softly, "Your body needs this, needs me."

She pinched again before letting her fingers spread outwards, taking in more of the luscious orb and groping it firmly. Vera leaned closer and planted another soft kiss on the enthralled student's lips. She could do anything she wanted with this student. This student that used to not trust anyone was now an obedient pet. The Head Girl could tell her to strip and bend over and she would do so in hopes of receiving more of her wonderful touch. But she would be patient as always, teasing the student until she begs for more.

Anne did not seem to be in much condition to verbally answer any direct questions anymore. Instead, the silver haired woman would focus on playing this student's body like an instrument. Her other hand cupped the other breast, pinching the visible nub between her knuckles as her fingers squeezed the rest of the soft tit flesh. She alternated between soft squeezes and caresses to harsh pinches and strokes. The woman seemed to have no issues working through the blouse and bra that stood between her and touching bare flesh.

"Yeeesss Miss Matsumoto" Anne breathed in answer to the question, her back arched forcing her enorged nipples into Vera's hands, eyes once again shut as the ripples of pleasure from such simple touches raced through her. She felt like she could live like this without any problems at all.

The feeling was compounded as she felt Vera's movement, stepping close and the feeling of her lips was, if anything, more pleasurable then the former. For a moment Anne was tempted to drop her arms and just wrap them around the Head Girl, pinning her in an embrace and just spend the next few hours kissing her to within an inch of her life.

The thought that ran through Vera's mind about Anne now becoming a obediant pet had no counter-image in Annes. She was wrapped up in the moment so well she quite simply was happy, wrapped up in a neat little bow of passion and emotion. Even a couple of weeks ago she wouldn't have believed she could feel such a way and while in the back of her brain knew that it wouldn't last (after all, she had been told that Vera didn't want to continue relationships due to favortism) she was determinly not thinking about that, and just enjoying the time as much as she possibly could.

Thus, she didn't drop her arms, although she leant forward into the kiss, almost overbalancing when it ended. Annes eyes opened at that and thus she watched every motion, every stroke, every caress that was inflicted on her, her body leaning into them where she could. As Vera continued her expert manipulation of her body she found her face red for a completely different reason. This time the hot flush she could feel across her neck was caused as she felt her libido starting to run out of her control.

The Head Girl felt the emotions radiating from the young woman. The student was burning up and squirming before her touch, trying to get as much contact as possible. Anne was nearly throwing herself off balance with her greedy need for more. Vera merely continued to toy with the woman, letting her touch draw back if she pushed into her hands. She continued to pinch and caress both orbs for a bit longer before letting her hands slide up and down the woman's sides.

Anne did not say anything beyond agreeing with how much she needed Vera right now. Perhaps the woman was waiting for her owner to make the first move or request. But it was not yet time for further orders. No, she would let this woman think she had some amount of choice in the matter even if it was her own body making all the decisions now. "You are doing so well but do not lose focus," Vera said calmly, "Stand up straight, arch your back only slightly. That's it, you want your outfit to hug your body and make yourself more appealing to me. Discipline is important and you know very well I have very... very high standards."

Vera continued with teasing for a bit longer. Anytime the woman tried to lean into touch, she would stop and correct her posture. The woman would be a statue melting with lust by the time she was through. After what seemed like an eternity, the Head Girl decided to treat her pet. "You are doing very well, Miss Deas," she said, "I will grant you another request. What would you like me to do or what do you wish to know?" Would Anne try to regain some of her mind and try to ask another personal question about the silver haired woman or would all that thought about learning secrets about the school be seared from her lustfilled brain?

Anne never would have believed it could be this difficult to stand still! "She isn't kidding" Anne thought as she strained to maintain the posture. It was especially hard as she could feel the Head Girls fingers trace down her side, around to her back and over her buttocks, the gentle touch creating a ripple that she leant into despearate wanted to lean into. Her body reacted before she could stop it and suddenly she felt the touch flick away and her soft voice correcting her stance again. "She really DOES have high standards!" The constant corerctions did however have the effect of waking her mind from its haze, if only so she could actually obey.

Throught this Anne said nothing, trying to control her breathing from detoriating into ragged lust filled pants and obeying the commands being the focus of her mind.

There was however, something faintly troubling her, although she couldn't place where her sudden feeling of disquiet came from. She /knew/ that she wanted more. After all, thats what was killing her, standing still like this. She wanted nothing more than to have her touch more intimately and stop playing with her like this! Still, she noticed as she stood stiller, altering her stance to the Head Girls specifications the touches became firmer, more intimate almost like it was a reward.

As it was, the offer for another reward threw Anne and she shut her eyes tightly, trying to force down her desires so she could think. She was so wound up it was difficult aside from wanting more.. more everything! But the commands that Vera had been given had created a door into her mind and thus her need for knowledge won out.

"How... Why did you become a Head Girl?" Anne breathed, her words coming out almost as a pant as she tried to keep her position. "What do you want to be?"

Vera walked around the heated student. Now behind the woman, Anne would not see what was coming and would have to rely entirely on her sense of touch. It seems that this student still had some sense left in her. Of course those questions would only deny the woman what she really wanted for a bit longer. The poor girl was struggling to just keep her breath steady. Her breasts were heaving, shivering as her body quaked. If this was how it felt with clothes on, what would it all feel like against bare skin and within her moistening depths?

The Head Girl ran her hands up and down the woman's sides. She started at the hips and moved slowly upwards. Her fingers grazed lightly by the sides of the student's breasts and continued upwards to her armpits. She ran bit up the upper arm before returning downwards in long slow strokes. As she did this, she answered the woman's questions. "A Head Girl is not a job one can apply for. It is a position that is offered by the Headmasters. They decide who qualifies but you can assume it involves being a top student with a great deal of potential in leading others. As for why? The positioned was offered and running a large operation is second nature to someone with my experience. As for what I wish to be... I would like to run my company again but perhaps I will consider staying on the island and working for NICE labs. It is not often such opportunities arise."

Smiling softly behind the woman, her strokes slowed until her hands were resting on the woman's chest. She squeezed and massaged the pulsing orbs firmly. Her fingers once more pinched and twisted those nipples, reintroducing all those sensations Anne has learned to love. Then she stopped and let her hands drift and simply rest on the student's hips. "With so many questions, perhaps you came here just to talk," Vera said calmly, "You should have said so in the first place. We can stop and sit down if you like." Her hands leave Anne's body, teasing the poor girl as she began to walk towards a couch to sit on. Did Anne miss her chance for bliss?

As the question wasn't answered immediately Anne soon found herself starting to forget that she had even asked it, her concentration being taken up by the sensual touch and more importantly, the effort needed to resist moving.

When the answers came they were more or less ignored. Anne was having a hard time doing anything with the information and it was all she could do to listen to the information and store it in her mind for later. Her body shivered as a fingernail ran down her side, almost but not quite ticklish, but somehow leaving a ripple that went straight to her, by know, soaked pussy. Anne noted that the strange feeling of disquiet still rested deep in the back of her mind but more and more she was feeling that it was better ignored.

It was at this point she felt the Head Girls hands on her hips and she was just busy trying not to melt with apprehension about what would happen next when the head girl spoke.

Anne froze, a low whine almost escaping her lips about being left. She didn't want to talk! She stood stock still, chest still thrust out, shirt hugging her curves exactly the way that she had been told to stand as her mind attempted to process this. She didn't want to bloody talk!

"But.. But.. Vera!" The words came out in a jumble, aptly reflecting her own mind as she struggled to order her thoughts. Hadn't she asked for questions? She had expected something else? "Um.. Sorry... Miss Matsumo! I don't want to talk... I want you too..."

Her skin almost changed colour even as she spoke, the hot flush of pure lust that had been so expertly stoked being tinged by deepneing along her cheeks as she blushed. She had obviously wanted more... intimate requests and she had blown it. Mentally kicking herself she held the position that the Head Girl had placed her in and hoped that it wasn't too late.

Being denied her delicious pleasure was enough to knock the student completely off balance. Any other reasons for being in this room were gone and all that ran through Anne's head was how to get Vera's hands back on her body. Of course the poor woman was incorrect in her assumptions. Vera could care less what this student spent her precious requests on. She was just creating more conflicts in the woman's head until the only want in her mind is for more sex. So far, it seemed to be working rather well.

"Too?" Vera echoed, "You are mistaken, Miss Deas. I am only doing this to help you. You have yet to do anything to earn my personal favor. Pulling me one way then the other is certainly not getting you on my good side either. Or perhaps you prefer me to be crueler? I can certainly be that. In fact, I am not too clear on what you want anymore. You may have to do something to convince me of what you desperately need from me right now."

"You may put your arms down," she continued as she had a seat in a chair, "I will give you a few moments to think of a way of proving your need of me before I give up. I suggest you tell me how much you love me and need me to fuck your quivering body. Do not stop telling me and if I hear any hesitation in your voice, I will assume you are lying to me. And you know how much I dislike being lied to, Miss Deas. And put that body to work. You put on that outfit to impress me, now impress me with that body of yours. Show just how loyal you are to me."

Vera's legs cross as she let her hands rest on her lap. For now, her touch was denied to Anne. The horny student had to prove herself to the Head Girl anyway she can. With that neutral look, it would be nearly impossible to tell if any action would impress her. But it was either that or give up the dream in being in her arms tonight.

Blinking again, Anne complied, lowering her hands to her sides as she looked at the Head Girl - confusion mixing with the boiling need as it rolled through her body. As she listened she tried desperately to get control of her thoughts and emotions but it was hard. She felt that she could really do with either a really REALLY cold shower, or a really hard slap.

Unfortuntely, neither was like a viable option and so, she struggled to damp down the furnace of her own wants and needs as she struggled with herself to answer to answer. She didn't want to be treated cruelly... Did she? She hadn't earnt any personal favor either! This was important to her... Or was it? Then it was all compounded by the way she just /sat/ there - so close but yet so far!

Anne didn't believe she loved /anyone/. She didn't even believe she had the capability any more despite evidence to the contary. But she knew that she wanted Vera desperately, even to the point where she refered to her as "Her Vera" in her mind. As she stood she visibly trembled as the battle of emotions clashed inside her, her green eyes wide open but unseeing.

She didn't have a chance though. Vera had so loaded the scales in her favor it was a forgone conclusion even before the internal battle started. While Anne had an incredibly strong personality it was built around the abilty to fight. In winding (the already very wound up!) Anne up to the point where she was finding it hard to think, eclipsing her thoughts with the need of the woman in front of her then moving herself just out of reach Vera had successfully struck at her weakest point and Anne, despite her powerful will had no defence against it. With enough time she could possibly have worked it through and dealt with it but Vera had rather elegantly removed that option too.

Inside, she felt her emotions crack and bend in a way she had never believed possible and new feelings and desires roared though her, fanning her desire for the woman across from her to new levels. Something gave inside and she felt that all she wanted this woman. And she would bloody well prove it if thats what it would take! Instead of fighting against herself Anne found herself needing to fight to have Her Vera. For a single heartbeat Anne found her mind completely disconnected from her emotions as she saw the change in herself, a look of complete bewilderment on her mental face before the moment ended and time sped back up.

As the decision slammed into place in Anne subconcious Vera saw Anne's eyes refocus and her stance shift from looking like she had just been slapped, to a woman of (albeit fragile) confidence and power. Annes chin lifted and her shoulders drew back slowly, her blouse straining at its clasps as the fabric stretched tight across her chest, causing her hard nipples to create bullets in the silken fabric. Moving a foot forward, displaying her toned legs and buttocks to maximum effect, she stood, taking on lessons that Anne has seemingly subconciously learnt from the instructions Vera had been given not a few moments ago.

For Anne herself everything took on an almost dreamlike state. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart and the roaring of her heated blood. All she saw was the person that she desired beyond everything else. The pure, pulsing need that was raging through her body drove her onwards. It was a fragile thing, easilly broken as it was borne on false confidence but it pushed her to a point that she would never have believed herself capable of. If she had the capacity to think beyond the moment she would have likely stopped short, or possibly even run, cheeks flaming, away to somewhere where no-one could see.Instead, powered by the the force of her emotions she stood.

"I need you Vera, I want you. I don't know if I love you but I definately love what you do to me. Tell me how I can win your personal favor and you won't be disappointed. If only for tonight, I want you and only you. I want you to make me come screaming your name. I want you to fuck me til i'm a quivering heap on the floor panting your name and then I want you to fuck me some more. I want you to make me cry with pleasure and make all my fantasys come true! And then, then I want you to give me the same oppertunity. I want to make you come. I want to ear your beautiful voice scream my name. I want to taste your pussy and feel you wrapped around me. I want to make you scream with pleasure. Will you let me?"

As she spoke she felt herself move almost with no conscious prompting, walking with the liquid grace she had demonstrated earlier until she came before Vera. With her vision full of the Head Girl she dropped down on one knee before her and, finger touching her chin as she leant in to kiss the object of her desires.

For several moments it was as if Vera's words had literally stunned the young student. Anne just stood there, staring off into space. But the Head Girl saw so much more with her empathy. Emotions crashed against one another, the woman visibly trembling from her inner conflict. This would be concerning if there was any rage flaring within the woman's aura. But there was not. All Vera sensed was pure lust and wanton desire. Any structure of morality seemed to have completely crumbled before the torrent of lust flooding her every thought. It was truly a wonderous sight and feeling those emotions made her own skin tingle with delight.

Anne once more confessed her need for the Head Girl. It was a bit disappointing as it was all things that were said before including her own selfish desire to bend the silver haired woman over and make her cry with pleasure. But, there was no hesitation so at least there was no need to doubt this woman's honesty. One difference was the student acting on these confessions, kneeling before Vera as if she were royalty and leaning forward to steal a kiss from the woman.

There was no reason to hold back at this point. This woman would accept anything the Head Girl says with all her heart. She lifted a hand and extended it towards the kneeling woman, letting the woman's kiss her hand. Besides the soft kisses Vera gave this woman before, this would be Anne's first time to taste the woman by her own action. Once the woman kisses her, she would speak up. "It is a start, Miss Deas," she replied, "But you have not earned the right to use my first name. For that, I must punish you. I think this punishment will help you earn your wish. You will for this session together, you will refer to me as Mistress. It is obvious you either want to be controlled or be the dominant one. But you cannot have both in this case. Having one will dispel the need for the other. I would be far less enticing if you knew you could bend me over and take me when you wish. No, you want to be used by me. You want to be left guessing on what I would do to you next, what new pleasures I would introduce you to."

She extends her fingers, lightly tapping and stroking Anne's nose before rising to her feet. "You certainly have some interesting fetishes, Miss Deas," she continued, "But it is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, some may find it very appealing. Let us do a bit roleplaying to spice it up. You are already in a good position to begin with. But you must fight your need to gawk at me. Lower your gaze to where my feet are but maintain your posture. Lower your other knee so you may sit on both of them. Always respond to my commands with 'Yes, Mistress'. It is important to please your partner by making them feel more empowered. Sex is all about control, dominance, and submission. At times this can be pleasant to split evenly with both parties involved but you will find it more... stimulating if you let one take one role and one take the other. Do you understand, Miss Deas?"

"Now," she said, sliding a foot forward, "I said you will have to earn your rewards so I will start you with a minor task. Simply bend down and lightly kiss my foot while saying 'I love you, Mistress'. No need to worry about the truth here, this is merely roleplaying." Vera waited patiently to see if her new little pet would comply. Convincing her that this role of servant and master is simply roleplaying would hopefully play with her head further and prevent her from thinking this has any reprucussion she may regret in the future. Then again, she did come seeing a Head Girl for sex so it was doubtful such worries exist at this point.

A look of disappointment crossed Annes face as she was intercepted by Vera's hand. However, that didn't change a single thing and Anne brushed her lips lightly against the offered hand, relishing the tiny thrill that the friction of the back of the hand on her lips before pressing them properly and kissing her hand, almost like royalty. For Anne, the sensation was wonderful and despite the disapointment of missing her target she was still blissfully happy she got to kiss something!

Still on one knee, one finger lightly touching Ver'a hand she only half listened to voice. The rest of her mind was more feeling it, the delicate candences and subtle lifts as her voice rolled through her. However, she paid attention at the request to call her Mistress...

There was something about how the Head Girl articulated it that ran a little shiver straight down her spine, but in Anne's state it was a shiver of anticipation. The word was of course known to Anne, as was all that it entailed. In some of her fantasys she had masturbated furiously to such thoughts - both with her being the Mistress as well as being the submissive. Each time her orgasms had been excellent and had left a certain want deep inside her, although she never believed that they would come But here she was being offered one of her more private fantasys.

"Yes Mistress" Anne breathed, feeling the unusual word in her mouth, her tongue rolling over the simple words as she would take care of a lover, letting the word come out softly. As she shifted to drop her remaining knee her gaze dropped and she took the oppertunity to get a close look at her Vera. She was truely beautiful, her statuesque figure far eclipsing Annes own and it was only complimented by her immaculate uniform. Anne felt her heart beat just a little faster at the proximity and how tantalising easy it would be to just jump Vera, tearing off her clothes. But the head girls words had taken hold and she was intensly looking forward to the "New pleasures" that Vera had hinted at.

As Vera's foot slid forward Anne balked a little. Not at the act but she was still uncomfortable with telling anyone that she loved them, even if it was understood it wasn't real. However, she didn't take much convincing to do as asked. Almost before Vera had stopped speaking Anne found herself bending over and running a fingernail along the side of Vera's foot.

"I love you mistress" slight hesitation evident in her voice as she said it, before lowering her head to Vera's foot, kissing it gently but firmly, again taking enormous pleasure from the simple sensation of her lips pressing against skin, letting the kiss linger for a moment before she rose back to her kneeling position. For a moment she felt profoundly odd, but the feeling passed rapdily as a little trill of pleasure flowed through her.

As she sat back onto her knees she smoothed her skirt down, her back and shoulders coming back without a thought as she assumed a respectable pose. The stance was second nature, taught by her parents many years ago but this was the first time she had done it willingly... let alone while being on her knees! However, rather than resentment about being in a pose she had always despised Anne only felt a little surge of pleasure. If that is what her Vera wanted, then at least she could do this bit well!

There was some hesitation but that was to be expected. The woman accepted Vera's teachings with little to no issue at all. Every offer and order was taken as a sort of gift or treat that she eagerly accepted with vigor. "Good girl," she cooed softly, stroking the woman's long black hair. The student would feel her fingers glide between the silk strands before curling up and stroking her cheek. "This is how you should act when you wish to earn my attention, submissive, obedient, vulnerable," she whispered softly. Her fingers traced away as she walked passed Anne and headed towards large windows leading out to the balcony that gave a view over campus.

"Come here, my pet," Vera called. Whether the woman walked or crawled mattered little to her but she would leave it up to the student's sex starved mind to decide. Once the student came to her side, she would open the drapes slightly. Sunlight poured into the room and revealed the view to the enthralled student. "Now stand here and take hold of these drapes, Miss Deas," the Head Girl ordered, "You are not to let go of them until I say you can. Do you understand, Anne?" It was a simple enough request, right? She just has to stand there infront of the window and hold a drape in each hand.

Once Anne complied, the Head Girl would slowly slide her hands up and down the woman's sides. "I hope you like the view, Miss Deas," she whispered into her ear, "Hopefully no one is looking up here to see what I am doing to you." It was very unlikely any human would see the two of them. But that little bit doubt would make the event much more exciting. Hands would cup those breasts, pinching and stroking them once again. She twisted those nipples through the woman's blouse and bra, causing sparks of pain once more as she tugged them outwards each time. Vera would roll them gently afterwards to soothe the pain away and squeeze a handful of those lovely orbs inbetween her fingers.

Vera would show the world out there she owned this woman, playing with her breasts as they were hers now. A hand would slide down Anne's body and slip into her skirt. A finger dragged over her undergarment, causing the Head Girl to purr seductively. "My my, you never told me how wet you were," she whispered softly before nibbling on Anne's ear, "Perhaps if you were more proficient in begging, I would have satisfied this need of yours sooner." Up and down, a single finger teased the panty covered slit. She pressed enough for the fabric to dip slightly into the parted lips. Over and over, she teased and stimulated the woman right there infront of the window.

Anne practically purred at the hairstrokes, leaning into it not unlike a huge cat. The Head Girls words seemed to indicate that this was not just a game to her, but something far more. But Anne was beyond worrying about something about that. She was actually taking more pleasure than she had ever imagined just from the tiny things. A touch her, a stroke there. Even being called "Good Girl" did strange (yet very... VERY nice!) things to her insides she wouldn't have believed possible.

At the summons Anne walked across to the balcony, keeping her eyes low until she reached the drapes, where she looked out as they were parted. For a moment she forgot herself as she beheld the panoramic view of the school grounds. It was truely impressive and she felt herself gape. Imagine having a view like this every day! Vera's voice soon intruded though and took the drapes. "Yes Mistress" Anne said, slightly puzzled at to what she intended.

She didn't have to wait long though. Anne felt Vera's presence behind her and shivered as her experienced hands ran across her sides and breasts almost immediately elicting a soft sigh. The Head Girls words only enhanced the sensation, the feeling of pleasure mixing with apprehension about someone looking up and seeing her here combining inside herself, creating a physical pleasure far greater than just the soft touches themselves. With all the non-physical emotions that had been pouring through her body had almost forgotten the entire reason she was here, instead lapping up the mental pleasure like cream. However, the renewal of the physical touch also reminded her body what she was here for, and she felt her libido kick in in a big way, her legs trembling for a moment as she felt herself crave, once more, for more intimate contact.

Anne gasped as she felt her nipples twisted from behind, her body shaking at the sudden pain and for a moment she almost dropped the drapes before she remembered herself. As Vera's hand slipped between her legs, a perfect finger sliding between her legs Anne almost came on the spot. Her vision blurred and a long sigh escaped her lips as a ripple of pure pleasure vibrated up from her soaked pussy and spread out to her entire body. The head girls words only heightened the pleasure, her soft breath raising little goosepimples as she shivered. "I'm sorry Mistress" Anne babbled in reply, her breathing deep.

As Vera's hand moved methodically between her legs she felt her soaked panties push between her legs, the soft fabric pushing against her clit. That, and Vera's breath on her neck pushed her over the edge and she came. The orgasm rode over her like a freight train and although it was brief it shined like a star for a moment as she stood, muscles tense as the orgasm washed through her, sparks appearing before her eyes as she let out a low, but entirely heartfelt moan.

Remarkably, she was still standing, drapes held apart and for a short moment she was worried that someone would have noticed from outside. For a moment she stood panting, an entirely warm afterglow spreading though her until she noticed that there was no touch, or feeling from the Head Girl.

"Mistress?" Anne whispered, softly, puzzled at the lack of any contact.

The commands and the way they were given as the dominant woman seemed to have a profound effect on the young student. If there was any other intention of coming here besides sex, they were not on Anne's agenda anymore. The stroking kept going and going as the woman sighed and gasped, squirming but never letting her hold of the drapes slip. Vera could feel the damp fabric becoming soaked as her finger kept pushing the undergarment against the needing entrance. The woman's sex was literally making a lewd squish sound with long stroke of the Head Girl's teasing fingers.

Anne revealed just how wound up she was since meeting the Head Girl as a violent orgasm wracked her lovely form. Moans of surrender sounded beautiful coming from her throat. Her body swayed as juices soaked Vera's hand and ran down the woman's inner thighs. But despite the orgasm, the woman was still standing. Perhaps all those 'dreams' with the monsters made her used to such sexual encounters.

Vera continued stroking slowly through the orgasm until it died down. The woman was glowing from the experience, perhaps even eager for more. She stopped stroking and slowly slipped her fingers out. Anne's confusion would be brief as she saw the Head Girl's dripping fingers. "My my," she cooed softly, "You came within moments. You really did need me, my little pet. But you made a little mess... Clean it up." The fingers would press to the woman's lips, expecting her to lick and suck them dry before slipping out.

"You did as you were told yet again, Miss Deas," she said calmly, "You may release the drapes. You may make another request. A small gift for my obedient pet." She dried her fingers off on Anne's blouse, stroking the tender mound before drawing away. Her arms crossed as she waited patiently to hear what is going through the student's mind at this point.