The mantra became stronger as the hesitation melted away a bit with each repetition. The fingers pumped and stroked faster and harder each time the mantra was said correctly. She could feel the woman's aura melting into the color of pure lust among some other minor emotions. Every sharp inhale flooded Anne's senses with the scent of her own dripping sex. Every exhale was devoted to chanting the mantra again and again as it brought her closer and closer to her final goal.

Eventually, her body would be forced to succumb. Vera's fingers were now churning away at the woman's insides, hitting that g-spot with expert like precision while her thumb flicked and rolled her clitoris. No more kisses would come, leaving Anne's lips free to cry, scream, or chant the mantra if necessary. The Head Girl held nothing back at this point, fucking her pet with two fingers through the woman's orgasm. Those finger churned Anne's inside to a froth while she simply admired her writhing slave. She knew that this student was now hers to do as she wished.

There would need to be more training to further reinforce tonight's lesson but the foundation had now been layed. Anne had submitted entirely and was thus rewarded with that climax she begged so dearly for. Vera would fuck her pet over and over again, through orgasm after orgasm until the poor student was too exhausted to keep going on. Only then would the Head Girl pull out her soaking fingers and bring them to Anne's lips. "You are mine now, my precious slave," she whispered softly as she slid her fingers into the woman's mouth. She would admire whatever state this ordeal had left poor Anne, enjoying the thrill of dominance and power she held over this young woman. Once the woman finished cleaning her hand and fingers, she would finally let her pet rest for the rest of the night.

"I am your slave... Being submissive and obedient pleases my MiAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

The words were torn from Anne the dam broke, the orgasm which had been building for such a long time ripping though her leaving nothing but millions of nerves that were screaming with bliss, blotting out everything. It destroyed all thought. All her fears, worries and hopes disappeared in that blinding instant. Anne's back arched, as her cunt spasmed uncontrollably around Vera's fingers, coating them with come instantly. Her mouth hung open and an long throaty cry filled the night. If anyone else was in the penthouse, or anywhere near they would have heard her cry of pleasure clearly as it filled the night.

Rather than the orgasm dying however, it was followed by another, and another. Vera's fingers worked in her tight sex constantly, touching the right spaces with absolute perfect timing driving the young student through orgasm after orgasm, her pussy clenching and rippling along the Head Girls fingers as if it were trying to suck them inside of herself.

For Anne, all she knew was pleasure. Pure, undiluted bliss. The previous times with Vera, or even the most intense of her dreams had been mere appetisers compared to what she felt at that moment. There was nothing but the white fire pouring through her and her mistress' hands working at her body driving her through orgasm after orgasm. She didn't know how long she laid there, and she didn't care.

Eventually though Vera's fingers slowed down their relentless assault of her inner walls, gently letting her slide down from the pinnacle of pleasure that she had held and come back into the suite bedroom, panting. She was a mess, her hair that had been cleaned such a short time lay in sodden strands, a broken halo. Her skin was soaked in perspiration, her breath came in ragged gasps as her eyes struggled to refocus on the form of the Head Girl hovering just above her. She felt the hard sensation of fingers on her lips and parted them, accepting Vera's fingers into her mouth, covered with her own juices. She ran her tongue around them, the pleasure from the contact being a perfect balm to her hugely sensitised nerves. Gently, she cleaned them.

"You are mine now, my precious slave"

She heard the words fall on her gently, softly... almost lovingly and Anne had no will to argue. None at all.

"My Mistress" She replied, reaching out with shaky, weak arms to embrace the Head Girl, embracing her before falling into a deep sleep, entwined in her arms.

Vera accepted the weary embrace. She stroked Anne's long black hair as her heated form pressed against her body. The woman's eyes were glassy, lost in the pleasure and bliss that wracked her body. It was perfect. Alien guests on the island worked towards a similar outcome, stimulating the female body until their sense of reason and will melt away like butter on a hot pan. From there, their prey becomes malleable, ready to accept any thoughts you wish to give them. There was a certain satisfaction of achieving something similar as just a mere human.

She could feel Anne's rapid pulse throbbing within those swollen orbs as they pressed against her own breasts. Each breath the two of them took caused them to press more against one another, their nipples dragging slowly over each other. Vera held the exhausted student close, pulling the covers over them again. She kissed the woman deeply before closing her eyes. It had been awhile since she allowed a student to join her in bed. After what she had seen, she had no reason to be worried about this one.

The two would sleep in each other's arms until early morning when Vera would already be stirring and waking up. This being Anne's first night, she doubts the woman would be concious yet unless she was naturally an early riser. Her past servants would already be working on preparing for their Mistress at this time. But, the Head Girl would not throw her pet into work yet. She had to see how last night went after a night of rest. Would she believe in what she chanted as she achieved the heights of passion or would she freak out and flee in fear? In anycase, Vera slipped out of bed, smoothing out her nightgown and pulling back her long silver hair. She still had the day ahead of her and it could not be spent entirely fucking her new pet.

Anne slept like the proverbial log. Her mind and body exhausted she slept soundly, arms around the Head Girl.

Being a natural night owl, Anne only stirred slightly as Vera slid out of her arms and out of bed. The differences took time to filter through into Annes mind. The different feel of her bed. The light shining in. The sounds were subtly different. For a moment she was trapped in the gap between sleep and wakefulness as her mind pondered these differences. She had the most wonderful, although scary dream... She had spent the night with her Vera and they had made love... She had come like never before, chanting that Vera was her Mistress and that she herself was her slave... It had been something else entirely...

She streched, luxuriating in the soft, silken sheets against her nude form, a smile on her face as she recalled how the dream ended, wrapped up in each others arms. The fact that the sheets felt entirely different was another thing that didn't quite track and she opened her eyes mid stretch.

She wasn't in her room.

There was a momentarily paniced stab through her mind as she wondered where the hell she was and she sat up abruptly, wrapping the sheets around her like a suit of armour. Her eyes widened as she realised exactly where she was, and that the dream she had wasn't a dream at all. She really had spent the night with her Vera.

A tumult of emotions cascaded through her ranging from euphoria at spending the night with Vera, and what she had done with her. Was she Vera's pet? Her slave? That wasn't just roleplay... She knew deep inside herself that she had agreed to serve the Head Girl. And when she thought about it she found that while she was nervous about serving Vera... she didn't regret agreeing and there was a bit of her that was most definately looking forward to it, or at the very least being able to spend more nights with Vera!

Despite that, there were a lot of half formed questions in her mind... such what being her slave would entail. She also really didn't like that term but... what she felt for Vera eclipsed it. As she saw Vera step into the bedroom, her hair already brushed behind her like a silver waterfall. She was clad in a simple bathrobe and seeing her in the light of the morning Anne made a decision.

Wordlessly she slipped out of the bed, walking a little self conciously across to her, kneeling at her side. She had made her decision last night and she had decided to stick by it, and see what the future held. She would watch, observe and decide as she saw more. She didn't want to give up Vera yet, no matter the discomfort of being her "pet".

Emotions flared behind her as the sleeping beauty finally awaken. The reactions were to be expected to the point that it was possible the woman would indeed flee. But, was this really anything the woman had not experienced before? Well, Vera could claim that the sex was perhaps the best Anne ever had but she would not verbally say such a thing. The only difference was the student was not in the basement being punished nor was she being stimulated under the guise of helping her with her 'dreams' and other matters. No, this was all real as was the silver haired beauty stretching slowly in the room.

Despite the worry and fear, Anne slipped out of bed. Once again, the girl was concious of being in the nude despite having showered with and slept with the woman before her with no clothes on already. Still, it did not stop the student from moving closer and falling to her knees. Her head had lowered to the floor submissively. It seemed the woman had made her choice.

"Good morning, Anne," Vera said cooly as she reached down and stroked the woman's black hair, "I hope you slept well. You look nervous though. Is something the matter?" Of course, she could guess what issues the woman may be having. But acting as if nothing was wrong would only make this exchange seem more normal than it really was. "Can you tell me what you have learned last night? You wanted to help me, wanted to please me. Have you learned more on how you will accomplish that?" Her hand would go lower, stroking a cheek before gently lifting the woman's chin to make her look up at her owner.

As she sank to the floor by Vera she wondered "What am i doing?" Her? Kneeling beside another? Her parents would be amused in the extreme at the former rebel who resisted all their lessons, doing such a thing of her own free will!

Her emotions coiled around inside her, seeking answers and surity from herself... and, unconciously from Vera, the girl who had orchestrated such a change. It also didn't help that she was naked. It wasn't so much the embarressment of someone seeing her naked, but more the feeling of vulnurability that it left her feeling. She really wished she had taken a sheet from the bed.

As she knelt, her head bowed (mainly to sheild her face as her thoughts roiled inside her) she heard Vera speak, her voice soothing and calm. It felt like it held more questions than answers, almost as if she was searching for something herself. Before she could give voice to her questions Vera's hand moved through her hair. She had to admit she loved that feeling! It shifted, downwards, stroking her cheek that created a little ripple on her skin that mirrored itself against her turbulent psyche before moving to lift her eyes upwards to meet Vera's own.

There was something in those cool blue eyes that robbed Anne of her questions about last night. She wanted to ask if Vera was serious about her being a slave. About Vera being her Mistress. About what she had chanted over and over again as she was fucked beyond endurance. But, under that gaze she knew the answers. It was further reinforced by the fact that everything she said was entirely true. She did want to help Vera. to please her. She had come here to spend the night with the beautiful Head Girl, which she had. And on top of that she had absolutely no regrets about any of it. She could, as something of an understatement, get used to spending nights with Vera.

"I.... I...." She faltered, her mind rebelling against her emotions and conflicts raged within her. Vera offered her something she had always wanted, namely the ability to stand. She also offered something that Anne had never believed she would want, which was to simply be with someone... Well, specifically Vera! The thought of being with the woman made her skin tingle and her heartrate increase slightly.

The price for all of this? To be her slave. To obey. to be subservient in all things to her. Something she had fought against for most of her young life, albeit in a different form. For anyone but Vera, she would have fought directly against them, tooth and nail. She would have flung offers of power, offers of money, offers of freedom back into their faces and laughed. Even the prize of being able to stand alone like she so desperately wanted she would have walked away. She would have quite gleefully mocked them for even trying to make her kneel. But... Vera herself changed everything, although she couldn't explain why.

It could have been what people called love. But, despite the times she had been declaring her love for Vera she didn’t truly believe it. For Anne love was an odd emotion that happened to other people. Her upbringing had very little in it and it had left her more than a little jaded. It was sad, especially as she would have loved to be able to fall in love like others so raved about. But… she was beginning to wonder if it was just that that drew her onwards.

Despite all this, and the fact that Anne knew all that she needed too, she still had the ungodly need to hear the words spoken which would merely confirm what she already knew. She also knew however to ask, to push Vera... her Mistress... would be a pointless exercise. One that would also end badly. Finally, she wrestled her own thoughts and emotions into a pattern. Looking up into into those cool blue eyes she managed to draw out what she needed to say. The words felt alien on her tongue, despite the repition she had made the previous night.

"I… That I am your slave, and you are my Mistress... and that my being submissive and obedient will please you"

Her green eyes remained upwards, almost defying her own desperate urge to look away as she spoke.

The woman remembered the words but not necessarily the full reason she was willing to say them in the first place. It was a start. Vera's finger lifted higher, beckoning her pet to rise to her feet. "You are hesitating again, slave," she said softly, "How do you ever hope to have what I have if you cannot even stand behind your own words and decisions? Is this not what you wanted? You wanted to please me and be in my arms and I gave you that opportunity, an opportunity I do not give freely. Or was I not good last night?" The Head Girl smirked slyly.

"Come here," she ordered, guiding her pet infront of a mirror. Vera gently wrapped her arms around the nude woman, the silver haired woman clad in her nightgown. "Are you ashamed to be with me like this? This was what you dreamed about, correct?" She added. Her hand slid under a breast, grazing it with gentle strokes as she made sure Anne looked into the mirror. "I take very good care of my pets as you found out last night," she whispered, "If something is bothering you, speak."

There was not exactly time for a full lecture and training session unfortunately. The sun would slowly rise and soon students would be waking up. Anne had to be back before then. Vera wanted to at least ensure some comfort in the woman before sending her off. There would be more opportunities to train her little slave to not have these hidden doubts and questions on campus and on future visits to the Head Girl's suite.

"No! you were..." She blushed bright red, no doubt in her mind at all about just how good that Vera was, embarressed with herself for hesitating once again.

Following Vera she stood in front of the mirror. Vera standing just behind her with a arm partly around her. The image she saw back was herself. The same girl that had shied away from mirrors and things that showed her her flaws. But, like at the dorm she could see something else. With Vera stood behind her, she could see it more clearly, although the image was still alien to her eyes. Unconciously she stood a little straighter., her pose moving, shifting as she took on elements of the same pose that she had held for Vera the previous night. Her eyes sought Vera's through the reflection.

"I'm not ashamed of you Mistress. It is everything i've dreamed of, and more."

She leant back into the Head girl her own arms resting over Vera's. luxurating in the Head Girls presence for a moment.

"Its just that i've spent my life avoiding being under anyone. I've resisted being the "proper" little girl that my parents always wanted me to be. What you want... is like that. It makes me uncomfortable. It just makes me uncertain is all."

Her nerves started to fray as she said what was bothering her. She didn't want to drive off, or upset the Head Girl that stood behind her... But she had asked what was bothering her.

"You are contradicting yourself, Anne," she cooed softly, "You say it is everything you dreamed of. You said you wished to help me, serve me to make my life easier. Now you say you are uncertain because you are serving me? Your indecision will ensure that those who bully you will continue to do so. Look at yourself in the mirror." Vera's hands slid over Anne's, guiding them to her breasts and squeezing them. She would teach those hands how to fondle herself as she looked into the mirror. "Now, tell yourself who you are. Tell yourself you are my beautiful slave. Anytime you have this doubt, I want you to remind yourself like this. Will you do this?"

Vera's hands would slip off of Anne's as she stepped away. She smoothed her gown as she headed for her living area. "In my closet should be a coat for you to borrow and cover yourself with on your way back to the dorms. I am sure your torn gown will not be able to entirely hide your modesty," Vera said calmly. The coat would help her pet on the way back and also give reason to return to the suite. It is Vera's coat afterall and she would expect it back eventually.

The only question that remained was what the new slave would do with this new experience? Perhaps the student would try to sort things out for a few days just like before. But, Vera had no intention of letting the woman recover. Already, she was deciding times to find her pet and continue and reinforce last night's training. She would ensure this woman remained tightly wrapped around her finger.

As ever, Vera's words made sense. They didn't erase her extreme discomfort but they certainly gave her mind something to chew on, rather than just resisting the term. Following Vera's guidance she watched herself stroke her own bosum as she obeyed.

"I am your beautiful slave." The words came out softly as her fingers pushed gently against her own soft flesh. Watching herself actually fondle herself like this was strange in the extreme and it almost feeling like it was someone else doing it. Almost, but not quite. She experianced that same euphoria that she seemed to get when Vera complimented her and she smiled softly at the Head Girl.

With a bob of her head she acceeded to Vera's request. "I will Mistress"

As Vera stepped away, telling her to take one of her coats Anne almost started. So wrapped up in Vera, waking up in a strange bed and all the conflicting thoughts and emotions she had completely forgotten that she had class later, that her clothes were damaged and that she had to get back to her Dorm before anyone was up and about!

For a moment she stood there, looking around trying to remember exactly where those clothes were before almost dashing to get them and change into them. As she buttoned up the blouse she grimanced, seeing the damage done to something that really had been a beautiful top. "Bitches." She thought, in a rather unladylike manner about Becci and the others.

Slipping on her shoes she moved quickly across to the closet, taking one of the shorter coats that looked like it fit her smaller form. Slipping it on she buttoned it up. Her hair still looked more than a little disshevelled but at least she looked mostly presentable. More like a student that was running very early morning errands as opposed to someone trying to return to their dorm without being noticed.

Before leaving though she returned to Vera. "Thank you Mistress" Anne said, although she wasn't certain herself if it was for the coat, for the night or something else entirely. For a moment she hesitated. Then, making a snap decision, stepped forward, standing on tiptoes and gave Vera a quick kiss on the lips, before turning and slipping out of the suite, making a rapid pace back to her dorm to shower, change and get to class.

For once, Lady luck smiled on her and she only saw the occasional student who looked like they were doing the same thing as her, and she arrived back at her Dorm (which was also empty!) unmolested. Stripping out of her clothes she stepped into the shower, preparing for the day ahead.