The confused woman apologized. It was certainly a start as it at least showed that the student knew she did something wrong. Vera stopped after a moment and reached down to stroke the woman's long black hair. "Do you know what you are apologizing for?" the Head Girl asked. Anne was kneeling beside her as she was taught before. When uncertain of what to do, her pet fell back to her servant training. Hopefully, the woman will come to rely on that training more and more until it becomes second nature for her to kneel and obey like a good little girl.

"You poor thing," she cooed softly, "You made a mistake and now it is taking all your focus. You even forgot to bring my coat with you. It is fine, you can return it another time. Do you remember when you did wrong before? When it took you to the basement? Remember what is expected of you? Recite what wrongs you committed and how you can correct them." Her hand slid down, stroking Anne's cheek like she had done many times before. She knew how the woman would purr from just stroking her hair and lean into her touch as if afraid it would leave her. The physical contact itself was like a pleasant drug that she could not have enough of. Vera's gentle touch was to let her pet know she was not going to strike her down or anything of the sort. This was merely an opportunity to learn and improve just like those other lessons.

"I do Mistress"

Anne blinked abruptly at the mention of the coat. She had been so wrapped up with Vera and what she had done "wrong" it had completely slipped her mind. It would still be hung up in her closest! How could she forget that? Before she could start with the mental recriminations Vera continued, the words familiar and the mention of the basement reminding her of a time before and a pail of ice cold water.

She shivered, her body remembering it. But, how far had she come since then? Knelt by the very same person that had done that to her, but at the same time enjoying that soft touch, revelling in it. She shut her eyes a moment letting that touch warm her, almost calm her before she answered the question. It felt good, not just from the touch, but also from the fact that it was there at all. She hadn't realised quite how worried she had been about upsetting Vera!

"You asked me to expose myself and I hesistated, checking if there was anyone else there rather than trusting that there wasn't." Anne said. She elaborated far more than she needed too, trying to get out how she felt about it. "From your reaction you want me to trust in you... to not worry and not second guess yourself. But while I trust you... you surprised me" Anne blushed a little at this, not just from the surprise at Vera, but her telling her to lift her top for the Head Girl. "You being there was unexpected and if someone asked you to do the same wouldn't you want to check? What if you missed something? Surely you want me aware and thinking?"

"I'm not ashamed to be with you. I'm happy with you, more than I ever thought I would be! You must understand this!" Annes eyes sought Vera's as she knelt, trying to impart just how she felt although she was finding it hard to find the words. No matter how hard she thought about it she never seemed to be able to find the words to explain how she felt.

"No," Vera replied, "I would obey the orders given to me as that is expected of me. You now claim I lack the competence to properly own you and take care of you and that is why you looked. Aware and thinking have nothing to do with it. If you were aware and thinking you would know that I take my role here on campus very seriously and the last thing I would do is jeopardize it or you. But, apparently you are only thinking and being aware for yourself for your own sake. Your hesitation could have drawn more attention to yourself. People notice nervous and timid attitudes. But even then, would it really matter?"

She gripped Anne's chin and forced her to look up at her Mistress. "Are you saying you will only be obedient and love me when no one is looking? Is that it? If someone saw you worshipping your Mistress, would you just flee and leave your owner to deal with it by herself? Once again, the only reason you looked was because you still are concerned what other students think of you. Now, you are making me repeat lessons I have already taught you before. So far, you have shown that you have no discipline as my slave. How can you possibly reach what I have if you are incapable of this much?"

Anne tried to explain her flaw but it only revealed further flaws. "I am disappointed in you, Miss Deas," she added softly to further drive in how poorly the student handled this matter. The Head Girl allowed her finger to flick off her pet's chin, allowing her to lower her gaze if she so chose. It would be up to her pet to decide how to handle herself and show that she has truly learned and improved herself in the eyes of her Mistress.

"I..." Anne's protestation trailed off to nothing as she realised that she had nothing to say. She let her gaze drop to the floor and knelt quietly.

It made her angry. Not against Vera, but against herself. Each time she was tested it seemed like she came up wanting! It was like climbing an impossibly sheer cliff. Vera's standards made her own, and own parents look easy to adhere too! It was maddening. And frustrating. And she just wanted to damn well get something right for her! What made it worse was that it was silly things she was getting wrong. It was almost as if she was fighting herself! Each of her normal reactions seemed to be in error somehow. And if that wasn't bad enough that each error was perfectly valid! Of course Vera wouldn't jeopardise herself over something like that. Who in their right mind would? And hadn't she enjoyed noticing those people that looked like they had something to hide with furtive looks, hesitation where there should be none?

Why couldn't she just plan ahead and see these things herself? Why were her standards so unbelievably high? But... Wasn't it those self same standards and ability that Anne wanted for herself? So how to get them when she couldn't even do the simple things correctly?

"Mistress... I will do better. I am sorry for being a little slow at the moment. You teach and I learn but you make it apparent that I have a lot still to learn. You told me to observe, to only ask questions when I couldn't see the answer, or couldn't find the answer out from observing. And I do. I will get it right. Your standards are high... Higher than I belived was possible but they are worth maintaining. I am not thick and if you continue to teach me I will improve to match them. But... I don't know how to show you that i'm sincere in my desires. In my desire to learn, and to make you happy."

The words poured out of Anne as her eyes looked back up. The anger that sparked within her made every word sincere. She hadn't come this far to lose what she could almost feel in her grasp. Learning how to stand was only a part of it, as she wanted Vera as well and she wouldn't let herself fail. Her own failures irritated and frustrated her especially as she knew that she /could/ do better. And she would.

She could sense the woman's anger but whether it was directed at her or not she could not say. The student was certainly not lashing out at her Mistress with that anger though. It was true, Vera had very high expectations but it was absolutely required. She was allowing someone to work closer with her and it was possible that working closer may allow said student to see more sensitive things that happen in the school. Furthermore, she was giving her bed to this woman. These were levels of trust that not even best friends could easily match. Working for Shokushu is her means of protection but is also her most dangerous job. But this poor student had no idea and only saw a student with rank who worked closer with the school's staff than ordinary students.

Rather than use this as an excuse to flee, Anne continued to allow this powerful authority to rule over her, to shape her into someone different. Whether it was due to being stubborn or not, the student declared she would remain and continue to improve herself. It was perhaps the best answer the woman could give short more submissive actions. But if this one was willing to charge forward and confront this high expectations, Vera would certainly not disappoint her pet on such a challenge.

"Very well, I shall forgive you this time," Vera said calmly as she turned her chair towards Anne. She extended one foot slightly. "Recite what you have learned while kissing my feet. Then perhaps we shall move on to the next lesson." Already, the Head Girl had plans to test her little pet further and to further break down the woman's resistance.

Fleeing didn't cross Anne's mind. While it would have been an obvious way to get out, it also would have been running away and Anne had had enough of running. Instead she was intent in wanting to learn, even through what she was certain it was going to be a lot harder than she had believed. But, she firmly believed that it was worth it. Not just for what she could learn - that different Anne that was tantalisingly close, but for Vera herself.

"Thank you Mistress" Anne replied as she turned to face Vera. Gently she removed Vera's shoe placing it to one side before bending down and letting her lips press against the top of the foot gently. "I am to obey you Mistress, without hesitation" The words were breathed into her foot before she placed another kiss on the surface. "I am to serve you." Another kiss, this time placed just above the toes. "I am to trust you" Another kiss. "That your standards are worth fighting for and that I have a lot yet to learn."

She carried on kissing Vera's foot until she was instructed to move, letting each one linger slightly, enjoying the press of flesh against her lips. The anger she felt at herself still seethed a little inside her, keeping her head clear and focused as she continued with her task.

Despite the woman's resistant attitude, her pet willingly bent down and proceeded to worship the Head Girl's foot with those warm lips. Each kiss was followed by a lesson learned and what is expected in her future role as a slave. The submissive act seemed to calm the girl a bit, giving the woman something to focus on besides her own frustration. She allowed her pet to continue for several moments, letting her recite every wrongdoing before finally withdrawing her foot.

"We shall see if you learned your lesson soon enough, my precious little pet," Vera said calmly, "But for now, you will strip for me. Take off everything and put it neatly on the chair over there." This would be Anne's opportunity to show if she had learned anything about how to strip and present her body properly. Hopefully the young woman showed at least a little progress in this. Once the task was finished, Vera rose to her feet and proceeded to walk away. "Go to my window and open the curtains, hold them in your hands and do not let go." She ordered as she left into another room.

For a few moments, the student was left standing in the nude before the large window with the view of the campus before her. Would someone see her up in this window or worse, would another student come into the suite and see her like this? Vera returned shortly with a small bag. The first thing that came out was a blindfold which she used on her little pet to prevent any further peeking. There was now no way of knowing if someone was coming in besides the sound of the door. "You will remain here, holding these curtains till I allow you to leave. Do you understand, slave?" she whispered into Anne's ear.

While her pet remained standing and holding the curtains, she would feel pieces of metal or plastic attached to her nipples. Two rounded objects were pressed around her clitoris on each side as well. The attachments were all powerful vibrators what had cords running all the way to a single dial that decided the settings. The final item would be much easier to understand through touch as a long vibrator was pushed into Anne's sex. With orders already given, Vera turned the dial. All the vibrators hummed to life and the one inside the woman's sex proceeded to both hum and pump deeper into her body. It started low at first, the frequency of all the devices seemed to be in complete sync and built upon one another as they rippled through Anne's body. The sensation only multiplied as another click brought it to medium, then high, then something beyond that.

Vera left the devices on their maximum setting and simply walked away. Anne would be left holding the curtains and on her feet as a humming rod pumped fast and vigorously into her core while the other devices hummed through her other sensitive areas of the body. Being machines, they would not tire or stop even if the woman they were pleasuring proceeded to climax and lose strength. The Head Girl returned to her desk and began quietly typing away at her computer once more.

Anne stood, stepping back slightly to give her room to strip. Nervous energy rippled through her replacing the frustration that had been there not a moment before. She remembered all too well her disasteros strip routine before an how badly it had been received. However, while she hadn’t been on any lessons, she had learnt a lot more about herself and her confidence in that body was a lot higher, at least around Vera.
She stripped slowly, letting her items fall off more than being quickly taken off. She moved with carefully deliberate actions, attempting to flaunt her body in that curious (to her own mind) way that Vera had shown her before. Letting her shirt pull at her breasts as she shrugged it from her shoulders. Shimmying out of her skirt slowly with her hips swaying as opposed to simply unbuttoning it and just letting it drop to the floor. Leaning forward and letting her bra loose over her shoulders, showing off her cleavage to Vera before dropping it onto the pile on the nearby chair. Each motion was slow and precise. It lacked any real flow from the motions and was done in a jerky way that showed Annes lack of confidence in her own body and her own actions, but, it was (to her own mind) better than that last attempt… And given how red faced from flaunting her own body she felt she hoped that Vera approved. Before she could gauge how well it was received Vera simply got up and turned, walking across the room to her private area, commanding her with her next instruction.

Anne watched her walk away before moving, opening the curtains as instructed. Once again she was treated to the beautiful view of the campus grounds, watching the students that were out moving around their own business. The day was still a little overcast but wasn’t raining like before and thus there were small groups spotted here and there. For a moment panic gripped her, and she wondered what would happen if one looked up and saw her… How much worse would that make the bullying that she had already endured? Did someone see her the previous time that set off her problems?

She wondered how long she would have to hold them, just as she tried to work out what would happen if someone did see her. Vera had just said that Anne had to trust her and that is exactly what she planned on doing. She assumed that if someone did see then it would be Vera’s problem… or at least that she would be shown in no short way how to deal with such an issue. It was fortunate that she was so focused on the outside it didn’t occur to Anne that the door was unlocked and any student or teacher could walk in at any point! As she thought she heard Vera approach behind. Looking around she saw Vera approach with a small bag. A puzzled crease appeared on Annes forehead as she wondered what the contents could be. Even as she wondered that she saw the blindfold and Anne suddenly wasn’t quite so sure that this was such a good idea… Naked? Exposed in front of the school? The only word that came to her mind was a rather short, paniced noise that sounded much like “Eeep!”

But, she had come here to obey, and obey she would. She didn’t move as Vera tied the blindfold to her head plunging her into darkness. From that darkness she heard Vera’s voice, telling her she was going to be here a while… “how long?” she thought, although the only words that were spoken was “Yes Mistress”

As Anne stood, she thought about this being a pure trust exercise. Simply a way to measure how sincere she was in her earlier words. It seemed fair.. although perhaps a little harsh! As she thought she heard (or was that felt?) Vera still moving close to her.

The sudden sharp pain of something hard and cold being attached to her left nipple was completely unexpected and brought a gasp from her lips. Still adjusting to the sudden sensation the same sensation on her other nipple brought a similar reaction. For a moment she stood there, her arms and legs locked into position as her mind tried to make sense of the new, hard edged sensations. The feeling as her nether lips were gently parted by Vera’s familiar fingers was a soothing balm and she felt herself relax into the touch for a second, until she again felt something cool pushed against her clitoris, fastening there tightly. Once again she struggled to adjust to the new cool sensation. The next sensation she felt came as a big shock as she felt a long, smooth object pushed deep into her. She almost cried out at the intrusion. Her sex and mind were both unprepared and the rough penetration HURT, to the point where she experienced a sudden urge to drop the curtains and punch the Head Girl. Fortunately for Anne she didn’t, managing to divert that reflex into a loud hiss of pain as she gripped the curtain tightly, using it to stand still as her body vibrated a little, fighting back the pain of the intrusion.

For a moment, Anne’s mind hung in the blackness, her inner walls trying to repel the invader that was sticking out of her while she beat down the waves of pain and what felt like betrayal. Flickered images of her rape she endured so long ago forced themselves onto her minds eye, imposed with odd snippets from those horribly intense dreams she had encountered since coming here. It almost brought tears to her eyes and she felt her temper roar back into life, wanting to fight something, to strike out.

*Click*

The sound was soft but it punched through the cloud of anger that was building around her. For a her mind staggered, confused what it was that made such a sound, her body still fighting down the feeling of that intrusion. And then her body registered the motion. Her eyes went wide as the light vibrations started to pour through her sensitive places. Still angry however she stood, muscles tense, back straight and green eyes blazing behind the blindfold. She could feel the object that had been forced between her legs start to move, slowly, purposefully into her, forcing itself between those dry walls just as those vibrations on those oh-so sensitive parts stimulated her libido, begging it and her to submit to them.

The anger she felt meant she just brushed it aside, standing tall. If anything she raised herself up a little straighter as if daring things to get worse.

*Click*

The feelings intensified as the she stood. She could feel the vibrations achieve a synchronous mesh within her just as they were designed. One vibration feeding into another only enhancing the pleasure that she could feel but her mind was still seething. A thought came to her as she stood, her eyes narrowed as she drank in the sensations from her body. A thought came to her that this was a test. One from her Vera and she knew it wasn’t one she was going to fail. She had already failed each test before and despite her anger at the terrible intrusion that Vera had inflicted Anne stood up a little straighter, unconsciously thrusting her chest out a little as she focused on the pleasure and Vera in her mind.

*Click*

The next click only increased the sensations once again. Anne gritted her teeth as her body started to respond to the cold repetition of the machines. She could feel her heart pumping its warm life-blood down to those parts that were being so stimulated. Her nipples, which stuck out further, pressing closely against those little vibrators that had been taped over them, Her clit, doing the same and she could feel the wetness between her legs as the sensations heated her body up with its relentless vibrations. All too soon came the first audible inclination that the machine was well suited to its purpose, as the first wet sounds could be heard as the phallus pushed into her.

*Click* *Click*

As the devices were put on their final setting Anne heard the movements of the Head Girl, her presence moving away, but she couldn’t tell exactly where too. Briefly, Anne thought she heard the sounds of typing but she could have been easily mistaken, her own senses scrambled from the lack of sight and the hard fucking she was receiving.

The first of her orgasms struck a little time after Vera had sat back at her desk. Despite her resistance the relentless fucking just pushed her across that edge without any care, any love or any feeling at all. Just cold, unfeeling thrusts, which continued even as Anne shook, her own juices pooling at her sex, soaking the dildo and filling the room with the loud wet noises of her being fucked. She stood though, forcing herself out of the pleasure that her body attempted to wrap itself in, holding onto the thought to stand, to hold those curtains. Her green eyes continued to blaze behind the blindfold, that thread of anger coiled in her, fueling her. To be quiet. To not let go of those drapes. To stand. To not let down Vera. To prove herself. The words echoed in her mind almost on repeat.

Another orgasm followed the first within minutes and after that it didn’t take much longer before Anne’s thoughts started to blur together. The intense vibrations that were erupting from her sensitive nipples flowed up her breasts into her chest where it merged with the raging, throbbing impulses that were created from the relentless fucking from her soaked sex and the dual vibe taped to her clit. She could feel her desire to stand being fueled and she WOULD endure. But.. the reason why she held to that desire soon became a muddle of confused thoughts, Vera's face telling her to stand being the one centre point as she put more and more of herself into simply enduring, without collapsing to the ground.

Time passed and she had no idea how long she had been stood there. Indeed, her mind had forgotten quite where she was as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her, wracking her body and mind while she still resisted crying out loudly as her body craved. Still, she couldn’t hide the pants of breath which soon became long gasps. But she still stood, refusing to let her legs buckle or let go of the drapes despite how she wanted to just curl up and stop the orgasms. Or perhaps give into them and let them course through her body, letting her mind go on them. She wasn't quite certain which. Even as she thought that her tired inner walls contracted and ripples once again harshly against the long dildo, pain from her exhausted muscles and abused cunt becoming like a sour counterpart to the pleasure that her body was forcing into her.

If Anne had made her anger more apparent, Vera would have considered punishing her for it. Rough penetration was hardly something to get angry over, especially on this island and as a supposedly loyal slave to another. Luckily, the Head Girl was not going to cheat and use her empathic senses as a means of evidence to punish the woman further. Whatever discomfort her pet was feeling right now would fade the moment the devices were turned on.

A pity the woman was so focused on her anger to fully enjoy the intense endless stimulation and bliss being introduced to her body. Vera's pet remained standing tall before the window, clinging to the curtains while her hips twitched and trembled. Despite the woman's determination, there was no ignoring what her body was feeling. Juices soaked those twitching inner thighs as the woman's sex hungerly contracted around the pumping dildo. The constant stimulation to other areas of the body brought more and more blood to the surface, making those engorged nipples and clit all the more sensitive to further humming vibrations.

Despite climaxing over and over again, Anne remained standing. The woman kept her cries to a minimum, leaving Vera to work in relative peace and quiet. Whether this was punishment or simply training, this session will help get those sore and exhausted muscles working and build further endurance to properly serve the Head Girl's needs. The young student was still inexperienced though and to continue would cause more harm than good. The silver haired woman finished what she was working on before once more rising to her feet. She approached the blind and trembling woman, taking the remote in hand.

The soft clicks may go unnoticed but the result would be apparent as the humming slowed and eventually stopped entirely. The Head Girl proceeded to remove each toy one by one without saying a word. Only when Anne was free of the erotic devices did she lean in close and whisper into her ear. "Good girl, you may let go now," Vera's hand stroked the woman's hair once more, petting her lovely slave, "A pity you did not enjoy my lesson. But there will be another opportunity to have a bit more fun in the future. Friday afternoon, go to room 205 in the Chemistry building. Do not keep me waiting, do you understand?" She continued to pet the woman's hair as the nude woman stood (or kneeled) over the small pool of her own sexual fluids.

Anne was, at first, only numbly aware that the sensations of stopped. She stood there , legs and arms trembling from having held the same position rigidly for so long. Her breath came in small pants as she felt Vera's hands on her, removing the clips from her nipples, then the vibe that had held her tender clit in its thrall, and finally the dildo that had fucked her so hard. The final two items were removed with no effort, slipping out smoothly coated in Anne's own come.

Anne stood, still holding the curtains as the blindfold was taken off. The sudden light made her wince in pain, her eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light. She heard and felt Vera's voice and gratefully she let go of the curtains, taking a step back to let them fall closed in front of her. When she stepped she found her shaky legs not quite able to support the motion and she staggered, dropping to one knee to save herself from falling. As she knelt on one knee Vera's hand found her hair. The sensation was most welcome, a smooth, clean balm to the pain from her abused sex and tired muscles. Placing her other knee down so she was kneeling properly she relaxed, enjoying the simple pleasure of Vera's hands in her hair, leaning in slightly to the strokes.

When it came, the instruction from Vera was a little strange to Anne's ears. Her mind hesitated a little over the words... Not quite understanding them. "A pity that she didn't enjoy the lesson?" Was she supposed to have enjoyed as opposed to forcing herself onwards? to stand? What would have happened if she collapsed? She regarded falling as a failure so that was out. Perhaps if she enjoyed it more? But then... She pushed it to one side as she thought about the second part of the command. At least the other part was clear enough! Friday... Her mind took a moment to realise that today was Wednesday. 2 days.

"Yes Mistress" Anne said quietly as Vera's hands moved through her hair. With her eyes half lidded she felt that she could have quite happily sat there forever, the soft motion and presence comforting her.

All too soon Vera moved away, and Anne took that as a sign to rise. Her legs were still shaky and sore but the time knelt had let her recover enough to move. As she stood she shifted and felt the dampness on her knees. Blinking as a moment of confusion took her she looked down to see the small pool of moisture on the ground, and for a second wondered what it was, until the realisation caused a blush to rise to her cheeks... She had come that much?

More than a little embarrassed she stood, moving across with slow steps to the chair to get changed back, her mind still not quite with it, simply replaying "Room 205, Friday afternoon". What did Vera have in mind? But... her heart was warmed that she was getting a chance to make this work.

A mere touch of Vera's hand was all it took to calm her pet. The slave was still in a sexual daze which was understandable. Despite the disorientation, Anne repeated the orders silently to herself. What would happen in that classroom? Would it be anything like what happened today? The woman's body was still suffering the aftershocks of so many orgasms in quick succession. But, no amount of wondering would bring the student to knowing what Vera would do to her next.

Once Anne had finished getting dressed, the Head Girl had a final order to give. "Do clean up the mess you made before you leave, Miss Deas," Vera called out calmly. Beyond that, the slave was dismissed and allowed to continue with her own personal business. The Head Girl made some calls to ensure her lesson would be more than prepared for Friday afternoon. Her pet would be having herself a long lesson ahead ofher soon enough.

Friday afternoon, evening classes would soon be starting. The chemistry building was not too crowded with only a few stragglers heading for their classes. Room 205 was on the second floor and was filled with large desks where lab groups could work together on a various projects and experiments. There were no students inside and no answer when the door was knocked. The door was unlocked, allowing Anne to enter. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, just an empty classroom. There was no way of knowing if or when another class would be arriving here. Vera was nowhere to be seen. Would she be coming soon? There were no notes saying what to do next. Hopefully this was the correct room.

Despite her tiredness Anne's cheeks went completely red at the almost off-hand command to "clean up her own mess". All Anne could do was stammer a hasty "Yes Mistress" before disappearing quickly to the toilet to get the items necessary to clean up her own come. With shaky limbs she knelt, scrubbing then drying the area where she had come so hard. With her nose full of the smell of her own come her mind started wandering, more or less in an attempt to escape. As she thought she found that while at one point she almost did punch out Vera (Which she was MOST glad she hadn't! Not because she knew it would have ended well for herself, but that she doubted she could have lived with herself, no matter how justified it was at the moment) she was actually happy. A small smile slowly emerged on her face as she cleaned. She had the chance to prove herself and spend more nights here and despite the bad feeling that she wasn't going to enjoy what her Vera was going to put her through she was certain that it would be worth it.

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The next two days went quite slowly for Anne, her mind, when free, keeping returning either back to either standing, exposed like that in Vera's quarters or about the coming rendezvous in the science labs. The former felt strange to her, almost as if had happened to another women. It wasn't just the unending orgasms she endured while she stood there, or the pain in her limbs (that had ached for a good day afterwards) but how she had been exposed to the entire campus... or if anyone had walked in. Trapped in her own private bubble she hadn't thought about it but afterwards... It was a most strange feeling and one she didn't know what to do with. On one side, running and hiding would be her normal reaction but.. somehow, as she thought further it actually seemed to be the wrong one! That odd image of that "other" Anne again calmly standing there again flickered at the corners of her eyes, a little closer.

What was she turning into? Whatever it was she was finding she actually liked it despite the fact that it scared her a little.

The other thought, she had no idea what to make of. What did Vera have in mind for her? No matter what ideas she came up with (everything from extra work or some sort of exam, to testing out some sort of chemical for her!

Eventually though, Friday afternoon itself arrived and she found herself dressed impeccably (as she found more and more her standard attire) in her pressed and clean uniform outside Room 205 in the Science block.

After knocking, and getting no reply she tried the door, pushing it open and looking inside. No-one. Stepping back outside the room she looked at the door number. Definately 205! So where was Vera? From everything that she had seen she was amazed that she wasn't here... It was enough to make her doubt herself. Perhaps she had the room number wrong... or maybe she was in the wrong block?

Looking around the room she found nothing out of place and nothing telling her what was expected or what she was to do next. Getting a little worried that she had made a mistake she again looked up and down the corridor, hoping to see the Head Girl making her way there. All there was were a couple of students hurrying along the corridor, perhaps to another class but no Vera.

Panic started to set in as she waited, she was sure that this was the right room at the right time... wasn't she?

Thankfully, Anne did not have to wait long. As doubt gnawed at the student's psyche, the door opened and Vera stepped inside. The silver haired woman was dressed in her perfectly kept uniform as always. Her light blue sash hung loosely around her hips as she calmly approached her awaiting slave. "You are here, good," she said simply, "Are you ready to prove yourself to your Mistress, Miss Deas?" The Head Girl wanted only one simple answer here. Questions were unnecessary, only obedience.

"Come with me," Vera continued as she walked past Anne and headed towards the back of the room. She opened the metal storage closet. It was already unlocked due to the Head Girl's connections. There were lab coats and goggles inside and plenty of space for the woman to step inside. She beaconed the student inside. "Close the doors," she said softly. The two would be left in darkness with only the faint slivers of light cutting through the small gaps between the doors. Vera would be up against the coats while her slave would be pressed up against the Head Girl's body as she faced outwards towards the closed doors.

"Now," Vera whispered into her partner's ear, "You are not to make a sound while you are in here. You need to be very... very... quiet." The main door to the classroom opened as the first of many students entered. This classroom was apparently in use at this hour for one of the afternoon classes. Once again, Anne's Mistress had put her in another uncomfortable situation. This time they were even closer and no music was playing to muffle any sounds they make. This was not just dangerous for Anne but for Vera as well. If Anne failed or panicked, it would be her Mistress being put on the spot as much as herself.

"Unbutton your blouse, slave," Vera ordered quietly as her hands began to slowly explore the vulnerable body infront of her.

"Yes Mistress" Anne replied. The relief when Vera walked through the door was palatable to the young student and she found herself smiling.

Relief however became curiousity as she followed Vera to the back, stepping into the closet and shutting the doors behind her as requested. Being pressed into Vera was most pleasant but didn't begin to answer what they were doing here. Anne stayed quiet, despite wondering what they hell they were doing in a steel locker in an abandoned classroom.

Vera's words tickled her ear and for a moment she fought the urge to turn around, to question Vera. The desire died on her lips however as she saw the door open and students started to walk in. Her head bobbed once as understanding coursed through her. She had let Vera down once before and instead it seemed that she was going to be tested in... well.. a trial by fire... One that would have some rather unpleasent consequences if she failed.

The fact that she wouldn't be alone in those consequences wasn't lost on her and she felt her trust for the beautiful Head Girl behind her step up another notch. Risking herself for Anne? It was stupid in Anne's book... But she was determined not to let her down. The fact that there were people meters away... Anne was going to try and not think about that, concentrating on Vera and more importantly, Vera's command to stay quiet.

Silently, she unbuttoned her blouse as she felt Vera's hands start to move around her body. She could feel her skin warm under those fingers almost immediately and as she released the final button she rolled her shoulders back, letting the blouse fall from her shoulders as she pressed back into Vera, giving her free access to her body.

More students filter in, taking their seats as a few small conversations began while they wait for their professor to arrive. Her pet obeyed, unbuttoning and even shrugging the fabric entirely off her shoulders. Now even if students notice what is going on, Anne will not be able to get her top back on in time. It did not concern the Head Girl as her hands slid up Anne's sides and grazed the sides of those bra covered orbs. She cupped them both, giving them each a firm squeeze before hooking her fingers into the cups of the bra. Ever so slowly, Vera pulled the bra downwards. Eventually, the two bountiful orbs would spring free from their confinement, leaving the bra still clipped and pushing up underneathe the lovely mounds.

The professor arrived and started his lecture. Things proceeded as normal in the classroom. Students were either looking at the teacher or their notes, unaware of what was happening just in the back of the room. Vera pinched her pet's nipples, tweaking and twisting them before soothing the pain away with gentle strokes. Warm breaths caress the woman's neck as the Head Girl proceeded to nibble and suck on her slave's tender neck. She was not going to make this task easy as a hand slid down the woman's smooth stomach and over that panty covered slit. Up and down, two fingers dragged over the still covered entrance all while giving her pet a teasing love bite.

"You are my slave," she whispered softly into Anne's ear, "What you have is something those students out there cannot have. Don't fight it. Embrace how good it feels to serve me." Her thumb stroked over where the woman's clit was through the thin fabric. Trapped in this little closet, the heat and smell of arousal would soon saturate every inch of this chamber. Depending on which class this was, this ordeal could last anywhere from an hour to three hours. How long could Anne survive like this?