Vera's hands on her body, as always made made the young student want to melt. But, with a class in session she was really rather worried about making any noise. Vera's breath tickled on her neck and she bit her lip as she felt teeth graze along her sensitive skin.

Vera's words made her sink further into her embrace, opening her legs slightly to make it easier for her fingers to stroke her. As her fingers dragged up and down her mound, for a moment she thought that Vera was completely out of her mind... If she made a single sound... Well...She didn't want to think about what would happen. Even a Head Girl surely would have to answer to teachers and definately the Headmasters... And then there would be the problems with the loss of respect from the students.

The thought only made her even more determined not to make a sound. She wished she had something to bite down on because if Vera kept working her body like this it was going to get very VERY hard to keep silent. She wanted to reply to Vera, to tell her to slow down.. or to speed up... Or to tell her that she loved her. Instead though she kept her lips pressed together, keeping her breathing as stead as possible despite how hot her body was feeling.

This thought was punctuated as her nipped another bit of her neck, the small amount of pain merely amplifying the sensations coming from everywhere else. The most important thing though was to be quiet. Rather than simply just melting and forgetting herself she kept running that thought through her mind, but, she still pressed into the taller head girl, one arm reach around to lightly touch her leg, the other caressing Vera's hand as it slid up and down her covered pussy.

The class seemed to drag on while the helpless student struggled to hold back any sound she could make. Despite the conflict, Anne's hands slid down and felt the woman dominating her. Vera smiled softly in the darkness, gently sliding her hand over to rest over Anne's. There, she guided the student's own fingers down into her skirt and panties. Slowly, she made the woman's fingers dance and tease her own awakening pearl. The motions were not entirely for pleasure though but of torment, teasing the sensitive nerve but never enough to send the pet over the edge. Vera repeated the motions with Anne's fingers over and over again before slowly moving her hand away. Just as it seemed like the hand was going to pull away entirely, it returned to rest on the woman's hand and correct the motions back to where they were. She would teach her pet how to make herself ripe and ready to be taken by another.

The free hand turned Anne's head and then their lips met. The kiss was soft at first, growing deeper the longer the two held the embrace. While the slave tormented her own clitoris, Vera began to play with those heavy exposed tits. Her tongue pushed into the student's mouth, wrapping and taming the woman's tongue before sucking deeply upon it. When the woman's body sagged against Vera's body in defeat, the tongue pushed further and into the back of her throat.

The professor's voice was clear as he spoke to the entire class though it was doubtful any lessons from him were reaching Anne's brain right now. Vera's hips ground gently against her slave's rear, causing the woman's hips to buck forward against her own stroking fingers. She squeezed and molded the woman's breasts like firm clay. Her thumbs rolled those rock hard nipples over and over again, not giving her pet a moment to think or breathe. The Mistress continued to kiss her slave, taking full control over her precious property.

Anne had shut her eyes a to concentrate. Her fingers moved carefully, moving along that small path around her privates, sliding up past her clit, around her nether lips. Each stroke sent delicous waves op pleasure up her body and around her senses. So caught up with the motion of her fingers she was surprised when she felt her head turned. As their lips met she felt like sighing with happiness. Letting the kiss deepen, Anne's tongue stroked against Vera's, submissively reacting to the Head Girl just as her body reacted the same way. With her fingers working at her pussy, she endured circle after madding circle from her own fingers as her tongue was pushed aside and Vera's tongue worked its way further into her mouth as their lips were locked together in a lovers embrace.

With the smell of Anne's arousal already permeating the small cabinet it was a good thing at there were no students close by that might be able to smell anything. The small gap in the steel door would let such things out. With any luck anything that was smelt would just be put down to overactive imaginations.

Anne didn't think of any of this, completely caught in the moment. As Vera's hands continued kneading her large mounds of tit-flesh and with her own fingers moving in increasingly jerky circles around her wet netherlips all the focus that he had was concentrated onto Vera's command. Just like she had a couple of days before where she had held on to the command to stand, this time she held the desire to be silent in her brain. However, unlike the suite though this time Anne had Vera herself next to her. Vera's own subtle scent mingled with her own arousal and it filled up her senses further losing the grip on anything but Vera, her own need and that command. She only needed a little bit more and she could come... But while he maintained the careful motions around her clit she would be able to hold off.

The increasingly wet sounds made from her fingers as the moved around her cunt were fortunately muffled from her panties and skirt, but how much longer could Anne hold out before coming? That would be the real test... The longer she stroked herself the harder it would be to keep quite when that orgasm hit and she had no idea now how long they had been there. 10 minutes? A hour? She was beyond caring and continued kissing the Head Girl with all the passion she could muster, letting her body continue to mold into Vera's embrace, any sound that even attempted to escape her control being halted by those lips on her own.

She could feel her pet's pulse throbbing rapidly within those luscious orbs she was groping. The heated flesh molded around her fingers with each hard squeeze. The smooth skin of her palm dragged over the tender mound as her fingers pinched and pulled both engorged teats outwards. She pulled them as far as they would go, letting them pop free from her grip before returning to squeezing and massaging once more. The kiss broke, allowing the aroused woman a chance to breathe. Within the small cabinet, everything sounded much louder as the lewd sound of squishing juices filled the air amongst the loud voice of the instructor outside.

If it was only this, perhaps Anne had a chance. But Vera was only just starting. While her pet regained her breath, her hand slid down and once again found that vulnerable pearl. With renewed vigor, her fingers began to rapidly stroke and rub the swollen bulb of nerves. There was no end to it. The finger flicked quickly, striking the very top of the aching clitoris. Jolt after jolt of pure electric bliss would run up her pet's body. There would be no opportunities to beg for it to stop or keep going as the poor helpless student struggled to remain completely silent. Vera's intention was obvious, she wanted her pet to cum and cum hard right here inside this cabinent while the lecture continued just outside.

Every breath of air would bring more of that musky scent of sex to their senses. Vera continued to stroke the swollen nub as if it were a tiny cock. Occasionally her fingers would pinch to add sparks of pain which only made the pleasure all the more irresistable. Would Anne be able to be silent through her orgasm? How much more would she be forced to endure in this erotic test? The fingers would keep going and going even through the slave's orgasm, allowing no time to cool off and recover.

Pain and pleasure.

It all merged into one. The sensations from having her nipples pulled and her breasts mauled made the muscles of her neck stand taught for a moment as she resisted the gasp that tried to escape her throat, her fingers rhythmically working at her sex. As Vera's lips left hers she experienced a moment of puzzlement at the lack of sensation.

It took a moment to properly register what had changed as she felt Vera's hands move down her stomach, pushing her hand away and plunging directly between her legs rubbing directly over her massively sensitive clit. With her own hands she had already fully awoken it and it stood out from its protective cover, completely vulnerable to Vera's fingers. The first touch almost made Anne come on the spot and her hands gripped Vera's wrist tightly - not to take the hand away but like someone would grasp a lifeline.

The second and third flicks sent her over the edge and she felt her inner walls contract, ripple and then compress as her orgasm began. It roared through her, attempting to obliterate thought and replace it with unthinking pleasure and for a heartbeat she wavered, her breath frozen in her throat just as her muscles stood taut over her shoulders and arms. Vera's finger however wasn't frozen and the flicks became firmer rubs, pushing that inexorable force onwards, the additional pressure forcing its way through her as she desperately tried to keep it inside, not to let a sound out.

In desperation Anne's hands flew from Vera's wrist and wrapped around her neck, pulling her into a deep kiss. The feeling of Vera's lips on hers gave her the focus she desperately needed to maintain the quietness so demanded, although she let lose a long gasp of breath directly into the Head Girls mouth as she came. Unchecked, her orgasm rocked her and she clung to Vera like she was the only thing in the world, shaking and shivering as the first orgasm ended and another began without even a fraction of a seconds reprieve. And another after that.

For Anne, the sounds of the lecture, of her own sex and even her own breathing had disappeared in the wake of her own pleasure. With her lips locked with Vera's, and with her arm around her as best as she could manage somehow she kept the need to be silent in her mind using the feeling and her own emotions towards her as a crutch. With that, she succeeded in keeping quiet although she couldn't say how close she came to just letting go and screaming her pleasure to the world, a sound that would have echoed out of the cabinet and most definitely lead to their discovery. It was remarkable that no-one seemed to notice the smell or the sounds of her own wetness as Vera's fingers moved between her legs although such things were a LONG way away from Anne's mind.

With her eyes were squeezed shut she fiercely assaulted Vera's mouth with her own tongue, clinging to her Mistress like it would save her life as her fingers pinched her clit once again, the pain pushing her into another orgasm which silently wracked her body.

Training a new slave always had its satisfactions. It was more than just training the mind and obedience. The body was a very important key that would lock more shackles upon the woman's psyche. Each new lesson made Anne's body more sexually aware. Pleasure can be the most intense and amazing sensation. One can yearn and hunger to feel more of it once they realize what it feels like to go without it. Like a drug, pleasure had its own addicting qualities. Her pet's body was becoming very well trained, reacting to the simplest of touches and was now completely submitting to Vera's whims. Each stroke brought another orgasm as the student came again and again. Unable to scream and even stifling her own moans, all that pleasure was held inside her, erupting over and over as it wracked her helpless body.

The insanity would not stop. The orgasms kept coming, sapping more of the helpless woman's strength, stamina, and willpower. Vera accepted the kiss, knowing the woman lacked the discipline to remain entirely silent for now. But the longer the kiss was held, the longer the Head Girl would rub and pinch that swollen bulb. The kisses would grow weaker but by that time, the woman would lack the breath to scream. She allowed the slave to sag against her body, trembling as untold amounts of bliss was brought to her body and soul.

Without warning, Vera gave a soft nudge that would push her pet forward. Without any support, Anne would be left falling forward towards the doors. The doors were unlocked and would give, opening wide to the bright lights and fresh air conditioned air. If the slave still had any strength or sense left to be aware of her surroundings, she would realize the class was over. The Head Girl would calmly step out of the cabinet, looking down at the glistening form sprawled on the floor before her. Clad in just a skirt, those exposed breasts heaved in the air.

Vera smirked slyly as she removed one of her shoes. Her bare foot slid up between the woman's thighs and under her skirt. Slowly, her big toe continued the work her fingers did, dragging right over that pulsing nub over and over again. "You may speak now, slave," Vera said calmly, "Tell me what you are and what is expected of you. Then you tell me what you have learned in today's lesson." With no other classes scheduled, the Head Girl could keep this erotic torment going until she received the answers she wanted.

With her senses reduced to that of herself, Vera and the pure, blistering pleasure that raged through her the small shove caught her entirely off guard. The kiss that had held her focus for so long broke and, her breath caught in her throat as she fell forwards, the cabinet doors bursting open as she scrabbled for some sort of purchase, something to prevent her from falling but there was none. With her arms flailing in front of her, blinking in the sudden light she hit the ground with a audible *smack*.

For a moment she lay there, the pain from the impact of landing on a hard floor being converted by her orgasm fogged brain into yet another sensation to be absorbed as pleasure. For a moment she lay there, her chest heaving as she drew clean air into herself. She had no idea how long she had been in that cupboard with her Vera… No idea how long she had been breathing in the smell of her own sex as she had come again and again. She couldn’t even quite remember where she was now!

With shaky arms she started to push herself up, oblivious to the smirking Head Girl directly behind her. Before she could reach a sitting position though she felt something drag down her over-sensitive pussy lips. She almost gasped as another wave of that glorious pain/pleasure coursed through her and her arms abandoned their attempt to make her sit up, instead lying face down into the ground with her arse high. With her panties a little down around her thighs there was nothing to prevent Vera’s foot stroke directly between those lips, Anne shuddering as another small orgasm tore through her but, as it had been for some time no sound left her lips, just her entire body vibrating to itself as her fingers balled, eyes squeezed shut.

With the Head Girls foot stroking her soaked cunt the words had to be repeated a couple of times before Anne heard and properly understood them. For a moment she thought she meant at class, which brought the image of where she was and why she had to keep quiet burning through her brain. She tried to sit up suddenly but was driven back as Vera’s foot moved slightly, pushing her back to the ground with gentle but sharp pressure directly on her abused clit. Mindlessly, she almost forced the issue, trying to scrabble back into the faux safety of the cupboard but with Vera firmly in control of her body she had no choice but to trust her.

Back on all fours she swallowed, the thin line of drool that had almost escaped her lips being swallowed in a noisy gulp, and with effort she forced back a little the intense pleasure that Vera’s foot was still forcing through her body so she could word her reply.

“I am your slave my Mistress” Anne said through faltering breath. It took a little longer to orientate her mind to answer the second part. With the cool air circulating her naked skin and the bright light burning into her brain she was struggling to keep herself upright.

God she ached all over! But Vera’s foot was insistant, moving between her lips, teasing at her clit and pushing between them on occasion, pushing into that soaked tight hole.

“I am to obey you M...“ Anne said, the end being cut short as another small orgasm ploughed through her, interrupting her words as it took her breath away.

“I am to obey you Mistress” Anne tried again as she got her breath back. “I learned that you trust me as I trust you my Mistress.” She forced though. As she had realized where she was she knew how much Vera must have trusted her. After all, how much trouble would she have gotten in if she hadn’t been quiet?

Vera standing over a servant who was on her hands and knees was always a satisfying position. Anne wanted to rise but was completely at the mercy of her Mistress's toe. The woman was exhausted but that did nothing to stop the unending heat and pleasure rolling through her body. Anne's body was aching all over from the constant tension and bliss she experienced. The poor girl was no doubt feeling sore muscles she never knew she had.

It took several moments and a few climaxes before the slave could muster a response to Vera's questions and orders. The Head Girl smiled softly, pleased that her pet was retaining all these important lessons. The silver haired woman pushed her toe against those soaked panties briefly before finally withdrawing. "Good girl," Vera replied, "Clean yourself from my toe and my hand and you then you may get dressed." As much fun as fucking her pet further, Anne was running out of strength. The Head Girl waited patiently for her slave to obey and do the tasks assigned. "You are mine," Vera said calmly as Anne worked, "In my office, outdoors, in class, no matter where you are, you belong to me. I hope you understand what I expect from you at all times now."

Once Anne got dressed and was back on her unsteady legs, the silver haired woman gave her pet another soft kiss. "That will be all for this lesson. Do not forget about your other studies," Vera dismissed the woman. There was no mention of a future meeting. That would be up to chance or Anne to decide. Would she seek out Vera after this? After all that has happened, there was little doubt. Even if the student did not, any chance encounter while on campus would be taken advantage of fully. Whenever there was an opportunity, Vera would take her pet someplace out of sight and continue to sexually torment the woman's body. No place was safe. Even getting caught between classes outside led to the slave being bent over behind a tree as her Mistress fucked her over and over again.

Of course, it was not only sex being taught that was certainly what kept Anne's mind open for manipulation. Vera answered any questions as long as they were not about sensitive topics. Any mention of monster or the unnatural would be dismissed as false rumors and Anne would be scolded softly for spending her time listening to such topics. Nothing about being a Prefect was directly spoken about unless Anne had specific questions. The Head Girl focused on broader skills as such as taking charge and leading others or various forms of problem solving. Whenever Anne came to her suite, such lessons were available either as questions or tasks along with more sensual rewards for performing well.

It was two days before Anne found her way back to Vera's side. Determined not to let Vera down again she entered her suite and quietly took her place, kneeling by the side of the Head Girl as she worked. She found that she wasn't disappointed in the slightest by her decision to return and she purred with pleasure as her Mistress's hand found her hair, gently smoothing it out before her lesson of the evening began.

The days turned into weeks, which then rapidly passed into a month, and beyond. Her first year and term as a freshman went almost unnoticed by the busy Anne and she began her second year at the school without a backward glance. However, while many students were busy learning the works of Shakespeare, or advanced trigonometry Anne began to learn from Vera. Her lessons included everything from how to modulate her voice to lead, to coax, to command. How subtle shifts of posture could be read. She was taught how to strip in such a way that it heated the blood of who watched. Among her lessons she was commanded to stand, for hours on occasion in such positions flaunting herself for Vera, sometimes blindfolded, sometimes not, but it always left her muscles growing stronger, able to hold the positions for longer and longer. She learnt how to organize herself in a way that meant she didn't lose anything from her own studies given the extra time she spent with Vera. And most importantly, Anne began to believe in herself. The lessons were everything she could have hoped, as were the rewards for excelling. The rewards for her failures, such as the time she mentioned a story she had overheard of a certain encounter between a pair of students and something that could have been out of one of her own dreams (which, fortunately hadn't occured at all of late) were fortunately soft, but left her in no uncertain terms of where she had erred.

She also learnt that her body was no longer her own. When Vera had said that "You are mine." She was being entirely serious. Anne found herself taken in halls, classrooms, her own dorm and even once outdoors. The "threat" of Vera turning up at any point to demand use of her body had an interesting effect on Anne. She found that she was always dressed properly, her clothes always impeccable and her bearing taller than it ever used to be. Rather than the unexpected visits breaking her down she found herself looking forward to them, the bow she made whenever she saw Vera hiding the happy smile that was often on her face at the sight of her Mistress. They were further cemented by the rewards for excelling in her studies under Vera. They ranged from soft kisses to orgasms that blotted out her mind.

The constant sexual assault also caused her body to react to Vera's touch more and more. Whereas she never had had any difficulty masturbating and coming, she found more and more that any orgasms that weren't gained from Vera weak and unfulfilling, while those under the Head Girls fingers and gaze rocked her world in a way she couldn't have envisioned and more than once she lay covered in sweat, chest heaving in her Mistress' arms, almost oblivious to everything that was around her aside from the arms that held her as she recovered. It was made all the more apparent how on the rare occasions that Vera spent the night in her suite, times that she lived for and enjoyed more than any time she could remember.

There was also one more effect from the lessons she learnt under Vera's careful tutelage. She noticed other students becoming a little more distant from her. While she always loved her own space and loved being ignored by others, it seemed to her eyes that there was an invisible bubble slowly being built around her. Some students going quiet when she was near. It was a small thing and Anne assumed that it was because of her relationship with Vera, after all... The amount of time she spent in Vera's suite would have had to be noticed! But she wasn't entirely certain how she felt about it.

Still, as time passed Anne found she had questions, although she normally held off from asking them as she was expected to be able to figure out most answers herself. As a result Anne found herself immobile, knelt quietly at her Mistress's side, topless, back straight and chest thrust out, her school skirt being her only attire on at all. Her eyes watched Vera work, slowly learning about how she organized, kept things moving smoothly in the large school given she was the only Head Girl and was unaided. It was impressive, and she once again a surge of love for her Mistress, that she was being trusted as much as she was to be able to see, and to learn as much as she had, especially in such a short time.

The Head Girl noted her slave's progress throughout the several months. The woman's aura was now a stable solid color. There was no more doubt. If she wanted, she had no doubts in her mind that Anne would obey anything she ordered whether it was in public or not. But it was not just ensuring the slave obeyed orders given. Vera wanted the student to be reliant on her Mistress. This was already in effect with how quick the woman's body reacted to even the simplest touches. With a mere stroke of a nipple, she could have Anne melt in her hands. Pleasure was a reward the young woman looked forward to.

Such control did not go unnoticed by the silver haired woman though. It was almost as if the rewards were fewer the more obedient Anne was. There were new requirements to earning pleasure and it was something Vera had been teaching her pet slowly over time. If the slave wanted to be fucked, she will have to beg for it. Other pleasures from other sources paled in comparison to Vera's touch. Anne now not only had to impress her Mistress but also make an effort to verbally beg for that hand to touch her. It was an extra step that no doubt took a bit on the student's part but the rewards were all the more appealing then. Every reward now felt as if it they were earned rather than just freely given. Perhaps the woman was not even aware that her focus of becoming a better person involved a constant journey towards her next mind blowing orgasm.

Vera was typing away. She did not seem to pay Anne's presence any mind at all. The woman had entered and willingly stripped infront of her desk to just her shoes and skirt before neatly folding the discarded garments and kneeling at her Mistress's side. She knew that when her pet was making an effort like this it meant the poor slave was having that itch again that only Vera could scratch. But, the scratch would not come yet as no attempts at begging were made. So instead, the Head Girl tested the slave's posture.

Back straight, chest thrust outwards, and arms pressing against the sides of her breasts while her hands rest on her lap. Vera would test all these with a simple action. The Head Girl briefly stopped typing to pick up a cube of ice from her glass. Without even looking, she reached down her side and pressed the cube into the woman's exposed cleavage. If any of those expectations in her posture falter, the cube will slide either off or down between the woman's breasts. Anne would have to hold her posture as the ice sapped heat from her breast and slowly melt, dripping cold water down her cleavage and smooth stomach. Vera did not need to look as she knew where her pet sat each time coming here. The Head Girl's unreasonable expectations were nothing short of perfection.

Without a word, Vera returned to typing her reports while her pet sat waiting.

Anne watched the motion and thus had a moment to tense herself before the icecube was dropped. The cold lanced through her and her eyes unfocused and her body tensed, each muscle forcing against itself as she strove to stay perfectly still. Outwardly she didn't shift. Although inwardly she felt herself vibrate as . Her hands pressed into her lap as she held the pose, determined, as ever not to let down Vera in anything.

With her ample breasts held up by her own arms in front of her, the icecube had no-where to go just as Vera intended. The cold spread throughout her chest making goosepimples form and spread down her arms and back but once she had passed the initial shock the rest of the cold was the easy bit. Although she almost came undone when the first drip of that ice-cold water slipped down between her breasts, along her stomach to start seeping into her skirt.

"ColdColdCold!" Her mind broadcast to her but she knew that her Vera demanded complete perfection. No matter how hard it was (or sometimes, how insane) it seemed Anne always tried her utmost to succeed and this was no exception. After the first minute she had become accustomed to the ice cold and had had refocused onto what the Head Girl was doing.

As the water continued pooling into her skirt it started weighing down into her crotch, pushing the fabric against her unprotected pussy. It made her think of the begging that was being demanded of her of late. It made her uncomfortable in the extreme although it was slowly becoming easier. But, she still found it embarrassing in the asking. Even the tests and hoops she had to jump through were easier than the initial request!

She forced her mind back to the present. Despite her mind wandering for that moment her posture remained perfect. Back straight, shoulders back and head high and she re-focused on watching what Vera was doing.

Vera acted oblivious of what her pet was going through. But her empathic abilities made it all very clear. The poor girl tried not to shiver as the cube sapped the heat from those tender breasts. A then glistening trail of water could be seen flowing down the student's stomach and into her navel. The chilling water filled and eventually poured from the woman's navel and into her skirt. Gradually, the ice would melt, growing smaller while leaving its cold moisture behind.

The silver haired woman could sense hesitation. Her pet was considering how to earn that sex she so needed. The need was important. If it was just a simple want, Anne would have just ignored it. Before, the student was reluctant about sex and those 'dreams' she has had in the past. Vera 'helped' her pet by making like it more and more. Months of hot passionate sex that lasted anywhere from half to several hours made that body react and yearn for it. She wanted her pet addicted to sex. She wanted her slave to feel empty when there were not fingers or cocks pushing into her folds. It was perhaps not at that stage but right now, her pet had an itch, a yearning for stimulation.

She could just order her pet to beg and Anne would have begun begging immediately. But that was not good enough. She already mentioned she did not want mindless drones. Mindless drones cannot be properly rewarded. There was more to begging than just begging when you need it. Vera had already educated her pet that she liked it when her slave is nice and submissive. She also enjoys playing with that accepting body of hers. Unfortunately, her pet seemed to only beg when she needs it and now when she thinks her Mistress does. Such selfishness would need to be corrected and that punishment was already underway by ignoring her pet's needs.

The typing continued and another ice cube was added to replace the melted one. If her pet refuses to beg, then the cubes will keep coming until it was time for lunch. Hopefully her pet will embrace those needs.

As the first icecube disappeared, another was added to exact position that the first one had vacated and the process began once again. The water, its path clear from its predeccesor and the slow drip of ice cold water found its way to her crotch, further increasing the pressure against her pussy. The cold water was both uncomfortable and cold, making her want to shift or at least take of her skirt, but moving would mean breaking her posture.

Another drip stuck, the material pushing further down into her lap and she could feel a bead of moisture thread its way through the material of her skirt and trace down her skin. It reminded her that it been three days since the last time she had visited and Vera was quite right in that she had an itch that she needed scratching. Of late Vera had been pushing her gently, winding her up in small ways such as a passionate kiss and embrace just before she left or telling her to do certain things when alone in her dorm like stroking her nude form in front of a mirror. It all added up and it meant that most times she came to see the Head Girl even small touches from Vera sent her libido into overdrive.

As the fourth piece of ice was placed on her cleavage the icy cold wetness was becoming incredibly uncomfortable and also a little distracting as the moisture soaked the skirt, the additional weight causing it to press uncomfortably against her pussy. She really needed to remove her skirt... or perhaps to ask for something more carnal but Anne was most uncomfortable asking, especially as to her eyes Vera was working (despite what she had already been told about asking for what she needed). But still, she needed to do something.

"Mistress? May I please remove my skirt?"

Those small touches would not come though as this little game continued. The ice kept coming and the student found herself shivering. Her skirt was wet which only made things worse. Hopefully the poor girl does not catch a cold from this. But Vera was careful and while she did not receive the question she was looking for, it was certainly a step closer. There was one sure way to get warmth back into that body but for that to happen, Anne will have to learn how to ask and beg for it.

The Head Girl grabbed the small tongs and slid the cold metal over those glistening orbs. She pressed them into Anne's cleavage and pulled out the partially melted cube. "Very well, fold it neatly like the rest," she answered. Now her pet could do what she needed without worry of failing the previous task. Once stripped down to only her shoes and socks, Anne would no doubt return to where she was. A fresh cube would replace the previous. It was like nothing had changed beyond the removal of the skirt. That was not too surprising though as simple things like that would never change the routine. Vera has had Anne clean her suite and cook food in the nude or in just an apron and at other times in full uniform. Though the Head Girl was consistent in her expectations, the tasks do vary slightly to keep her pet thinking.

Now there was nothing protecting her exposed folds. Gradually, the ice melted once again. Drop after drop would flow down Anne's shivering body. Each drop seemed to hit right over her hood before spliting along those netherlips. The process repeated over and over as if this was some form or torture rather than a test or task. If the woman's pearl becomes exposed, the icy drops would graze over the sensitive bulb of nerves over and over again.

Greatfully, Anne stood, unfolding from her kneeling position with grace that she hadn't had a month ago, before shimmying out of her skirt with a artful sway. Her lessons under the head girl had given her a body confidence that she had never known before and as she folded the skirt she didn't think twice at her nudity. Adding it to the pile as instructed she knelt in the exact place, folding her hands delicately onto her lap she straigtened her spine, thrusting her breasts out as before

Almost as soon as she achieved the correct posture Vera placed another icecube on her. The chill ran straight through her and she once again concentrated on remaining perfectly still until she got used to the coldness. Before long the cube was melting, a steady drip of water running down between Anne's breasts and, with barely a pause, running through her nether lips, over her clit and lower.

The first few drips were warmed by her skin and despite the tickle it gave her body she ignored it. It wasn't until the next icecube where the ice ran in a thin rivulet down, pooling in her navel and dropped directly over her clit that her body properly awakened.

The cold lanced through her body, this time sending a short, sharp wave of pleasure through her groin. For a moment she wondered what Vera really had in mind. Was it testing her posture or something else? She hesitated, fighting with herself for a moment before speaking.

"My Mistress... Please can you make me come?"

Such simple words, but they still came hard to her lips when her body was still cool.