The sounds of her Mistress coming were music to Anne's ears and she continued her attack on that sensitive bud of nerves throughout Vera's orgasm. With her face coated with the Head Girls come, Vera moved and she fell back onto the carpet, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to regain her breath. It took her a moment to realise that she wasn't actually orgasming any more, although her body shook slightly and she could feel her hungry cunt contracting on itself, the after effects of so many orgasms in such a small space of time being felt throughout her.

Outwardly she was a mess. Her black hair was plastered to her head, her face holding a silvery sheen from Vera's come, and her pale skin was red and covered in sweat. Lying there, legs still spread she could feel her own juices coating her legs as she lay in a pool of her own juices.

But, inwardly she didn't care. She had never felt so completely fucked. So completely satisfied... Although, she could almost go again... If she could just stand... Struggling, she half rolled to get an arm under her, or at least an elbow. Propping herself up on one arm was a colossal effort though and she could feel her tired muscles rebelling. She had heard the Head Girls words and was determined to get up to obey!

Her mind might have been willing but her body most definitely was not. With her focus lost now she had stopped cumming her bodys exhaustion became quickly apparent. Giving in on one arm she rolled to her front, pushing up stubbornly with both arms and eventually managed to return to a kneeling position. Her muscles simply had no strength left in them and the effort of getting that far left her a little light headed.

Her mind was still very much filled with euphoria, floating high in the clouds. Sitting there a moment she swayed a little before attempting to move at all, letting herself steady before she crawled ever so slowly on shaky arms towards Vera to obey, a smile playing solidly across her features as she moved.

Her slave was glistening with sweat and cum. The woman did not even try to clean her face off of the Head Girl's juices before she bgan crawling closer. The poor girl could barely even move much less hold herself up. But, a Anne devoted every ounce of strength and stamina towards obeying her Mistress. She even had a smile on her face as she basked in her heavy afterglow and aching muscles. Yes, her pet's loyalty could not be questioned at this point.

Vera would wait patiently, letting the slave slowly crawl closer and proceed to drag that warm tongue over her feet. Once she cleaned her Mistress, the Head Girl would lift the woman's chin with a finger. "You did very well, my pet," she said softly, "But you holding back so much means it takes longer to satisfy your needs. Seeing you yearning for me and begging for more pleases me. Remember that the next time you have doubts about asking for my embrace." With the woman too exhausted to be much use, Vera dismissed Anne for the day. Her pet would have time to rest and recover, thinking about what she just went through.

The next several days went much the same. The Head Girl would not seek to pleasure her pet directly but wait for the woman to beg for it. Begging was rewarded with Vera's undivided attention. Sometimes, the sex was pure with no drugs added into the mix while others included bits of that aphrodisic from before. It allowed the silver haired woman the means to compare and contrast the effects. Without ever mentioning the cream, would the body notice the difference or just assume every time those fingers plunge into Anne's body would be just as divine? She even occasionally added it to their times together on campus, making her pet beg for it in a hallway or in another room with the threat of someone overhearing her.

Once the requests became more common, Vera educated her slave on how to better beg for what she wanted. She taught the young woman how to make her body more sexual enticing through motion and posture as well as stripping. The Head Girl sought to teach her little pet that her beautiful body was meant to be admired and not embarassed about. Other occasions when time was not available, Vera would tease her pet a bit to get the slave nice and wet before introducing her to a number of toys. This include forms of bondage infront of the window with dildos and vibrators tormenting her or having the student impale herself on a dildo stand while infront of a mirror. Vera would advise her pet to consider playing with herself and repeating various mantras to further improve the experience. Of course the experience was improved by add that cream inside the dildos, allowing them to pump the fluid deep into the woman's body at set intervals.

Despite these new forms of training and lessons, Vera herself seemed to remain composed. Routines did not change as she worked diligently at her computer or at the table. She typed away at new reports, informing NICE labs of Anne's progress as well as the effects of the cream on her body.

The next couple of days were a little painful for Anne. Her muscles ached, but it was "good" ache you get from working yourself hard. One that releases those delightfully happy endorphines into the blood. Anne didn't need the extra happyness but she took it, and bounced along with her lessons with a smile on her face.

When she thought about it, she wondered why she had taken to calling herself a slut like that. Why she had come so hard and so often. But, in truth she didn't really mind. The distinction was there very clearly in her mind. She had been naked in public with Vera, fucked just out of sight of other students and teachers. She had been put in compromising situations with only her trust for the Head Girl to rely on. Where it came to her Mistress's desired, she would do what she wanted, when she wanted. In that regards, she was one. But... only to Vera. Everyone else could... well... to coin the vulgar term - "Go and fuck themselves".

The further lessons moved on, enhancing her own leadership abilities, her lessons, her ability to control herself and others. Added to the mix were the toys which she quickly came to love. Sometimes she wore specially made harnesses under her clothes, even in lessons. Sometimes Vera seemed to find her to check that she was doing as ordered, making sure that she was wearing what she was given correctly, that she was still stuffed with the gifts from her Mistress.

Anne learnt to love her body as much as Vera obviously did and she took an inordinate amount of pleasure of flaunting herself for her Mistress, loving the telltale flush of her cheeks as she gyrated in front of her. And the mantras finally stripped away the last few vestiges of that damnable self-doubt. They was hard to hold on to when you were naked aside from a complex weave of rope, standing in front of a mirror while a pair of vibrators worked inside you as you repeated "I am my Mistresses beautiful sextoy, I love being used for my Mistresses pleasure." as said Mistress watched, a smile playing on that beautiful face of hers.

Needless to say, these lessons developed Anne from the uncertain black haired girl into something far superior. Gone was the doubt in herself and she found she could, and did love herself. It changed those aspects of her personality that held her back and she found she walked with a calm, confident stride. That she could actually silence people with a look and that there really wasn't anything to be afraid about.

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Anne had finsihed cooking tea for Vera and they had sat down together to eat. It was one of those rare times where she acted and was treated as an equal, not eating off the floor by her Mistress' feet as she had on occasion. Vera used these times normally to ask questions, to test her mind and lessons and sometimes just talk about inconsequential things (although Anne had noticed that she had to pay attention even then... many of those inconsequentials had a tendancy to be important later!).

As they ate Anne took a moment to marvel at her Mistress. She could never quite get over how someone like Vera took such a close interest in someone like her. She loved Vera with everything she had, something that she never thought would ever happen. Certainly never to another girl! She loved the way her lips quirked. She loved how her hair fell - that white silver mane that marked her as something special. She loved the calmness she exhibited. She loved her voice. She loved how her body felt when they held each other. She loved... she REALLY the way her fingers moved inside her...

From watching quietly for the huge amount of hours they had spent together, Anne knew that Vera was a cold woman by her nature. From watching her she saw that she lived and existed alone, seeing others as almost a weakness. She also knew there was a lot that she hadn't seen, and was being kept from her, including some kind of price to her position. One that Vera wasn't ever going to talk about and Anne certainly wasn't going to ask or pry about. If her love.. sorry, Mistress wasn't going to talk about things that personal she would wait until she would freely, if such a day ever came. Even with those omissions, everything she had learnt taught her that she was being trusted more than anyone else she had come across, an exception to the rule. She was loved by Vera just as much as she loved her, and that thought made her happier than she could express.

Suddenly realising that she was staring, and not listing to the last couple of words that Vera had just said Anne blinked, embarressed.

"i'm sorry Mistress. Could you repeat that please?" Anne said, a little guiltily.

The woman's posture and composure were nothing short than perfect. Anne was able to remain completely professional when it involved business and become a wanton sex slave when it did not. She allowed her pet to come to her suite without any undergarments on, making the woman feel more vulnerable and ready for sex at a moments notice. Of course, today was not one of those moments or at least not just yet. Vera had spent the time asking Anne numerous questions about the student body, rules, and various facilities on campus. Beyond the hidden secrets of the island, her servant had become very educated in what this school had and was capable of.

Vera sipped her tea lightly, noticing the flares of lustful emotions and love radiating from her slave. Even while remaining completely composed, the woman could not stop thinking about the Head Girl. She smiled faintly behind her cup of tea, knowing that somewhere in that pretty little head those mantras were repeating over and over again in her subconcious. It was not entirely perfect as the woman seemed reluctant about the school staff not that Vera would send her pet to do anything out of the ordinary when it involved them. Today would reveal if her pet was capable of bearing a sash in her name.

"Hmph," she huffed, "You know what is required when I must repeat myself, Miss Deas." It was a quick and easy way for both of them to keep track of mistakes made. One mistake equaled one article of clothing. It was unlikely to run out of clothing before the day was over even without undergarments but it did give a sense of vulnerbility in her pet for failing her Mistress. Once the article was neatly removed, Vera continued. "I asked what your opinion is on the school staff? Has it changed after a year of being here, Miss Deas? If you are to work closely with me, I must know if you are capable of working with others. I have no use for lone wolves under my care."

Anne remained quiet for a moment as she thought on Vera’s question. It was one of those that she would have liked to lie about. She didn’t like speaking ill of people but a direct question wasn’t one that she was going to even attempt to wiggle out of.

“I don’t like most of them” Anne admitted. “While they are all experts in their fields, they don’t look at us like students to be taught, but more like we are prizes to be molded”

Anne struggled for a moment as she tried to phrase what she felt. It had been something she had noticed as she learnt more about the school. As she learnt more of how things worked and what there was, she saw more and understood what she was seeing, rather than simply passing it off and forgetting about it.

“There is an avarice in many of them which is well disguised but when they think no-one is looking its more apparent. In some, it’s obvious. Like Mr Andrews. He seems to recognize us by our breasts as opposed to our faces. I swear if we got boob-jobs he would get very confused as to who we are.”

Anne grinned at her own joke. “Although, his teaching style is nothing short of excellent, so in fact it’s rather easy to put up with.”

”But I digress. I feel like they look at us like we are prizes, like they gain something on our graduation and beyond that they don’t care. It’s almost like that they get some sort of bonus on our graduation. I confess that I don’t like that attitude very much.”

With a shrug Anne continued. “You asked if my view has changed and if I am capable of working with others. So, I would say yes, my view has changed although I wouldn’t say improved. However, my like or dislike doesn’t matter. I have no problems working with them. They are excellent at their jobs and I’m not going to judge them for their own personal views.

“I do have to ask though Mistress… Do you see the same as me? You’ve worked with them longer than I’ve even been here. Am I mistaken? And what sort of work would I be doing with them?”

"Saying you despise them all then turning around and saying you will work with them is not a favorable answer, Miss Deas," Vera replied, "These people you do not like are what keep this school running. The staff gave me my job, a job that allowed you to meet me and allowed me to take care of you. You should be very thankful for their presence here as you would still be that lost girl I found in the basement if they were not here." Telling the truth or not, there were better ways of saying the things Anne said. Being blunt was certainly not one of those ways.

"You complain about a man admiring your body?" she continued, "Does that mean you think the same of me when I admire your lovely form? I have taught you that you are my slave, my belonging. You should be proud that others want to stare at you. You are my own piece of art and it makes me proud to know that others stare at you with envy and desire. It has a sort of class being able to have something that others cannot, leaving them gawking, wishing they had what is mine. I taught you how to make yourself more appealing to the eye. If the staff are admiring you, then you are performing your lessons well and perhaps as second nature."

She sipped her tea lightly before continuing further. "You disappoint me for having these blanket views on people, Miss Deas. You judged the entire staff by their cover, not even taking account that perhaps they are looking at you because you give them reason to do so. How can I trust you to accurately view the student body when you bear such unwavering views on others? The fact you have to ask me if I feel the same shows that part of you knows how ridiculous your views are. Yes, I have worked with many of them and they have always been professional in their actions and conduct. But does my view really matter as it seems to have not changed yours despite being here for a year?"

Anne blanched at her Mistress’s rebuke.

“I’m sorry Mistress!” Anne replied quickly once Vera had finished speaking. “I didn’t mean that! Of course my opinion and views have changed! How could they not? I respect the staff here tremendously! They are among the best teachers I’ve ever come across. Their professionalism and ability aren’t in question, not even slightly!“

Anne kicked herself inwardly. She knew she should have listened to her gut and taken more time about replying! Vera’s response was as close to a physical slap as she ever delivered and she rushed to try to correct her mistake, to make her Mistress understand what she meant, preferably without making things any worse… Although she wasn’t quite certain how to do that. How could she be so misunderstood?

“Its more that they hold themselves apart from the student body, which again is admirable for a teacher to do. I don’t blanket them with any views and each one is most definitely different! I don’t even mind being stared at like I used to… I am yours after all.” Anne’s eyes caught hold of Vera’s for a moment but the stare was cold and impassive, and Anne couldn’t hold it, dropping her gaze to the table, continuing with her head held low.

“I was just using that as an illustration to what I meant. How can I like the teachers here when they have never spoken to me on a personal level? You taught me to observe and to see how people are under the surface. I know I still have a lot to learn, but that is what I see in the teachers. But, even if the teachers did want to keep us students at a distance, such a thing wouldn’t affect how I would work with them. Why would it? You taught me to serve my Mistress. The teachers here are worthy of respect as you say and I can’t see any way I would ever have any difficulty with them.”

“I am your slave my Mistress. My being submissive and obedient pleases you. I am sorry that my opinion displeases you.”

Anne rested her hands in her lap, head still hanging low as she waited for Vera’s reply.

Sensing Vera's displeasure, her pet immediately reacted and tried to correct the matter. The Head Girl allowed the student to say her piece. The woman quickly clarified what she meant in a far less insulting matter. The answer was more thorough and lacked the snide jokes that were unnecessary in the first place. This was far more sufficient and proved the student had improved her overall outlook of the school. Perhaps all the sexual training had caused Anne's tongue to loosen some. She would have to keep such an issue in mind in the future.

Her slave ended the explanation with the first mantra she was ever taught, falling from her lips without losing a beat. She allowed the student a moment to sulk in silence before setting her cup down. "You should have said this in the first place, Miss Deas," the silver haired woman replied, "I did not ask if you liked them. I simply asked if your opinion had changed about them. Your answer should have mentioned your new found respect for them and not snide remarks for where their eyes go. But, it pleases me that you now see the staff in a new light. Respecting them is all I ask as you do not know them personally. There are reasons for that as you should be aware. Teachers should not become personally involved with students as that causes political issues." It was also completely against the rules in any normal school for obvious reasons.

"But if you wish to learn more about these teachers," Vera continued, "I can certainly schedule you time to assist them in their work and research. One way or another, you may work with them more in the future and during such time you will be representing me. They will make note of your conduct and behavior and how you perform in your duties. To fail them is to fail me, do you understand me, slave?" She could only wonder how far Anne would go to follow these orders. If the staff saw how obedient this woman was and how she obeys the staff, it would certainly look favorable in the Head Girl's ability to raise slaves. Of course, she had a few ideas of nudging Anne along to being more personal with them should it be necessary.

Once she received the answer she wanted, Vera would give a soft smile. "I have been training you a long time now. It would trouble me greatly to find it was all a waste. You may put your clothes back on and go stand infront the mirror." She would leave Anne staring at her own reflection, wearing tight fitting uniform. The silver haired woman would move up behind her pet and gently slip a navy blue sash over the woman's shoulder. "This what you have been working towards. I believe you are ready to wear this. You merely have to speak an oath and it is yours along with all the powers and responsiblities with it," Vera whispered softly into Anne's ear, letting her warm breath caress the woman's neck. She undid the middle buttons of her pet's blouse, enough to allow a hand to slip in and cup one of those soft orbs. Slowly, she squeezed and caressed the sensitive flesh, pinching rolling around a nipple while Anne was forced to watch herself be fondled infront of the mirror. Even with this sash, she would still be a slave.

"Now repeat after me," Vera whispered, "I exist to obey my Mistress. I exist to obey the staff. I exist to obey the school. I devote my mind, body, and soul to improving the well being of Shokushu." If Anne hesitates, she would restart the oath. Repeating correctly was rewarded with more of the woman's divine touch. Once completed, the Head Girl used her free hand to turn Anne's head towards a long lingering kiss. "Mmm... Congradulations, Anne. You are now my Prefect. From here on, my expectations will reflect your new position. Do not fail me. Do everything in your power to help your Mistress and this school."

Anne stood in front of the mirror, fully clothed as she wondered what Vera had in mind. She didn’t have to wait long as she stepped behind her, looping the navy blue sash of a prefect over a shoulder. All of a sudden Anne wished she had asked more questions about it. She knew enough, knew that the prefects were effectively extensions of the Head Girl they were assigned too but where it came to their actual powers and what they were expected to do aside from keep order and help out where needed.

Anne repeated the oath as each line was said. “I exist to obey my Mistress, I exist to obey the staff, I exist to obey the school, I devote my mind body and…”

For the first time in a long time she experienced doubt. The oath that she was asked was a lot heavier than she thought it should be. She served Vera out of love… but she demanded service for the whole school? Body, mind and soul? It could have been just words – nobly meant but ultimately with no more power than the will of the person that spoke them, like people pledging themselves for Queen and Country. But they felt like they had a will of their own and would seek her out to prove herself if she spoke them. For a terrible moment she wanted to tear the sash from her shoulder and run. Run like she had never done before.

Her hand touched the silk fabric of the sash as her eyes sought Vera’s for reassurance. She felt and saw Vera’s hands move on her breasts, the touch soothing. Anne’s mouth moved for a moment, trying to form a question that she couldn’t word but she caught Vera’s eyes and her desire to run flickered. She wouldn’t leave Vera. They were just words.

“I exist to obey my Mistress, I exist to obey the staff, I exist to obey the school, I devote my mind body and soul to improving the well being of Shokushu."

She almost felt relieved when she finished saying them, and the long kiss reassured her, like pouring a bucket of water on a smoldering fire before it roared to life.

She really wanted to ask about the oath she had just said. She wanted to know the reason behind it. What it truly meant but she knew that to ask would give a answer she didn’t want to hear, so she turned the question to something more fitting.

“Mistress… I… Thank you. I won’t let you down, but… I need to know. We have spoken about prefects before but I didn’t know they had any power aside from what any student has… You… I always thought that a prefect was to report anything out of place to you as opposed to do anything directly?”

The student hesitated for the first time in awhile since her training had finished. It was a little concerning but a non issue. Having already agreed to serve the Head Girl, she was already obeying the school and the staff working there. This just ensures that this position was not just for personal use but for the school itself. Of course, no job would ask for your soul but this was no ordinary place and no ordinary position.

Vera responded to the question with a hard squeeze, still playing with her pet despite her new found rank. "Having direct access to a Head Girl is power in itself, Miss Deas. As for power beyond that, it varies depending on the Prefect and the Head Girl above them. Odd that you tried so hard to get this position when you thought you had no power. I thought you wanted that in the first place, hmm?" She pinched and slowly pulled on the woman's nipple. With only the blouse open enough for a hand to slide in, it showed how much control she had over her pet even when she was still wearing her clothes. "You will be watching your own section of the dorms, ensuring it remains clean and maintaining order. As long as you do not hinder the studies of students or their participation in class, you may enforce these rules how you see fit. I cannot be everywhere at once, you taking punishment in your own hands will be tolerated to a point. Other matters outside your area will be reported to me. I will allow you to correct them if you believe you can properly convey what they did wrong. Use your discretion. Other duties include servicing me and assisting in my own endeavors. Perhaps you will help correct students in the basement in the future."

"Mmm..." she nuzzled Anne's neck gently, "I would love to keep playing with you like this. But, you have much work to do. Your new room key will be waiting for you at the dorm lobby. I will give you today and tomorrow to move your belongings when I will come and inspect your room. You will report once a week, informing me of which students have earned demerits for their behavior. Matters of your dorm you will only report if you believe my presence is needed. They will be your responsibility."

Anne leant back slightly to accomodate Vera's hands as they squeezed and mauled her breasts. She sighed, happy, her dread at the oath she had just spoken fading as she thought about the future and what would be expected of her. That and the thought of a new room. Of her own! That was something that she had completely forgotten about! No more sharing, putting up with her dorm-mates terrible singing!

But, even as that rather pleasant thought passed by her a thousand more replaced it. Looking after a part of the dorms? Being responsible for others? Punishing them? (How?! The same way Vera had with her? Her own way? Could she do such a thing to someone else?) Where would she find time? Would she see as much of Vera? What would other students make of her with this sash? Would it increase that isolation she had been feeling of late? What would it be like being a prefect? What endavours did she have in mind?

However, all of those questions though would be answered in time - some sooner than others! For now, she enjoyed the closeness of her Mistress.

Thank you Mistress, I won't let you down" Anne replied, her hands moving from the sash to touch Vera's hand. "But, you misunderstand. I never wanted power. I merely wanted to learn. And then, I found I wanted you."

Turning slightly, Anne stood on tiptoes, letting her lips brush against Vera's, a soft smile playing across her lips as she withdrew. Unless stopped she slipped quietly out of the suite, stepping down the hallway with her new sash over her shoulder, head high and back straight as she strode to her old room to move, and to beging her tenure as a Prefect.

She was unsure what the future would bring. Uncertain of a lot of things but, she stepped forward with a confidence in herself that had been hard in the learning. But one that continued to grow as she tested herself, just as Vera had and would continue to test her.