She led her pet to her bed. They had slept together before though it was with Kitten sleeping at her feet. This time, they would do it properly. Vera beaconed Kite to join her, bringing the covers over them both as she slid a bit closer to her naked slave. The only thing between their bodies was the nightgown that was picked out for her. The Head Girl's hand slid up the woman's body, squeezing a breast gently and stroking it with her fingers. "You are mine and now I shall have you, slave," Vera whispered softly into Kite's ear. She held nothing back as she began nibbling on an ear, knowing how vulnerable they were for her precious pet. "I am going to make you cry out to your Mistress over and over again," she promised before letting the tip of her tongue trace the woman's ear.

Kite whimpers, already breathing faster just from being snuggled up against her owner, squirming in her owner's arms, spasming eagerly, "yes! Yes Mistress, we're yours! we're yours!" Her writhing was subdued, not wanting to flail in the close confines of the bed, feeling the warm heat and pleasure in her owner's touches, spasming with delight, mewls and moans intermingled from her throat as she tries to nuzzle her own affections in return.

Her pet was squirming like the trapped animal she was. Vera could take the woman easily like this but, there were other things she still had not had the enjoyment of doing back in the basement to this student. The silver haired woman trailed her lips down Kite's ear to her neck, nibbling and sucking gently. Her fingers glide over the numerous scars the woman had.

Once she had properly warmed her pet up, she decided to turn up the heat. The Head Girl pulled away and reached into her nightstand. She held two small lengths of silk rope before Kite's eyes. She would let her pet see what was going to happen next as she took one wrist and bound it to one of the bedposts then did the same to the other wrist. "There is no escaping me now, my little pet," Vera teased, knowing her slave would never run from her. She owned cuffs as well but she figured silk rope would be gentler and she knew how her pet was generally nervous around glass and decided metal would cause similar worry.

Vera sat up, gazing down at her bound pet. She gently traced a finger along the black choker. It being made from cloth, Kite would feel her Mistress's touch through the fabric as it traveled. The Head Girl leaned closer, her warm breath caressing the slave's lips before suddenly moving lower and tracing her lips along the woman's collarbone. "Mmm..." she purred.

Kite stares, her eyes widening as her owner dangles the ropes before her, no resistance offered as she is secured, quaking with eager delight, "No," she agreed, "we'll never escape from your hands, mia regina."

Her arms tense in the ropes, there's no desire to escape, only to feel the tension against her flesh, feel the restraint more tightly, more insistently, her legs kicking some under the sheets as her owner nibbles her collarbone, her back arching and her head falling back as she wails in bliss.

Kite's legs were free to kick as much as she liked but no amount of squirming would free her wrists from those bonds. Agreeing that escape was futile did not stop the slave from playing her role as she continued to struggle weakly beneathe her Mistress. Vera's lips traced her pet's collar bone before moving lower and having a taste of the woman's breast and erect peak. The hardening nub was trapped between the Head Girl's lips. The tip of her tongue flickered rapidly over the very top of the vulnerable nub, stroking it at a blinding speed before sucking deeply. Each deep suck brought more hot blood to the surface, making the nub even more sensitive to the rapid motion of her tongue.

Vera's hands joined in the action. One slid along the curves of Kite's hip and side, fingertips tracing those scars while her other hand focused on a much more vulnerable target. Two fingers proceeded to stroke and knead into the bundle of nerves just above the pelvis. It was as if she were giving a massage to just that small bunch of cells over and over again.

Kite wails, her body feeling deluged, almost drowned in sensation, surrounded and enfolded in her owner's grasp, trembling in ecstasy and delight. Every inch of flesh feeling set alight with warmth and joy and belonging. Each panting breath a cry of joy, each touch stirring her to greater euphoria, writhing helplessly, but it's a good helplessness. She doesn't want help.

Vera continued this erotic torment for what seemed like an eternity. She could feel her pet's emotions flicker and flare, reacting to her touch and telling her all she needed to know just as much as those gasps and cries did. The Head Girl had only just started and her slave was already drunk with pleasure. She moved to the other nipple, giving it her full attention as her hands continued in their given duties. Once both peaks were glistening with her saliva, she drew away and gazed at her work of art. "You are already making such sweet music and I only just begun, my pet," Vera teased, "I do hope your voice holds out."

The two fingers teasing that spot above the pelvis finally gave it a bit of peace. They traveled lower, tracing the woman's netherlips to see just how ready she was. Any gathered moisture would be gently rubbed over the woman's hooded pearl, stroking slow circles for a moment before sliding back down those exposed folds. Vera curled her fingers up into her pet's awaiting entrance. Her fingertips drew back, finding her pet's special place while her thumb rolled that vulnerable clitoris in firm circles.

Kite manages a grin amidst the wails of pleasure, indeed, over time, time begun long before her arrival to the campus, her body had become more than conditioned to respond instantly to erotic attentions. Usually she suppressed the response, because usually it was one of the 'guests' and she hated the notion of giving up in front of them. Here, she was with her owner, and she had no defenses, and no need for them. "We'll just have to endure, won't we, mia regina?"

Words soon failed Kite again, descending into more animal noises of unmitigated pleasure, longing and lust surging through her as she gushes, convulsing shamelessly in her owner's arms.

Endure would be all Kite would be able to do soon enough. Vera stroked and rubbed both that swollen clit and the tender spot inside the woman's welcoming sex. The Head Girl moved slowly, methodically churning those insides until she could audibly hear the lewd squish and of juices with each new thrust and curl of her fingers. Only then would she pull her dripping wet fingers out and bring them to Kite's lips for her to clean.

More rope was introduced to the slave as her ankles were bound next. Both legs were pushed back so her ankles could be tied to the same posts as her wrists, leaving her legs back and spread apart. Vera would then add another toy to the mix by putting on a nice long and thick strap on. The rubber dildo was nearly a foot long as it began to slide up and down Kite's glistening entrance. With all her limbs bound, Kite could only wait as Vera sawed her hips back and forth before finally thrusting the thick rubber knob deep into the woman's body. The Head Girl thrust hard and fast, her hips rotating to spread the woman out more as each reentry became easier than the first.

Kite's mind almost seems to dissolve under the loving onslaught of sensation, all of her surrendering utterly both as she licks her copious arousal from her owner's fingers, and as she is moved to a stricter position.

She shakes her hips as though trying to be inviting, as if more invitation than having helped place herself in this position could be needed. The size of the strapon would frighten some, but she had faith in Vera to know or feel how much she could take comfortably, or uncomfortably, if so her owner wished it, before she would be at any risk. She wails as the shaft is thrust home, her legs twitching, lifting her hips slightly higher against the thrust, a pattern that continues, the mattress creaking beneath us both.

The sound of her slave's cries mixed with the creaking mattress was music to Vera's ears. Getting her pet warmed up made the forceful entry far less uncomfortable. The Head Girl pulled off her gown, revealing her own nude body. Wearing on the strap on now, she plowed hard and deep into the other woman. Each thrust required effort as Kite's body was tight and those juicy depths were clinging to the thick rubber invader. Vera's breasts danced and swayed with her bucking body, the Head Girl not stopping as she continued to churn her pet's insides into putty. The thick unyielding tip pounded against the woman's cervix over and over as the rest of the shaft sawed back and forth along Kite's dripping inner walls.

Again and again and again Vera thrust into her. Kite's breath coming in laboured gasps, her body twisted and driven so, each a purr, each a moan, each a wail. She can't move more than the endless instinctive wiggling of the bound toy, can barely think, her body driven mad by the powerful sensations, lust and longing pushed ever further, ever higher...

Only one word comes to her lips, as the ecstasy floods her utterly "Mistress! Mistress!!"

Her name or rather her title was screamed over and over as the slave's body shuddered and trembled in pure bliss. Vera's hips slapped against Kite's ass with each thrust. The Head Girl only sped up, bucking harder and faster as her pet began to climax out of control. One arm was wrapped around a thigh while her other hand slid down and stroked firmly over that spot over Kite's pelvis. Just as the thrusts increased in rate, so did those constant strokes over that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Vera would not stop until Kite was completely and utterly spent. The stench of sex would be heavy in the air as those thrusts finally stopped. The Head Girl would rotate her hips slowly to see what state her pet was in at this point. Her fingers continued to stimulate that spot above the pelvis to further ebb away any strength the poor woman had left before finally pulling her hips back. The dildo would leave with a loud wet slurp. She removed the strap on and brought the soaking wet rod to Kite's lips. She stopped stroking the woman's special spot to grab her by the hair and lift her head towards the awaiting rubber phallus. "Clean it off, slave," she ordered, a sly smirk spreading across her lips as she knew even in this state the pet would devote what little strength she had left to cleaning it.

Once cleaned, she put the sex toy away and removed the woman's bonds. Vera discarded the rope and her gown, leaving only their sweaty nude forms and the stench of sex on the bed. The Head Girl pulled the sheets over them and her arms wrapped possessively around her pet, pulling her close as a hand cupped and squeezed a breast. "You are mine forever, slave," she whispered into the woman's ear as she let her eyes close.

Several amazing and wonderful hours passed together in coitus, Kite's outcries growing more frenzied and less coherent, climaxing again and again in wild and wanton ecstasy, firmly gripped and held and...safe.

But much as Kite, and especially kitten, would long to keep going forever, in time her outcries began to grow less frequent, no less fervent, but her body was simply reaching the point where it could not muster the force to cry out. Thoroughly exhausted, she lays limp as a doll upon her owner's bed.

It takes several minutes for her to suckle the strapon clean, so slow are her movements. It's probably only that Vera is holding up her head that allows her to do so at all, rather than just collapsing instantly in sleep.

Her voice is weak, and tiny as she lays in Vera's arms, and it means everything in her to gasp out before collapsing, "Yes Mistress, forever."