Vera did not have to wait as that warm wet tongue tasted the woman's netherlips. The musky aroma would invade Daphnee's senses with each shuddering breath taken. There was not much the girl could do motion wise but her attempts did force the rope to grind against her body. The dildo pumped and drilled, fucking orgasm after orgasm from the helpless woman. But now the student could return a bit of the pleasure to whoever was siitting on her face. It was the least she could do after being brought so much rapture and bliss.

"Mmm... Another little slut..." the Head Girl cooed more to herself as she was the only one listening at the moment. Her thighs and cunt would muffle the screams and squeals coming from her pet. The moans felt wonderful between her thighs, humming up her passage while that tongue delved deeper into her body. The student was new to this but willing. There was no hesitation or resistance to taking long slow licks of those moist inner walls. The tongue swirled, exploring her Mistress to find out what worked best to please her. Warm panted breaths soaked into her clit as the tip of her nose rubbed against it, adding light sparks of flavor to the pleasure.

Vera closed her eyes, enjoying her dominance over such a submissive girl. A hand slid up her own body, groping her own breast as she moaned softly. The more Daphnee worked, the more of her Mistress she could taste. The Head Girl grew wetter. Her inner walls quivered and clenched around the invading tongue, making the student work harder with a muscle she probably never worked in such a way before. Vera's hips rocked slowly, grinding harder and harder against Daphnee's face. Her moans grew louder though the girl could not hear them. Eventually, their goal was reached. The slave would feel hips twitching, jolting with bliss as juices began to squirt right into her hungry lips and tongue. "Ahhhnnnnn..." Vera's body arched, squeezing her breast as she let the tingling waves of heat wash over her entire body and mind.

Deep moans and muffles shrieks resounded against that snatch especially as the ropes became tighter at her movements assisting that toy a bit deeper into her passage. Sheer bliss course over her shuddering against senses that were no longer coherent. Now her body, reduced to this stat only sought to pleasure at least in part to what see was experiencing. If she weren't blindfolded she would have seen the blurring at the corners of her vision as they darkened. She had been rattled so much that she was fading against the intensity of it all.

Even with the blindfold she felt light headed as she pistoned her tongue forward and into those folds before her in the hopes of serving her Mistress well before the inevitable washed over her.

At the back of her mind was always the nagging doubt that she wasn't good enough, that her Mistress would have seen this as a bit of fun and little more than that only to discard her afterward when she were done with her as was her whim.

It was a risk that Daphnee had opened herself up to, of course, so she really had no recourse if that were the case. All she could do was her best to assure that her Mistress would keep her another day then prove her worth all over again on the next day and the next.

Spurned on by the reactions of the body before her Daphnee licks, one way then the other. She has no visual cues to follow, no auditory ones. But at least she still had her sense of taste feeling her Mistress (she assumed) grow wetter and more moist though causing her to work a little harder to shove that tongue in or make those movements inside that chalice.

Another orgasm grips her and while she weakly rests against her Mistress it is with slow licks that she continues to stroke that body. Whimpers cascade against her Mistress' body, those licks slow as she begins to fade passing out unless Vera stops the vibrator. Even now though in an effort to please her Mistress there are still occasional licks in those moments of brief conscious thought.

The cumming student licks as long as she could. The young woman would feel her tongue growing numb from overuse, working a muscle never this hard before. The Head Girl rode out her orgasm, letting her pet lap up as much as possible while the excess soaked over the student's face. Once basking in a warm afterglow, the silver haired woman rose to her feet. She looked down at the still spasming woman. Daphnee had tried to endure as long as possible and perhaps did better than most girls. But the woman's body was at her limit now. The aura was fading as her struggles grew less even as juices continued to squirt from her climaxing folds. Seems it was about time to end this.

Of course she would not do so immediately. Vera calmly walked away and used a towel to dry off her inner thighs before slipping on her panties once more. Only after making herself presentable again did she finally reach down and turn off the vibrator, leaving Daphnee just at the very edge of conciousness. A hand lightly groped and squeezed a breast, stroking it as she admired the glistening exhausted form laying on the floor of her suite. Vera left the now silent vibrator inside as she began undoing the bindings. Once the rope was off, the blindfold and earplugs came off next. The Head Girl rubbed those bare, exposed netherlips. They were flushed with blood after the long hard fucking it been through. Fingers traced, gathering the woman's nectar and bringing it to Daphnee's lips. "Taste your desire, your need for me, slut," she ordered, seeing how much is left of the poor girl after all that. Her free hand would slowly slide the dildo out as she waited.

She was barely all there when the vibrator was slid out of her. Her body had been warm to the touch and while some semblance of conscious thought returns to her she weakly begins her manta again as Vera never told her to stop it. She had not even been aware that she had stopped it for there was a time where shear bliss over ode her.

Touching her nether lips produced a groan that spilled from her pet's lips though as fingers were presented to her she did not even wince at the term slut. Rather she weakly reached up to loosely seize that forearm of that extended hand.

Her mantra stops then. “Yes, Mistress.” The last command superseding the earlier one she was given she brings those fingers to her mouth, her tongue swirling against those fingers and while she does not have her earlier vigor she bobs against those fingers, slurping greedily at the fingers that are presented to her as she does her best to clean them in hopes of pleasing her Mistress.

And to consider how easy she had accept this lot, for her to need this had ensured that she was willing to give her Mistress her all.

Vera stroked her pet's hair. The woman was truly helpless to resist the Head Girl. Such devotion was wonderful though it had a chance of being worrying as well. But time will tell if any problems will arise from this submissive creature. Once cleaned, she withdrew her fingers and rose to her feet. "You did very well, slave," she praised softly, "Your Mistress is very pleased. The mantra you have taught yourself, you shall speak it to yourself infront of a mirror every morning when you wake and every night before you slumber. Play with your body as you say your oaths to yourself and know that your Mistress adores you very much." Of course there was no way for Vera to know if the woman would follow such an order. It mattered little if she did or did not. It was just another means of convincing the girl's mind that this her one and only purpose in life.

"Now, I believe you have class tomorrow," she continued, "Get dressed. I have no further need for you this evening." Daphnee was still a student and she will be expected to excell in her classes just like any other. Slavery was no excuse for slacking off on her responsibilities. As amusing as it would be to keep a slave with her 24/7, it tends to lose its appeal if the girl is constantly needing orders. No, she would let Daphnee find her own nitch to satisfy her just like any other lost pets that come seeking her attention. "Do not forget your many promises, Daphnee. I will you hold you to them that you learn and learn quickly. Are their any questions, slave?"

She would do it because she was commanded to do so by her Mistress. It pleased her to know that her Mistress was please and granting her the very praise that would mean so much from here on out. One would say that this was not the healthiest sort of relationship to be in, one where she was essential nothing more than an entertainment, a plaything … but for the first time she had found someone that paid her more attention then just writing a script out for her and sending her on her way.

One might have thought Vera was being callous, perhaps she was but Daphnee's eyes lit up. Even in the haze her mind was in she was called Daphnee. Not Slave, not Ms. Von Heinrich. It thrilled her that her Mistress would take such an informal stance with her showing Daphnee that the Head Girl was pleased if only for now. Then again it could be nothing either.

The fact that Vera knew her schedule wasn't a surprise though. She had to keep tabs on her property, right? “Yes, Mistress, of course Mistress.” She looks to the floor the back up to her Mistress before attending to any clothing it was clear that her Mistress came first to her. Always first.

“Shall I clean this mess first, Mistress? Allow me to clean the mess that I made one as important of you should not waste time doing such menial things.”

Whether the informal call of name was a slip of the tongue, on purpose, or another means to manipulate the obedient student would never be revealed. Only Vera knew when and why she chooses to be formal in most occasions. The Head Girl gave a soft smile, more of a smirk really, as she watched Daphnee struggle to remain upright. After so many orgasms, the girl's legs must have been rather numb. Reading the woman's aura, it seemed her pet was pleased with her new role in life. She was to serve another, finding ways to assist and please her owner in her own personal way. Daphnee proved to be an intelligent woman with a bit of initiative. Lets see if those factors remain true in service.

Daphnee did not obey immediately this time though and instead offered a brief detour with another task. Vera gazed down at her still kneeling slave. Usually pets that tried to go off the tracks a bit tend to do so for the wrong reasons and provide tasks the Head Girl did not want nor asked for. But this was something reasonable and may have been something she would have ordered afterwards. "If you wish to clean my floor as you are, you may. But you are not leaving the tower without your uniform. Understand?" Once that was made clear, Vera would returned to her desk to work. Daphnee was free to clean her own sexual fluids off the floor before getting dressed.

Daphnee looked upon those words favorably, slip or not. It was enough that her Mistress appreciated the efforts and thus it would be enough that she appreciated them now. She had no intention of leaving the tower without her uniform, and of course the leather arm guards, not unless it was Vera's command of course. There was a lot she wouldn't do of course unless her Mistress desired it. It did not need to be an order but rather implied that was what she had been interested in at the time.

It was so easy to see that her inhibitions would be destroyed. Her biggest desire was to please her Mistress, her second was her own desires, everything else seemed a distant third and her desires were a distant second now.

She was honest with Vera of course and to herself. Now though she pondered if she should ask for cleaning supplies or just use her panties. In the end she asked, not that she would have minded of course but she was doing a task for her Mistress so to do the best job meant having the best tools of course. If not given anything she would use her panties to clean up the mess, she would have to wear them until she got back to the dorms to clean up though they would become soaked regardless.

She did her best to clean before dressing, the arm guards wen on first as if someone seeing the scars was in some ways worse than being walked upon naked. Her uniform came next.

She bid her Master ado before leaving with the hopes that she could continue to please her Mistress further.