Vera rode out her orgasm, letting that tingly afterglow wash over her senses. It felt good to let go every once and awhile. Daphnee wanted to bring the Head Girl to bliss again and possibly again. But, she had no interest of letting go of the reins. She pushed the woman's head away gently. "Mm... Just clean, pet," she purred, "If you keep going like this, we will be in here forever." She would not let Daphnee delve into her depths anymore or play with her clit. She expected the woman to finish cleaning up those juices flowing from her puffing netherlips and nothing more. This was Daphnee's second taste of Vera's juices. This would only happen from time to time, small tastes to make the poor girl yearn for it even more.

Once satisfied that Daphnee was done, the silver haired woman would take a step back. "Good girl," she said calmly, still taking slow breaths to calm herself, "Dry yourself off and find me a nightgown to wear tonight. Do not keep me waiting." Vera would finish the rest of the cleaning herself before turning off the water. Should Daphnee not return in time, she would grab her own towel and start drying off before tending to her long hair. With so much, it only made sense that brushing and combing her hair required several dedicated moments as she started at herself in the mirror. She had no issues with her nudity as she waited for Daphnee to return with something to wear.

“Of course, Mistress, sorry Mistress.” She assists Vera with her and later finds herself hurrying to comply. When she gets out of the shower she towels off quickly saddened that she did not get to have more of her Mistress' taste upon her tongue and yet there is the fact that her Mistress had enjoyed her touch. That had been the perfect reward for the Pet for she could not be so greedy.

When she towels off enough she ensures that all the dirty clothes are in the hamper with a casual glance and that the towel is hung back up. She then leaves the chamber briefly gets back to her clothes but she does not bother dressing. She takes up the leather forearm bands and is about ready to cover the scars, angry white gashes that she is ashamed off and wants to cover but now she was at a quandary. Vera did not tell her to dress but preferred to have free thinkers too … well it was only natural to dress after a shower so she tosses on the arm guards first then the rest of her clothes follow suit.

She hurries to dress, a bit disorder she gets to the bed chamber checking the bureau first, her eyes sweeping over the selection.

He choice was practical based in part to the temperature though one that she wouldn't mind seeing her Mistress in either. She brings over the black garment, considers helping Vera with it but sees to straightening out her attire while Vera dresses in the black number she discovered.

“I think it will lock good on you. It will compliment your hair color.”

Her pet returned back in her little cat attire which left little to the imagination. Those panties were probably still very much damp if not soaked with her sexual fluids. Vera did not seem to care though as she finished with her hair and accepted the offered attire. It was a black nightie that showed much of the Head Girl's long legs. She did not mind it. It was loose and comfortable and it was not like she was trying to show off or impress anyone. It did give Daphnee something to stare at as her body filled out the small attire nicely.

She thanked the student and stepped out, leaving the towels for Daphnee to pick up and deal with. "What classes do you have scheduled tomorrow at what times, slave?" she asked. It was very late in the evening now. Vera was about to call it a night but that still left what to do with her pet for tonight. She could dismiss like before or keep her here for any further entertainment or company the Head Girl wished for. But, she was not about to mess with this woman's schedule for such desires. Daphnee was expected to attend class and do well in them. It would look poorly on her if she ensured the opposite due to her own methods of raising her pet.

Thursday. Tuesday and Thursday were easy days for her. She moved to answer as she took care of those towels.

“With the dropped course Thursday is a lighter schedule. One Art and so there is usually little prep work. I don't have the course until early afternoon though so twelve thirty or so. I've been leaving a lot earlier for classes now to avoid the tardy issue though it does not take long to get to the classrooms from the dorms.”

She explained before leaving her Mistress to mull over the response. Regardless of what she might have been thinking.

She returns after a short moment that she uses to pick up her clothes which she stores in the closet to both get them out of the way and then to the bathroom to hang up the wet towels to dry.

Daphnee considered why her Mistress would ask what her schedule was like tomorrow. She probably had her own plans. It was getting later in the evening after all and she considers what must be going through the mind of her Mistress though she is quiet pleased to see more of her considering the night gown that she now wore.

Rather detailed answer, perhaps to an unnecessary level. She got the answer she needed though. Her pet would not be needed tomorrow until the afternoon. That should be more than enough time to get ready for class. Next semester, Daphnee's schedule will most likely not be so open. "I see," she replied, "Go turn off the lights. If you wish, you may stay here for the night. Just be sure to lock the front door before coming to me. Otherwise, you are dismissed and may change back into your uniform." Locking the door did not really do anything. The only things that would come up the tower at this hour would be alien guests and locks would not hinder them at all.

Orders given, Vera went to the bedroom and climbed into bed. It was the end of another long day. Pulling the sheets overherself, she sighed as her head came to rest on her pillow. There, she waited for Daphnee's answer. She would either hear the door open then shut or she will hear her bedroom door open. Either way, she would wait a bit before letting herself drift off. The Head Girl could play with her pet more but she was certain that Daphnee was exhausted from the torments she had been through during her duties.

Daphnee's green eyes lit up briefly. She tries to scale back her enthusiasm at what was just revealed to her. “Yes, Mistress.”

She leaves Vera before doing as instruct, going throughout the place and flicking off lights. All to aware of the monsters she has never been attacked at night and just assumed that they took a brake when their victims did so she had yet to dread the night. In fact, quiet the opposite as she came to look forward to the night thinking she had avoided rape for another day. Of course this was only a false sense of security that she possessed.

Daphnee was of the mind now not to mince words. She was the sort that supplied too much information preferring that rather than the opposite. An informed decision was a better one though in this case she could have been a bit more concise it was something of a quirk though that she would have to be trained out of.

Not surprisingly she comes back. Vera hears the door to the bedroom creak open, the light being flicked off if it wasn't so already she crosses the room but does not get into the bed though kneels at the side of it, her eyes sweep over the form before her.

“Is there anything else I can do for you Mistress?”

While the slave tried to hold in her excitement the woman's aura flared like a small sun. Vera felt when Daphnee returned before even hearing the door open slowly. The lights were off though it was not difficult to find where the bed was. But instead of climbing in to join her Mistress, the young woman kneeled beside her. It was a bit odd to request if there was anything more at this point. She figured Daphnee would giving her aching body a rest.

"I already said you could join me, pet," she replied, "There is nothing further to do beyond sleep and prepare for the next day." Daphnee would be allowed to slip under the covers as she climbed into bed. Arms would gently wrap around her pet, pulling her close. Daphnee would feel those full breasts press against her back, feeling the faint heartbeat through the thin gown. Vera's breathing was soft, her eyes were closed. She simply held the other woman and allowed sleep to take her. Unless woken from something else, Vera would sleep the rest of the night away.

Daphnee was making absolutely sure first. Pets were not usually allowed into the bed but she had permission. It was easier to get to doing things from this position though when there was nothing further for her as she had rightly assumed.

So, she climbed into bed feeling those large breasts pressed against her breast. She listens to the rhythm of her Mistress breathing though feeling the closeness, the warmth, she felt that glow spread throughout her form though she felt relaxed being afforded this reward, so close to her Mistress.

She drifted off, her body content and sore from the evenings pleasured delights but she does not sleep through the night. She thinks better of it … Vera is busy after all, her Mistress needs sleep but at the same time she figures that her Mistress had already calculated the possibility of her doing something.

She shifts slightly so as not to wake Vera. Fingers slip over the curve of one of those larger breasts, nice and slow, an experimental touch as she leans forward pressing her lips to the column of her neck. Small kisses drifting down the column of her neck and drifting lower still to her shoulder as she drapes her with small kisses.

Her hand becoming a little heavier as she strokes along her ribcage.

The sun had not even begun rising when Daphnee woke up. Vera was still fast asleep, not stiring at all as the young woman sat up and turned around. The nightie barely covered those lovely orbs as she traced fingers over one. There was a faint deepening of breath but the Head Girl did not rouse from her slumber. Lips left faint kisses down the unconcious woman's neck and moved down to the shoulder. She stirred a bit as the touches grew firmer, feeling the woman's skin and ribs through the thin fabric. How far was Daphnee going to go with her unconcious Mistress?

That was the question wasn't it? She remember the shower and reserved herself just to touching and even so jut light exploration as she ran her touches against those curves down to her hip then back up. The night gown did little to ward off the feel of those fingers against her Mistress.

Her lips dip further as they move to her breast, only what is revealed before moving back up to her neck. Her caresses where soft, delicate as she tastes her Mistress' skin. She would continue the light exploration for a little longer, nether trying to wake Vera or keep her sleeping though it was more an exploratory touch, one that let her learn of her Mistress without being too greedy.

If Vera does not wake Daphnee will go back to sleep after some light exploration. As much as she wanted to do more she realized that it would have been for her, not Vera as Vera was not even conscious and was bound to be upset with her Pet if she took matters too far after being warned already,

Her hand tingled with the passage it made over her body. She would go back to sleep after some light exploration, deeper stuff she would wait for commands or clues to make sure it was OK first.

Besides some light stirring and perhaps a murmur or two, Vera did not wake. She would wake in the morning none the wiser that her pet had taken it upon herself to touch or perhaps fondle her owner. Daphnee was able to touch and taste more than she was allowed normally. The Head Girl did like being in control even when relaxing and enjoying the pleasures of flesh.

By the time Daphnee wakes up again, Vera was already out of bed and in the other room. She had logged into her computer and checking emails, still wearing only the nightie she slept in. Light was pouring through the gap between the curtains in the living area, proving some dim lighting for the entire main area of the suite. Typing a bit, she does not even look up when Daphnee finally reveals herself. "You overslept, Miss Von Heinrich." Whether that was a reprimand for a failing or not was difficult to tell. Did Vera expected her pet to be awake already? If so, what was the servant expected to do before Vera wakes up?

Daphnee wakes and stretches. Immediately she realizes that her Mistress is up and moves to make the bed. Once she completes that core she heads out into the room making a slight adjustment to the Neko ears,

The bell jingles softly though not as loud as the clacking of keys from the computer it is nonetheless distinctive.

She moves forward though she does not admit to having woken throughout the night and tries to work out her early morning duties for herself.

“I'm sorry, Mistress. It shall not happen again. Can I fix you breakfast?” If she had eaten she doubted that it was anything further than a piece of toast of something to tide her over. She mulls over other duties and what time it was. She had a later class today though if she were inn danger of missing it Vera would have awoken her she guessed and her Mistress was still in her night gown so she doubted that they were beyond early morning,

“Is there anything further I can assist you with today?”

Daphnee claimed her oversleeping would not happen again but, did she really know when she was expected to wake up? It did not seem like Vera had been up for long. She also made no attempt to wake her pet up. It was not her responsiblity to ensure her slave wakes up on time. She had no interest in micromanaging servants. One way or another, the new student would learn her expectations.

"I expect you to," she answered the question about breakfast. Vera had not eaten yet having only recently woken up. Perhaps that was part of her expecatations, wake up early so breakfast would be ready for the Mistress. "Instead of constantly asking what I want, try to think of what your Mistress would need upon waking up and getting ready for the day. You seem to be requiring much more hand holding than my other servants, Miss Von Heinrich. I expect that to be corrected soon." With that, there was not much more to say unless Daphnee really had a question that stumped her. Lets see if Daphnee can figure out what things need to be prepared this morning.

She was still learning her place and didn't wish to over step her role. She knew some of the things that had been expected of her but did not wish to make assumptions though she would learn to make those educated guess. What harm could there be in preparing something that was not needed this time around? She feared preparing the wrong thing and her Mistress going without a need.

Daphnee colored. It was a rather light admonishment, a reminder really of what Vera had expected. No mindless drones after all … she had to prove her worth and resourcefulness so no more stupid questions right?

“Yes, Mistress. Right away Mistress.” A slight bow and she was off, the faint jingle of the bell telling Vera that she was in the kitchen. Though now there was the question of what to make? What did her Mistress like? But the question was a little easier by seeing what sorts of foods she had to work with.

Eggs were a simple enough choice but then there were all manners of question in how Vera preferred them. Scrambled? Over Easy? Over Hard? Sunny Side Up? Instead she settled on pancakes. There was flour, they were easy enough to make and didn't take long.

Toast and jam, sausage or bacon depending on what she sound …

She cooks the meal, wonders how much she should prepared but figures that last night Vera had her join her … decisions, decisions … she took a gamble here making just a little more than necessary for a single person figuring that she would just grab some toast and jam but enough where if it were the will of her Mistress she could sit with her.

When it was ready she told Vera. If it were her will of course Daphnee would not refuse but she figured she would use the time the Head Girl had spent eating to get on selecting something to wear, easy here seeing that there was only one logical choice. She would get the sash and necklace, move on to the toiletries and setting out shampoos and such, getting fresh towels and so forth. She would swap some of those books around too so the occult ones were easier to access and let Vera know she moved them again so she wouldn't expect to find them on the top shelf.

If delayed from doing this though she would join Vera for a little breakfast. She was not that hungry when there was still much to get to and that was her driving focus right now. If delayed though she would start that as soon as possible.

The smell of a cooked food filled the air. Vera could sense the conflict of her little pet as she continued to second guess and doubt herself in trying to find what would satisfy her the most. The Head Girl was not that picky about her meals as long as they were not just flat out junk food (though the occasional dessert had its appeal). It did not take long before the slave called out that breakfast was ready. The Head Girl had the plate brought to her desk. She was hardly dressed to sit at a dinner table (though she was not dressed for sitting at a desk either). She asked for a glass of milk to drink with her meal and left Daphnee alone beyond that.

Eating at her desk, it was unlikely she wanted company for this meal. The slave was free to make further preparations, gathering a clean uniform to wear as well as prepare a shower for when she finished eating. Vera said little on the matter about the books beyond a simple thank you. It was of little consequence as she finished her meal and rose to her feet. The plate and glass were left behind for Daphnee to tend to. The Head Girl then headed into the shower and started freshening up for the new day. No orders were given to Daphnee so it was perhaps safe to have breakfast now lest the woman had other ideas.