The Head Girl purred with delight at how Cala was melting away. Though it was expected of someone like this woman. It was satisfying to know she was the one causing this and the one in complete control now. Now training could begin.

She smiled faintly at the attempts at flexibility. Cala always did try too hard, taking a mile when only an inch was necessary. But she did not stop the woman. As long as the woman was exposed, the show could go on.

"Mmph.." Vera continued to kiss, stifling the chirps and moans that came from her lover. She broke the kiss finally to allow the crowds to hear the loud blissful groans. Every gasp and cry of pleasure would not be witnessed by all as her fingers continued to skillfully knead her pet's tender flesh.

The Head Girl leaned over and nuzzled Cala's neck. She planted soft kisses and down the woman's neck before latching on to the earlobe. Her teeth lightly sinked in as she tugged and nibbled. She was just added a bit more kindling to the flames before she truly sent her pet through a special type of hell.

~oh yes...sooooooo close...just..just a few more..yess...please...~

That was her cue. The Head Girl suddenly guides the woman's fingers out of her twitching folds. Careful to avoid touching any particularly sensitive places, she slides Cala's hand up to rest right on her lower belly. She then removed her hand, leaving Cala's there to feel every tensing and twitch of her loins. Vera's fingers worked their way down alone. Her thumb flicked the woman's clitoris lightly just enough to keep feeding it more engorged blood and keep it nice and erect.

Two fingers slid into the slave's quivering folds. She barely hid her own moans as she felt the flood of juices that soaked her digits. The walls were immediately reacting to her touch. But the woman was slow, methodical. Where Cala would lose herself and immediately dive into the seas of bliss, Vera was much more patient. She was going to destroy the poor woman here and now.

"Mmmm... I know you want it," she cooed in Cala's ear, "I know you need it. But, what will you give your Mistress, your Queen for this boon? I have you now, I have your lust, your desire in the palm of my hand. I can keep this going for a very... very long time..." Her fingers moved at half a snails pace as it slides all the way into the woman's depths, carefully avoiding the g-spot before easing out. She was going to keep the woman on the very knife edge, letting the tension wear away at that rebellious attitude of hers.

I cooed as her lips traveled along my neck. More and more flesh I left vulnerable to her advances and my fingers plunged faster. Soooo close…so close when the tension on my hand shifted and I let her guide me.

Hanging from her body and on her every word I waited. Not long..no…thanks be to Allah may all be blessed as I am she shifted her hands to me. Groaning aloud I shifted as she pushed the digits inside me in agonizing slowness. Nothing I could do would make her finish what she had started with that kiss.

The edge of the abyss was there right before my feet. But the leap did not happen…the final push I would need stopped..then started keeping me tottering upon the razer thin wire. Groaning I wished for more, but would not push it for I had felt what it was like to lay next to her in bed. To feel orgasm after orgasm till I could take it no longer. This was a small price to pay for that prize…a very small price indeed.

Body and mind wanted to jump but shear willpower for the greater sum of pleasure stilled most of the movement of my hand. Instead I pushed inward on my belly…rubbed the slight bulge and wished she would finish me.

“yes…want…wait…want…wait…ask..please…but never end. Please….what…what do I can i….” my mind was barely coherent as my belly threatened to explode and the muscles tensed around her fingers. I could feel her….feel every knuckle I was so engorged and ready. OH god to be this good. It was a power in and of itself…I could bet men would give their lives and fortunes to know a night …and women…I would give my very being to know how…to learn at her hands.

My tongue was tied…my mind zipping about on a drug called pleasure. Shuddering in her arms I tried to think and had nothing I could offer….nothing I had not already tried for was I not hers for the winter break...except…except…

“winter break..start today…ohhh longer… not wait…yours. Whatever you ask as all …ummm…are….ohh…witness” I world do her laundry, cook her food, clean her room even though I hated all three things if only I could have a chance to grace her bed and learn. I would even sleep on the floor if she wanted…so long as I could learn. If she had been the devil herself I would have sold my sole and signed my name in blood.

My insides shook…she stopped…I cried…for I was a dark second to her abilities. She would have made a fantastic porn star. I had had that right on day one.

The lewd slurp of juices could be heard as the fingers continue their slow entry and exit. So much hot juices were running over her hand and puddling on the ground that one could think that the Arab was already cumming. But the constant moans and babbling of the slave showed that was not true.

Vera was impressed, much like the slave in her dream this one was not struggling at all. The hand she had left on the woman's belly had not moved far from its place. This pet was obedient even in such a state. This was the loyalty she wanted from this woman. A pity that it took something as lewd as sexual frustration to achieve it.

There was no help this time. The Head Girl let her slave babble and plead until something coherent came out. And something did come out, something very good indeed. Winter break was not for a few more weeks. This means she would nearly double the amount of time she would have her slave. There would also be no time to recover between now and when the slavery begins. This was perfect.

Her fingers slide all the way and circle just around the pulsing flesh that was the woman's g-spot. She was just barely outside its range as she circled it over and over again. Vera looked over at the glazed eyes of the referee. Her eyes narrow in annoyance which brought him back to attention. He swallowed hard and gave a quick nod to say he heard the offer. Now it was official.

"Very well," she purred, "Scream out my name and you shall be mine." Her fingers began to pump hard and fast, jabbing away at the hardened bundle of nerves with skillful ease. "Mind.. Body... And soul." Vera's thumb ground into the precious pearl as her other hand began to roughly grope the luscious mounds. The queen showed quickly that her tongue was not the only skillful appendage she had.

And suddenly she was in me…really in me playing those fingers in and out of the wet slippery whole that was all I could think about. Fingertips slide along my insides find another bundle of nerves that no man has every found before….

“ahh…veeerrraaa…..ffffuuuckk mmeeeeee….ohhhhhhh” I scream I scream her name and then again as the first spasm makes my foot slip and suddenly I am in her arms only kept upright by her own body. Heaven…by the prophet above this is heaven. Already the juices dripped down my leg to reach my ankle. Oil and cum mixing and dripping while the scent of sex grew to overpower all other scents in the immediate vicinity of my queen and I. The aroma of lust grew and I was its maiden.

The fingers continue to push the climax longer. Wet spurts flow with each heavenly shudder as my insides close on the delightful digits and squeeze tightly around them. I buck…shake…become an addict ODing on nothing but her searing hot flesh. Whatever I had done did not matter. What mattered was the future. What mattered was the here and now.

Another flick…another thrust…another tug upon my sensitive nipple and I babbled. Babbled like a baby because tonight I was a new born and this was the start of the rest of my life. Slave, servent, friend, or lover. However you sliced it I was whatever she wanted me to be.

I purred..then screamed again as she rolled my nipple between her finger and thumb. Not hard but soft like, enough to send pleasure and a bit of pain rolling inwards on my already clenching pussy.

The patrons had certainly not anticipated this show. A young woman, selling her soul to another for utter sexual gratification. Each no doubt wishing that she would scream like that in their beds. Some of them perhaps thinking they would be skilled enough to do it. And a few…a few might have been cynically enough to think it was an act. But act it was not

The crowd grew silent as the first squirts of the woman's nectar gushed forth. Vera finger's worked harder, faster as muscles clinged desperately to her stroking fingers. There was no escape, Cala was falling into the depths of bliss with no light in sight. The crowds cheered and dozens of cameras and phones took shots of the Arab woman cumming all over herself in the middle of the ring.

But that was enough of the gawking men. This little show no doubt pleased them and even Vera got something out of it or rather someone. She continued to work Cala's insides, prolonging the climax to the point of making the woman's legs go numb. Only when the climax finally died off did she stop and slowly withdrew her fingers. "And that is only the beginning, my pet," she whispered in the woman's ear before letting the woman's legs give and slump to the floor.

"I expect you to remained dressed as you are, with a leash in hand by the time I am ready to go, slave," Vera said as she made her way to the ropes and down the stairs to the waiting room. The Head Girl kept her head up high as if she were nobility as she walked by the audience. Cameras flashed as they took shots of the bronzed beauty as her large breasts bounce and sway with each step.

There was reason for her haste of course. Once out of the sight of countless leering stares, she layed a hand upon her lower belly. She panted heavily as the butterflies continued to wage war in her stomach. Slowly her fingers trailed lower, circling her already hardened pearl. "Uhhnn.. Ahh... N-Noo..." she shook her head and used her other hand to pull away from pleasuring herself. Vera had to be strong and endure. When she gets back to her room, she could see about letting go a little. For now, she must maintain her composure and maintain the posture of one in control.

The Head Girl slipped on her long overcoat, closing it up nice and tight before stepping out to the front room where she would wait for her pet to arrive.

The end came none too soon as my leg grew weak and the cramp began in my lower calf. Gritting my teeth I endured till she pulled her fingers from me and allowed me to collapse at her feet. For all she had shown me I wanted to please her back, just like in the dream that I now knew had been reality. She knew me too well and that meant that I did know her. I knew she would be on edge, her whole body tight with desire, a desire that I wanted to fulfill if only half as well as she had done me.

‘Dressed as I was..that would take no time at all, I had to trust that no-one would disapprove of my lack of dress if she ordered it of me. I had seen head girls held some sort of power. Though even now I did not know to what extent the power might go.

‘With leash in hand.’ Now that was harder. I had no idea even where to start. A shudder speed down my spin as I thought about it. Could a leash be going to far even for vera. But the answer was simple…NO. There were things she had done in my presence that had left me agitated and turned on. With the leash she had been serious which meant there had to be a way to secure one.

I looked to the referee….

“Sir…umm…sir, yes um…where can I get a leash?” The laugh was easy and certainly deserved. .

“Talk to Sgt Ritter” was all he said, and then motioned into the large spotlight.

“Thank you sir.” I had not even gotten his name.

Sliding to the edge of the ring I worked my way through the ropes to the catcalls and whistles of the men nearby. Wiggling suggestively I gave them a private little show that really meant nothing after all my screaming in the ring. IN the dim light I looked over the men not certain who was who. No doubt time was running out fast.

“umm I …well I need a leash real quick like if any of you gentleman happened to know were I could get one” I called out to the gathering of men. Already they were beginning to gather around…one crazy enough to grope my naked ass…

“Hey” my voice cracked, a thrill bouncing along my spine


“Missy, I got what you want, come along and I’ll hook you up real cheap” I did not like the thought of real cheap as it was very much obvious I had no pockets. There was a seedy underside to the campus and my introduction today had perhaps completed the picture. I was certain to learn more from Vera and so with an eager swagger I followed the foul man.

We went through several doors and finally stopped in front of a locker…SGT Ritter emblazoned across its surface on a piece of duct tape. Opening the locker he pulled out a black leather collar like a dog might were and a long black leash with a silver clasp. Holding out my hand I waited for the exchange.

“Not so quick missy….I figure you owe for this because I was saving it for my next session with your mistress Vera there.” He winked and the expression went from friendly to lurid in the time it took. “so no sex…but nothing says after all you did I can’t at least touch and so I want to touch. He didn’t even wait for ok…just ran his rough clammy hands over my tits and then down between my legs seeming to enjoy the sensation of my wet pussy as he stroked the lips to paradise.

“Bend over…I want a looksie.” I did what he asked hoping it would not take long so I could get out of here and back to the entrance in time to meet Vera. Fingers touched me…exploring my depths while I closed my eyes. The clumsy fingers pocked and prodded while I bit my lip in frustration to his bumbling attempts. A low groan from behind me and the hand left my snatch only to be followed by wetness. Starting from my ass to ooze and drip down my legs.

I wanted to slug him, but that would only make me late…so grabbing the collar and leash I ran…ran the way we had come dodging the traffic in the hallways. Noone3 stopped the mad naked girl as I went, no one even seemed to care. School rules did not seem to apply here and for the first time I was seeing things I had failed to notice before. Eyes might watch me but they were hungry eyes not surprised ones.

Vera was tapping her foot in the lobby all wrapped up in a trench coat. I was late. Not a good start. Thankfully I had the collar wrapped and the leash secured.

Offering her the leash I finally spoke between the gasps for air. “My quee..Mistress the leash as you asked. By the way there is a SGT Ritter…he is a pig.”

I had not had time to clean his mess from my ass. One hoped that would not cause me even more trouble for I was no longer certain when the rules worked and when they did not.

Vera did not have to wait long. Naturally since she went from the waiting room to the entrance, there was no real way for Cala to make it on time unless someone close by had a leash on hand. But the mistress kept her stern look as if she would not tolerate failure.

She quickly caught the mistake of nearly being called a queen again. Vera could not fault Cala on it. The title was pleasant and from an equally pleasant dream. The Head Girl will let it slide assuming the woman continues to correct the habit and begin referring her by her proper title.

The Head Girl turned to Cala and took a step forward. The coat would part slightly with each step, revealing her still oiled legs to those observing. "Yes, he is," she replied softly, "This being your first day, I am willing to forgive small mistakes. But I expect you to correct yourself and strive to improve yourself as my slave and pet. With that and due to our lack of time, I will speak of your other mistake so listen carefully my pet."

Vera rests her hands on the woman's shoulders. A small amount of pressure revealed that she wanted Cala to move down to her knees. "When you speak to me, you will have your eyes lowered and you will be on your knees. I am your mistress and you are now my slave, you are less than even another student in this school. Until I deem it fit, this will be your new role in life. Do you understand?" She waited for the proper response with title, "Now, put on your collar and offer your leash to me. You may use your hands to hold up the leash rather than your teeth. Consider that your reward for your first attempts of becoming a proper servant." With that Vera waited for Cala to absorb her lesson and be offered the leash that will seal her fate.

“Yes Mistress.” With trembling fingers I began to loop the collar about me while I knelt before her. At least the length of my hair would no longer make it difficult, not since that good for nothing porn producer Vera had hooked me up with had cut it.

I suppose wearing this git up made me a pet. I felt like one as the clasp clicked shut and I took the leash in hand. The sex and lessons had better be worth it. Already some strange man had shot his load on my back side. I really wanted a shower…to scrub away any reminder of him.

In for an ounce make it a pound. It was going to take a lot to overcome Vera’s hatred of me and if I was going to learn or do anything I had always made certain to do it right. If I was supposed to hold the leash in my mouth I could show my willingness to learn right now. Granted I had my doubts about how long this game would last. This was not the sort of public display any school was going to allow even if it had some kinks. I’d not seen this sort of thing so far, and even late on Saturday night I had my doubts about being walked home as a pet. After all my uniforms and my suit were still here at the station, I would eventually need them.

“umm…mistress is there any reading material I might get that would explain this whole pet/slave thing so I might learn a little faster?....ahhh mistress that is not to say you will not be a great teacher because you will be.” Quickly I shoved the leash in my mouth to stop me from uttering anymore stupid things. Fuckme……then I held the rest of it in my hands and offered her the end. Do both and maybe there would be less trouble for going the extra distance. I needed to learn to keep my mouth shut … but …well I did have questions and had no idea when I could ask them.

This was really new and the my view of the campus had changed a great deal tonight. Like all those things that seemed out of kilter…like the porn director, something was off about him now that I thought about it…hmmm….damn leash, I had more questions.

Cala had a hill to climb if she were to make Vera not hate the woman anymore. She suffered greatly from just this one mere student and the woman had not even been attending Shokushu for a year yet. The Head Girl had nearly bent over backwards in trying to help this student become something other than a cheap whore. Well at least she learned her lesson. Now it was all a matter of paying the Arab woman back for all this, one day at a time.

She kept her face calm, showing neither pleasure nor displeasure for the woman's actions. Of course she was pleased with the response and seeing Cala tremble at the symbolism that putting the collar on held. This one's time as a free spirit were over. If all goes to plan, perhaps even after winter break, this one will still be hers to keep.

Vera merely stared down at the Arab as she babbled away about books and learning faster. She was slightly insulted but she knew some of the thought behind it. Cala did her a favor by stuffed the leash in her own mouth to keep her from digging any deeper. Well that was an improvement in itself right there.

The Head Girl reached down and accepted the leash. She felt a thrill rise up in her body at the feeling of dominance and control she now had in her hand. Vera tugged the leash gently for Cala to rise to her feet and follow. She then turned and left the station, a small crowd of security snickering as they watched the two women leave.

It was late, the sun had already fallen leaving the two walking alone under the moonlight. Obviously Cala was not dressed to standards but being with a Head Girl would stifle any student's willingness to turn them in, assuming anyone was even out this late. Besides, this was punishment so it did not matter. Only when they were distance away from the station did Vera finally speak.

"First off," she tugged the leash harder to show her minor displeasure, "This is not a pet/slave thing. You are my slave and my pet. It is what you are will always will be. Your actions and attitude decided this. Your submission in the ring confirmed it. Do not forget this, that you did this willingly and without protest." Pet/slave thing just made it sound like it was merely a little game. In a way it was but it was much more than that. This was going to be Cala's new way of life for a very long time.

"As for any reading you may do," she continued, "The library may have something on such etiquette and behaviors. You may go there on what little free time you will have. Do not forget that your past actions have caused great harm to your mistress. You have much... much to atone for."

The security guard on the bottom floor of the tower merely sneered at Cala and Vera as they entered and walked towards the elevator. Such sights were common in the tower as Head Girls grew more creative with their many punishments and spreading their own influence throughout the student body.

Stopping at the door, Vera reached for her keycard. "When we enter, your duties as my slave will begin immediately," she said calmly, "When I am not holding the leash, you may wrap around your arm to keep it out of the way. There will be an apron waiting for you. Put it on and begin preparing me dinner. I do hope you have some skills as a cook. While I shower, have a nightgown ready for me when I finish. Do not get any oil or your filth on the fabric or I will be most displeased." With that, the door was unlocked and she opened it to Cala's new life.

I padded along behind my mistress using her as a shield in case anyone showed their face. It worried me that someone I might now would see me now. Something about being lead around vy the leash was unsettling and unnerving. It was hard to figure out all that I was feeling at the moment.

The bushes rustle as we pass and I almost jump. The air is heavier here, like something watches. My skin crawls under the invisible gaze but nothing happens. Perhaps my panic at being under a leash, naked and the scent of sex wafting strongly on the breeze. With my body oiled and glistening under the full moon it would not take much to notice me.

Listening to my new mistress I pondered the silly predicament I had gotten myself into. It was a game. Life was a game to be won or lost. I had to wonder about the statement dealing with ‘little free time’ for I did not want to leave Pia wondering where I was. Though If I was going to keep her safe what better way than to keep Vera’s focus on me. It was a hand that would need to be deftly played and for that I needed more information on this new life of mine. Needed it fast.

My shoulders sank as she intoned on about how I had much to atone for. That much was true. There is nothing worse than being under the thumb of someone you have fought and lost too. Someone that has good reason to hold a grudge against you. It went without saying that with my new view of the campus this could be a very bad thing.

The guard watched in amusement as we passed. Nothing said. I added that to the list of what is weird about this place. We rode the lift in silence. Silence till we arrived at her door, not mine. It seemed that my life was about to change more than I had expected. A thrill rolled up my spine and set my heart to flutter. Even ofter the great finger fuck I could feel my insides quiver at the thought of sleeping in her bed. But she talked…and did not talk of me in that bed much to my inner disappointment.

I could cook, clean, do all manner of housework for I had been trained by mother and father to be the good wife. I just hated it, and my own room was the outward sign of rebellion to the very notion of being domestic. Still being domestic to a woman…a mistress…no that was even more rebellious in my eyes. Father would surely have a fucking heart attack when he heard and I had every intention of letting him and rubbing it in his face. ‘yes father I cannot come home for winter break..no father it is not a man. I am living with a woman and I cook, clean, and take care of all the things that need doing including fucking her….oh the sex is great. By the way I am willingly her slave. Something I never would have done for that man you had all picked out. ” Yeap..that would do it.

“yeah…ohh…Mistress umm I can cook, though Arabic mainly.” … its mistress…mistress…mistress…I reminded my self as Vera dropped the coat and headed for the bathroom. A good meal would take a good hour to make and that was if you knew were all the stuff was. Hmm….Padding into the kitchen I started the water and grabbed a wash cloth and the kitchen soap. Step on…clean up so as not to get everything stained with oil. The sink was big enough..and as disappointed as It was to not be invited to join her in the shower I would do what was asked.

With my own body quickly scrubbed and dried I started on the task of locating everything in what was a surprisingly well organized kitchen. It reminded me of the morning I had eaten breakfast here and washed and put away the dishes. A memory that crashed once more upon me and set things to heat down between my legs. Only now was I beginning to realize just how hard it would be to live here and be sexually ignored if that was vera’s game.

Dinner was going….check
Night gown…so many sexy things to choose from – check
Little boring cotton apron – check – that needed to change….I laughed.
Set the table – check for two…hmmm

By the time the water turned off in the bathroom the aroma of a spicy little dish was wafting through the apartment and my own tummy was rumbling its desire to get to the morsels. Sex can take a lot out of you…great sex even more. Sex with Vera was great sex.

Arabic food? Spicy foods were not the best to have after a battle but it would have to do. She will have to see how well the woman cooks foods of her own culture before seeing about broadening the variety more. Cala was still fumbling with words, something that would have to be corrected quickly. She needed her slave to be sure of what she said and very clear that her thoughts are of nothing but serving her mistress.

But such matters could wait. The glistening beauty slipped off her coat and stepped into the shower where warm water awaits. Her heated body trembled as she soaked away the oil and sweat of her battle. Fingers glide over her heavy mounds, sighing in pleasure as she spent several minutes stimulating her now hypersensitive form. Vera's head reared back, biting down hard on her lip to stifle any cries of bliss as her hot juices mixed with the warm shower water. Once she came, the silver haired woman melted up against the wall allowing the waves of esctasy and fatigue wash over her.

She spent nearly an hour in there before stepping out and slipping into the nightgown that awaited her. The smell of spice welcomed her as she walked to the dinner table. The night was almost over but there was still much to review. Vera did not sit down and instead waited by her chair obviously expecting something from her pet. There were already a few mistakes that must be corrected within sight of the Head Girl's gaze.

The Head Girl looked over at the slave. Dressed in nothing but an apron, only her front was covered while the woman's back and rear were completely exposed. Still fully oiled, the dark beauty of the Arab glistened under the light making the woman look much like a polished statue. It was pleasing sight but Vera knew she must focus on business before pleasure. Her position as Head Girl depended on it.

Pleased with myself I waited in the kitchen in the little white apron. When she came in it was a thing of beauty and purpose that greeted my eye. The nightgown accenting her curves like it had been tailored just for her. The cloth teased at what lay beneath making Vera appear even more sexy if it was possible. Clothes could do a great deal for a girl…and vera’s did not disappoint.

There was a moment, a long moment of silence as she stood there next to the chair. Awkward silence as the seconds ticked by. My mouth moved, I was uncertain what was expected…and then…then like a flash of light the obvious finally hit me.

“Mistress…is this like one of those fancy restur….” I stopped at the disapproving look and scampered to the chair to pull it out. I had thought we would sit together and eat. Obviously as a slave I needed to do more than I had anticipated. Making the meal had not been enough …now someone needed to play hostess and waitress and well…since there was no one else in the room that meant…ding…me! This was already getting old and the night was young. Inwardly I groaned as I pushed the chair forward and seated my ‘mistress’ it was going to be a long 5 weeks.

The scent of her shampoo settled about the space of her chair and reminded me of nights and dreams. Already I was getting edgy, a sort of sexual edge and was wondering when she would finally get around to asking me to have a little fun. Domestics aside, it was why I was here was it not? We had great sex. I’d do my time and collect my little rewards. Being this close, feeling the heat of her, smelling her, the touches as the chair slid home. Little things that kept the embers of the home fire burning.

“what would my mistress like to drink, water, milk…or whatever else she had in this place that I am as yet unaware of?” well shit, it wasn’t like she did not know what was here. Get her the drink…get her a plate…and sit down with her…or wait. That was the key question now. And when were we going to bed. More and more that question was bothering me.

The fact the slave had to nerve to ask instead of putting two and two together was frustrating to say the least. This woman was a natural in screwing up. But that was not the most annoying part. Cala did not know this but Vera was an empath and could read these surface emotions of annoyance and impatience. This was something that had to be corrected before the attitude grew unbearable.

Taking her seat, the question about a drink was fine if Cala had not rambled on the extra part in the end. Sighing softly she did not look at the woman when she replied. "That can wait," she said softly, "Kneel beside me, pet. There is much to speak of." Once the order was complied, Vera's fingers gently stroked through the woman's hair. "You are trying, this is your first night as mine. But there are several mistakes that must be addressed. In most cases, the slave is given an opportunity to speak those mistakes and how to correct them. The night is late and you being a beginner would take much too long. So listen carefully..."

"Where is my coat?" she asked. If Cala would look it would still be on the floor where Vera had removed it. "You should have picked it up and found a proper place to hang it. Having to ask if you have to pull my chair out was completely disrespectful. And finally your attitude needs adjusting. I can read you like a book, pet. You call me Mistress but there is no sign in your head that you believe the title to be true. You still think of yourself and only focus on completing these few weeks with me or worse yet you are merely focused on gaining my touch once more." Her fingers grip the woman's chin tightly as she forced Cala to look up at her. "Need I remind you that it was your actions that led to your slavery, not mine. You are a slave and your mistress comes first. Your life revolves around your mistress. I suggest you repeat those phrases over and over again to yourself. I am showing kindness for your first day but if this continues, I shall replace you with a more obedient slave. I know Pia would be much more skilled in following directions." As much as she wanted her dream as queen to come true, she must make the effort in breaking this rebellious attitude down. She may seem evil and slavery was no doubt evil but she could not grow into a kind mistress until her pet showed a great amount of improvement.

"Do you understand?" she waits for the woman to reply or nod, "Good, now repeat what you learned to me. Do not keep me waiting."

I sat…not sure it was the right way or even if it mattered, but the devil was in the details and there seemed to be so many of them.

Shit…forgot about the coat. One down.

It was scary as she went through my actions and thoughts as if she really could read me. That raise the hairs on the back of your neck scary was happening. To many emotions ran around in my heart and to stifle them was insanity in and of itself. She was telling me I would have to love this postion..this slavery and she would know if I didn’t. fuck me. I was really starting to worry and fear what I had gotten into. Vera seemed to have talents…talents similar to my curse but unlike me she controlled it…could control it.

It hit me…as Allah wills, could she teach me that control. Awe. Fear, worry. And finally simmering anger and hate when she mentioned Pia. More fear and worry as well.

“Mistress, there is no need to bring Pia in…I…I will do what you ask. Your life before my own.” The worry grew, Vera would expect me to love her more than I did Pia…and that…that did not seem to be in the cards. It was slowly dawning on my dim witted brain that I might have bit off more than I could chew and choking on that food was going to hurt Pia. That I could not let happen. For her sake I would have to no just put on a happy face but be happy.

“My Mistress wants all of it. She wants to be the center of my world. I am to do all to make her life the best it can be and to be obedient in all things. I am guessing that this means that I need to check my libido at the door which is very hard as I have memories of her touch and right now sitting here next to her in that adorable nightgown smelling the lavender in her hair its driving me crazy and the thought she might do something to Pia just to hurt me really makes me angry and bitter and worried that makes it harder for this slave to try and love her mistress as her mistress must now since she can read me so well.”

I had rambled.

“If my mistress would be so kind to tell me what she would like to drink since I do not yet know here tastes I will get it and her meal and only her meal since I seemed to have made a mistake in setting two places at her table. Then I will fetch her coat and ensure it gets cleaned of the oils before putting it away. Is that better?” It was on honest question for I had additional incentive now to do what she desired. My life was so out of control I doubted I might ever wrest any of it back again.

The ripple of emotion was easily noticed but it was expected. Vera did strike out at a tender target. But Cala was beginning to understand. Passive resistance would not work either. She was to get a slave and she shall get a slave, body, mind, and soul. The Head Girl would not accept anything less.

Cala quickly understood the situation and was even more eager to get better. Unfortunately the rambling was doing more harm than good. Vera had to resist the urge to rest her head on the table from the mind numbing insanity that came from the woman's mouth. She lets forth a long sigh before replying. "You are trying my patience. If I was center of the world then all people would be my slaves which is not true. As a slave, your focus is your mistress. Your mistress is your world. There is no revolving nor twists of words. I made it quite clear but it seems you would rather mock me than actually learn your proper role." Shaking her head, this was getting tiring even for her, "You are impossible. Get out of my sight."

She was already clear that the woman was on thin ice for the amount of grief she had to deal with. The questions grew worse as if the woman was talking down to her. The slave was talking down to her, the mistress! It was difficult to think of being more annoyed than the past few days but here they are. No, she had enough. She will send this brat to the basement for the rest of her bloody life then take Pia too just out of cruel spite. Cala did have a tendency to bring out the worse in Vera.