Vera was finished with her work and logged off her computer. She could already feel the woman's confusion rippling outwards like a storm. No doubt questions must be rising in that pretty little head of hers. Few actually know the Head Girl beyond the spread of rumors. Were some true? Were some lies? Perhaps time will tell who Vera really was behind closed doors.

The kiss did disorient her pet. But she did smile to find her nightgown beside her uniform waiting for her. Perhaps there was hope for the girl afterall. Sighing softly, she stripped off her uniform and enjoyed the soft fabric of her gown resting on her weary form. It had been a long few days and she was glad this one was done with as well. But there was still one matter to attend to.

As Cala's aura dimmed and the woman began to slumber, the Head Girl silently layed a blanket over the woman's nearly nude body. With that, she slipped into her own bed. Her head hit her pillow and she knew no more.

This time the alarm beeped its shrill warning to the end of night before the sun had come up. A 0600 wake up call for the head girl was going to make my life miserable. I was not a morning person and I positively groaned as the soft blanket fell to the side my tired body not wanting to get up even as I sat up.

And sit I did. Did it very well with my head in my hands and me elbows on my knees. Sat and groaned and moaned about the thrice cursed rotten hour. I swear I had not slept…not slept enough. One could only hope it got easier with time.

It did not. That is not to say that being a slave did not have perks. It seemed that the girls in the dorm that Vera was responsible for wanted to know all manner of dirt on her. Before my time I would have gladly given it and more. But know…know I had started to understand just how hard she did work, and more how much she sacrificed. As the week wore on and I did not participate in the rumor mill my new found friends drifted away.

From fame to pariah in five fast days, those are the fickly flames of youth. One more week of school and the campus would empty as students made their way home. Most of them…but for me…and what seemed to be the malcontents or the ones in need of additional tutoring, we would stay on. Interestingly it seemed all the head girls were included in the stay behind package. We were a strange group and winter break was sure to say a great deal about us.

Far more exciting though was the prospect of boys on campus. And when I did not talk about Vera all manner of talk was on the impending Christmas dance and what costumes would be worn. As for me I figured I was no longer going. Vera had things that needed doing…and what needed doing was mine to do.

Finals were next week…and with grim determination I once more made my way to the lift that would take me to my home away from home. Thankfully the coach was more comfortable than my old bed, and for some kind hearted reason Vera had provided a blanket on my second nights stay. The coolness of the night would not be getting to my unclad body. Like everyday the lift doors opened.

Like every day I once more removed my entire uniform and neatly folded it before walking into Vera’s apartment naked as the day I was born to stow my gear and cook and clean. This was my new life for better or for worse.

The door to slavery opens……

A soft click sounds as the door was unlocked and Cala's nude form entered. Vera was sifting through some papers at her desk when she looked up and saw her precious pet approaching. The woman did not show any shame for stripping out in the hall and taking the time to fold her clothes before entering. The woman sets the clothes to the side to be tended to later before circling her desk and kneeling before her.

The Arab woman had been performing very well the past few days. The woman was learning a variety of skills that made her a much more proficient servant. Having such signs of improvement led to their being little to no shock when Vera lifted her pet's chin with a finger and planted a soft kiss upon the woman's lips. "Welcome back, my pet." She smiled softly.

The apron that Cala was to wear was no where in sight. The Head Girl stroked the woman's cheek for a few moments before beginning the days orders. "I trust you are doing well in all your classes?" she asked, already knowing the answer, "You have pleased me greatly the past few days so I decided it was time to make a few changes. Though appealing, it is time for you to find new attire to wear before me when you serve me. Of course I would love to see your shapely form but perhaps you can find attire that would be even more appealing to my eye."

Her fingers slide around to the back of the Arab's neck. The slave would feel the patch at the base of her neck be removed and replaced with fresh nicotine. The supply was steady as long as the servant continued improving. "While you seek a new uniform for me, you should also consider what to wear on the prom coming up soon. I must assist in the setup and attend it myself. I am sure you already have a date lined up for such an event. It is not often that students can take part in an event that includes alcohol." She smirked faintly.

There was some regret having to send her own servant into hell. But it was required that all students attend this party though only the Head Girls and staff knew the truth behind the event. "If there are no questions, you may go and work on your new uniform. Come to me when you are ready to show it off. On your free time you may work on making a costume for the party as well." With that, Cala was left in the nude until a new slave uniform was made.

Now I was to be a seamstress. The word was all I Knew about sewing so it seemed unlikely I would please my mistress with my efforts. That was the bad news. The good news…the news that lifted my sprits and my heart as much as the kiss was that I would be attending the ball. Boys might be nice, but even better Pia and I might be able to have some time of our own. The five minutes her and five minutes there was getting old. Pia deserved better of me and I would ensure she got it.

Then again she did say find new attire. Perhaps I was not looking at this right. Yes…purchase was something I could do. Dad did provide a small fund for my use to cover incidental expenses. As a slave I had none…till now.

Shopping…now that was fun. Not only had I gotten a kiss but I was allowed a new uniform. But before that I had to complete my rounds of the apartment. At least I thought I needed to do that first. Who said a slaves life was uncomplicated. Things had changed…maybe busting my ass was working.

While the meal baked I went on-line…It would all come down to how I interpreted Vera. She was not the dark evil person I had first painted her to be. There was a soft side to her to the fabric of her slave needed to reflect that. Feminine…soft, something to accent the body and yet tease by its mere presence. Shear was better than absolute nakedness. I had seen what she wore to bed. Finally It had to have value in and of itself because she held a good slave as valuable.

At the proscribed time I served my mistress her dinner and then sat naked next to her waiting till her queue to discuss the uniform.

Of course she did not expect the woman to make a uniform from scratch. One just had to be creative with what was available or simply buy one. Vera had no doubts that this wannabe porn star could find something sexy to wear while being her devoted slave. She made it sound like a reward but really she was growing tired of seeing the same outfit each day. Watching Cala walk around the suite wearing only an apron was not helping her libido calm any. Vera smirked faintly at the thought of the slave princess outfit that she wore in her dream. But it was doubtful such a thing could come true.

The Head Girl partially expected her request to be done first followed by the standard duties but Cala seemed to have developed the habit of making a round of checks in her room first. She did not mind as it was still productive and beneficial in the end. Vera sighed as she logged her report into the computer and sat back. She could smell dinner cooking while her slave searched through the computer for potential slave attire.

Dinner time came quickly and as expected her slave was right on time to guide her to her seat. She sat down and tasted the meal prepared. The woman was improving in her cooking skills. She was uncertain if learning to cook was annoying her slave but that did not matter. A slave's life belonged to the mistress. The woman would learn whatever she wished her to learn.

Reaching down, she stroked Cala's cheek. "The meal tastes wonderful," she began, "You are still in the nude I see. Have you found something to wear yet, my pet?" Her fingers traced downwards, caressing one of the woman's breasts. The tip of her finger circled slowly over an exposed nipple, teasing the woman's senses.

As I waited the heat rolled from her body. One leg swing nearer. Was it unconscious? Or did she test my ability to control my emotions. Swallowing hard I remained still as I could, aware once more of the sweet scent of my mistress.

I was uncertain when the day had arrived that Vera had ceased to be Vera and had become my mistress in my mind’s eye. It was a subtle change and one that had gone unnoticed till now. She was my mistress, and my mistress had given me a task. I hoped she would not be upset that it had not been completed yet. I knew the direction but I would have to gain the assistance of some of my fellow students to get it done.

I perked up at my mistress’s praise. Cooking was not my strong point. Still it felt good inside and then came the dreaded question combined with the distraction of trailing fingers. How I wanted to move into them. Wanted to let her touch every part of me. My entire body screamed to move and beg for more.

The nipple rushed hot and hard under her caress and I bit my lower lip to try not to forget the question and continue as my mistress demanded. But the tightening of my breasts after so long being in this room with her and not getting a positive sexual signal till now had been horrible beyond words.

“Mistress” I stammered my voice cracking. “I thought long about it and have a plan. But I need some fellow students to make it happen as I am not at all good with needle and thread…and there is nothing quite right on line. The garment will be simple in nature and made so that I might do my duties without getting it filthy. But it should befit my mistress’s style, personality and spirit. If you would be so kind as to allow me a few more days to get it put together your humble slave would be honored. If I am not attractive enough naked I can wrap a towel or some such about me, but I beg to be allowed my nakedness for two more days while I complete the garment. “

I did not think my nakedness was a bad thing to my mistress except now…now that I might be distracting her. For that I did not have an answer, for that I did not know If I should dress or take pride in the fact she was distracted by me.

Five whole days without sex must have been maddening for the young Arab. Feeling Vera's attentions was like throwing a match into a tank of gasoline. She could feel pride swell inside the woman when she praised the food but that feeling was quickly smothered by the growing heat of need.

Was it time to press things forward? Cala's body was reacting greatly to the mere touch of a single finger. Perhaps it was time for some special punishment. But she needed a reason to do so. Well not really but it would be better to have a reason so she could keep her slave's trust.

"I see," she replied calmly, the tip of her fingernail flicking just over the hardened nub, "I suppose it is not your fault then. I did not give you much time to complete such a task and you had your other duties as well." Vera's finger traced gently over to the other breast, teasing the other nipple to life. "Very well, you may remain dressed as you are until the garment is ready. Then it must be approved by myself."

Another finger was added as it began to roll around the rock hard nipple between the two. "Hmm, but seems that leaves us with some free time," she cooed softly, "I wonder, what I should do to you. A pity you have been doing so well. I could then spend the rest of the day... punishing you."

Vera just enjoyed the sight of Cala squirming before her. The woman had grown loyal to her the past few days. Now she could tease those wants, those desires that were in the woman's dreams. She wondered how far she could push this pet before the woman just breaks and begs for it. Even Vera needed to play sometimes.

This was a new twist to my time with my mistress. A strange, exciting and wonderful but also worrisome twist. I had dreamed of my queens return, her hands upon me. My body fairly vibrated under her touch.

The week had been so busy I had not been able to be with anyone which for me had never been healthy for my libido. Strangely I had not used my fingers in the shower. Instead I had savored my sleep as the days duties typically left me exhausted. But today, now, with the apparent willingness of my mistress that need was threatening to burst. Not just the nipple she played with had hardened to a firm and full point, but so had the other. Together they almost hurt as my desire burst across my willing body.

I knew Vera to be kinky at times. My mistress might harbor those same needs. So far I had never been punished in any of the ways she had punished other students. Sure I had made mistakes and her soft scorn had made me wilt. But the way she said what she did left me wondering if she wanted me to do something wrong on purpose. This new thought only served to confuse me for was I not her slave to do with as she wished? And yet her unwillingness to mistreat me was profoundly comforting.

With my body on fire and a soft whisper of a moan passing across my lips in a hiss of breath I knew I had to do something least I lose this chance.

“Mistress…do you wish me to do something so that you may punish me as is fitting? I…I failed to get the uniform done as you requested is that not sufficient?”

A thrill ran across my arms and legs raising goose bumps in its wake. It was as if my skin leapt to the chance to have my queen back. Already I could feel the dampness of desire. Teeth nibbled on my lower lip as my body tensed and the knowledge my mistress took carnal delight in my body became all too real. I was not ugly in her eyes, her purpose of the last week locked in her mind and not fully understood by me.

It was a joy to once again be played with. It was a joy to think that perhaps all the hard work was going to pay off in its own way.

"Hmm?" Vera's eyes glitter with amusement at the response, "But I did not take account that you would not have the supplies ready to perform such a task. I cannot possibly punish my precious little pet for such a situation." She pinched and tugged lightly on the hardened nub. The Head Girl could feel the woman's pulse racing, throbbing with hot blood into the erect teat. She could feel the heat rolling from the woman's body and her aura. To stop now would be oh so cruel.

"Mmm... Why are you trying to be punished hmm?" she cooed softly, "Are you hiding something you did wrong and regret it now? Or perhaps you simply, want to be punished." She stroke her fingers below the woman's breast. The feel of the heated flesh swelling before her touch and grow firm with arousal was an enthralling feeling. Through her training and teaches, she was not only getting Cala's mind but now her body as well.

"If I were to punish you, I would not be gentle," she said heatidly, teasing the slave further, "Why seek the wrath of such a cruel woman such as myself?" Her fingers slide up between Cala's breasts. She lifted her pet's chin while her other hand brushed strands of hair from the woman's face. The soft moans were music to her ears. All this time holding back those urges only to have her crack the barrier with a pick. She was the one in control of those urges now and right now she was directed that desire and flow towards her own lovely form.

Vera kept control of her breathing though she could already feel her own blood boiling with desire. Her own sex was growing wet but her pet could not see it. She took long deep breaths as she continued to watch her pet writhe before her touch. The Head Girl smiled softly, she had not even gotten to the good parts yet. For now, she could only wait to see how her new slave would react to these new little games.

I have waited a week for this time with my mistress. Within my lap I wring my shaking hands together in nervousness as I listen to and feel her attentions. My body is wound up tighter than a kid goat on the way to market.

Around me the steel claws of a trap seem ready to spring. Still I sit quietly trying to desperately think when all I want to do is throw my arms around her and kiss those luscious lips of hers. Perhaps I deceive myself, perhaps the trap had already sprung and the animal within is simply unaware.

And like an animal I move…turning just a little with my torso and breathing deep, pushing my chest forward to better display myself like some strutting female peacock. Pick me..pick me…pick me I silently scream from my perch beside her.

“Mistress, if I were to say yes to the punishment would it mean your enjoyment as well? If I were to lie would I not be punished for lying in lieu of the pleasures of your hand? I think my mistress knows full well that she has wound up her toy to the point the spring might not take any more if it is not allowed to be released. Or is it my mistresses desire to see how tightly the toy may be wound. I hurt you, in many ways, I understand that but to deny the dream, to make me naked before you…or worse yet designing seductive clothing for your enjoyment only torments me further. Is that not punishment? I would beg for that chance while every muscle in my body tenses to jump into your lap and kiss you….even to the point of being punished for doing so. So to be honest I do not understand this game except to say I see tricks and traps at every turn. My only recourse it to be honest and say that I will take the punishment of my mistress if it gives her pleasure, she need only request it. Or I will take her pleasure if she deems me worthy. But this desert…this desert I dwell in now leaves me parched without water”

She could only giggle softly at the response. "So formal," she sighed, "I suppose I did train you well. We shall simply call this a learning experience then." Vera grabbed the leash hanging from the woman's collar. She had not grabbed the item since the fight night. It was as if the mistress was finally seeing the pet as worthy enough to be consider her property now.

Tugging the leash, Vera rose to her feet. "Come," she ordered. She smoothed her skirt and adjusted her sash before walking to the door. The Head Girl turned to Cala briefly, lifting the woman's chin. "Now, I do hope you trust me, my pet," she whispered, "We will be going on a little trip. Do not attempt yourself. Should anyone see you, walk proudly knowing you are my special little pet." With that, she opened the door and led the Arab out into hall and proceeded out of the tower.

Being past dinner time, the sun was already setting casting the wooded path into darkness. Vera walked calmly despite the faint sounds of wildlife off in the distance. She never showed any hesitation of perhaps being caught with a naked student bound to her. The Head Girl made her way towards the main building on campus and towards the locked door. Cala had never seen the door but she had been inside before.

She took a moment to find her keys and unlocked the door to the basement. She led her pet carefully down the steps. Vera gave a soft smile to reassure her pet. No doubt worry would come forth for being taken to such a dark area that held such horrible memories. The faint drops of water could be heard from the leaky pipes of these dank halls. The Head Girl led her slave through the winding passage ways until she stopped at another door.

The door creaked loudly as she unlocked and opened it. With a tug, she gave a silent order to follow as she stepped into the pitch black room. She hit a few switches and only a couple of lights dimly lit up. "Here," she said softly, "We are all alone. Come my pet." Vera stepped towards the middle of the room, underneathe one of the lights. "Raise your arms up, crossing them at the wrist. I have to make sure your ribs are not too tender." She cooed as released the leash, letting the strap of leather fall between Cala's breasts.

I had not realized I had been trained. But the compliment did brighten my day as much as her hand upon my now hard teat. When she held the leash I fairly jumped up, anxious that we were about to go together somewhere my heart now beating so hard I could feel it thump upon my ribs. Would we roll in her soft bed? Or would I bathe her? Instead she lead me to the door, and out…..

Out?!

People might see. My first thought caused a bit of distress. Yet, the rumors already ran the halls and the questions I endured already spelled out the many different scenarios. By walking behind her naked upon a leash most of the questions would disappear though new ones would surface. New giggles behind my back and furtive stares. For the sudden thrill I felt that she would take me out amoung my peers in this manner made me see it as worth it. Let them talk, I had always been above the petty squabbles of student life. I fucked those same girls boyfriends…now ..now my mistress was showing she did find me special. Was it any different?

The grin grew upon my face. My head lifted, my step had new bounce and wiggle. Naked, lead by the leash I began to see a sexy girl in myself. Not one that had to sell her body but freely gave it to her mistress and her mistress accepted the gift. It was something special. I was something special. My mistress was the world.

The locks clanged and for a moment I did not want to step into the dank corridors. They reminded me of the perverted producer. I chewed on my lip nervous now. Would my mistress turn me over to watch me get fucked by him…or another. Is that how she found pleasure. Yet her words did not seem to hold any guile, or any untoward hints of deceit. Trust….

Trust was important. She trusted me with her key card and all her apartment. I suspected I could have gotten on her computer to snoop. I had not. The thought had not even occurred to me till now. If she could show that much trust in me…someone just a week ago she hated I could take that step. One step…then another till the darkness swallowed us and all I could do was follow the pale ghost just a step ahead of me.

Trust allowed me to put my arms above my head and cross my wrists. Trust allowed me to keep them there when Vera touched the old wound. It was better, but too much laughing or crying was going to hurt. The Nurse practitioner had said to avoid anything too physical for at least 3 weeks.

“Mistress it is tender…but…but I want you to be happy, I can endure. I…I trust you with my life.” It was hard to say. A week was not a long time. But in that week she had done nothing to hurt or demean my position and she could have. The woman I knew now was not the same woman I had known. Either I had changed, she had changed, or we both had. All I knew is I liked my mistress much more than Vera. Maybe that was why I willingly called her mistress mentally and physically and not Vera. My mistress would not hurt me like Vera might. If she needed to she would tell me why, of that I was certain.

Despite the small giggles and taunts behind Cala's back, Vera could feel a since of pride coming from her pet. Did this woman see this as a reward? A punishment? Both? There were small questions about this Arab woman that Vera did not see back when she met the rather simple girl. Little by little, she will learn all she can about her slave the next few weeks.

"How sweet," she purred, as her fingers slightly stroked the tender area, "I will be gentle. Cannot have you reinjuring your body and spoiling the fun." The Head Girl disappeared into the shadows followed by the sounds of tools being moved about. She had come down here several times to punish students that collected too many demerits. Experiencing many of these tools herself, she was rather proficient in all of them. First though, she needed to keep her pet from moving too much.

Vera returned with a long length of black rope. It was made of silk so it would not harm the skin. She moved close to Cala, pressing her chest to the woman's. "Now remain very still," she whispered as she began to to tie the woman's wrists together. She then took the rest of the rope and tied it up on a hook hanging above them. The rope was given a little slack so it would not stretch her pet's rib muscles but the woman would not be able to drop her arms at all. The Head Girl then took the leash and wrapped it tightly around Cala's firm breasts before tieing it to itself. Her fingers stroke over the now pushed up mounds, pleased with her work.

There could be more she could add to the bondage but being a first lesson she decided to start light. Now to add a bit more trust, Vera blindfolded the woman and stepped quietly away. Cala could almost swear that the Head Girl was still teasing her body as a fleeting touch could be felt here then there but none long enough to be quite sure.

"Now then," Vera said softly, "This will be a lesson in discipline but with great rewards if you can endure and prove yourself, my dear pet. Tell me," she continued as she dabbed a thin brush into a bottle of fluid, "Tell me who you are. Tell me what you are. Tell me who you serve. Tell me who you worship. Tell me what you desire more." The Head Girl would give pause between each question so Cala could answer. Meanwhile, the very tip of the brush would lightly graze over the very tips of the woman's nipples. The brush would slowly circle outwards until the entire puffing areolae was glistening with the unknown fluid. As Vera moved to dab the brush over the woman's clit, Cala would feel her nipples itch. The fluid was an itching agent and she was spreading it over both nipples, her clitoris, and now lightly spreading it over the woman's puffing netherlips.

The silk cord tightly held my wrists and then was looped above me head. I did not look up instead closing my eyes and enjoying the closeness of my mistresses clad body against my nakedness. The basement was cool in comparison to the apartment and having the heat of my mistress so close was even more wonderful. I scarcely breathed for fear of breaking the contact.

Too soon however she moved back, wrapping the leash that hung from my collar around tightly around my breasts. Testing my ability to breathe deep I took note of the pain from my ribs and did not push it while the leash restricted me and pushed against my tits.

Still I remained even as the blindfold was applied and I had a momentary flashback of the shit head that had done that dirty things to me in the name of porn. But vera…my queen..my mistress had rescued me and the pleasure I had experienced had been unparalleled.

So I stood, swaying slightly, blind as a bat.

‘who are you’ she asked, followed by the tickling light touch of something soft upon my nipple. Blood surged within and my addled brain sought the answer. The Arabic way…

“I am the first daughter of Sheik Summayyah, my given name Cala Matssoon Sumayahh exile to New York of America and late pet and ….and slave of you” the brush rolled across my other nipple while the first one began to itch. Unconsciously I tugged downwards..then consciously to deal with the itch. Tied…

‘what are you’ the brush moved…between my legs…I shifted, sliding my legs apart and rolling my pelvis forwards till it hit me this was the same sensation. The swollen nipples needed to be rubbed, anything to stop the prickly sensation of a thousand mosquitoes all poking the confined areas at once. The tip of my nose itched…

“Mistress…” I was about to plead…and caught myself. This was mine to endure by design and my willing acceptance when I allowed her to lead me here and tie me up. I had said she could. That she could punish me if it gave her pleasure. Even so I had not anticipated this twist.

“Mistress, I began again…”I am the willing per and slave of Vera my mistress who I have given permission to punish me and shit it itches….

The sensation was getting worse much like they always did when I had to sit for prayers and remain still. Even the itch on my nose was starting to drive me crazy. I wobbled about on the overhead tether.

“Mistress I serve you….serve your pleasure in all ways.” I was trying…trying to figure out how this served anyone’s pleasure. Between my legs It burned…my clit throbbed…my nipples pulsed, every sensitive area of my body was alive and crawling with sensations of burning itching that demanded I scratch. Wiggling my legs together I tried to get to the itch between them but I was built with thin thighs and I did not rub well…not that high. A torment…agonizing torment that left my ribs forgotten.


“I …you…I want you to touch me…please rub me…please….” Answering both her questions as I beg for her touch. She did not have to do this…this I already wanted. I wanted her touch, lived for it but then perhaps the pleasure was greater if I absolutely needed her. It was not my place to wonder at why my mistress might do anything. I was hers.

Hmm. Vera left the woman in silence as she pondered. The itching liquid was no doubt driving the poor girl wild. Her pet did managed to get four out of five with little issue. But she needed perfection. If she did not get one hundred percent now, it would only make her seem too lenient.

The silver haired woman leaned forward and gently blew on the swollen nipples. The cool air would help dry the fluid and make it soak into the engorged nubs. It would also ensure that when she does finally touch the woman, she does not get the itching sensation on her own fingers.

"Who are you?" she asked again. Vera once more cycled through the questions. The only mistake early was the profanity about the unbearable itch from the woman's third answer. As she asked, she continued to cool the precious peaks with her breath before blowing similarly over the woman's glistening folds.

This would continue for as long as it would take for Cala to get it right. If necessary, she would reapply the fluid to keep the sensation unrelenting. Only when the woman says it without interruption would she move on to the next step. Her pet had all night to get this right.

"Mmm good girl," her fingers would lightly flick over each nipple, granting only an inkling of relief as she spoke, "Now take those statements, those truths and repeat them over and over again. As long as you continue, I shall grant you relief. Hesitate, and I will stop until you reach that point again and get it right. Now, begin." Her fingers would begin with the itching nipples, rolling them slowly between her fingers.

With the woman suffering constant distractions, it would take more mental strength and willpower to maintain the chant. This training and repetition would drill the words into her slave's pretty little head. She wanted the mantra to become part of this woman's world and a part of the woman's pleasure. Tonight, her pet would only think of how good it feels to be her loyal slave.