I shivered in the cool damp air while the itching drove me to bounce, anything, even the friction of passing air had to do some to stem the surging sensation that built of its own now.

Exasperated I began again,

“I am the first daughter of Sheik Summayyah, Cala Matssoon Sumayahh exile to New York of America and late pet and ….and slave of you”

I swore I could feel the heat of her body. For a moment I was able to hold still, my jaw set in utter determination. A warm soft breeze flows over the one nipple than another…I shift…the heat moves lower…I groan under the assault. I want to scream of her to do more than blow on me…I want her to touch me…to grant me relief.

“ I am a slave of you..my mistress…I serve you…arrrgg…I do …I serve you willingly for your pleasure and I desire you to touch me…to want me…to like me…I want to please you even now.”

Her fingers touched me and it was all I felt, those fingers…the relief for her having touched me.. Then once more the itch…

My chant got shorter…simplier, the formal language of my heritage gone so long as I could have those fingers on me. I wanted to curse that my mistess did not have 4 hands…for with only two there was an agonizing itch always with the comfort of her other hands.


“My name is cala…I am a slave …a pet. I serve my mistress Vera …I serve her pleasure, desire her joy, please mistress…”

The touch left….

“Mistress…I am cala…slave an pet of mistress Vera who I serve, I worship her, and want her pleasure above my own”

Fingers rubbed the hard nipples and left me panting in pleasure while my lips and clit burned in itchy pain.

“Mistress…I am cala…slave an pet of mistress Vera who I serve, I worship her, and want her pleasure above my own”

Fingers slide along the wet folds of my pussy, teased and needed my engorged clit. I wiggled against them, pleasure heating fires in my gut while my nipples throbbed in agony.


“Mistress, I am cala…slave an pet of mistress Vera who I serve, I worship her, and want her pleasure above my own” I screamed aloud, my voice echoing off the walls, the hands moving to my nipples…

Over and over till my voice broke and I barked into the darkness. I could hear the mantra in my mind. A voice that cried in head. The brush would return, always when the itching ebbed. Regardless I continued talking
My voice a hoarse whisper…

“Mistress…ahh….I am cala…a slave an pet…to Mistress Vera who I wish to serve with all my heart, body and soul in all ways. Worshiping her, wanting her pleasure. “

She could feel the woman's will slipping away. Cala focused hard to maintain a strong voice but that only made the effect stronger. As her slave began to lose her breath and voice, the woman could do nothing but try harder forcing herself to speak those words over and over. The mantra grew more concise and more focused. The truths were now becoming absolutes in Cala's little world.

Vera used only her fingers to pleasure two of the three areas that itched. She would rotate but always one would be devoid of the relieving touch of her fingers. Her pet would sway in her bonds, pressing into her touch. Hips would grind against her fingers in an attempt to slide them into the slave's slippery depths. But Vera only focused on soothing those itching areas. She could feel the woman's swollen clit twitching beneathe her stroking fingers as the woman continued to chant.

Wearing away her slave both physically and mentally, the Head Girl observed the changes in her pet's behavior. The voice grew fainter but even if words failed to escape, the lips continued to mouth the words. The woman was nearly repeating the chant subconciously which would only help cement these thoughts in her slave's psyche. Now it was time to give the woman more relief.

She continued to roll a nipple in one hand while her fingers saw up and down along the woman's soaking netherlips. The silver haired woman leaned forward, her warm breaths caressing over the untouched tit. Licking her lips slowly, she captured the swollen nub between her lips and began to lash her tongue in slow circles. Her cheeks dimple as she took long deep sucks on the precious peak, pulling back gently to bring even more heated blood to the surface. Now her pet could associate the chant, these thoughts of submission with relief and pleasure.

“I am cala, slave and pet to my mistress Vera whom I submit and worship for her pleasure…l am…ohhhhh” my voice crackles, throat dry, tongue barely able to move. Still the voice repeated…repeated even when the soothing warmth of her mouth sucked the hard point fully into her mouth and the itchiness subsided to pure bliss.

My heart beat strong, though my knees grew week and my arms ached at having been held over my head. Now I strained forward into that mouth. Breath hissing outwards in delirious delight even as I kept up the mantra.

Inside new voices began to sing another song; A song consisting of the croak of frogs and rustle of reeds. A long ripple of heat moves against me and once more my queen stands before me. My body quivers at her sight, her mouth upon my teat. Lips close on the hard point while her tongue flicks across the end of me.

Her fingers part my nether lips, gathering up the juices that will make there passage within me easier. I am to remain still…to accept the soothing relief her fingers and mouth provide. The dry desert leaves my mouth parched and still I sing her praise. For my queen owns me body, heart and soul. I am hers to do with as she pleases and somehow…some way I have pleased her. I know it sure as the birds will return in the spring to make their nests among the reeds and the frogs will sing along the riverbank.

She addresses someone…her guards…a …a SGT Ritter…she must see him as per their agreements…Friday…Friday…I am cala, slave and pet of mistress Vera, I love her…I only want to serve her pleasure, to make her happy and to save her of the pain that I wrought……

The Head Girl was enjoying her pet's progress. Her tongue lashed over the pulsing nub before biting gently and pulling back. She lets the tit pop from between her lips then proceeded to the other luscious mound. A hand always remained around the dripping folds. Two fingers slide up and down the puffing netherlips while her thumb ground hard into the swollen pearl.

She gave no words of encouragement. Her pet was in her own little world now. She had no wish to interupt the wonderful mantra her slave made for herself. Twisting two fingers together, her fingers drill slowly back and forth past the woman's parted slit. Vera could feel every muscle tensing as the breath caught in Cala's throat. She did not want this to end.

The soft vibrate of her phone interupted her. Sighing, she continued to drill inside the woman as her other hand flipped the cell open. The Head Girl kept her voice soft but one could here her sigh softly. She had nearly forgotten her own punishment waiting for her tonight. "I will be there soon," she replied before hanging up.

Vera looked over at her pet. "Seems we have to cut our lesson a bit short," she said her fingers worked faster, stroking the woman's special place while her thumb flicked away at the the erect nub, "Continue to chant these truths in your thoughts as you perform your chores and attend class. You are my precious slave, mine forever." With that she began pumping harder and faster, granting her pet the bliss she so desperately needs. Only after the hot juices gush forth from the woman's trembling form does she remove the ropes and untie the leash.

The Head Girl stroked Cala's cheek and sighed softly. "Do not forget this lesson," she cooed and leaned in close to steal a long deep kiss from the woman's lips, "Time to walk you home." Vera tugged on the leash, guiding the weary woman out of the basement and to the entrance to the tower. During the trip she could only shudder at the thought of spending another night with that horrible old man. At least the bastard could not last long against her skills and body. But the feeling of him cumming inside her was nauseating.

"Head up to the tower. Take care of what you still need to do and then sleep," she said softly, "I will be back later, my pet."

My queen returned, but no longer was it to torment me with her touch. No, the touch was magical, her warm mouth upon my tits, her hand within me finding every nerve of pleasure I possessed. With my knees weakening I hung from my arms upon her hand and groaned in growing pleasure. The mantra ran still in my head but no longer past my lips except in broken snippets between the louder moans of joy.

The coolness of the damp air was lost in the heat of my body. I cried out, my body hanging limply just after she spoke to the guard and sent him away. Stil in the fuzzy warm embrace of pleasure I felt her body against mine. Felt myself lifted and my arms fall downwards….I stood…a rush of light to my eyes, bright for the darkness I had dwelt in till then. Lips found mine, and a tongue plundered my mouth, but I did not mind for to me too soon the enticing lips melted away.

Stumbling behind my mistress my heart beat hard and my limbs yet tingled in joy. Hunger gnawed at my get as I slowly become aware once more of the world around me. She was leaving…leaving me to find my way..but the lift was here….yes my mistresses rooms…had to…had to serve.

May Allah be praised, my mistress was kind and wonderful. Even when the itchy sensation returned so to did the feel of her lips upon me to take it away. As I turned down her bed I found my hands tracing my body, the sparks still smoldering just below the skin. It smelled of her…It smelled of pleasure and desire. Nightgown…towel ready for her evening shower…soap out…toothpaste upon the counter with her tooth brush…laid out with precision.

Inside my stomach growled…my hands and legs shook from not eating. Quickly I gathered up a meal and silently ate in the kitchen, running my hands along my body..barely had I begun and the door clicked once more. Scurrying to the front hall I saw my mistress enter, saw the initial look upon her face and was mortified by what I saw. Quickly I averted my eyes and went to my knees before her.

“I am her to serve my mistresses needs, would she have me do anything?”


***SGT Ritter sat back down on the functional chair in the security booth and considered his next meeting. This one had been very satisfying…frankly the bitch was satisfying. He had taken her and bent her over with her back against the bars, handcuffed her wrist on the other side of the bars and had his fun. She was far more limber than He could have hoped, her legs being secured to the bars with only inches to spare. Her hair had served as a mat when he pooled it about her feet below the two of them. Standing on her hair he had entered her, spanked her…and then removed his raging hard on to cum upon her pussy, waist and tits. In the end her hair had served its purpose and the floor had remained clean. The whore had performed admirably in cleaning him with her tongue and just as she was leaving he had let her know that next time her was fucking her in the ass so she had better have herself ready.

He cherished this time once a week. And today, he had been able to spend a whole 30 minutes with the bitch…it had been a great time, her moans of ecstasy driving him on. He just loved a loud woman. Next time would be even better, his mind going through all the possible ways he might accomplish the task….
***

The encounter with Sgt Ritter was less than pleasant as expected. The old man had kinks that served to belittle and insult her rather than help with pleasure. She rather spend time with monsters of the island than that disgusting pest. At least monsters knew how to pleasure a lady.

Her body ached from the spanking and having her hair pulled from him standing on it. Her school uniform hid most of the semen that covered her thighs, stomach, and chest. She wanted nothing more to soak in the shower and rinse the taste of that man from her lips.

Vera unlocked the door and entered to find her pet waiting for her there. The woman was truly like a pet, coming to the door at the sound of her master's arrival. But the Head Girl's appearance was less than favorable. Her hair was frayed and threads of cum could be seen sticking to the long strands. Her face had some spots she missed and a slight reddening of a cheek showed she may have been slapped by the man she met tonight.

Despite disobeying her orders, she pats the woman on the head. "I told you to go to sleep after you finish your duties," she said softly. Though insulted and disgusted, Vera spoke calmly. She had suffered worse punishments by her master. Just being touched by that pile of filth is what made the encounters draining.

She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door before shedding clothing. It would be less than favorable to let her pet see her in worse shape than her slave. The sound of hot water was heard as Vera sighed and stepped in. She closed her eyes as she let the water rinse away the taint of that man. Just a few more weeks, she told herself. Then she would be free of him forever.

A Phone call…suddenly she had left, called away on apparent urgent business. But to arrive back so soon, had even 30 minutes gone by? My mistress was fastidious, the point of it being a bit unnerving. To see her look like this was unsettling. Perhaps it had been why she had wanted me asleep, but It had taken time to get things prepared for her return, and get my long awaited dinner. I tried to put together the equation and kept coming up with Zero.

That she had gone straight to her bath with a small pat upon my head might not be out of the norm. But the look upon her face, the flow of her cheek made everything out of the norm. I wanted to make her more comfortable, the rewards of the evening providing and incentive all on there own. But right then it was more concern I felt. I wanted her to smile when she came in the door.

I obeyed, as much as the concern weighed on me. Mistress had not seemed happy…and that made me unhappy while I finished my dinner and washed the last of the dishes. Still she did not emerge from her bath, so with one last check of her rooms I made certain that everything was ready to include her clothes for the next day, then taking one of the flowers in the vase on the table I set the fragrant bloom upon her pillow and closed the door.

That I feel asleep at all was a testament to my own exhaustion…

Vera eventually came out of the shower to find her nightgown and towel waiting for her. Even her toothbrush and paste were by the sink. Cala had become meticulous with ensuring that everything was perfect for the Head Girl, a perfect quality for a servant.

Dressed in her nightgown, the woman moved to her bed to find another gift waiting for her. She carefully lifts the flower to her nose. Was this her training at work or was this some feelings Cala truly held for her. She was certain the love her pet had for her was not the same as what the slave had for Pia. It was a sweet gesture nonetheless, even if the bloom already belonged to her. She slipped into the covers, leaving the flower in her hand as the wonderful darkness of slumber took her.

Days went by as she continued to train her little pet. At times, she would call students with a great deal of demerits to her office to be punished which ranged from servitude to sexual torture far more straining than what Cala had suffered. Other times, she would leave for the basement which she would bring her slave with to watch her work. With Christmas coming closer, she was cleaning up the list of those who have been naughty.

Her slave did not miss out on the fun either though. She would take her pet to the basement to continue where they left off or simply played her own little games in the suite. The focus of the games and training were the same, building upon that devotion and loyalty her pet had been showing since that night in the basement.

Stretching slowly, Vera was dressed in her school uniform and sash as she looked through the school roster for anyone she may have missed. It had been a long year just like the others but soon she would get at least a short break from the insanity. With school prom coming up, she still had to make contacts to various monsters and prepare for the main attraction.

"Have you prepared your new uniform yet, my pet?" she called out, knowing Cala was somewhere tending to her duties.

More and more the secret world of campus was opened to me. The punishments with their covert and overt sexuality. At first I had cringed at some, averting my gaze and wishing I was not there, but like a voyeur I had begun to retain a thrill at being there and seeing what my mistress did.

Most times after words I could see the hunger in her eyes, see the way she regarded her work and the enjoyment if gave her. Best were the times I was taken. I came to forgo any sex at my own hands just to be that much more on edge when my mistress desired to work on my own training. As frustrating as it was to forgo sex, the reward of denial and the resulting final orgasm seemed so much better.

Though I found as I watched my mistress and was used by her that even a day of denial was too long. My libido was increasing not decreasing. My desires were changing, morphing to the point I would cum several times in fairly rapid sequence when my mistress played with me. And yet I was not brought to her bed, I was not put to use pleasing her as I had the queen. I hoped that would not last, perhaps some more training…we had several weeks still…more than enough time..and if not…if not would I wish to continue and would she allow it. I could not yet answer the first question and I had doubts that my mistress would be able to answer the second.

She had others she was training or had trained. Other aspirants. When one of them came over the tinge of jealousy played within my heart no matter that I had hated her just 2 weeks before.

On Friday night the question was finally asked as I finished laying out the nest days things in her bedroom. I had spent several days locating the student that could manage the task. She did it without question or without compensation saying that it was enough that it was for the head girl. I could not be certain what that meant but she seemed somewhat afraid of my mistress.

The outfit, shear white and soft with its golden edges had not been difficult to cut or shape. A simply golden cord finished it so I might tie it in place about my waist. Quickly a donned the outfit, taking it from the box I had placed it in and went to sit at her side, the dutiful servant.

“Mistress, do you approve?” I still looked down between my spread knees, my hands behind my back as she had instructed me. The dress billowed on the floor behind and before me. The pearly white of its color in contrast with the darkness of my skin. The opaque nature of the cloth turning chocolate over me.

Cala was perfect practice for her empathic abilities. She found it easier to read the woman's emotions and measure the level of tension and stress radiating from the woman's aura. The Head Girl could feel her pet reluctance and perhaps even a little fear when she began to punish other students before her. This was not punishment for her slave but rather just another form of training. A servant is useless if there was not deep level of trust between them.

She called other servants to measure the student's jealousy. Of course Cala had already surpassed any servant she may have. The student servants were more like students under community service rather than full fledge slaves. They did not amuse or entertain her, she was merely doing her job and remaking them as model students for Shokushu. But the feeling of jealousy followed but a harder strive for her attention was a good sign. Her pet wanted her mistress all to herself.

Vera noticed the subtle changes happening to the Arab. It was strange. Her pet's hunger for sex was growing but the woman was pleasuring herself less. She had yet to catch the slave playing with other students. It was a level of tension and sexual frustration that continued to build but so did the woman's discipline. Her pet understood that the only source of pure bliss was at the Head Girl's hands.

In response to her question, she heard Cala shuffling about outside her vision. She could feel the eagerness and nervousness approaching her. Vera allowed her servant to kneel there for a few moments as she continued typing. After a time of silence, the Head Girl leaned back in her chair and turned to face the newly dressed slave.

The dress was simple but made of fine material, fitting for a slave. The outfit left the woman's sides bare being nothing more than a long white tabard with gold trim. The white cloth was slightly see through allowing her glimpses of Cala's lovely form. The slave wore nothing underneathe it, a simple gold cord being her only protection between the woman and her touch.

Vera gazed, giving pause to let the woman's thoughts wonder before speaking. "This is perfect, my dear pet," she stroked the woman's cheek. The Head Girl leaned in close to take a soft kiss from her slave's lips, pleased with what the woman came up with. "Now you are dressed and worthy to serve me." Fingers slide down along the gold trim, brushing along Cala's sides and breast. "Perhaps when I am done here, we can see how well you can perform your duties in that new attire." She teased with a slight smirk.

Clenching and unclenching my hands in nervousness I awaited my mistresses pronouncement of my attire. When it did come a profound sense of relief seemed to drain away tension I had not even felt. ‘perfect’ the word seemed to vibrate in my very bosom. Once more I earned the gently touch upon my cheek. Once more I paused to consider how this woman could be so kind knowing some of the things she had done to students in my very presence. Things that both haunted and thrilled me.

As her touch goes lower my heart speeds. Bending, shifting my mistress lets her fingers go along both my sensitive sides while I stiffly a giggle. Fingers brush the outward bulge of my breasts and I inwardly sigh. The thrill of her words light a fire in me...

What shall she want. Will be go to the basement to be teased and fondled till I cannot help but cum on her fingers…or …or will she finally use her mouth on me. Perhaps I will be set to tasks here in these very rooms atop the tower. Made to sit and stand in positions Vera says I must learn to be a proper slave. Or will there be tasks to be done, simple everyday tasks.

Since it is Friday evening we have time to together. Time unless the phone rings and my mistress must jump to some other task leaving me alone. I have seen her when she gets the summons, the way her face flushes, the way her body seems to gain a sexual edge that invites ones eyes to follow it. I am not stupid in spite what some might say, I see things and wonder if my mistress is the mistress for another. Who has trained her? And if this is what the training is for…then I want it. I want to be like her, that utter control and discipline that makes her sooooo very sexy that even I pine away the days wishing I could fuck her.

Mistress had squished my desire for porn. And perhaps rightly so for I hope she saw something deeper in me. The more I think about it the more I am convinced it was the wrong road. If I had done it …accept money for sex would I now have been a whore even thought it was a movie…was there any difference?

Now…Now I am a fine lady if not a slave. My body moves more assuredly even as the bonds are tightened. I do not do things for me…I do things for her. I give, not take. In giving there is satisfaction more intense than the trappings of money and material things. I find pleasure in the immaterial owning nothing.

I sooo want to ask. I squirm under my own self discoveries wondering if I am right. I can take it no longer.

“Mistress, forgive me this question but it has filled my thoughts for the last two days….who train’s you?”

After her response, she could see the woman's body melt into her touch. It was amazing what a few words could do to a persons mind and body. Vera could almost feel the pulse throbbing faster along the sides of Cala's breast. Already her pet was getting excited, desire bubbling up inside the woman's aura.

Perhaps it was a cruel tease, she was uncertain how much time she had before her phone would ring. And it would ring tonight, just like the week before and week before that. That person who dared called himself a man would call for her weekly punishment, a punishment she could not avoid. Just a few more visits and her punishment would be finished.

Vera's fingers stroked up and down the woman's sides as she let her thoughts drift. It was not until the question came up that she was brought back to reality. Hmm, her pet was understanding and becoming more aware of how the school works. The question did not threaten any secrets so it was safe for her to reply to it.

"All Head Girls are trained by the Headmasters," she replied softly, "We are taken in for our academic and professional qualities. After training we are ready to deal with and assist other students to excel in their chosen fields." Of course she knew what Cala was hinting at and the answer remained the same. It would not be good to reveal things directly in this school.

"Why so curious about my skills, my pet?" she asked a question of her own, "You never had interest in my position much less anything in this school before. Have you had a change of heart perhaps?"

Squirming under the touch of my mistresses fingers I tried hard to focus on her words and not my ticklish ribs.

“Mistress I was always interested in the position….its…it’s the reasons that have shifted. I wanted the perks, the chance to be at the top. Now….now I wish to learn from you. I wish to understand how my mistress is so very sensual and yet proper. That the two are compatible is a dichotomy, one I wish to explore.” Looking down I fidget, hands still behind my back, working to maintain my proper position as taught even as my mistresses hands grow bolder.

How can she be so very cool that she has not taken physical pleasure from me but has given me such gratification. There was heat in those full eyes. Heat that simmered all the time. I was amazed I had not seen it earlier. It was that heat that in part had prompted the question. So cool and composed on the outside. Such burning embers of sexuality on the inside. It was like there were two people.

“Is the headmaster kind?”

"Is that so?" she cooed, her fingers now spreading over the sheer fabric covering the well firmed tits. The fabric did little to hinder her as she stroked the woman's chest. "Well, it was my intention to bring you closer. It was a pity you made every attempt to prevent that," she pinched a nipple and gently twists and pulls back, "The ladder is much higher now. And no matter how high you climb, you will be my pet."

Vera's words were calm as if she were merely stating facts rather than making threats. There was a time she wanted Cala to improve and eventually be by her side. Now the woman was by her side but also on her knees, a position that will not change any time soon.

"But, I am pleased that you saw the flaw in your path and even more pleased that you have chosen to learn what you can from your mistress," she continued, tweaking the other nipple now, "The question remains if you have the willpower to go through with it all. But time will answer that for us. For now, serve your mistress and learn what you can from observing quietly."

The next question was more difficult. Being enslaved by the headmaster and becoming a Head Girl brought a mix of feelings to Vera. She was spared the horrible future of being a slave to alien only to be enslaved by humans instead. But, this position gave her power and she had growing connections with both Shokushu and NICE labs which would help her when she finally returns to Earth or perhaps moves to a staff position. But how to answer this to her pet...

"He is like any other master," she replied softly, stroking Cala's hair, "Kind to those who are good, cruel to those who deserve to be punished." At the mention of punishment, her cellphone began to beep. It was that time again. Looking at the phone for a moment, she answered. "This is Matsumoto... Yes... I understand... I will be there shortly..." Hanging up, she looked at her pet and smiled. "Seems you will be tending to this place yourself tonight. I will be back shortly. Do not forget the lessons I have taught you, my little pet."

Rising to her feet, she made her way to the door. It was time to pay Sgt Ritter another visit. Hopefully it would only be another thirty minutes from that poor endured old man.

Praise is in her words. Praise that leaves me giddy and hungry for more. Everything about her leaves my body on edge and hungry for her words and touch. I stand back…not sure I know the girl that kneels at her mistresses knees in pure happiness. She is a different creature. Focused, disciplined, excited and sensual in her every move. She is not the same person that came to this place. That person had been peaty, vindictive and hateful of the life that had been dealt her.

Sure, Slavery was not glamorous. The snide comments behind my back meant to hurt, they took a toll. For many I had sold out, and at times I did believe I had. The times I missed Pia and the blossoming love now put on hold so I might learn.

My punishment was no longer greeted as punishment. It was a task, an end unto itself that I willingly served because my mistress needed me. If not my mistress than I would leave this place. Without her there was no reason to clean, wash, and scrub. Without her I had to wonder what my own now clean dorm would look like. I had spent time putting it into shape over the last week.

And then the call. Tension sprung into the muscles of my mistress. Her face changed as if the caller was asking something she might detest. The look shifted as quickly as it had begun, the phone call done as she stared back into my eyes.

(Later)

She was gone. I passed the foyer to her apartment still waiting like a worried hen for her chick. The minutes had gone to hours. Too long…much too long had she been gone. Long ago I had gotten everything in order expecting her back any minute while my body still pulsed with need. Her hands had done that, the fires burning, and the time of her absence did little to calm them.

Every time I turned I thought of my mistress. Everywhere I looked there was some reminder that kept my body in a heightened state. That state was making me agitated. I ran my hands along the front of my garb and felt the silky fabric beneath my hands…felt the rise and fall of my body, the hardness of my nipples.

So long had I been this way they hurt. Once more I looked at the clock, 0413 glowed the green numbers in the darkness of the kitchen. Paving back to her bedroom I looked it over for the 100th time and adjusted a sleeve on her nightgown. Last Friday she had been called out…this Friday…same thing…same reaction. This time she had not come back as she had before….

The click of the lock…I jump…bounce to the middle of the foyer, eyes down, hands behind my back and hope..hope it is my mistress.