The man she despised took his sweet time torturing her. He was usually done after cumming once but he decided to take advantage of that loophole and focus on just doing other sexual and bondage acts to the Head Girl. She found herself inside the cell again. Her arms were bound behind her through the bars. Sgt Ritter always enjoyed taking advantage of defenseless women. The man really was insecure about his position over them and had to prove himself superior as often as possible.

The bars were not the only place she was. A punching bag was taken down and used to hang the woman by her arms there so the man could reach any part of her with ease. Ritter began with his own form of interogating. Of course Vera spoke the truth when it came to questions even about the officer which did not please him at all. She was whipped, beaten, and yelled out until she was forced to lie and tell him how great he was and how she loved to be filled with his cock.

She was blindfolded so she did not know where the blows would come from next nor where they were targeting. Her nude body was soon covered with long red welts from his belt along with some brusing where the buckle had hit a muscle or bone. By the time he had moved on to fucking her tits and everywhere else he could reach, Vera was saying whatever he wanted to hear.

The walk back was a long one. Every step reminded her of every bruise and welt on her body. As punishment for annoying him, she walked home in just a skirt and her blouse with all the buttons torn off. The cool breeze caressed over her body, parting the blouse and revealing her pale form to the moon and stars above. Almost over, almost over, was all she could think. Nothing frightened her more than being broken by that man and he was gradually knowing what to do to make her defense buckle. She just had to survive with her mind in tact for few more weeks.

She unlocked and opened the door to find her pet waiting. Vera smiled wearily. She knew Cala would not sleep even if she ordered the woman to. This was not how she wanted to be seen. Shaking her head gently, she closed the door behind her and began slipping off her blouse and skirt. There was no point in hiding her appearance now. She just wanted to soak in the tub like she always did and hope to forget this horrible night.

Life as I knew it seemed to turn upside down. My own needs forgotten the moment my mistress entered and I saw her bare feet. Looking up I was immediately taken aback by her appearance. My normally immaculate mistress was a disheveled wreck. The starched blouse was now wrinkled, its buttons torn off as it hung open on her chest.

Beneath that blouse angry red lines crisscrossed her skin, some upon her breasts themselves. Who ever had done this was cruel and insensitive. I helped her get the blouse off, dropping it to the floor to be burned later…then I put her arm over my shoulder and gently helped her to the bath…

“Shhh….mistress…I am here…its ok…bath…Epson salts, the scent of lavender to sooth…I will draw it. Please…rest…rest….”

I laid her back on the bed…then ran to draw the bath and add the ingredients. I hated to see here like this, hated to have my mistress in a state other than the one I wore in my minds eye. Even now I did not see her as defenseless, but rather in need of a good slaves care. All these weeks I had hoped and prayed to have her naked next to me and now that my dream had come true I would have given it all back to see her fully clothed with that stern look upon her face.

Bath..helping her into it, a glass of water to wash the Ibuprofen down, A soft sponge run along the worst of the cuts and bruises. I wanted the animal to pay that had done this to my mistress….it had to be the head master…had to be.

“Mistress…did the head master do this …or …or another…and whom.” I wanted to help. I wanted to solve this thing that happened on Fridays and stop it forever. It was getting worse, like an angry man that beats his wife, this would not end well.

Before she could say a word, her servant was already on her feet and rushing towards her. Her body ached too much to resist as the woman helped remove her blouse and skirt. Cala hushed any attempt to speak from her side as she was carefully guided towards her bed.

Vera wanted to speak up but the woman was already mumbling the ingredients she used when drawing a bath. Cala knew her mistress better and better with each passing day. The soft matress and sheets welcomed her and were already sapping away what little strength she had left. Her eyes fell half lidded. She could feel a level of concern and tenderness coming from her servant. An emotion she had not seen nor felt since she has been on the island.

She let her slave do as she wished at this point. There was no point in complaining and the assistance was needed. The Head Girl had already been seen in this shameful state and it was doubtful such a memory would fade ever from her pet's mind.

The sound of running water roused her causing her to stir on the bed gently before Cala returned to help her up and into the bathroom. Lowered into the heated bath, Vera let forth a weak groan as the smell of lavender helped soothe her thoughts. If it were not for the Arab tending to her every need, she would have sank into the water and fallen asleep right there.

The Head Girl accepted the pill and drank the water. Its effects would not start any time soon but it would help her sleep when that time finally comes. She groaned as the sponge washed over her wounds and cleaned the semen stains off various parts of her body. It hurt but she was rather glad to have Cala here right now.

"Hmm.." she stirred at the question, "Not him," she answered, "Do not worry of it. This is punishment for a pass failing." Vera winced in pain but did not draw away from the touch. She was certain this was not in any of Cala's dreams. But she was used to such things. Some punishments are harsh, she merely has to endure it until its over.

There was something soothing about a warm bath. Once I had her cleaned a knelt beside the tub and lost myself in thoughts while my mistress seemed to rest, eyes closed head back.

So it was not the head master, but, someone else that had no right to go this far with my mistress. It was funny how I suddenly felt protective of her. Like she really needed me to be…NOT. Still I did not like that this happened to her…or anyone else for that matter. I might only be a slave, but as I had learned with my garment, a slave can still get things done and remain invisible simply because they are a slave….before the week was out I would get to the bottom of this attack on my mistress. Past failings be damned.

When the water started to cool I roused her up…put the night gown on her and tucked her into bed the plan of action already coming together. Kissing her once on the forehead I turned off the light and whispered as her breathing deepened.

“My queen…never again.”

Of this I am certain. I have learned that there is a security system in the dorms and on campus. My mistress has shown students there very crime before punishment has begun. It is just a matter of dropping my mistress’s name from time to time and that her slave is running her errands.

I only fear that she might stop me before I am done. But it is a small fear. Determination to see the task through pushes me through the rest of the night. A lonely sojourn to the security center…a small lie about a party that alcohol is involved in, the need of my mistress to discover the culprits…her trust in me to fulfill this first task. I flirt with the guard as we watch the video, the collar and leash still on along with my cleanly pressed school uniform. After a bit he goes to pee….and I carefully watch the direction my mistress goes…follow her camera to camera just like the guard had done with any number of students we had watched that night. I watch her enter the central security station…fast forwarding she finally leaves..Bent…her hair and uniform a mess….and there he is. A face from my recent past I recognize…a hideous headstrong individual that I had turned down…favors…damn him. What can she owe this man?

The guard returns and I wiggle nicely in happiness, smiling…playing the fool as he continues to show me footage. I take notes…noting the times each girl enters and leaves finding it interesting so much can be gained from the system. Not realizing that each time I had used my key card the system has tracked me to the room. Smiling I thank him profusely for his generosity.

Before the night is out the nurse had agreed to my request for sleeping pills for my mistress, just for the night. In turn I hide them in my mistress’s pantry and ready the next stage of my plan….one week…one week and my mistress will have her revenge.

Vera was too tired to notice the changes in her pet's aura. She was already half asleep as she was helped out of the water. The aches in her body fade, leaving behind a heavy fatigue in her limbs. She felt like a ton of bricks were on top of her shoulders. The Head Girl found herself leaning against Cala's warm body as she was dressed and guided to her bed. She barely managed to roll over before completely blacking out, feeling only the woman's warm lips against her forehead before sleep took her.

The exhausted woman did not wake up at her usual time. In fact she slept in for several hours. But with it being the weekend, the Head Girl did not have many tasks that must be finished right away. Vera slept, she dreamt while her pet was moving quietly about her room. After her long slumber, she was refreshed beyond a little soreness hear and there. The Head Girl was not fond of the bruises but her uniform should cover them while they continue to fade.

Cala did not nudge any further about the issue so the rest of the week was devoted to continuing their training and performing their duties. The tender night under her slave's care did soften her view of the woman. Perhaps this was already happening but now it was noticable to Vera. What was once punishment had long since become something else between them. She too was beginning to feel their time together ticking away and this was a slave she did not wish to lose.

The Head Girl began to reward her pet for successful tasks. Her lips claimed Cala's as her own in several occasions. Even their bodies pressed together in a warm embrace. A blazing heat was growing within her and she felt she would burst if it was not let free soon. Vera could not deny it any longer, she wanted this woman. If it were not for preparing for the prom, she would be spending several nights with this servant in her bed.

Sighing softly and shaking her head free of the little fantasy she was having, the silver haired woman continued to type away at the computer. Most matters had been resolved. All was left was the coming friday that would bring her life back into hell. But despite this dread, Vera continued to keep her calm visage about her as she gave orders to her pet and continued with her own business.

Each day passed without the questions I feared I might have to answer. I absolutely did my best to take do the tasks assigned, to be what my mistress might want in order to ensure she was happy. The bruises faded as bruises do till nothing remained of them and the week had passed without incident.

Friday evening I breathed a sigh of relief. My mistress has been extremely busy between finals and her work on our school party. The excitement of that event hummed through the air about campus. Small talk hummed about the campus and even I was caught up in the activities and rumors or the moment.

“Mistress I suggest that we stop taking an America centric view of the serving of alcohol. Over half the students hail from other lands. If we were to take the Islamic view there would be none. If German then all of us could drink due to the age being 16…might I suggest that anyone be allowed to imbibe…that you might bring that up in your next meeting…”

She stopped eating, taking another swig of her milkshake…I could see her eyes closing…could see that the drug was taking effect and she was fighting it. I had been ready, awaiting this moment so that when she slumped down she would not be hurt.

“You…drugged me?” She knew…I would be in trouble later as I caught her body in my arms and lifted. Her weight may not have been much different than mine but she was like a sack of potatoes. I struggled and strained, lifting..dragging her to the bed. Once there I worked the clothing off of her, enjoying the nakedness of her body but treating her with the most upright respect I could muster. My entire body seemed to reach of her as I put her nightly on and pulled the covers over her limp form.

I scribbled the note and left it on the pillow in case I never made it back.

Mistress,
I am so sorry, but I promised never again.
Your pet

The phone rang as I suspected it would…..

“master, the mistress is not feeling well, she has a fever and severe cramping….but I am informed that I am to take my mistresses place and if I do not please you then she will punish me and you will be allowed to have another time with her of your choosing. …

The voice was cold upon the other end.

“Yes master, I am her personal slave and well versed in punishment, she is a demanding mistress”

The dice had been cast…the answer yes….

Collar about my neck under the school uniform and leash around my arm and leash on hand I met the man I had seen one other time. He was happy to thank me for my report and enjoyed telling me how Vera was having to report to him because of me. He would thank me this evening with the best fuck of my life once we got back to his place.

Inwardly I worried…fear taking a piece of my otherwise warm heart. My last encounter with a man had not gone well, but tonight…tonight I would do anything he asked so long as my mistress was no longer punished. Far worse was that it had happened because of me. I owed the kind woman that took me in and suffered what she did at this mans hand, not holding it against me…never beating me for the way he treated her. For the first time I realized her noble heart and felt an ache I had never felt before.

I did as ordered. Clothes off… the leather straps that bond my arms cruely behind my back. The clamps upon my hard nipples…hard from thinking about my mistress…but no less making him happy as I am sure he was thinking it was his own manly physique. Thankfully the mask would hide his ugly body…

My life in hell began, making the porn director seem like a saint. Time stood still, or seemed to drag to the point I had no idea how long it had gone on. I screamed in pain…cried out in horror…and did my best to fake an orgasm or two along the way.

As the night wore on and I was certain morning came my exhausted body clung to the hope that my mistress would not be to mad and that I had saved her from this man if only once. Thankfully he had taken the bait and taken a student. Fraternization was against the rules…I had broken them but then so had he. I would take that punishment and the punishment for drugging my mistress so long as he was never able to lay a hand upon her again.

Cala seemed oddly talkative during dinner on friday. The woman was articulating well and the cursing has long since faded from the Arab's vocabulary so she allowed the organized rambling to continue. It was always a rule of the school to not allow alcohol. It was not a matter of age as all students on the island were eighteen or older. Private schools tended to have these rules to help keep the students focused. Afterall, they would not want their parent's money to go to waste because said student was wasted an entire semester.

Vera continued to eat and drank the shake her pet made for her. She finally looked up to answer the woman when the room began to spin a little. Her body swayed in her chair as her limbs felt heavy and she was having trouble focusing and keeping her eyes open. Looking up, she could see her slave moving to her side as if about to catch her. The Head Girl knew what had happened, she had been drugged.

She tried to rise to her feet but her legs felt so far away now. Her arms slid down her body as her head rolled forward. The silver haired woman did not even feel the arm catching her as she slumped forward. Was she betrayed? Was Cala just waiting for this moment? Such questions disappeared into the black void of the abyss and she knew no more.

The Head Girl did not wake till around noon of the next day. Her head still felt fuzzy from whatever was put in her drink. She noticed she was back in her bed and in her nightgown. The light crinkle of paper brought her attention to the note left behind. To be honest, Vera was unsure what the note meant. Was something said before that she may have missed? She had no idea. But she knew someone who would know.

"Cala..?" she called out, unsure if her pet was still even in the building much less the suite. Vera rose to her feet and stopped a few steps out. Rubbing a hand over her forehead, she knew there was another matter to deal with. She found her cellphone back on her desk. Flipping it open she checked the past calls. Yes, he did call last night. But the call showed that it was answered. Did Cala...?

"Tch.." she was growing annoyed. She never asked her pet to do this. Now the Head Girl had to find this woman to find out what was said between them. Was her punishment increased because of this stunt? If she had to see that man even more, there would be hell to pay. Vera began to change into her school uniform to go searching for the troublesome brat.

The latex mask had long passed as the most uncomfortable part of the ensemble I wore, it was hot and uncomfortable. Now the sweat just dripped from under it to run down my neck.

I hung by my arms and my legs the feeling in them gone. My ribs ached from what had been a severe kick. Being newly healed I feared they had broken. No longer did I scream, the pain was too intense and my body stopped itself from breathing deeply enough to do so. Instead I simply panted.

He had taken me…used things on me that I could only guess at. Thankfully he was not nearly as well endowed as the porn director otherwise I might have suffocated when he held himself in my mouth. Instead I was able to breathe..as I did now.

Pain flared here and there along my body while he hit me with something…moving in and out of my mouth with his half erect dick. Like that was my fault or something…if he screamed at me I could not hear a word under the suffocating suppression of my sight and hearing by the hood.

Anal beads buzzed in my ass, and dildo up my pussy as he stroked in and out of my mouth. He pulled on the chain tether every so often that ran around my back to the nipple clips in an effort to spur me on if I grew weary. Weary was long past.

I doubted when this was over if I would even be able to crawl. Earlier I had at his request. I kept having to remind myself that this was for my mistress…that it was better it was my body that had been bruised, my bones that had been broken and my body that had been ravished. My mistress deserved better, and worse yet what she had no doubt suffered at the hands of this man had been my fault.

But as time dragged on and the punishment got more severe.. to the point I was certain I had passed out several times I had to wonder if I would survive the night. I could feel my skin throb under the hood after sever hard objects found the dies of my head and cheeks. My ass was on fire, whipped, and beaten much like my poor tits.

There was a chance of permanent damage, I could feel it… Still it did not stop, like a man possessed.

And then suddenly the hood’s zipper moved…air feel upon stinging skin…would this be the end, or just another round?

There was no telling what the man would do to her slave. The more annoying part was there was not really much that could be done about it either. The call was answered by Cala and they must have made some other agreement. No matter how one looks at this, the disgusting bastard was free by Shokushu's rules.

Vera stormed into the security station, her long silver hair trailing behind her. She had someone check Cala's room and there was no one there. This brought on a new array of questions. But only one woman had those answers right now and she was in one of the cells no doubt.

Ritter was gone for the day, or so they say, so that left the Head Girl dealing with the other officers. She spoke to a female as they tend to be easier to work with. Vera was led to a room used for solitary confinement. The door was unlocked and opened for her to see Sgt Ritter punishing a helpless student.

Her blood boiled at the treatment she just saw. Light poured into the room revealing the numerous bruises and welts all over Cala's body. The overly abusive sex toys, the mask, most of these would have been fine but the fact of the matter was the man beat this woman. Seems her slave brought out of the worst in him and now there was both a Head Girl and an officer witness.

If it were not for the rules prohibiting her, she would have killed the man with his own shadow using her magic. But the punishment for causing great physical and lasting harm to a student, or merchandise as Shokushu calls them, was indeed a punishable offense. Vera stepped forward, ignoring the hideous man as he tried to explain himself to the female officer.

Sighing softly, Vera removed the hood and stroked the woman's hair. "Shhh, I need to remove these before I untie you," she said softly. The Head Girl carefully removed all the anal beads and dildos and then carefully untied and layed the woman on the floor. The Head Girl dialed for the nurse and mentioned it was an emergency followed by a call to higher to inform them of the situation. Though the matter would more than likely be swept under the rug, this would hopefully be the end of that horrible officer and his sick fetishes.

My queen…tears well up in my eyes as my queen looks down upon me, the bad men scattered by her guards. As I gaze into the concern etched on her face I know I am hers. I am hers for saving me this day. I am hers infidel that she may be for I now owe her a life for the one that she has saved.

My hand shakes as I raise it to her face. From my one eye I look into the depth of concern in hers…see them water and the tear form. Touching her check steadies my hand allowing my to use my thumb to dry the wetness away, smearing it across her flushed face.

“My queen” I whisper past cracked lips and a mouth of cotton. “ I am yours….”

My hands falls…the blackness closing in on my vision like day to night. I am safe now, I can rest. I take a deep breath, my lips grimace at the pain from my side. As I let it go, my body lets go….of the pain, the tension… the blackness…and finally the mind goes numb.

She could not help but sigh as the hand fell away and Cala finally fell unconcious. "Baka," she said softly, "There was no reason to do this." That was not to say she was not thankful for it. These officers are the bottom of the totem pole as far as staff is concerned. To find out such horrid things as this was happening to their students, they will have to pay dearly for it. In any case, this did prove that her training was successful on Cala and with this event it may be enough to earn her a pardon the rest of her punishment.

The nurses came with a stretcher. Vera rose to her feet and bowed slightly towards them. "She is unconcious, take her to the labs to be fixed up. There is no telling how far this sick man went with this student." As for herself, seems this weekend was going to be busy afterall.

Cala was taken away to be tended and healed. The labs would easily make the woman good as new. Vera had more papers to fill out at the station, admiting to what she saw. More calls were made as she made her reports. Finally she returned to her room to yet again continue to fill out reports and send them off. This was all she could do for the pet that devoted mind, body, and soul to her.

Water surrounded me. With my lungs full of it I panicked a flashing red light starting as I stare out of the cylinder and see the men and women in their white lab coats scurrying about. The world slows…the red light stops flashing and once more I doze.

“Hey there cutie, you awake” I hear the voice in the distance and open my eyes. A face swims before my vision, an angel in white. Not my queen…not my immediate savior.

“Uhh huh” My tongue feels swollen and barely able to move as I slur the words.

“there there…just the meds wearing off. You were in a frightful way, but lucky for you we have the best facilities anywhere in the gal…ah..on world. Just move for me…or else I might have to take out the pin and see if you react.” Her voice pleasant and full of concern.

I did not want to be pricked, needle or otherwise. My time with SGT Ritter had seen enough of a prick. I moved. Surprisingly, it felt good to move like when I laid in bed too long on a lazy Sunday evening. Arms , legs felt a little heavy but surprisingly good. Sitting up the room swam for a moment and then everything was good. Not surprisingly the sheet fell away to reveal nothing but dark smooth skin. I looked at the mirror and noted the same girl staring back at me that always did.

“I..I feel pretty good. Can I go?” I needed to get back to my mistress if she would have me at all.

“You are to be released immediately so long as you can walk. But you must eat well, your body is healing and that healing takes a lot out of you. It also might be a bit sensitive. So no skipping meals and watch yourself. No more joy rides.”

Seriously…joy ride. That ride had been anything but joyous. I did not want a man near me. Though I kept my tongue to myself and only nodded. Perhaps my mistresses training had been more effective than I thought.

It took a while to get back to shore…a little longer to arrive at my mistresses door. That the hospital had given me the key card had been a bit of a shock. That is was Sunday morning, only 24 hours after the incident was even more of a shock. I removed the soft cotton lab coat, folding it carefully before walking naked through the door.

My mistress sat at her desk, reading things upon the computer screen. Nervousness and fear gripped me as I came forwards and knelt on the other side of her desk. She had every reason to never trust me again. I had drugged her and deserved severe punishment for it. No doubt she would turn me away now, of no use to her.

Waiting for her to speak I fidgeted, my hands clenching and unclenching behind my back. Already my tummy growled even though I had eaten only several hours ago. My mistress kept me waiting, the minutes ticking by in agonizing slowness while I fretted about having to leave her side forever for what I had done.

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Care and maintenance of your pet.

Your pet is currently capable of all previous tasks, though some healing is still occurring. Gene therapy procedures XX-56I-H, XX-69s-F and XX 432-S have all been undertaken. Some side effects may be evident. All therapies are permanent and nonreversible.

XX-56i-H was necessary to accelerate healing. This therapy allows bodies to heal at accelerated rates but requires the pet in question to be fed more often. We suggest special attention to be taken by the pet’s owner to ensure proper care is taken especially after the initial two months and any time there after that injury is sustained included that involved in rough use of said pet.

XX-69s-F was necessary due to types of injuries sustained. Your pet will be much more limber however in order to achieve maximum abilities you pet must be stretched fully each and every day. Pain is not a bad sign, your pet may protest but it is for their own good. See enclosed videos on proper range of motion that will be available. In the future your pet will be able to sustain those activities that injured it this time without injury.

XX 432-S was included simply for your benefit as the owner of the pet. You pet will now be more sensitive to all touch sensations, bringing the level of feeling up to rival that of hearing for sensory input and dominance. You may find such simply things as putting your pet in a wool blanket and lightly rubbing it will be a horrible punishment for your pet. At the same time your touch may induce far greater sensations of pleasure than previously experienced. Proper care and maintenance of your pet will require relooking at your disciplinary procedures in order to ensure your pet abides by all rules in regards to orgasms. Mental discipline must be enforced otherwise your pet might be adversely impacted in day to day life. Given your current level of training, this is considered a challenge for you to overcome.

You may find your pet’s libido is more pronounced. Care must be taken in both the mental discipline aspect of control and when to allow release for your pet for their required pleasure. You may find twice a day to be the minimal standard but each pet is different and will require close observation and disciplinary controls set by you on your pet. Exercise of this control is at your discretion.

Changes were emplaced given your appeal for the return of your pet for further training at your hand. The pet is yours. Your success of failure will be duly noted. How well you do with this pet will establish your future potential beyond your current student status. Tracking of your pets progress will be established through weekly physicals.

Good luck.

NICE Labs, Team Gamma.

It was nearly an all nighter having to type up reports. Dealing with a troublesome staff member was alot harder than a student especially if the student is the one doing the accusations. But she did get a reply on the matter of her slave. As expected the healing went flawlessly. There was a catch though. NICE labs decided to add new features to her little toy that she was to test out and be watchful for.

Seemed her pet would be eating more to make up for the upgraded healing factor. She was not one to cause harm to her slaves lest it was deemed necessary. Cala's flexibility was improved but would require some moderate excercise to ensure it is used to its full potential. But the interesting parts were the increased sensitivity for both pain and pleasure. This would require more focus on her part to ensure she does not harm the woman too much in her punishments. And finally as expected, her slave had an even more active libido. That was probably the one thing her pet did not need more of.

Sighing softly, she closed the message and looked up to see her pet kneeling before her desk. It truly was a difficult position Cala put her in. Even in servitude the woman found ways to be troublesome. Folding her fingers infront of her face, she considered what to do with this slave.

"You have done a very terrible thing," she said coldly, "Drugging your own mistress. Possibly taking advantage of my period of unconciousness and getting involved in a matter that was not your concern in the first place. You have created alot of work for me and my already busy schedule, slave. What do you have to say for yourself hmm? I do hope you have some explanation for betraying me like this."

What was troublesome was the fact the woman had already suffered a horrible punishment at the hands of that man. Not only that but this drastic measure ended up saving her some pain in the future. Her jaw clenched. She did not like this position at all. She was the mistress and should be in control and right now, this slave had done her a great favor despite the horrible act before.

There was no excuse, nothing to say that would not in some way reflect badly on me. My stomach was in knots, had been the whole ride up on the lift. Nothing could be worse than confronting an angry mistress knowing you did what you had done was for her and was going to get you in trouble for the doing.

The AC kicked on, I could feel the soft caress upon my skin like the touch of a lover. A shiver of delight rolled along my nerves and my mind lost focus. Thoughts of fingers, lips and tongues touching me brought on by the sensation. Pai’s lips…Vera’s lips…the lips of a dozen boys…

I shook my head, the motion snapping me out of the haze of lust that had been building and back to the nervous reality of what to say if anything.

“Mistress, I…I am here to see if you will have me after what I have done, and regardless of that to take my punishment for what I did to you.” Simple, direct and to the point. I had thought about sniveling long answers, Thought about how to phrase something in eloquent prose certain to win me a noble peace prize. I wanted to explain myself and justify my actions but there was no simple truth to cling to that would absolve me of wrong doing. She had trusted me and I had destroyed that trust. Simple.

The sad part was I needed her. I had never really realized just how much chaos swirled around me. My life had been a wreck of my own making and I had not been able to see it. I gained by her imposed discipline. And that discipline was a mighty strong aphrodisiac. Even now as I sat in front of her my skin leapt at things like the soft touch of the carpet fibers under my knees and shines. The swirl of air currents.

Butterflies of desire crept along my limps. I did not recognize yet were all these needs came from, but I wanted to stay if nothing else to explore them. And in the future…yes in the future I would probably do something as harebrained again and gain the wraith of my mistress. I made no apologies for that. It was who I was, only so much of the chaos could be contained no matter how disciplined I might become.

"And why should I take you back for what you done?" she asked cooly, "I am certain I can poison my own food if I really wish to be drugged. How can I possibly trust anything you do now. You handle my clothes, my food, my baths, and various tasks. Seems you really wish to destroy me afterall."

This was perhaps a time where Cala's ramblings would have helped. Giving such a short point gave Vera nothing to look at. All she knew were the facts, she was drugged by her own servant. The Head Girl was obviously not pleased with this answer.

"Seems you need your hearing checked," she continued coldly, "I asked for an explanation. I do not care what reason you are here for, slave. Now answer or get out." Of course this was troublesome. It was now a requirement to keep this pet on the order of NICE labs. Not that she mind keeping this lovely beauty. She could already feel the woman's arousal from just sitting in this room. Cala's skin was slightly flushed and the woman's lovely orbs were firming with their nipples erecting before her view. The sensitivity must really be unbearable.

But she also needed a competent slave. It was time to see what this woman has learned during these several weeks of lessons and training. Vera had high expectations and would not tolerate being disappointed for another countless time. The request was a simple one and no doubt Cala had a reason behind all this drugging and insanity. If her pet could not speak her mind or heart then it would all be pointless.