My mistress’s hunger was as bad as my own, perhaps worse. Was this the price of being a mistress? Had she really desired me all these long days only to spurn that desire? That hunger fed me in my time of need. Lips moving between her full pale breasts as my lips work one turgid nipple and then the other.

The moist center of her grinds against my own legs. I know her need. Hands pulling her up my body as me lips move down her her belly till she sits before my chin, knees to each side of my head. Sucking in air through my nose I smell her scent. Remembering my queen as I do so.

With a darting tongue I taste her nectar. One side then the other, working her inner thighs as she gyrates over me. Grinding her middle against my chin I have no choice but to flick my tongue along the sheath that protects her pearl. Rewarded by a moan I continue to work the cover off her pearl, exposing the hard nub to my flickering tongue. Her scent fills me, her juices roll down my tongue as she pins my head to the floor.

Reaching upwards I play my hands around her large breasts. The full but firm orbs jiggles as she moves and my hands rub her. Her areolas now stand out upon the large mounds, my fingers gently tracing their puffy edges. My mouth opens as lips try to surround the length of her and my tongue slide downwards to thrust into the pink folds of soft flesh and run around the inside of her vibrant pussy.

She allowed her pet to lead knowing that to go at any faster of pace may burn out the poor woman. Cala guided her mistress further up her body. Vera's legs part and stradle around her slave's head. Part of her wanted those lips to remain on her precious orbs as they continue to pulse with heat and pleasure. But she remembered the dream as well. She remembered how the lips of a slave princess made a queen swoon and moan in bliss.

Her nectar flowed freely down her inner thighs. She could not help but tremble with anticipation. Did she wanted that dream to be true back then as well? Vera could not find a clear answer in her clouded mind. Perhaps the pest that caused her so much trouble was now something more, much more.

The Head Girl's body arched as Cala took a light taste of her dripping netherlips. Her hips grind instinctfully towards the source of her pleasure. With her body and thighs in the way, she could not see what her pet was doing down there. But she had no reason to worry as she felt that wonderful tongue drag up along her slit and tease her clitoris out from hiding. Fingers slid down her own body and stroked her clit. Her hips jolt as her own skilled touch brought even more excitement to her already fluttering insides. "Ooohnnn.... So good..." she moaned as her head rolled back. Her eyes close as she took in all these sensations bombarding her thoughts.

Hands pawed at Vera's chest, searching to continue what the woman's lips and tongue started on her chest. Her hands slide over Cala's, guiding them up to her chest and gave them both a slow squeeze. Feeling her own heated mammaries mold between their fingers sent a groan escaping her throat. They may be in a dank and dark dungeon beneathe the school but, this was heaven for her eager body. The sounds of their dreams coming true echoed down the halls of the basement as Cala's tongue finally tasted her mistress's prize.

Her body over mine. Her lips against mine. This was the prize I had waited for, the prize I had dreamed of so long ago. A dream come true as my mistress guided my hands to her bosom and held them there. As my mistress slid her own fingers across her pearl while I licked and sucked along her nether lips. She must have been high on lust for at least a week now, her body twitching in pleasure over me and her little slit oozing its honey in wave after wave.

Slick juices rolled along both cheeks and down my chiny chin chin. I did not mind though, I wanted to mark myself with her scent, to go back to the dorms naked and smelling of her. Let the other students whisper in the hallways. Let them gesture behind my back. This was my coming of age, this was my mistress who had seen me fit if only for today to pleasure her. Pride, happiness, determination drove me onwards.

With my free hand I touched myself down low between my legs, gathering my own juices to my fore finger. It was not out of pleasure, but rather for my queens pleasure. Reaching upwards I placed my finger to her lips. If the dream was true then she would desire the taste of her deeds, for I had come because of her mouth, her touch upon me. She had cracked the ice, just as my lips now served to bring her pleasure beyond reckoning.

Her hand crushed mine to her breast, I squeezed harder, no longer afraid of hurting her. Thumb and forefinger wiggle upwards and grip the hard teat to squeeze it, roll it, and gently pull upon its tip. In her passion I sense that rough is not a bad thing, that she may crave harder, faster…

My hand leaves her lips and I push upwards, inwards, between the wet lips and into her. Fingers seek that same spot she has found in me. Work the bundle of nerves while my tongue and lips push at my mistresses own fingers to stroke her clit.

The scent of her pet's desire continued to stimulate her senses. Blinking slowly she saw fingers glistening with Cala's nectar dab across her lips. Giving a slight sultry smile, her arms wrapped around the woman's arm and pulled it closer. Her rapidly beating heart could be felt pulsing between her breasts as the firm heated flesh wraps around the slave's arm as if it were a thick member. Her heavy breaths caress over Cala's fingers before her lips slowly slide around them, sucking in the musky taste of nectar.

"Mmm.." she purred as her body rocked gently causing her breasts to roll up and down the woman's arm. Her tongue lashed around Cala's fingers, cleaning them completely before letting them slip free of her lips. Vera released her pet's arm as she continued to flick her own skilled fingers across her swollen clit. "Ahh! A-Ahh..." every flick sent jolts of lightning straight into her loins. The Head Girl found herself biting down on hard on her lip, trying to stifle the level of pure lust she felt right now. Much like her pet, she was well trained in holding back her orgasm. But every flick, every lick continued to wear away her resistance and willpower. The fluttering in her belly was quickly melting and become a firey yearning for release.

Her pet did not hesitate. For a first time, Cala was learning her mistress's body well and continued to stroke the flames. Her netherlips were parted, leaving the glistening pink flesh exposed to the slave's panting breaths. Those glistening fingers from before slide down her body, leaving behind saliva and nectar across her chest and belly until they finally found their new target. "Uuuuhhhmm!" Her thighs shivered in glee as her body arched causing her hips to rock forward into the invading digits. Lips kiss her twitching pearl while Cala's fingers searched for her Queen's special spot. Time seemed to stop as the slave searched until finally, Vera's head reared back and her entire body froze and shivered from the teasing brush across the hardening bundle of nerves. "Oh God!" she cried out, a blissful moan leaving her lips as her insides twitch violently. She was approaching her limit.

Like in my dream I heard her body respond. Faster did I push inwards with my fingers. Harder did my tongue dart across her nub as she ground herself into my face. Strands of platinum swayed all around us like a curtain. Closing my eyes I enjoyed the taste, the scent, and the feel of my mistress as she danced about my fingers and tongue. It was heady, unworldly and wonderful. Her cries and whimpers of delight all caused by my touch. How I had yearned for this…how I had yearned to be a bigger part of her life. I sought to bring her pleasure and physical satisfaction till she would never turn me away.

Now she was there, every muscle tightening, every poor of her body a fire as I continued to stoke those flames of desire and passion. There was a tightening around my fingers. A cry passing across her lips. Her nub, juicy and hard to the point I could close my lips about it and pull backwards, holding it, stretching it and flicking my tongue across its engorged tip.

One last push…and then over the edge with her. A flood of happiness and delight while she squirmed and danced above me.

Vera's breath caught in her throat as her pet's lips and teeth sucked and tugged at her erect pearl. More and more blood engorged the swollen nub as every lash of the woman's tongue continued to demolish any resistance she had left. She knew there was no stopping now and not one part of her being wanted it to.

"Aiiiiiiieeeeee!" her scream of bliss echoed off the solid concrete walls. The liquid heat in her belly rushed forth like a flood, searing into her loins and spreading outwards through the rest of her body. Eyes flutter and rolled back in her head as every thought in her head went blank, replaced with only pure desire and pleasure. Muscles twitch then spasm as they clinch around the woman's stroking finger. Hot juices soak over Cala's hand and face as she began to squirt uncontroably.

Cala's wealth of emotion flooded over her own. She felt happy, content, pleased, and in love as her body continued to gush and release tension long since built up. Vera could still feel her body tensing as her slave toyed with her clit and g-spot during her climax. Every stroke caused the flow of juices to renew making the blissful release long and exhausting. The Head Girl swayed weakly before falling forward, her arms pressed against the cold floor to keep from falling completely to the ground. The pleasure kept coming and releasing in a cycle of lust and need. Vera was paralyzed, unable to fight this urge for more. It had been so long since a woman made her feel this good.

There was nothing as wonderful as your mistress releasing herself as fully as mine now did. Her body lifted, then fell, all the while I continued to pleasure her as best as I could. I had known my mistresses touch. Now I used that knowledge on her trying to give her half of what I felt when she was in me and on me.

With her body laying above me it was easier, my tongue played around and atop her pearl. Coaxing even more pleasure from its sensitive tip. The things I must do now were different as she squirmed in the midst of her orgasm. Her body would change, would require a more delicate approach or I would lose her in a fit of laughter brought on by the ticklish sensation of my touch rather than the pleasure of a rolling orgasm.

My fingers dripping with her juice moved in and out of her., but now instead of flicking my tongue across her nub I held it tightly against her. Any move of my mistress would now be met with movement against my tongue. Until she had had her fill I would continue…and after…after I would sleep in bliss no doubt. For now though I was one with my mistress and intent on seeing to her pleasure.

Fingers continued to pump in and out of her shivering passage. Her muscles clenched around the woman's digits bringing forth more pleasure to her own body. The relentless flicking of the tongue ceased only to seal over her well erect clit. Every breath, every shiver caused the engorged bundle of nerves to rub against the wet rough muscle.

"Ummm... So good..." she moaned softly. Vera was panting like a dog as her hips rocked up and down the woman's tongue. There was no doubt in her mind that her pet was far past her limits now. Satisfied for now, she forced her shaking arms and legs to move and sat on the woman's chest. Leaning down, she gave her slave a long deep kiss, tasting their own juices on each others lips.

"You must be exhausted," she whispered softly as she sat up, "Poor thing." Fingers stroke the woman's hair as she rose to her feet. "Lets go home, my pet." Vera said with a slight smirk. The silver haired woman took her time, searching for her clothes. A sink in the corner helped her make her at least somewhat presentable before she slipped on her uniform and returned to the weary woman.

She slid her fingers up Cala's smooth belly and between the woman's cleavage before stopping at the collar. They traced along the leash until she finds the end and picked it up. Tugging gently, she waited for her pet to rise and follow her out of the room. Still bathing in her own afterglow, Vera kept the pace slow which allowed her slave to keep up on those shaky legs of hers. It was impossible to describe how pleased she was with her pet right now. Perhaps the punishment became a form of rewarding her pet but the results remained the same. Her pet was loyal and was eager to server her mistress. The Head Girl gave her slave a small taste of what it would be like if the woman stayed with her, reinforcing that urge to remain a slave. Sighing softly, the two of them would be back at the suite soon where a deep slumber awaits them.

The enjoyment I felt was immense but soon to end. Far too soon as my mistress raised her hips and squirmed backwards, her breasts wavering over my face and then her lips. Lips touching mine, the scent of both of our sexes before my nose. I drank of her, our tongues intertwined, submitting to her lead. And then she was gone.

Lying perfectly still upon the cool hard concrete I relived our session in my head, her porcelain skin against my darkness. In my mind my tongue is upon her, tasting her in all her glory as I slowly run my hands over my cooling body. I was not ready for it to end. All too soon came the familiar tug upon my collar and I rolled over. Pushing myself upwards I tottered along behind her on weak legs.

Security y waved us through, her look knowing why I walked funny. There was nothing sexy about it. It was simply one foot on front of the other, determination keeping me upright as ever muscle swore at me for abusing them. If I was to keep up with my mistress I would need to get in shape. Really good shape. It sounded like a good new year’s resolution.

Once on the lift my tummy protested with the sudden motion. A long loud gurgle my mistress could not miss. Not only did my body feel worn out, but it felt like I needed to stretch out the kinks. If only I had the energy…but right now..right then as I leaned into the corner for support it was all I could do to stay upright.

Even so I was aware of the tingling heat of my mistress. As I stared at her back I notices the posture, the curves, the sexiness that came through even the uniform from the swell of her breast to the length of her leg. I would not have held a candle to this one back home. If she had had a boyfriend I doubt he ever would have strayed to someone like me. I was merely decoration to her. Damn I wanted what she had.

The lift stopped…we were home…and I still needed to get her bath ready, lay out her uniform for tomorrow and take out her nightgown…..so much to do….sooo tired.

The Head Girl still had that itch, that yearning to continue what they had started. But business before pleasure. If they had continued they would have never left the basement and that was one place one should spend the night at. The soft mattress and sheets waited for her back at her suite, perhaps her pet will have that same luxury tonight.

Cala was not doing well. Ever stepped seemed awkward as muscles the woman never knew she had were aching and sore from abuse. The ride on the lift was particularly strainful for the poor woman. Smiling softly, she stroked her pet's cheek as she allowed her to rest against the wall of the lift as it rose upwards. The ding sounds their arrival, they were back home.

Vera turned on the lights and tugged on the leash to keep the servant from wandering off to perform duties. She led to the open area before her desk and turned face her pet. "So out of shape," she teased as fingers stroke along Cala's still heated and sensitive muscles, "You will need to work on that. But, lets get you stretched out. If you do not, todays pains will come to haunt you tomorrow." Also NICE labs made it a requirement to stretch out the woman's body as much as possible the next few days as the body adapts to the new changes.

She took the leash and wrapped it around the woman's arm to keep it out of the way. The Head Girl circled around behind Cala, her fingers sliding over the Arab's glistening form. Taking a firm grip, she began guiding her slave through a long series of motions. Vera listened carefully to the woman's groans as aching muscles and joints stretch. She ensured to push just far enough to cause a little pain before holding it there. Softly, she whispered a count of fifteen into the woman's ear before releasing then repeated the motion again for another fifteen.

The Head Girl began with the arms, sliding her hands up Cala's hips and up under the armpits. From there she stretched the upper back and shoulders. Then proceeded to the hips and thighs before going all the way down to the woman's calves. Vera's breasts rubbed and mashed against the slave's back as she kept her body pressed close. Her nipples continued to throb and ache, still hungering for Cala's lips to suckle on them. But her slave had done enough for tonight.

Once finished stretching, she pulled away. "Go clean yourself up, my pet," she ordered, "Then you may go rest. I will forgive you not completing your final duties this time. You are much too exhausted to continue any further." With tomorrow being Sunday, she was not too concerned about the little things. Sometimes it was alright to loosen her grip on the reins from time to time.

Together we entered her rooms, me naked behind her, doing all I could to stay upright, she tugging on my leash dressed in her resplendent school uniform. We must have been quite a sight, but then there was no one to see. Much to my surprise my mistress circles round behind me and began to run her hands along me…to stretch me…to…

As tired as I was the touch of her was almost too much. My body yearned for it, enjoyed it even as my mistress made it as nonsexual as she might. I could still feel the hard nubs of her teats press into my back. That all by itself told me my mistress was still aroused, but was not having me satisfy that need, not that I even thought I had the energy it would take. Even as she stretched me my limbs shook from time to time as we proceeded through a series of stretches. Her voice always soothing, her hands professional even as they got close to things I wanted touched by her and not the men she had employed.

The look on her face was one of concern. It was a look that took away my breath and made me hers then and there. I had not expected it, had not realized that I meant something more till that moment. Like an epiphany, there it was, if only for a single unguarded moment our relationship, while erstwhile slave to mistress unmistakably crossed a line. A line far more important than the earlier one of symbolic red ribbon that lay upon some basement floor. It was not a change I would take advantage of, it was a change that made me realize I had made the right choice. The path of which I could not see, nor the ending, but it was a path I wanted to travel with her all the same.

What had begun several weeks ago in hate and disrespect had changed me profoundly. What I had found is not what I had sought.

“Yes mistress…” I stopped, conflicted by the order. “Mistress you said to talk to you before I disobey…I..you…need food…if once I have taken my leave to clean myself up, if I may make you dinner I would be most happy.” That was if I did not fall asleep in the shower. Just one more thing…one small thing and then I could rest.

She smiled softly not only from the request but the sudden feelings she felt coming from the woman. Vera kept feeling so many unique emotions from her slave. It was hard to describe them beyond perhaps referring them to a color. But now she could not describe even the basic elements of this one's aura. Whatever the sensation was, it felt pleasant and she could at least tell the woman was still happy to be her slave.

The message from NICE was not kidding about a increased appetite. If it were not for Shokushu providing all her food and supplies, she would have to worry about her pet eating her out of house and home. Though not particularly hungry, Vera decided to follow along with this just to ensure the woman had a proper meal. Of course this is assuming her slave did not suddenly collapse in the middle of the two tasks remaining.

"Very well," she replied cooly, "Clean yourself up, put on your uniform, and make us dinner. It seems tonights experience has left you famished." Vera smirked slyly before turning and sitting at her desk. She typed up a few reports on the devices used along with Cala's progress. The stench of sex still eminated from her slave's and her own bodies. Juices still soaked her panties bringing a cool sensation between her thighs as they rub together. She needed a shower just as badly as her pet did.

Once Cala finished cleaning up, the Head Girl takes her own turn in the shower while her pet prepared dinner. Fingers caress and mold over her luscious tits causing a soft sigh to leave her lips. It had been too long since she had such a thrill. Once cleaned, the silver haired woman came out wearing her silk night gown. She checked the table to see if dinner was ready and to ensure her pet was not completely knocked out already.

I felt far better once clean, even if it meant washing away my queens scent. Some things are better left saved only in one’s mind. However once the water stopped the dizziness hit. I sat for a while on the floor of the tub, waiting for the sensation to pass. When it was finally gone I grabbed the towel and dried myself still sitting on the tubs edge for support. Something was really wrong. It was as if I had no energy at all.

The sex had been long, and I had put my back into it so to speak. Still I should not have felt this winded by a little bit of exercise. My mistress was right, I would need a physical class next semester and she just might be able to suggest a good one. Right now swimming was not going well at all and it is what had landed me in all the hot water. Water I had no desire to leave now that I was immersed in it.

Moving carefully, always touching a wall or piece of furniture for support I donned my uniform and headed for the kitchen. Tonight was not going to be very good. Fast…but not necessarily good as I grabbed things and stuffed them in the microwave. My mistress deserved better….but as I slide down the cabinet to keep from falling over I knew I had reached my limits. Everything I had left I summoned in order to bring her meal to the table, to set it like it should be.

It was only then I knelt at my appointed place and waited. Waited for the water to turn off. Waited for the door to open. Shifted as she entered, bringing my shoulder up and my back straight. I held on..barely.

“Mistress, I am sorry for the simplicity of food…you …you deserve so much better and your slave while unworthy begs forgiveness for the poor fare.” My body wavered. Not a good sign…not the way to great my mistress. I had to remain upright, strong.

Even kneeling was becoming nearly impossible for her pet. There was a reason that she wanted Cala to get some rest. But the woman was trained to see to her mistress before herself. Even if it was impossible to do the job properly, there was maybe a sense of pride for the Arab to do the work herself.

Vera stroked Cala's cheek. Ceremony would have to wait or else the poor woman would be too weak to even eat. "It will do," she replied softly, "Eat your food and go to bed. Your mistress thanks you for the simple meal." To tell the truth, she was rather weary herself. So much work had to be done due to Sgt Ritter and Cala's antics along with punishing and testing her pet. The Head Girl had been active all day and night.

She sat down and began eating the dinner prepared for her. At this point the Head Girl was satisfied with just having food in her stomach. It would make falling asleep easier for her still calming body. The smell of sex was out of her system but the memories were still there and still vivid. Once finished with her meal, she pushed the plate away and got up from her chair. "Leave the dishes, they can be done tomorrow." She ordered, "A slave is useless if she collapses due to exhaustion. Goodnight, my pet."

Sighing softly, she pulled her hair back behind her shoulders before crawling into bed. The soft mattress was many times better than the cold concrete down in the basement. Her eyes closed as she used what strength she had left to listen for her pet. This was one order she definitely did not want Cala disobeying.

“Yes mistress” getting up and going to eat in the kitchen. It felt wrong somehow and for a while I pushed the food around on my plate until my appetite got the best of me and I ate. She was right of course; I would only cause her more trouble if I did collapse from exhaustion. Having to summon help, taking me to the infirmary. I did not want to wake up in one of those tanks again somehow breathing the very water that bubbled around me. It had seemed like a dream, but it was real. As real as my dream with my queen.

So I ate. Felt a little better for doing it and headed for the coach and much needed rest. Even so I tossed and turned trying to get comfy. All I could think about was how much better it would be to fall asleep in my queen’s arms. I longed for that day. I’d not realized till now how special it had felt to fall asleep with Pia in my arms. To wake up with someone the next morning. I missed it…and ..and now that my queen had finally allowed me sex with her my whole being cried out for the connection to go the next step.

So rather than fall immediately to sleep I thought about her…and a shared bed, warmer, softer, and far nicer because she let me share it with her. Perhaps a step to far for a slave to dream, but dream of it I would.