Vera said go to bed as a faint hint for her pet. But the woman was far too exhausted to even consider sharing a bed with her. It was a pity but there was still time further in the future. Waiting at least makes the experience more rewarding for her slave.

Sleep quickly took the Head Girl after a long night of work and pleasure. The next morning came quickly as the silver haired woman left her bed. It was Sunday so there was little that needed to be done beyond making sure the preparations for the Prom were going smoothly. Speaking of the Prom, perhaps there were a few things she could use Cala for. Not for her own tasks but there were less sensitive things to work on being done by other Head Girls.

Before moving to her desk, Vera searched for her pet. No doubt the weary woman was already up and working in hopes of earning even greater rewards from her. Quietly, she slipped close behind her slave and wrapped her arms around her. Warm lips press against Cala's cheek before whispering, "Good morning, my pet," into the woman's ear. Fingers slide along the thin nearly see through fabric of the slave's uniform, tracing teasingly around her nipples. Once teased, she slipped away and moved to her desk to check on messages and any tasks that need to be done.

For her pet, it was required to at least pleasure the woman twice a day for the now overloaded libido. But like a drug, she was certain her pet would long for even more than that. This was a much more powerful hold than what mere nicotine patches provided. Vera was going to enjoy feeding her pet's deepest desires and having her beg for more.

Once breakfast was prepared, the Head Girl took her seat and waited for her pet to kneel beside her. Stroking the woman's cheek she began a stream of questions that would continue to reaffirm Cala's existence. 'Who am I?' 'Who are you?' She had her pet answer the stream of questions before lifting the woman's chin and taking those lips that pleasured her last night into a long deep kiss.

"Mmm... You have pleased me greatly, my pet," she cooed softly, "You may sit at the table and eat with me. I know you must be starving."

The alarm awoke me and my entire body seemed to ache. All I wanted to do was roll over and continue my dream of my queen and the pleasures of her kiss. That dream already had me in a state. Made worse by dragging my own hands up my body. It had been a good dream, a really good dream as I stretched long legs outwards and felt the hardness of my peaks.

Starting down my morning list I was petrified to hear my mistress already up. Still working on breakfast she stole up behind me and wrapped her arms about me. Twin points pushed against my back as my skin buzzed at her contact. Breath, delicate and warm falls upon my neck. Fingers move under the fabric and tease my already taut nipples. The breath catches in my throat as fingers tighten over the pan handle and spatula. I close my eyes as the sensations of pleasure dance along my nerves and my belly heats up.

“Morning mistress” the sound of my voice full of lust echoed in my body being ready and willing for her touch. Last night was a dream, today it is real. As quickly as she has entered my mistress departs and leaves me in a sea of quite despair and hope. It is a new greeting; will it become a new ritual?

Our ritual continues; breakfast, my body quivering in desire as I take my seat next to her. Her soft caress, the questions. This morning however takes more concentration than ever before. My mind drifts to her touches…drifts to dreams of pleasure, both pleasing and being pleased. I try to shake off the images that roam about my head. Even so the ritual is changed.

Almost I object to the honor. My mouth forms the words, my brain sends the signals and all that comes out is

“Yes Mistress” Giddy, happy. Her words, and tone giving bounce to my step as I retrieve my plate from the kitchen and return. I try and follow my mistress’s lead, dainty bites, the use of fork and knife. The last weeks I have grown careless in my table etiquette, eating as I stood, with fingers in order to save time. Now this honor, sitting at her table. Could the bed be closer than I imagine? Fidgeting and squirming with the pleasure of that thought I do my best to eat properly.

“Mistress….I…please forgive me, but I…I am having trouble concentrating this morning. Something has be ahh stirred up more than usual and it’s not getting better. Did your training do this to you as well?” She has told me to speak of things that trouble me…and right now these new feelings and desires are center stage to what troubles me.

The Head Girl could already tell that it was taking all of the woman's focus just to do something as simple as eating. The slave's aura flared with desire and lust. It truly was amazing effect to see. A stroke there, a kiss there and already her pet was burning with need. She could never imagine having such control over a woman's body and mind through such physical means.

Something as simple as eating at the table with her gave a large reaction from the slave woman. It was as if she offered a new toy or a shiny piece of jewelry to a child. The offer was so great that Cala looked like she was going to decline the offer. All this from a very small treat from the mistress. But if such minor things made her pet happy, who was she to complain?

The question made her giggle softly in amusement. "Hmm," she pondered for a bit, "Perhaps I had similar difficulties. But I cannot say anymore as you have yet to tell me what is really wrong if anything. Are you not pleased with sitting here and having a meal with your mistress? Tell me what is bothering you, my pet."

Her own heart was beating a bit faster as ripples of Cala's aura reached her body. What was once a woman who would use her body on anyone now had a focus for all those needs. Even she was a little shocked on how strongly this woman needed this, needed her. This may hinder her pet's duties but nothing that some adapting will fix. Right now, her pet is seeing a dream coming true or at least taking steps closer to that truth. This will only make the Arab woman work even harder for her praise.

Vera continued her meal as the flustered woman tried to come up with an explanation. She would allow Cala to speak her peace until she finished her meal. Though Sunday, there was still work to be done and she prefer not to spend all her time floundering around the question.

The set felt hard under my bum, and sitting at the same level as my mistress was both heartening and distressing. So much had happened. I who had betrayed her was accorded more privilege than I deemed to be worthy of. To be honest I was thankful, it was good to be treated as a person and not just a pet. Once more things were changing between us and the uncertainty made trouble in that head of mine.

Perhaps more so was this nagging need that rode my body in her presence. Though to be honest I had not been outside my mistresses direct influence for any length of time. She wished me to answer and I would have to, it was my duty. Still it was difficult to phrase the question and be proper about it.

“Mistress, I do not believe it is wrong necessarily. When you touch me, my body and mind perk up, I…desire intimacy. Very much. Day dreams are intruding on my thoughts while I do things. Dirty little dreams of you and me. I dreamt last night, and awoke hungry for your touch. I…I don’t feel very in control of anything. Not this need, not these dreams.” Putting down the fork for fear she would notice the way my hands shook I hid them in my lap. Hanging my head I waited, fearful I might be denied the thing I seemed to crave. I’d read somewhere about junkies, I feared I might be becoming one of them but my drug of choice thought and walked.

"My pet," she began softly, "We had sex on the basement floor last night. During that time, our bodies, our desires were one. To be one with one's mistress is a dream all slaves have. It is only natural to long for that experience again." Vera sets her fork down and looked over at the other woman. "But, that also means you must continue to strive to improve yourself as my servant and pet. If you cannot perform your tasks properly, then that experience will once more become a dream."

The Head Girl smiled softly as she rose to her feet and circled around to where Cala sat. She gently pulled the side of her pet's head against her breast. Fingers stroked through the woman's hair as she continued. "You need only enough control to continue your tasks. You are a slave now, control is no longer your concern. Your body, your mind, your life, they are mine to use as I see fit. You need not worry anymore. I will take good care of you as long as you perform well and obey."

The woman could feel Vera's heart throbbing through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She continued to stroke and play with the woman's hair, enjoying the feeling of her pet quivering to her touch. Yes, this one needed her. Cala was evolving into the perfect little slave. This hunger would only feed the woman's desire to serve.

Slowly, she pulled away. The Head Girl decided to keep treating this addiction. The woman's libido required release anyway. "Finish your meal and clean the dishes. Do not keep me waiting. I expect you to be ready to wash my back in a few minutes." With that, Vera kissed the woman's cheek and moved to the bathroom to prepare the shower.

The last thing I wanted was for my mistress to once more withdraw behind the icy veil of winter’s cold. I would rather live in the constant fire than retreat now. As a slave though I had to have control. Yes, I had heard her, but it bothered me some that she did not understand how much control I had to have. If I saw her hurt I could no longer take matters in my own hand; control. If I wanted her body against mine I could not have it unless she allowed; control. My needs, my wants were second to hers, even when it would no doubt please her that I had those needs and desires.

Perhaps she understood having been there first. Maybe it was my own lack of understanding that made me think I must have control. Over and over it had been repeated by my mistress that I must have discipline. Now, while we were so close I wanted to throw away the discipline and just jump into her arms. However much I wanted to do so I could not. As much as I might yearn for more I was but a slave, and slaves did not have desires. My body however did. Maybe I was wrong…for a slave had one desire and that was to serve…that I had…but I still harbored the others.

So it came to pass that my mistress needs sent a thrill of expectation through me. A chance to touch once more her naked flesh, but this time…this time it would be me touching even if only for a bath. Hurriedly I scampered off to clear the dishes and finish the tasks at hand. The uniform was to be laid out, a soft towel fetched. Most important, I had to reign in my own desire. The familiar acidic taste of fear touched me as I entered the bathroom and saw her. The fear I would not be able to contain the raging fire of desire that made me vibrate with need.

A torrent of water cascaded down her beautiful pale skin. As I entered her face looked up, and I blanched, quickly looking away least the temptation be too great. The knot of my simple rope belt took forever to undue with my trembling hands. Those same hands would soon touch her, rub the soap along the curve of her back and she would know as I shook how much the act thrilled and hurt me. Finally rid of my slaves garb I stepped into the cloud of mist and cascading water. Gathering up the soap and the scrunchy with care I began the task at hand.

Heat rippled from her body. With my hands shaking and my mouth dry I did all I could to contain the raging fire within. The air seemed to press in wards, threatening to suffocate me as I choked on it. My heart beat hard in my chest. I could smell the source of my addiction…feel it…touch it, but I could not feed it. Must not feed it…..

“Fuck me” I had not meant to say it out loud and I felt the tension in her shoulders.

“Mistress..I am sorry….” I bit my lip, knowing she would want an explanation. “My head is spinning…I…I must be like an addict, and you are my drug of choice…I..I am not certain I can do this. Forgive me.”

The steam from the shower caused Vera's body to glisten under the light. She had already begun washing her hair when Cala had entered and began fumbling with her uniform. The clashes and changes of emotions was telling her more about the woman than her eyes ever could. She could sense when the woman was staring at her nude body almost to the point of feeling the physical sensation of those eyes touching her luscious form.

She knew Cala was struggling. The changes by NICE labs and the acts of last night had opened a flood gate of emotions and needs that were quickly overwhelming her poor pet. The rules were changing and her slave was far too dazed to notice.

The Head Girl pulled her long silver hair over one shoulder so the woman could begin washing her back. Cala barely managed a few scrubs before cursing. It had been a long time since the woman had a slip up like this. But she found it unlikely it was a curse but rather a request at this point.

Vera turned to face her pet. She pulled her hair back behind her shoulders as she stepped closer. Cala would feel the cool tile against her back as the Head Girl gently grips the Arab's chin. "Why so hesitant hmm? I can feel your desire for me, your need for my touch," she whispered softly as she gazed deep into the woman's eyes, "My desires always come first but that does not mean you do not have any of your own. Tell me, pet. What is it you desire right now? Tell me how you feel about your mistress. Tell me everything."

Her breasts press up against Cala's as water continued to soak down their bodies. Fingers lightly trace up and down the slave's side, continuing to stroke the flames of desire in her pet. There were no tasks here and no place to hide now. Vera gave an order and she expected it followed to the letter.

She turned at my outburst. Carefully her hands put her hair behind her allowing me to see all of her and as she stepped back I took a step as well. One step and my back was up against the cool tiles her body warm against me. With trouble I took a breath my chest rising against hers, our breasts pushed inward and outward. Air caught in my throat as her voice sent prickles of energy washing over my skin.

“Mistress I desire you, more than you might imagine. A selfish desire for it does not put you first. I…I want to feel you like this…hands upon me, mouth upon me…tongue and fingers in me…touching me. I want to do the same with you but it is not my right to initiate such contact is it?”

My hands rested on her hips, wanting to move around and pull her close, though I dare not instigate anything that my mistress might not want. That every fiber of my body might want to believe she wanted much the same from me I could not start. It was not right.

“I love you” chocking on the words….worried they might be used against me. Wrong way for me to think. It was an issue of trust and my mistress had done nothing to not warrant my trust; not since I had arrived here and plead my desire to serve her. Her she was, her body tight against mine, her hands flowing along my torso, touching the sides of my breasts and causing my whole body to tighten in joy. It was not going to take much to make me burst. I already felt the edge.

The Head Girl pressed closer as those three words left the woman's lips. Those words were stronger than any oath or promise the Arab could ever give and she now had them. Her pet had given much to remain close to her mistress and now she had Cala's love as well.

Her lips press against Cala's as she took a long deep kiss from her slave. Licking the woman's lips as broke the kiss, she smiled softly. "I love you too, my pet," she whispered softly, "You are here with me because I enjoy the feel of your hands upon me, your body pressed against mine. I know you have your urges, your needs." Her lips slide gently down the woman's neck as she whispered softly. She lightly nibbled and sucked on the heated flesh as she purred with pleasure. "Mmm..." she cooed softly, "Say it again. Tell me how much you love me right now."

Her other hand reached up and began to mold the flesh of her slave's breast. The woman's already hardened peak was caught between her fingers as she pinched and tugged on the tender nub. She gently rubbed her shapely form up against Cala's. The feelings of lust and need soaked into her own aura, further fueling her urge for more. She was in control of this woman's heart and that thought drove her wild.

The Head Girl left her pet's lips free so she may speak and cry out her love. Her knee wedged between Cala's thighs as it began to grind up against her slave's exposed sex. There was a reason for calling her pet here and it was simply to allow themselves to relieve each others tension for the morning. She knew giving an addict a large dose would only make the effects worse and that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted Cala to seek her out as a source of love and pleasure that no one could ever equal. Then her pet would never think of leaving her.

Like a bursting damn her words came over me in a torrent. The passion flowed in my veins; my body melting into her while the water beat down upon us in a steady beat of bass. Arms wound about her head and hands became tangled in her long hair. One leg up, wound around her hip to pull her closer as I become wedged between her hot body and the cool tile.

Meeting the kiss with one of my own I felt lips and tongue melt into hers. There was not mistress…no slave there was just we. My moans ended in her mouths embrace much like my mistresses. Our hearts matched one another’s beat to become one. A new bass. The drumming of the water our rhythm. Bodies twined, mine grinding on her leg in long strides as she ground herself on my leg.

Clutching at her my scream of pleasure was muffled in her mouth. So deliriously happy was I that my orgasm hit in record time. Heat rose in my belly and blew itself outwards along my limbs. Eyes closed I rode the wave of it till it subsided and I went limp in her arms.

“I love you” I whispered as our kiss finally broke, “ Mistress, I fear I have been selfish and not seen to your needs first.” That passion had taken me on an unbridled ride of lust and desire. I had lost myself in her, lost myself so completely I did not even know if pleasure had been had by my mistress. Yet was that not how sex was supposed to be? Up till now it had been mechanical for me…sure I lost myself in my own pleasure, but that was a phase. This morning, this morning had been so different. I had become lost in my mistress’s arms. I had drunk of her and forgotten were she started and I ended. I could only hope that she too had lost herself in my arms.

Was that love?

The two lost themselves in each other's arms. Her own sex sawed against Cala's thigh as the woman ground hard against hers. The slave did not resist at all as the deep fluttering quickly became that wonderful rush into bliss. The woman slumped in Vera's arms as juices gush over her thigh, mixing with the constant pouring of water from the shower.

A finger pressed to Cala's lips as the woman began to apologize. "Shh.." she hushed softly, "I am doing this to help you and because I want to. But, since you are unable to wash my back," she pushed the glowing woman down to her knees before her glistening folds, "You will just have to clean something else." Vera smirked as she reached for the soap and began to wash her body as her hips gently ground into the slave's face.

She was pleased that her pet still worried about gaining pleasure first. But Vera prefered to be in control of the situation. Nothing pleased her more than watching her slave quiver and fall to her knees before her. She was the mistress and this woman was her pet. The Head Girl may love this pet but their positions would not change, only the rules may change.

Soft moans leave her lips as she feels her pet begin to work. Soapy suds cascade down her luscious body and cover the kneeling student. Despite the ripples of pleasure rolling through her being, Vera remained standing and for the most part kept her posture. Even as the moans grew louder and her body grew more and more tense, the Head Girl kept herself steady before Cala's licking tongue. Reaching down, she stroked her pet's cheek. "Now you are pleasing me," she cooed, "Does this make you happy, my pet?"

Finger…body touching. Sliding…this time I was not lost. I felt my rock, my salvation steady my fall to my knees. Like a promise, my anchor in this world did not desert me. Happily I found myself on bended knee before the gates of heaven. Did not Allah promise the faithful such.

A touch, a smile unseen as she danced over me upon my tongue. I was in bliss. My body cooling from its own passing ardor, but far more slowly as I went to work upon my mistress. Her flower ground itself against my lips and chin. Water cascaded and dripped down my face. I did not care, for I was hers and she was mine.

The moans echoed in the small stall over the drumming water. Deliriously happy in my service the fear faded till it no longer existed in my world of blissful delight.

“Yes mistress” words that could not have been more honest or sincere. Body, mind, and soul were in unison behind that utterance. I did not say it out of habit. I did not say it out of necessity. No, I said it from the heart because I meant it. Duplicity was not my aim, nor even a target. As my mistress’s dance became more energetic my own happiness increased exponentially.

With tongue, lips and fingers I sought to give her half of what she gave me. Moving up and down her slit my tongue added to the moisture. Fingers opened her, moving into her and pinning her in place like the end of a spear the tip of which played along that wonderful bundle of nerves just inside her. My lips closing on her pearl, giving my tongue a target as I pull her engorged glory inward and an explosion of air outward in a desperately happy moan that leaves a chill of pleasure running down my spine.

The woman between her thighs radiated an aura of warmth. It was not blazing like the flames of lust like before but rather with tenderness that one could only find in happiness and love. Her slave was truly happy with this relationship. The Head Girl found herself proud of such an outcome.

Vera cooed softly in pleasure, unable to enjoy the emotions she was reading as Cala's tongue danced along her puffing netherlips. She smiled faintly at the answer she received. There was no reason to doubt the woman's words. Trust was always a difficult thing especially from ones own slave. There were always the questions of whether the slave wanted to escape or worse get revenge. She felt neither from this woman and had no reason to worry anymore.

"Nnngh.. Ahhhnnn!" The soap slipped from her fingers, falling to the tub with a loud thud. Hands roamed over her large breasts, squeezing and massaging them slowly. Cala's fingers spread her netherlips and thrust deep inside her. Her pet was learning quickly as the tips of the woman's fingers graze across her precious g-spot. Jolts of pleasure run up her spine as her body arched. Thighs spread further apart to allow her slave easier access. Vera did not hold back the sounds of pleasure that left her lips.

Her pet or perhaps her lover did not stop. Lips seal over her swelling pearl as the woman gave it a wild lashing with her tongue. Every strike across her pulsing nub caused her hips to buck forward as her knees began to buckle. "Uhhnnnn..." Low groans and sharp gaps continue to leave her time and time again as the shivering and tension grew more and more. Finally in a loud cry, her muscles clenched around the woman's fingers. Her body arched as her fingers squeeze tightly around her large mammaries. Hot juices squirt out, running over Cala's face and mixing with the shower waters. The Head Girl continued to spasm in climax as she rests her body against the tile wall.

The sounds of our lovemaking rose until the drumbeat of the water could not be heard. Then and only then did my mistress climax. Honey flowed across my face and down my neck to mix with the water of the shower. Her body quivers above me, my own arms and the wall all that keeps her upright.

Working my tongue across her slit I clean her of the results of our time together. My hand pats the tile floor till I find the bar of soap, then starting at her feet I slowly clean my mistress while she recovers from the intense orgasm. Crawling from between her legs I move upwards with the soap, fingers running over every inch of her body from toes to shoulders.

I press my body against her soapy back and rub against her as one. More quickly I clean my own body, running hands over my much smaller chest, along my narrow waist and across my flowing hips. Shuddering at the sensation I suppress the rising heat knowing that both of us have much to do this day.

Bashfully I look up into my mistress’s eyes and turn my head to met her. Lip to lip I kiss her, a small kiss, but warm and wonderful all the same.

“Thank you mistress” Turning I stop the water with a twist of my hand and gather my mistresses towel in hand so that I might have the privilege of drying her off. I relish the chance to touch her, to wipe the water from her pale skin. Every time I touch her I feel something inside flutter. It is a wonderful feeling.

Failing before, Cala attempts to clean her mistress's body once more. Accepting the slaves love had calmed the woman down. There was no frustration or fear. Her pet's hands were steady as they glide the soap up shapely thighs. Her lover's tongue tastes the last remnants of juices on her slit before the water washed them away. Whether or not it was due to the longing of touching Vera's body, the Arab student was much more focused now.

"Mmm.." she purred softly as she leaned back against the woman's rubbing body. Firm orbs and hardened peaks drag up and down her back sending pleasing shivers up and down her spine. The cleaning ended with a soft kiss and smile. Vera's fingers gently stroked the slave's cheek, pleased with this woman's progress.

Her pet took matters in her own hands as the woman turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry Vera off with. The Head Girl smiled and stepped out of the shower to allow Cala to work. Soft sighs leave her lips as her pet lingered on drying her chest and up her hips. Such little cheats for pleasure and touch she did not mind at all. Small tastes only left one more hungry for the main course.

Once dry, she began slipping on her uniform while her pet dried herself off. She turned to her pet and stole another soft kiss from her lover's lips before disappearing into the next room. When Cala finally dressed and left the bathroom, Vera would be sitting at one of the chairs near the dinner table. Her hair was still unkempt from the shower and a brush sat on the table waiting. The Head Girl did not say anything as she waited for Cala to come and brush her hair.