My mornings had once more shifted. I could feel it in the very air as if it whispered to me. If striving for perfection in all things would get me closer to my mistress then I would do it. For the first time in my life I lived in someone’s house and obeyed the rules and was happy. I was really happy.

Now that I was satisfied and glowing from the inside out my life here was not something that I wished to give up even when…. That was a horrible thought. I did not want it to end. I did not want to think about the end. It was an end fast approaching, but my mistress had given hope. Had she not said I might stay on? Was this morning yet another step in that direction?

Dry, with my slaves tunic sliding over my cooling body I hung the towels and hurried after my mistress. Yes, things had shifted. She sat, brush to her side much like she had the other morning. I went to her, bowed and scampered around her back, eager to run the brush though her hair, to feel the silky strands once more. Such long beautiful hair, mine had been long as well till that beast had cut and styled it as it was now.

Had he known, for the cut was better as a slave, it was far easier to care for. The thought perished once more as I continued to work the tangles and kinks from my mistress. But another thought intruded. My mistress, scrubbing her masters back as I had. Pleasure him in ways I could not fully imagine even with my vivid imagination. More like I did not want to see her that way in my mind. Jealous? Perhaps I was, a little but then she had given me my leave to see Pia. Who was I as her slave to deny her pleasure of another? Still I did not like the thought. I wanted to be the one to satisfy her every need.

Was that why it hurt? Did it hurt because I could not satisfy my mistresses ever need? Would she give me the chance? For a moment I lost focus. Hands stopped moving. Her head began to move and I moved soon after to finish the job, but I suspected she would know…and would ask. She was just smart like that.

Vera sat patiently as she waited for her pet to come and begin brushing her hair. The woman did not disappoint and immediately got to work on the new task. The new task seemed to please her pet. Tending to a mistress's needs was a goal in all slaves. But, she could already feel the light flickers of negative emotions as the woman continued to run the brush down her long silver hair.

She was unsure what the exact emotions were but it something was indeed bothering her pet. Was the slave not content? Was her pet becoming greedy after so many treats? Such questions would have to be answered later as she had other matters to mention first.

"The Prom designers are looking for extra hands to help set it up by the deadline," she began softly as the woman brushed her hair, "As I have my own matters to attend to for the Prom, you will go and assist them in completing their tasks. Katya Ivanova is the Head Girl designing the sets and rooms. You will see her and take orders from her until they are finished. As my slave, you will be representing me so perform well and do not embarass me, my pet."

With this, there was a reason to have her pet out of the suite during times when she was working on the camera system and monster beacons. Plus it would get the woman more involved in school matters. Vera would get her time alone and her pet would be interacting with the school, a win for both sides.

Noting the sudden hesitation in Cala's strokes, she spoke up again. "Something is bothering you again," she said calmly, "Speak up and explain why you are so distracted." Might as well get to the root of the problem and be done with it. Vera had to remind herself to be patient with this woman. This was many changes to Cala's very life and the woman had only realized the love for her mistress. She did not wish to push this one away after working so hard to get this far.

So much to take in, and now a new worry compounded by the feelings inside. I would be interacting with another head girl. Was my mistress loaning me out for more than just work? Would she expect me to…to pleasure this one as well. I really hope not. Yet as a slave did I have the choice. Worse…what if I wished too? Arrgghhhhh

“Yes mistress, I shall serve you well.” I bowed, and her next words only confirmed that my mistress noticed everything.

“I am I think a little jealous that perhaps I cannot serve all your needs and you require others. You have told me of the head master. I…I get the feeling you need him and …and I want to fulfill all your needs and desires. Fuck…that sounds corny…” I felt small then, I had not meant to say it like that. I seemed petty and trite. Well that and I had cussed. But I was not done. “And this other head girl, what if she wishes more than just labor from your slave. Am I do have to server her as I would gladly serve you? Would it be wrong for me to say no? I worry mistress that I might not please you in all things for this path has twists and turns I cannot foresee and I do not want to disappoint you in any way and loose what you have given so freely to me. “ Laying the brush down I went to my knees beside my mistress and hung my head, uncertain if I had angered her, or spoken something good.

She could not help but smile softly at the mention of serving every need and desire. The conflicting emotions had nothing to do with resisting her will but rather trying to perform better for her. Such devotion and loyalty was a rare find indeed.

"My pet..." she began calmly, "You have already done so much for my needs and desires. You even took punishment on my behalf. But, matters between me and him is something you must not interfere with. He is the one in power of not just me but this entire school. If it makes things easier, you may see him as my boss rather than my master. Only on certain occasions will I be needed by him. But such worries are beyond you and you have no need to be concerned with them. Serve me and that will make me pleased."

To answer the matter of sexual matters with another Head Girl, her fingers slowly trace down Cala's cheek and down the woman's side. Would Katya do such a thing? Perhaps though it would not be due to hostility against her. To be annoyed by such things would mean being annoyed by her pet still making love to Pia. She was threatened by neither woman and this was why.

Fingertips graze just along the bare side of her pet's breast. Slowly, she dragged her fingers across taking the thin white fabric with her. Vera continued to pull the fabric until is slipped between the woman's cleavage, leaving one breast completely bare and in view. A finger slowly circled a puffing areolae. "Who are you?" she asked softly, expecting the trained answer from her pet, "Who are you when you are kneeling before me? Who are you when you go to class? When you return to this suite? When you go to sleep?" Fingers pinched the engorged nipple and twisted enough to cause sharp pain. "When we make love who are you? When you go see Pia?" She grabbed the woman's breast and squeezed it hard. "When you go and help Miss Ivanova who are you?"

She made sure to give the slave time to answer each and every question. Being a slave was not a job but a way of life. If Cala saw herself differently when outside Vera's presence, then the woman was not truly serving her in mind, body, and soul.

It would seem my body answered for me before the words could even begin to form on my lips. Even though we had just made love in the shower her touch was already instilling in me a need for more. The slave tunic might not be much, but now that my breast lay bare before her I felt far more naked than the days I had worked that way in her apartment. It was as if the clothing itself served to make me feel sexier for having it on and once half off the feeling grew ever more so.

Her touch upon my exposed breast brought the delightful tingle along my limbs and down my spine. I could feel the point harden, the areola pulse with blood till the skin tightened on my breast. I bit my tongue till the questions began once more.

“Mistress I am the one called Cala you devoted pet and slave, the one that loves and serves you above all others.” As she went down the litany. As she went so to did an understanding that no matter if another head girl demanded my physical attentions I was still hers and she would not hold it against me. Even Pia…poor Pia whom I had neglected horribly in the past weeks, she who was perhaps the only one that might rival my mistress now.

Squeaking I spoke the line a final time as she twisted my hardened nipple and I felt the pleasure of pain. It was a new feeling. Pain as pleasure, and not for the first time did I think about the punishments that Vera had given others in my presence, only this time a heat rose up in me and made my insides quiver. Perhaps what My mistress had done was not all punishment no matter how much it hurt.

My own experience was beginning to mirror that line of thought. Though being itchy was nothing compared to receiving lashes. If it ever came to it I was sure my mistress would do it well and I would feel the pleasure of pain for some how she was able to read me like a book.

“Mistress…I shall finish my duties here post haste and report to the other head girl. Thank you for your explanation. I shall serve you well and not besmirch you good name. “

The Head Girl tenderly stroked the woman's breast before gently pulling the fabric back over it. Her fingers slide up the slave's side before caressing the woman's neck and cheek, cupping it gently. "That will please me greatly, my pet."

She was already pleased with the results. Even the mentioning of Pia brought forth the same answer with very little hesitation. She was certain Pia would remain in the woman's heart but that would only make her seem more merciful and warm for allowing the relationship to continue.

Vera allowed her pet to finish brushing her hair before rising to her feet. The Arab woman was already moving about the suite, checking to ensure everything was perfect and spotless. With her servant being gone for most of the day for the next few days, that only gave her slave a sense of urgency to tend to these matters quickly.

She would still be able to see her pet later tonight and they could pick up where they left off after a lovely dinner. In a way, Vera could not help but look forward to seeing her pet screaming her name once more as their bodies press and writhe against one another. Perhaps her slave would not be so shy to avoid her bed this time around.

Sighing softly, the Head Girl focused on going through her notes and mail on the computer. It was Sunday and most of her time was free for once. She may move to go work out and get outside for a bit. It was a rare opportunity to take advantage of her free time.

Thankfully we’d had sex already or her pulling my uniform closed again would have been met with far more disappointment than it did. Already I felt an edge building but one I could contain for the day. At least I hoped I could, there was no sense pushing on my mistresses good will.

Without another word I set about my tasks, quickly completing them. As domestic help went I had learned one very important lesson; If you did a little every day then the task was fairly simple and easy to complete. Like the piles of clothes in my room, if it waited it all seemed to take on a life of its own.

Reporting to the other head girl was another matter. As I walked into the giant gym I was awestruck by the transformation taking place before my very eyes. Students and workers scurried about each on some task like ants at an ant hill. You might never know what the scurrying was really doing, but the hill grew.

I reported as I would report to my mistress and like my mistress her fingers cupped my face as she gave me my tasks. Those fingers though did not wholly ignite the passion in me. It was sensual, but not sexual. A distinction that perhaps my mistress would have wanted me to learn and one that I would have to report.

As I slipped from my perspiration drenched uniform on the lift my body tingled in anticipation. The day had gone well and so I did not fear a negative report. The anticipation was of a chance that last night might not be a fluke, a onetime romp. That perhaps it was the start of a change. As I removed the simply cotton bra my breasts tingled for the promise of a touch. My mistress it would seem enjoyed touching them as I sat next to her. As the panties came off the evidence of my arousal grew more acute. By the time the lift had reached the top floor I was naked, my school uniform neatly folded in my arms, and my body afire from the passage of my own hands during the said uniforms removal.

Setting the uniform down as I stepped from the lift I took the slaves uniform that hung in the foyer and placed it over my shoulders. Smoothing down the front my hands flowed across the hardened nubs of my teats. Thought of my mistress, legs spread, her womanly scent filling my nose as I made her moan in pleasure filled my head.

One deep breath…then another for good measure. Swipe the key card Cala…enter the door…no more of that, work to be done. My head was on overdrive, hips swaying, a happy bounce in my step I entered the apartment of my mistress feeling more alive than I had at anytime during the day.

Vera had already returned from her day of jogging and working out in the gym. She had already showered and was in a nightgown sitting at the table. The silver haired woman was lightly sipping her tea at the table as she read a book. It was a day to relax for her before the start of another week of setting up networks and contacting monsters for invitations.

A pulse of warmth brought a smile to the Head Girl's lips. She could feel when her pet arrives to the suite. Sure enough the lock beeped and her slave dressed in her proper attire came into the room. Like a puppy, the woman seemed happy to be back home with her mistress. This level of obedience never ceased to please her.

When Cala kneeled at her side, she gently lifted the woman's chin. Her lips press against the slave's, kissing deeply before pulling away. "Welcome back, my pet," she purred, "I trust your day went well with the Head Girl. I have already showered for tonight but you may make us dinner and sit. Tell me of your day."

She found it easier to speak to her pet now. It was no longer just simple orders and tasks being given. Vera had interest in speaking to her slave to learn more of the woman and also for the simple sake of conversation. Living alone did leave one out of the social loop a bit. It was slightly pleasant to talk to someone who was not a member of Shokushu's staff.

While her pet prepared dinner, she puts away her book. She had tea to keep her company while she waited for her slave to make another wonderful meal for them both. In an attempt to gain her favor, she noticed how Cala was quickly learning more about her various tasks and even trying to push her own limits. Vera smiled softly to herself, still feeling the familiar pulse of desire coming from her pet's aura. There was no doubt that her slave wanted more tonight and perhaps tonight Cala's dream could come true.

Entering her presence I feel the now familiar need in the pit of my stomach. This time as I kneel at her side she says not a word, bending at her waist, her lips upon mine. The air sizzles around me, my skin afire as those round lips seal with mine. Our tongue dance and then as the butterfly’s take flight in my tummy she breaks her kiss of greeting.

What of my life? Desire ruled my waking hours. The hunger I felt had been gnawing at me all day long as I did the errands one after another. Maybe this is what men felt when the testosterone poisoning reached its zenith. I was familiar with my own cravings and desires, but something had changed. Now the urges, the need was far more intense. Was it my mistress, my slavery, or something else entirely?

Those needs were distracting me from the cooking that needed doing. Now that I was home the need had grown as if the outlet for that need was at hand. It was, if my mistress deemed it so. I knew she was good to me, better than I had a right for, but I was yet uncertain if I should even ask. Her taking her shower early might not be a good sign. A tremor of fear that I might be rejected…and then what? My own hand in the shower? I had doubts as to the satisfaction it could have being sufficient. Not only did I want pleasure, but I wanted to please.

That was new. New this week. I’d not noticed till now that pleasing others brought about a great deal of pleasure myself. My mistress and Pia both had now known this new side of me. Men had not. Was I fully gay having forsaken men since the incident with the producer? I found woman more compatible, but then was that due to not having men around…except the scum, like Ritter.

Her lips, her touch, I craved them to the core of my being. Was it just my mistress and Pia? Could it be others? Did it matter? NO, I could answer that. I wanted my mistress, wanted her bad enough that I had burnt the sauce and had to start over.

Sexual and physical hunger now ruled over me as I bent to the task. At long last I prepared her plate and served my mistress. Once more I knelt at her side so she might eat the twin hungers competing for attention in my heart, mind and body.

Vera had to wait a bit longer and could smell the food burning. The woman's libido was becoming more difficult for the slave to control. Sex was going to become a large part of Cala's life one way or another. It was only a matter of time before monsters find her precious pet and introduce her to levels of pleasure and bliss that ordinary humans could not reach. But she still wished her pet to learn some control and patience. To let sex completely control the woman would make things difficult in the future. Or so she thought in her mind.

She tasted the food and lightly caressed Cala's cheek to show her approval. "Come sit," she said calmly, "Tell me how your experience working with the other Head Girl went. This was your first time participating and working with several people on a project is it not? You will be working with them until the job is finished or if you are not needed any longer."

The Head Girl ate her food, giving her compliments to the chef. She could tell her pet was distracted by the woman's urges. That itch, that yearning constantly tugged at her slave's psyche. Vera tried to keep the woman focused with her questions, hoping to spark some conversation. She knew she could not deny the woman's hunger forever but that was never her intention. She too had her own itch that she wanted scratched and that time was close to arriving. But for now, she wanted to eat and enjoy this small moment of peace together.

Sitting upon my knees at my mistresses side only made both hungers grow. Basking in her compliments both hurt and felt good. It hurt because I had not been at my best and my mistress deserved my best. It occurred to me then that my distractions had started soon after my incident with ritter. Perhaps my feelings towards my mistress had indeed changed dramatically and my constant need of her touch had grown out of that.

The other hunger had much the same timing. But maybe it was the healing that drove that need. I had never felt hungrier, almost like I had that hollow leg back of my adolescence of only three years ago. Was I growing yet again? My body did not feel the kinds of pains that started with it growing. That did not seem to be it. Chalk it up to healing I decided.

My mistress was attentive, her hand upon me…her questions. I should be enjoying the attention she lavished me with instead of letting my head spin.

“Mistress, the other head girl is much beset with her duties. I do not know how she does it, this commanding of an army. I think that she was too busy to notice me much and was cordial in her dealing with me even though she barked at others all day long. I should say that better, yelled at others that had not done the job correctly to her desire. “

It had been busy, very busy. At the end of the day though, as I looked once more at the transformation happening in the gym, there had been much progress.

“And my earlier fears where completely misguided. I do not know if it find it good or bad that she dismissed me out of hand in that regard. I do not think I gave her any reason to not look upon your pets deeds as anything but well done even with the gnawing hunger in my gut all day. Now that, I do not understand.”

I looked down at my knees and rubbed them together as I swayed some deciding how to proceed. I did not think that my mistress would take advantage of my weakness for I trusted her to do better by me. Yet, she might see it as a way to trap her and that I did not want as well.

“Sex has never been so much on my mind. It was fun, enjoyable but not all consuming. I fear I make a better porn star now than when I had come here and you had told me to give up that life. Mistress, I worry about that part of me, this hunger that detracts me. How did I come to this place? Is it my desire for you I ask myself over and over? Yet it is not my place to put such a burden on your shoulders, for my desires are mine alone to work out. I am doing my best to suppress them, but my dreams, even my waking moments are sometimes filled of thoughts that would make a porn director envious. I should be past this, I was past this till…” it was wrong to blame my mistress for my own troubles. It was mine…all mine and I hated myself for even going down that path. So I shut up and let my mistress enjoy her meal if only for a moment.

Vera sighed softly. "I told you to sit," she said again, "That means the chair so you can eat your meal, pet." Cala did seem a little dense from time to time. She had no interest in eating first then waiting on her pet to scarf down food so they could move onto bigger and more pleasurable things.

Once Cala took a seat with a plate, she continued. "Of course they were misguided," she replied cooly, "I do hope you do not see Head Girls as mere harlots trying to have sex with their slaves." A hand gently pulled back strands of silver hair as she spoke, taking brief breaks to drink her tea or have a bite of her dinner.

The Head Girl smiled softly as she knew the woman's struggle. "You need not worry about such things. You are much more than a mere porn star now. A porn star knows nothing but sex and being on display. You can cook, clean, and are attending college. There is no reason to see yourself at such a level. I would not allow you to be such a level while you serve me." Finishing her food, she pushed her plate gently away. "Tell me about your dreams, my pet," she said calmly, "Who is it you dream yourself with during these moments of lust, of passion?"

She found it cute that her pet referred to such urges as a burden. It was almost as if her slave had forgotten what they did this very morning. Their bond was becoming closer. The classes of mistress and slave still remained but what they were to each other was changing. Her pet was much more than a mere maid now. Their strange attraction had grown to a sort of love or at least lust for each other.

Returning with my plate, I sat. Life was changing, two nights in a row now. Was this what my mistress now wanted? Was I to sit at her table always?

“Yes mistress” I was misguided, and the ice in her tone meant I had missed things. Things like sitting with her and not on the floor beside her. I was uncertain of when I might have earned the right, but it felt good to be sitting here at the table if not a little scary. Things had changed, but then was life not change?

I ate, chastised by my mistress for my misbegotten view. Even though I ate at her table I felt low, felt undeserving except that she had chosen to elevate my status to this place in her life. Every pour in my body wanted to believe her, wanted to go where she lead me. To say I was struggling was an understatement and my teenage hormones were not helping at the moment.

Dreams…minefield more like. Yet I could not lie, not to my mistress

“You mostly, Pia sometimes, a past liaison a couple of times. I … think of you as my queen, my mistress both. We make love, you …you bring me to places I have never been in a bed. I wake up wanting you…your touch, your kiss, your smile upon me for doing something right. It is very sexual and sensual. Sitting her in my slave tunic today I feel more naked than I had the first day when you allowed me no clothing. Your look….it can send shivers of anticipation through me.”

I paused then…thinking.

“Mistress, why is our conversation and my mind always on sex lately. Is that the price of being a slave?”

"I cannot tell you what you are thinking, my pet," she replied simply, "The conversation began with your work today. It is you who brought up sex. I merely followed along with your topic. Do you want to stop thinking about it? I do not see why you would want to."

The bits of fear and confusion was expected. This was a time of transition and change, not just from the changes by NICE labs but also their own relationship. "Behind closed doors, such acts of sex with one you love is normal," she continued calmly, "To say it is a burden on my shoulders is to claim that having love for you and you loving me is a burden or a chore. You say this is a conversation about sex but when you refered to it with us involved you called it making love. Is there anything wrong with us making love to each other in my own home?"

"There is nothing wrong with having a passions for flesh as long as you learn to control it," she said softly as she sat up from her chair and circled around to her pet, "There is a time and place for such things. We made love this morning. Was that wrong? We made love in a secluded room in the basement. Well... That may have been wrong in some eyes but was it wrong in yours?"

She stroked Cala's hair as she made the woman look up at her. Vera leaned in closer, her breath lightly caressing over her pet's lips. "We made love to each other. You have said you love me time and time again. You may be my slave but you are also my lover. Is it wrong to dream, to desire sex with your lover?" With that her lips pressed to the woman's. She kissed tenderly, letting the student's warmth wash over her. "To say this is a price for being a slave means you gave something up for this life," she cooed softly, "Tell me, did you really lose anything in loving me?"

My own thoughts twisted in the wind of her words. It seemed to make sense, everything see said to me. Still the confusion and doubts lingered in the back of my mind.

“Mistress, I love you and bear it proudly. I want you more tonight than I did this morning. More and more of my thoughts dwell upon the want and need of you. If that is the price I pay then I pay it with a glad heart and will learn to deal with not having you about when I am in class. I do fear that my attention is split since I first started school. I do not want you disappointed. This need to be loved and to love presses in on me at the most unfortunate of times. This evening I burnt the sauce as I lost myself to a daydream of you and me abed….your lips upon my clit did nothing to improve my cooking.”

Nervously I laughed, while watching her face. Those gorgeous eyes that held me spellbound.

“Mistress, I have lost nothing worthwhile in loving you and gained so much more. If I am to be a slave I would just as soon be a slave to our love.”