My mistress played my body like she could read my very thoughts. The orgasms were over, but even though my needs were sated she built up the longing once more. She drove me to the edge and watched as I tottered. It was as if I had not been satisfied at all. The longing building, the need becoming overwhelming all over again as her tongue danced along my slit and her fingers caressed my ass and back.

Growling my desire I descended once more between her legs. I had lost the bet and in her own way my mistress was teasing me anew. I promised myself that I would not beg…not until she screamed as well over and over again.

Words came during one of my mistresses pauses as my body slowly came back from the edge. Words that brought cheer and joy and spurred me on to do even better. My tongue swirled around her nether lips tasting her freely flowing nectar. With one hand I held her dainty hood back exposing the white pearl to the ministrations of my slithering tongue. Back up I went, following the course of those fat lips till my tongue could once more lash her sensitive wet clit.

For a moment I lost all control of my tongue. “Ohhh…” I clenched the sheet in one hand, curled my toes and calves as the nasty tongue in my pussy danced along skin swollen in lust. Clenching my eyes closed I panted helplessly as she drove me once more to the edge and then stopped.

Exhaling loudly I brought my wits together and ground my hips onto her face in the agony of once more being brought so close and then left high and dry. With my own faculties restored I settled once more upon the pearl and flicked my tongue across it…..

Her own body was quickly shifting to sexual overdrive as she continued to taste her pet's endless arousal. Every groan and tremor seemed to vibrate into her, feeding the growing heat in her fluttering belly. Even as her slave squirmed and was nearly paralyzed from the touch of her tongue and lips, Cala kept her goal in sight.

Vera fed on the woman's musky juices but her lover was also striving to wear her down. The long licks over her puffing netherlips sent a tingling sensation deep into her tight passage causing her insides to shiver with delight and anticipation. The Head Girl took deep breaths which only drenched her senses with more scents of the Arab's sex. It was impossible to cool down now not that she wanted to. The inferno was growing out of control and spreading like wildfire throughout the rest of her body.

"Oh!" The Head Girl's eyes widen as her hips suddenly twitched. Wasting no time, her pet had pulled back what little defense she had left and began to drag that wonderful tongue right over her exposed clit. The gasp was quickly followed by another then a weak groan escaped her as every flick of the woman's tongue caused her hips to jolt with electricity.

Her sex began to contract hungerly. She knew she could not hold back much longer. Her body was soaking in her lover's lusts and the lashes across her sensitive nub were like rough pushes towards the edge of a depthless void. Vera fought back by kissing and swirling her tongue around Cala's clitoris, the Queen fighting back with all she had left.

No longer was it me or her…it was we. Our tongues wavered, grew hungry, the tempo changing together. Two bodies, yet one heart beat in my chest and against me belly in perfect synchronicity. The more I squirmed the more she squirmed. Two bodies moving against one another as they became one.

A rollercoaster of sensation took me, moving uphill slowly only to plunge back to earth to hurtle through twists and turns. I’d now been on edge for what seemed an eternity, but salvation seemed just around the corner for the more my tongue swirled about her clit the more her own tongue lost its fight for control.

Her chirps grew louder in my ear and her breath more forceful across my glistening pink folds. Diving in, my tongue played across her hard clit. I let my tongue tip play along its erect shaft before settling once more upon the pearl at its top. Her every groan sent a shiver down my back that brought ever more heat to my belly. Inside things quivered in delight.

The edge was upon me. I could not take much more of this tease. Maneuvering my hand between her thighs I plunged two fingers within while my tongue remained focused upon her clit, the center of a woman’s sex; a center that my mistress played so well.

"Uuuuhhnnnn!" the swirling slowed and even stopped as long blissful moans sound through the room. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled outside but it could not match the storm raging inside the Head Girl's room. She cried out as fingers plunged into her sex. Her folds were eager for such an invasion as muscles clinch and cling around Cala's thrusting digits.

Nails drag along Cala's back. Vera could only groan as fingers sawed in and out of her body. Every teasing lick over her clit paralyzed her with jolts of unrelenting desire. There was no stopping her pet now. Her body twitched and trembled before her lover's touch. The only thing coming from her lips and tongue now were helpless moans as she sang her pleasure.

Downward her thoughts spiraled as each lick sapped more of the fight out of the Head Girl. Muffled groans vibrate from between Cala's thighs as she writhed beneathe her lover. Her eyes could not stop fluttering as they slowly rolled back in her head. Hips buck wantonly against the woman's fingers and tongue, eager to reach the bliss the slave on top of her had reached just moments before.

Vera knew it was coming and at this point she did not care. She wanted to lose. She wanted defeat. Her tight passage twitched and contracted hungerly around Cala's fingers as each motion sent ripples of need straight into her core. Unable to fight her own lusts anymore, fingers digged into her lover as she held on tight and surrendered. Her screams of bliss echo off the walls as lightning clapped outside. Hot juices gush forth from her spasming body as a surge of liquid heat seared every thought from her mind and soul. Toes curl as all the tension she tried to hold back came crashing down upon her all at once.

I never want the sweet chorus to end as soon as it began. The very sound of my mistress sending me over the edge all on their own. ‘Wow, how’ and then thought was gone. My tongue moving over her sweet folds in between my own pants and moans of pleasure. The circle of love wound tighter and tighter like a python encircling its prey. I had no care, no thought except to make it last as long as I could.

My lover took me to a place of rapture on earth. A second and third coming. Driving my body onwards till my hair lay matted in sweat against my head and my entire body glistened in the flashes of light from the center of the storm outside.

Lips, fingers, bodies all moved against one another. I had never felt higher in all my life. The way her tongue greedily feed upon my spasming channel. The way her fingertips racked my back, her hips bucked against my face. I rode her and never wanted to let go.

But like everything in life, there comes a time when the body will go no further. I had reached that point. It was that point where every muscle ached, the kind of good ache; the kind of ache that left you satisfied and content. All I wanted was to collapse upon her body and stay there.

Instead I somehow moved limps gone limp. Turning, moving an inch at a time till I could pull the sheet up over my shoulder and place my dark limp body along her pale one. Craning my neck upwards I let my mouth fall open just next to hers.

“Mistress……” the rest of the words seemed flat and lifeless as I thought of what else to utter in my exhaustion. One arms curled over her torso my finger tracing circles in the flat of her wet tummy where a small puddle had formed.

“Mistress, are…are you pleased?”

Her lover's own bliss soaked over her face and senses. She knew not what her screams did to her precious pet. The only thing she knew were sensations; heat, sex, need, and lust. Vera's body went on autopilot. Without a thought in her head, her tongue lashed inside Cala's juicy folds. Every taste of the Arab woman only spurred her own sex drive even harder beyond the limits her human body should ever go.

Slowly the storm began to pass. Droplets of rain tapped lightly against the windows as the lightning flickered off in the distance. The flames continued to flare inside her but her body could move no longer. Her sex continued to twitch as if she were still being pleasured by that woman's wonderful tongue, eager to keep going when the rest of the body was nearly numb from the unrelenting sensations.

The smell of sex was still thick in the air around her even as her lover's body shifted and began to inch up her body. Vera's eyes were glassy and half lidded. She was there and not there at the same time as a familiar warmth was pressed against her own heated form.

Feeling Cala's warm breaths over her lips, she found herself kissing and weakly licking them as the woman spoke to her. Vera's breath caught in her throat as she felt the gentle touch of the woman's fingertip tracing slow circles over her stomach. Such a small touch was enough to cause her belly to flutter. For several moments, she could only think of that finger teasing her. Only the final question from her lover brought some thought back into her mind. The answer went without saying but the Head Girl managed to find the voice to speak.

"Yesss..." she cooed faintly, "More.. More than I have ever been.." After she whispered her answer, the effects of her afterglow came and fatigue weighed heavily on her eyelids. Slowly they fell shut, unable to keep them open any longer. A nearly limp arm lifted up and her hand came to rest on Cala's arm, stroking it for a few brief moments as it continued to tease her before blacking out completely.

My mistress may have dozed next to me, her naked body half under my own, but I could not. Great sex had the opposite effect on me. It left me physically tired but my mind active and awake. Once more I found myself with my partner asleep beside me as I listened to the sound of each breathe pass their lips and nose. That noise left a contended happy sound behind that put a smile on my satisfied and smug face.

I squirmed closer, finding the warm hallow of her shoulder to rest my head in and her body that second pillow I loved sleeping with. The one that you curled up next to and hugged close. Pia had been my first, my mistress the second. I wanted them both, was in love with them both.

If it was great sex then my mistress had it won hands down. If it was balance, and emotional bliss then Pia had it won hands down. Both brought something to the table, and I felt like I was cheating on both of them at the same time. I owed my very life to my mistress now, and still I held back that part of me that was Pia’s.

Then there was Pia…my first Love. I feared she would never understand what my mistress meant to me. That she would be hurt by those feelings to the point she would leave me and I did not want that. My mistress had made it plain that things would change between us even if I was always her pet and slave. Pia made no such prediction. She just loved in that wonderful giving caring way.

I might sit snuggled in to the warmth of my mistress, fingers still playing on the rise of fall of her flat tummy but it was anything buy tranquil. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted them both. Fuck me…it looked like my mind was going to keep me up very late tonight….

And that it did, even with the soft patter of rain on the outside window to assist him the sandman took his time.

The storm left behind a morning dew the next day. The air was chilling as it flowed through the open window and into the bedroom. But such things were minor before the deep slumber of the Head Girl. Still asleep, the silver haired woman rolled over closer to her lover. Arms drape over her pet, holding the warm body close to her own. Her large breasts press up against Cala's, heaving against each other with each breath.

Vera's eyes were fluttering. She was still dreaming a dream she did not want to end. Whether it was about the night before or of pretending to be royalty did not matter as she would not remember it when she wakes up. All that will remain would be the heat soaking in from Cala's lovely form and the emotions that she felt during the wonderful dreams she had.

The disciplined part of her knew she would have to wake soon. Despite it being winter break, there were still matters to check before she could fully relax. There was setting up the Prom and checking on a few troublemakers who thought they had gone under the radar. But the rest of her did not care. Those things could wait. She did not want to leave this soft bed and body until she absolutely had to.

Another chilling breeze flowed into the room causing her to shiver. She held Cala tighter as she mumbled softly in her sleep. At least the covers held their body heat in while the air tried to take it away.

Warm pale arms pulled me closer. From beneath my fluttering eyelids the sun shone and turned the room a golden orange in the early morning light filtering through the open window. The storm had passed sometime in the late darkness of night. The day spreading a promise of much better things to come.

That my mistress did not yet awaken and wished to hold me closer as she dreamed I took for a sign that I should not be getting up myself. Breakfast could wait. Gently I rolled her onto her back and curled back across her side and front pressing my warmth to her body, sandwiching her between the warmth of the mattress and the warmth of my body. With my free hand I gently let my fingertips trail along her torso, slowly dragging them along every soft curve, memorizing the flow of her body underneath my hand.

Contently I breathed once more, settling myself against her warmth, happy to feel her beating heart against my chest. I could think of no better way to awaken to the day, unless….hmmm….

Not yet…let her sleep, let her enjoy our place of heaven on earth that we made within our little nest. Shifting I let my body melt against hers. I Let my free hand wonder slowly once more along her torso, feeling the softness of her skin, the tone of her muscle, and the curve of her body that makes her all woman. My mistress. The smile grows and I can think of no better place to be this fine morning.

"Mmm.." she stirred but did not resist as she was rolled back onto her back. Warmth smothered her form as Cala's body pressed down upon her own. Her arms rested around her lover's body. The feeling of the woman's heart beating sped up her own as her arms squeezed a little tighter. Vera's pet could feel her pulse throbbing against her luscious mounds.

Discipline and duty continued to nag at the back of her thoughts telling her to wake up. A faint sigh left her lips as she stirred beneathe the lovely form of her partner. She knew what the source of this warmth in the darkness was. Her pet should have been up by now but she was willing to forgive it this time. Cala was simply providing her the warmth she wanted in this cool morning.

Her senses were wide awake as the gentle touch of her lover traced along her side going up and down every muscle and curve. "Mmm.." she kissed the woman softly, "Seems we both have overslept." Vera spoke softly, her breath caressing those wonderful lips of her servant. It has been too long since she had such a wonderful nights rest. But sadly all good things had to come to an end eventually.

Fingers lightly trace Cala's cheek as she smiled softly. "Seems I am going to need another night gown. I wonder what happened to the one I was wearing." She smirked slyly.

Sitting up the light sheet fell forwards and downwards to flutter along my mistresses bare body. Tucking it around her chest I made certain she was not bare to the cool breeze from the window. Looking away from her green eyes I could only guess at the mood she was in. I had little doubt it was in good humor she uttered the words.

“Mistress I shall provide a new one for the one I playfully tore from you last night, though, it was fun and even now the thought of what I did sends a warm thrill to beat within my belly.” I could feel the warmth curl there and begin to heat me once more as I followed the graceful flow the sheet along the curves of her body. The length of leg that flowed into the curve of her hips, the sheet settling in the hollow between her hip bones, the rise and fall of her chest above her slender waist. She was so beautiful.

“Mistress, first though I shall prepare your shower, your clothes and your breakfast, forgive me for not moving about earlier. I….I enjoyed waking next to you and did not want to leave, I am sorry.” Gathering my legs below me as I stepped upon the floor and began my duties. I did not yet want to leave her presence. Already that familiar heat burned within even after our time last night. A time that left me wobbly kneed and needing more energy if I was to repeat what we had done anytime soon. I knew it, but it did not make it any easier to begin the day out of her bed.

Her fingers slide down the woman's sides as Cala sat up and slipped out from under the covers. A brief chill ran across her form only to be forced out as her servant began to tuck her in once more. Vera smiled softly at the gesture and remained in bed as she eyed the Arab's lovely form. The morning sun poured down upon the woman's dark skin turning it a glistening bronze. A truly lovely sight to behold.

Torn clothing was easy enough to replace on the island. It was afterall a very common occurence amongst certain students. Her pet watched her for several moments as if time had suddenly stopped for both of them. She could feel the woman's love and want for her. After last night, she allowed her slave a few moments to take it all in. Never hurt to loosen the reins just a little.

The faint smell of their last nights adventures was still floating about the air around them. There was no doubt her pet had similar aches as she did though she was far more used to such experiences. Seeing Cala stand on shaky legs only revealed just how well she pleasured her pet last night. She could not help but take a bit of pride in her skills.

Cala was honest speaking of her failings this morning. After such a night she had no issues with the later morning for them both. She was not particularly eager to leave warm sheets just yet anyway. "Very well my pet," she replied cooly, "I will forgive your desire to be near me. Do shut the window and turn on the heat a little before you begin. It would do no good for you to catch a cold while you attempt to please me this morning."

Vera layed back down on the soft pillows as she watched her pet move about her room in the nude. It was good to be a mistress she thought to herself. Her stomach ached with hunger which only meant her pet was starving. After their fun last night, she would need to stretch out her pet as well before checking on the prom setup. So much responsiblity for her position.

Quickly I moved, all the while pondering what had now changed between us. Water for the tub to let my mistress soak in its scented waters. But why did I now feel so different? A robe, to wrap her naked body in after the bath and before. It was as if a great weight was off my shoulders. But why? Why indeed.

I scampered about, letting my naked body catch the mornings light as she lay upon her silken sheets aglow with the night’s lovemaking. Something had changed, and changed in a big way. I had tasted my mistresses love, had basked in it in perfect bliss, and had given back much of what was given. This morning having gotten my heart’s desire I no longer knew what to do with it.

My whole life I had run from relationships. It had been about the pleasure’s of the moment and when that moment passed it was time to move on. It felt like it was time to leave. Had I not experienced all there was to experience? I did not want the entanglements that a real relationship entailed or was I afraid of them. And then there was Pia…..

I was not yet ready to run from her, we had just gotten started. But I would…wouldn’t I? Would she be the same, a conquest that once conquered made me want to leave? Was I afraid? Maybe, I reasoned, and perhaps not. I was not ready to psychoanalyze my actions but what I knew was that for now I had gotten from my mistress all I had set out to get and had no goal, no desire, no need to go further. It was as if the balloon had been popped last night or maybe this morning.

What I did know as I came back into the room and held the robe up for my mistress was that in spite the awesomeness of the sex the whole scene had been diminished. I could no longer feel the same commitment even though I loved her. Something had to be wrong with me. The fire still burned within my belly, sex was sex…and my mistress was great sex. Yet it was like a new wall had built itself overnight between us and it was all my wall.

Even now I was unsure if I wanted to expend the effort to remove the wall. It was for my own protection…right?

Cala approached her side of the bed with a robe in hand. The Head Girl smiled softly as she slowly slipped from the covers. She allowed her pet to slip the garment over her shoulders as she put her arms through the sleeves. The woman had successfully learned the little points of being a servant and slave.

Vera stroked her lover's cheek and smiled once more. Her fingertips trailed away as she walked past the woman and began to head to the bath. She could sense conflict in the Arab woman but it was not time to pry into such things. This was a matter that Cala would need to figure out alone. She had no doubt that it involved lastnight and this morning. A boundary was stepped and now the little slave knew not what to do from here on. It was a silly concern really as the answer was simple.

As usual, the bath was perfect. Scented soaps and epson salts were prepared making the entire experience relaxing. She soaked in the tub for several minutes, letting the minor aches from the night before pass away in the warmth of the water. Cala really was perfect in knowing how to pamper a woman.

She sighed softly as she began to wash herself before rinsing her night's experiences away and drying off. The Head Girl expected her pet to be preparing a meal for them both by now. Her own stomach growled, seeking to be filled with sustenance finally. Slipping on her robe, she stepped out of the bathroom and moved to her desk to check her messages. Vera was patient enough to wait for Cala to come to her when things were ready.

Those fingers upon my cheeks, how they made me feel brand new. The smile upon my mistress’s mouth, how it made my heart beat. Did it not make it worth it all in the end. Easier to not think while she was in the bath and the smell of cooking food wafted through the room. Breakfast had become as important to me as dinner, even if it was just coffee.

This morning though it wasn’t. My mistress in spite my new reservations deserved the best I could give her. Her bed was a far better place to spend the night than the coach. No this morning was special and nothing said special like a little French cuisine. Unfortunately plans always seemed so good in your head, and execution could be problematic. I did the best I could with what I had, the crepes not perfect without a crepe pan. Something to be said for having the right equipment for the job.

The blush crept upon my face. I hoped that mistress enjoyed my equipment as much as I had hers. Still I had to wonder if she would enjoy more, I knew I would. Time might tell, and the conversation was to erotic to think about just then. Not with another burnt crepe in the pan.

As she sat down at her desk I brought out the plate with two crepes upon it filled with apples, brown sugar, cinnamon, and carmel. A little splash of whip cream across the top just to make it pretty and add a little vibrancy to all the tans and browns. Ok, maybe it was sort of desert like, but then there was nothing like a little sugar to go with the coffee. I was just happy the coffee smell seemed to be covering up my earlier disaster. She got the best two off course. My own were a bit of a mess. Call it a steep learning curve and having only a fry pan.

“Mistress your breakfast awaits.” Setting down on my knees beside the work desk, head down, slave all the way through even after the glory of the night before. I did not want to miss another night in her bed for getting cocky now.