Cala was already coming to her side when she sat down at her desk. It made her wonder if her pet had the timing down to know these things. Perhaps her pet was paying more attention to her than she thought. Though at her patterns were not that difficult to read in the end either. Still it was an improvement.

Her breakfast was rather unique. Her slave's skills in cooking have continued to grow and involve much like her overall duties as Vera's pet. But she had no expected the woman to try a french delicacy such as crepes. Crepes were not particularly difficult to make with the right tools which she knew for a fact that she did not own a crepe pan. Persistence did pay off as the Arab woman held up a plate with the french desert waiting for her.

"Hmm?" she looked over at the plate, her eyes drifting off to lovely sight of her pet's bare breasts and glistening body, "I was not aware you had knowledge of french dishes." She flicked her finger along the whip cream and slowly sucked it from the tip. "Mmm..." She never had much of a sweet tooth but that was more due to never really indulging in such foods. What minor slaves she had in the past only made simple foods for her and her own cooking was usually just as simple due to her limits of time.

But the taste was sweet, stimulating taste buds with a light tingle. She had no doubt in her mind that this meal would be pleasant. Such a snack almost seemed better to eat right where she was. But the Head Girl did not wish to leave her pet kneeling on the hard floor. No, her pet had already earned the right to sit with her at the table. There was no reason to take that away from her now.

Rising to her feet, she moved to the table where she allowed her pet to set the plate down beside the silverware. The chair was pulled out allowing her to take a seat. Before she took her seat, Vera turned the Arab's gaze to her own. Lips touched and igniting a spark between them as she gave her pet a soft kiss. She allowed Cala a moment to take in the sensation before speaking. "Do not forget your own meal and come sit with me."

Vera ate her meal enjoying the various tastes that sparked her senses. Desert for breakfast was a bit strange but it still felt good to fill her stomach with something this morning. Her pet indeed create a wonderful dish for her. But she knew that this must have been difficult for the woman using a plain frying pan. Crepes were like extremely thin pancakes which made it very easy to burn the light amounts of batter.

"I am impressed you did so well," she began softly, "I know that I do not have anything to make crepes with but you persisted nonetheless. Perhaps a bit more prior planning would have saved you some heartache. Would you like me to place an order for more tools for you to practice with? I had no idea you wished to grow into such a skilled cook." Vera was of course pleased with the whole matter but this was still her slave and her pet. It was her responsibility to ensure the woman corrects herself and improves. The thought does count but it would go better with the proper planning in the end. It would be like taking a lover out dancing but not knowing how to dance a single step. A lovely thought but can lead to some smashed toes.

Once her meal was finished, she gently dragged her finger across the plate and sucked it gently before her lover's eyes. Vera's hips swayed gently as she came over and did the same to Cala's plate. She brought the finger to the slave's lips, allowing her to taste and suck on her finger for a few moments before pulling it away.

"When you are finished cleaning up, come see me. We need to stretch out those muscles," she whispered with a faint purr to her voice. While her pet cleaned up, Vera took off her gown and slipped on bra and panties of white lace. It would be easier to move in and give her pet something to look at as they stretched together.

Much like after their encounter in the basement, she brought her pet to the open area before her desk and began guiding her through a series of motions. Her pet would feel her mistress's luscious breasts rub against her back. Vera's pulse could be felt throbbing through the thin fabric of her bra. The motions were becoming more fluid as she stretched the slave out to the point of sparking just a slight bit of pain, allowing the muscles to stretch and adapt to the changes that were made.

As she was approaching the end, her fingers slide gently along the underside of Cala's breasts. She squeezed and lifted them in her hands, feeling the woman's pulse quicken to her touch. "I am still wondering what my prize should be from last night," she whispered softly in the woman's ear, "What could I possibly take that I did not already own hmm?" Fingers slide along the Arab's smooth belly, circling teasingly around the navel. "What would I take from you when you attempt to challenge me again?" she continued to whisper as her other hand began to pinch and twist one of Cala's hardening nipples. "You thought you could match me in my bed? On this island, what we did..." she pulled outwards on the tender nub while her other fingers began to trace up and down the woman's puffing nether lips, "Can be seen as just a warm up." She whispered darkly as two fingers slide slowly into Cala's sex. Already the tips of her fingers were closing in on the woman's g-spot whiler her thumb ground circles around her hood and the clitoris hiding behind it. Vera would show her pet that what she experienced was not a simple goal but a beginning.

She could not hide the smile on her face when complimented or the droup of her shoulders when scoulded. It was during the quite spaces between that she had time to think. It was those times she was unsure what she had become, the old cala haunting her dreams.

Usually those times were few and far between, much like this morning. Amorning spent struggling with failure only to finally get something that sort of worked. Then the two edged sword, a compliment on one hand, a chastisement on the other. Yet her mistress was right, she should have planned it out. But then she had no idea that last night was going to happen or how she would feel the next morning. She had wanted to do something special and had. One might add, and not without a bit of pain so to speak.

Still she must admit a certain happiness, even joy. "Mistriss, I could use a few things, but I do not have the money and was not certain I should even ask. But yes, I could put together a list for you and you could decide or not according to your desire."

she left it at that and cleared the dishes, and got ready for the stretching only to find her mistress dressed in such a way as to be, well, even more enticing by not being so. Far worse as all the touching was getting to her. What they had had last night should have lasted a bit, and now she was getting worked up in ways that had nothing to do with stretching.

More so as her mistress played her hands upon her body. SHe dared not squirm under the assualt. FIngers slid within her wet snatch, obviously ready and willing to be played with. The low moan left her lips, the fingers continueing to tease as her mistress talked. Cala was learning first hand the power of her mistress. Abilirities that until now had only been hinted at. The Physical skill and passion of her mistress that she had no defense against.

Thus she found herself before thier window looking out over the vast jungle and waters of the island, hands upon the glass, leaning into it as her knees grew weaker and her body begain to gyrate to her mistresses ministrations. It was just the beggining, and already she could feel the heat of her body ready to explode outwards.

How the woman reacted to both praise and scolding was adorable. Cala can be such a child at times but that gave the Arab woman a sort of purity similar to Pia's. She still remembers how her little pet would lash out when she criticised and scolded the woman for failings and disobeying the rules. Vera wanted to think her pet was understanding her a little bit more now that the student was being introduced to her world one step at a time. One hand to comfort while the other to hold steady and punish if necessary. With both aspects, she could only hope her pet would grow into a much better slave and woman.

She knew her precious slave was still recovering and making sense of what they did last night. But wearing such revealing attire continued to keep her pet off balance. Their warm bodies pressed to one another as they stretched, Vera could feel Cala's pulse quicken and her breathing grow deeper.

Before the window, their reflection could faintly be seen of the mistress holding her possession in her arms. Even in her small clothes, it showed she was a class above her pet's nude form. Vera could only smile darkly as she watched the Arab woman use the glass to hold her body up. Her pet did not struggle, did not fight but she continued to stand and allow herself to be defeated and tortured by the Head Girl's fingers.

"Such a wonderful view is it not?" she whispered softly, "The entire island is before us. Imagine what people could see if they just looked up and focused. They would see a beautiful bronze skin woman succumbing to her mistress. They would see how you must use the window to keep yourself steady before my slowly moving fingers. See how your thighs part little by little, your body begging for me to do more... so much more. The light of the sun reveals your arousal running down your thighs and how your hips rise up to my touch."

Her fingers slowed and began to merely tease, keeping the woman from ever reaching that much needed rush to climax. Her thumb would only graze lightly across the top of Cala's swollen button. Her two fingers would scissor her slave's drenched folds open and close while continuing a slow pumping motion. She had broken down her pet before to ensure loyalty and to ensure the woman followed the rules. Now it was time to break and rebuild her slave once more, each time building upon a stronger base.

"They are watching you.." she continued softly, "Tell them, tell them all who you are. Tell them what you are. Tell them over and over and say it proudly." These questions had been asked before. They were meant to begin to begin the mantra her slave created. Vera's other hand stroke tenderly beneathe both of Cala's swollen mammaries. She did not have to say what would be held just out of reach until the woman accomplishes the order she had given. To further weaken her pet, her teeth lightly sank into the woman's neck in a sort of love bite. She sucked gently on her lover as she listened, waiting for Cala to begin and tell the world what she was.

Her fingers curled against the glass, fingernails white as they press down hard. Eyes closed she can imagine the eyes of the world upon them and it only makes her more excited. excited because she has her mistress behind her and her mistress sees fit to dispaly and play with her.

That play takes her to the edge, leaves her world spinning anew. But her mistress knows her body too well. she longs for the release that is so close and kept at bay by her talented mistress.

A gasp, and then a moan before she begins once more with a husky lilt to her voice,

"I am cala, slave of mistress Vera, whom I serve with all my heart and soul and love dearly."

perhaps no longer the exact same mantra, but it was what fell from heart and mind and across her swollen lips. She shouted it out so that the world would now know. shouted it at the window till her voice grew ragged and her jaw ached while other parts of her ached to her mistresses touch. It was as if the very touch of her mistress brought soothing to the parts of her that ached for that touch.

Cala used to ramble on letting her thoughts wander as she spoke her mind. Now the woman was more direct. The mantra was short and clear in its meaning. While the slave claims confusion, perhaps the woman was seeing what she was more clearly than ever before.

Vera's hand closed around a breast, squeezing hard to bring a little pain to her lover and pet. "Good my pet," she purred, "You are a slave. You are my slave. And I know just what you will do for me for losing out little bet." Slowly her fingers curl, making direct contact with Cala's g-spot as it stroked in smaller circles. "Every morning, before you go to sleep, and everytime you pleasure yourself or are pleasured, you will answer the questions you just gave the rest of the world. You will repeat them over and over. If your lips are occupied or you become breathless, chant them in your head until you are able to continue. The only exception would be with your other lover. With her, you may chant the mantra mentally. Think of me when you speak and think these words. Think of all the things I bring to you and how desperate you are to receive my touch."

"Do you understand me?" she whispered as she lightly nibbled on Cala's ear, "Promise me you will obey my wish. You will do this for your mistress right, Cala?" Her thumb dragged over the woman's clitoris. She applied more and more pressure, feeling the bundle of nerves jolt and pulse rapidly with heated blood. The motions over the g-spot and clitoris slowly grew faster as she recieves the nod and words of compliance from her pet.

"Be proud, my pet," she continued softly as the pace continued to rise, ignoring the woman's moans and twitching body, "The more you speak these words, the closer you will be to your mistress. You are the only slave that has earned the right to see me as your lover. I love you, my precious slave. I will never let you go."

She continued to stroke and focused on her pet's key points until the woman inevitably succumbs. Vera admired the sight of her slave spasming before the window as juices gush forth over her pumping digits and over her once clean window. She would not stop until the afterglow had long passed and her glistening fingers guide Cala's gaze to her own. A deep kiss would overtake the Arab's lips before slipping her fingers into the woman's mouth to clean them.

"I will make an order of the items you put on the list," she said softly as her hand slides up and down the woman's side, "Do not forget to clean my window before taking your shower. If you use your tongue, I will be most pleased with you. If you do it while speaking the words you promised, I may give you another treat for your obedience." Vera kissed the woman one more time before gently pulling away. If her pet was off balanced before, she was certain Cala's world was upside down at the moment. Worries and similar thoughts were not becoming of a slave. The only concern her pet will have once her training was complete would be how to better serve her mistress. She smirked slyly at the woman before moving to the closet to finish getting dressed. What a perfect way to start the morning.

One large shudder hit me when my mistress finally left. A shudder that took my knees out from under me and left me on the carpet on all fours staring out the sex smeared window. I let my breath out slowly, trying to piece together where that climax had come from. Just her fingers and lips had left me screaming out her name in joy.

I stared at the window, the liquid splattered on it from that explosive orgasm that had shook me and now left me winded upon my knees. Pride took me, I wanted that treat. I wanted that and more. I had been the first she had said. I wanted to always be remembered as the first at everything. I wanted that bed more than anything else in my life. That scared me.

As well it should. Because I wanted Pia, but I did not want to scream Vera’s name out by accident as we made love. Yet I would, I knew I would someday soon and Pia did not deserve to be hurt like that. So I worried even as I bent forward to the window and licked it with my tongue.

“I am cala, slave of mistress vera, whom I serve with all my heart and soul and love dearly. “ Another long lick from bottom to above the slime. If anyone knew that state of the windows it was me. I cleaned them everyday and nobody was ever going to be able to accuse me of shirking. They were clean enough to eat off of, licking them was no great issue. Still I made a mental note to clean them with the cleaner when I was done. Saliva never dried without streaking.

Vera slipped on her blouse and skirt. Despite winter break, she still worked for the school and tended to wear her uniform. She still felt heated after her little stretching session with Cala. It was difficult to explain just how her pet brought out such feelings from her. But they were pleasant and were not too distracting from her work.

~I am cala, slave of mistress vera, whom I serve with all my heart and soul and love dearly~

The Head Girl grinned to herself upon hearing those words. The climax her pet suffered was nothing short of glorious and the slave just kept going in hopes of earning more. It was as if she was releasing all of Cala's sexuality without making her just a simple whore or porn star. All that sexual tension had a focus and a goal now, earn mistress's praise and pleasure can be assured.

Once fully dressed, the silver haired woman turned to see her pet dragging her tongue slowly along the glistening juices on the window. Vera could not help but rest a hand on her lower belly as she felt it fluttering. Seeing the woman who used to be a thorn in her side kneeling there in the nude and obediently following her orders to the letter was nothing short of stimulating. She will need to provide a good reward indeed. Anything to insure her pet remains hers forever.

Shaking her head clear of impure thoughts, the Head Girl sat back down at her desk. She began making a short list of what Cala may need in the future. Vera could only think of various cooking instruments but was there anything else her pet was interested in?

When her slave finishes cleaning the window, Vera would call her over before her pet would go shower. "I have a small list made to hopefully assist your cooking. Is there anything I am missing or anything else you would like to add?" she asked softly. She could sense her pets worry flickering about the flames of desire. There was no doubt going to be more worry the closer this woman came to her due to another woman in Cala's life. She knew her pet would not give up Pia but she has already made efforts to ensure those desires were focused on herself as they should be. A pity Pia hated her or else this matter would be much easier to tend to. Now how to nip this issue in the bud?

The window was clean, even if it took Windex to really make it clear. So enwrapped was I in the work at hand I had missed my mistress sneaking up on me. Immediately I went to my knees before her and waited, which did not take long at all. Mistress was a busy woman.

Cooking list, it was somewhat surprising that she was going to get the stuff or even had the money to get it. It only gave one more incentive to see that the made it to the top so to speak. Cleaning…. Perhaps a robot vacuum? I could only hope but decided I would not add that one to the list. “Mistress, there are things I would consider, but I am not good with any of it. Things like an iron, the ironing board, a sewing machine for alterations or repair. Unless of course the school already takes care of that for you. Ah, water pick shower massage shower head. You never know when you might want to use one.” Perhaps I was being too smug.

I looked back down at her feet. Winter break, no classes, well no official classes. I strongly suspected that my mistress was going to keep me plenty busy with classes she wanted me to take. One could only hope to be able to have time to see Pia, who somehow had not managed to catch the plane home.

She lightly cupped Cala's cheek at the mention of a shower massager. "Oh? So you want the shower head to massage me instead of your fingers?" Vera replied, smiling at the changes in the woman's aura, "I will see to getting an ironing board and the other items. It pleases me greatly that you are so willing to learn new things. You will indeed grow into a very skillful woman."

Her fingers stroked the woman's cheek before sliding away. "Go clean up. Return to me when you are done," she smiled faintly. The Arab was quick to fall to her knees before her mistress. She never seen someone strive so hard to serve before. Perhaps it was filling the blanks in Cala's life and dreams.

Vera returned to her desk and began making an order for the supplies needed. An iron and ironing board was an interesting idea. It was not really needed for school uniforms but for more formal business attire it was perfect. After sending the report, she sipped her coffee and waited for her pet to return from her shower.

As usual when requested to see her pet, the woman would kneel beside her with her gaze lowered. What was once picky details were now second nature to the once rebellious woman. The Head Girl looked down at her pet and stroked her cheek.

She began with pulling the woman's head down and lifting her hair. Cala would feel that familiar sensation as a patch was placed at the base of her neck, feeding her body the much needed nicotine. This was not the gift. It was simply needed to keep her pet's thoughts clear and ready to discuss some matters.

"Perhaps you have been focused on your duties, but you have progressed far from where you once were my pet," she spoke softly as she ran her fingers through Cala's hair, "You were a child with no future, a troublemaker. Now your eyes shine with goals and a new will. What you wish to do, you do it well and rarely fail. And now, our time together has made us grow closer." She smiled softly, "Even I find myself growing fond of you despite our less than pleasant past. Tell me my pet, how do you feel now? You may speak openly as long as you maintain standard etiquette that you have been taught. As your mistress, I wish to ensure the well being of my slaves. Especially my most favored one."

Her shower is uneventful, but now clean she feels better and the day, already a good one after an even better night is something to look forward too.

Her skin flush withthe heat of the shower she walks back into the main room to get her daily duties. She puts on her slave gear and wraps the leash about her arm, the gown slidding along her sensitive and erect nipples despite the earlier encounter with her mistress.

Or perhaps because of it. Soon enough she is sitting beside her mistress, head down, knees wide, arms behnd her back listening to her request uncertain of what her mistress might think she is in need of help with?

"Mistress I too enjoy our company, something I would not have dreamed of a few weeks ago. You have given me much, and helped me focus on a future that I would not have known exists without you and this school. It would please me greatly to walk into my fathers house with you leading me on a chain and playing with me in front of him. Though I must warn you he would have to be restrained I think before hand. It would please me to no end to tell him what you have told me, mistress" the smile growing on her face as she thinks about it.

She smiled faintly at the response. "Perhaps I will do so someday, flaunting you as my precious prize. The others would be envious to not be on the end of my leash like you are," she replied calmly, "But... There is one who would not be pleased if I did such a thing."

Vera stroked her lover's cheek as she continued. "I am sure Pia still despises me for what I did and she will hate me even more when the time comes to know what you are. I know this will be difficult for you, doing your best to keep that pure woman from knowing you are with the wicked witch up in the tower. But I know how you feel for me, I know you will not just toss me aside."

The Head Girl knew this was a touchy subject but there were reasons to not delay. "Know that concerns for the slave are concerns for the mistress as well, my pet," she continued softly, "The longer you wait, the more difficult this will be. You will have a wonderful time with your other lover during the prom, catching up on the time you missed with each other. But she must know you will return to me. She will know that the punishment is up and you are with me willingly. I know this topic brings pain to you but this is nothing compared to the pain ignoring it will do to all of us."

Fingers gently lift Cala's chin to look up at her mistress. "Have you thought about this? I know you have your bond with Pia but she does not know your bond with me. How is that fair for the poor woman hmm?"

This was not a conversation she wanted with mistress. Not yet, but mistress wanted it and she wanted to please her mistress. That meant talking about things she had thought long and hard about but was not really feeling ready to mention.

The cat was going to be out of the bag.

"Mistress says she loves her slave, and her slave does acknowledge her own love for mistress. It is after that relationship that things get more complicated. It would seem that mistress also loves her master if I understand correctly." she looked up saw the hint she might not be wrong and plunged on

"so mistress has two loves, her master much like her slave loves her mistress, and her slave who is cala. For her slave there is one that is submissive by nature not training. that is Pia. Though mistresses slave claims no ability in being able to master a slave of her own, she has a similiar arrangement for lack of a better term. Pia gives the slave something that her mistress cannot simply by the station her mistress keeps."

A long soft sigh then. She had thought long and hard about what each one meant to her, it was the only way she could think of to explain it to her mistress. She hoped she would not have to choose between them. She needed them both and to loose one or the other would leave her less of a person for it.

The Head Girl gave a faint almost sad smile at the mention of her own master. She was not displeased by the ignorance. Cala was learning quickly but still did not know everything about the various roles of a master and slave.

"Your understanding is flawed, Cala," she stroked the woman's cheek, "I can understand why you would assume so as I am your first and only mistress you have had the pleasure of serving under. My... Relationship or perhaps role would be more appropriate with my master is different. Any love he may have for me is no more than what a man would have for an object... A possession. An object cannot return the same love in such a relationship. Much like a man who loves his car. The car cannot love him back."

"Not all relationships between slaves and masters evolve the way ours does," she continued softly, "I am merely a tool to be used by him should he ever need me. Perhaps a part of me has been trained to long for a... better position by his side and tending to his every need but my current position has its advantages as well. I can focus more on the school and the students rather than the politics of earning his bed."

"I suppose you could say my relationship with him was similar to how ours started but never evolved," she sighed, "He uses me and I accept it and accept any benefits such a position provides. I can only wish that you see me much more than that. You are not an object to me nor a whore. As I said to you before, you are not just my pet and slave. You are also my lover. I find you fascinating and pleasant. As a mistress I feel a since of honor and pride knowing that I was there guiding you to reach this point in your evolution. I am certain the school will recognize how you have grown as well as your lover."

Shaking her head for a moment, Vera brushes a few stands of hair away from her face. "Seems I rambled on," she said more to herself than her slave, "I understand your feelings for Pia but will she understand mine for you? Though the meeting was brief, she was similar to you. But rather than lashing out at the world, she withdrew and hides within her innocence. Perhaps she will someday grow out of that with the proper guidance."

Explaining her situation about the Headmaster was draining mentally. Few things were as trying as being a slave to the most powerful man on the island. Being more focused on business than pleasure was probably the only thing saving her from being called into his chambers to warm his bed or other things.

"I suppose that is enough for now," she said after a silence, "Just remember that this matter is a concern for me as well. There is no reason for you to bear the burden alone, my love. It would be unpleasant if the matter festered and began to distract you." Vera smiled faintly, finding it difficult to stay formal. Luckily the prom setup was just about finished. She could at least get a little bit of rest before hell is let loose on the entire student body.

"MIstress" I looked up for the briefest period before looking down again, "Mistress this slave is happy that her mistress loves her and would have it no other way. She is also sad that her mistress master does not treat her mistress better. "

She would talk to Pia, to try and smooth things over between Pia and Mistress. One could hope a solution could be worked for it saddened her to relize how isolated her mistress was from the rest of the campus as she sat her alone in her ivory tower. Nothing could replace love. It saddened her that her mistress only had the company of one lowely slave.

That thought did make her want to help her mistress, moreover to do all she could to at least make her mistresses lonely life a little more special. A gift then, for christmas for the woman had gown up a christian. But what did you give to someone who possesed your body and mind.

she smiled. a slight grin. time would tell if she could make it happen and time was running out fast.

She turned in her chair to face the woman that belonged to her. There was no sarcasm in the voice and Cala's aura gradually changed to match what she said about the matter. Her pet was telling the truth. Vera did not care much for pity but it did please her a little to have her slave still very much attached to her. I would annoy her to no end if she were to lose out to the other woman. Call her greedy but Cala did give a promise to serve her till she grew tired of the Arab.

Vera leaned in close as she lifted Cala's chin. She took the woman's lips in her own in a soft kiss that lingered for several moments. Her tongue lightly traced her pet's lips as she pulled away. "There is no reason to be sad. He is merely treating me how he wishes to. An object cannot feel sad for its position. Besides, if he had more focus on me then I might have never found you, my pet."

"But enough of that," she said again, "This is suppose to be a pleasant day for you after taking such a big step to be closer to me. Oh and there is that matter of your treat." Vera pondered for a bit. "I was thinking of letting you practice on me. But our little conversation did please me so perhaps I shall simply grant you one wish if it is within my power."

Fingers stroke Cala's cheek as she smiled softly. "Think hard on what you desire and make a request of me. There is no need to be shy." Vera sat back against her chair as she folded her fingers infront of her. She wanted to make the treat herself but this woman was always improving. This progress was not something she could easily measure alone. It was time to give her slave a little bit of control even if it was just for a brief moment.