Oh a wish. Immediately I knew what I wanted, for I had left it off the lists in my haste to comply with my mistresses requests. the request would be simple and utterly sincere for it came from the bottom of my heart

"Mistress I would like a tag for my collar with your name upon it in fine print so all my know to whom I belong. "

perhaps a strange request, but one she had thought on since the last night and all this morning as she licked the window clean.

Even Vera was impressed by such a request. She knew her pet was taking a risk for such a gift. It would no doubt bring questions from Pia the next time they meet. She was certain the innocent woman would blame her for this as well. But no matter.

"My pet," she cooed, "I will gladly grant such a request. I will add it to the order and allow you to proudly show others who you belong to."

She smiled as she unwraps the leash from around Cala's arm. "You truly know just the right things to say to please me," she said as she began to guide her pet under her desk, "You need not worry about your other duties today. As you wished, you belong to me and you will show your gratitude by pleasuring me while I work. Who knows... Perhaps you will make me cum first."

Vera smirked slyly as she left her pet under her desk. Her thighs part revealing her panty covered sex beneathe her skirt. The night was great, the morning was perfect, and now the rest of her day was going to be much the same if she had any say in it.

I was pleased, very much so and not just for the soft kiss upon my lips. It was a chance to be very very wicked and I could only hope my mistress would have to meet with others this day, or at the very least speak with them. A chance to be a distraction. oh that was a very fun idea, it appealed to every aspect of my personality.

WIth a happy heart I crawled behind my mistress and slipped into the dark hole of the desk. Nerviously licking lips I watched my mistress take her seat before me. A truly delicious banquet spread between pale thighs. Already a certain spot stained the middle of her those white painties, an indication of how much she too was looking forward to this.

"MIstress, I hope you are having company, it would be an honor for your slave to attempt to distract her mistress from the business at hand, though I suppose not for your state of dress is entirely inappropriate." One need plant the seed sometimes. A good slave should ensure her mistress was properly prepared for the day ahead with thoughts of pleasure already in her head if she was to truly appreciate the full effects of the seduction and lustful play to follow.

While others may consider this a cruel insult, Cala was more than happy to crawl under the desk and bury herself between Vera's thighs. She could only smirk slyly as her pet decided to take advantage of the treat, threatening to distract her during business. Perhaps she would call a few students into her office today just satisfy her pet's desire.

There was a tingle of excitement of what could happen next. The Head Girl tended to know her appointments ahead of time but there was always that chance that small chance that someone important may arrive while she was in the throes of passion. That was all part of the game and Vera did not seem to worry at all.

A hand reached down to pet the woman. "Perhaps I may have visitors, perhaps not," she cooed. With that, the sound of fingers clattering of the keyboard could be heard as Vera began working. Her body did tense up slightly, unsure how or when her pet would begin. This was a perfect time for her pet to practice and learn more about her mistress's body.

My nose twitched with the scent of arousal that drifted from between my mistresses thighs. Tongue begain at her knee, a prolonged play up the inside of her thigh till I could her the intake of her breath. Fingers crawled up her legs, then back down to her knees. suddenly I force her knees apart, hard and with strength, thinking my mistress might enjoy a little power behind my play.

Fingers let go of her knees and press forwards wrapping around the lacy white undies and gripping them before pulling, forving her knees back in if mistress wanted the panties gone. if not she might just tear them free in order to get to the wet prize awaiting her more intimate attentions.

It first began as a warm tickling sensation as her pet's tongue slid past her knee and along her inner thigh. The motion was slow, ensuring that every taste bud was felt dragging along her fair skin. As it went further up, Vera's thighs slowly began to part. Whether this was a concious action or not neither of them knew.

Vera took a deep breath to help control herself as she felt fingers crawling up her legs like a large spider. Suddenly those legs became claws as they gripped her knees and forced them wide apart. Her eyes widen slightly and noticed she had typed the wrong keys on the keyboard making her delete and begin anew.

Her cellphone began ringing, bringing her attention back to her work. She answered as fingers reached up and began to pull at her panties. "Hello.." she said softly, "Yes.. Everything.." she paused as her hips shift, allowing her slave to pull them past her hips and down her shapely thighs. "Everything is on schedule and should be more than ready for the prom."

She knew her pet knows she was on the phone now. But what little games would the Arab woman play while Vera made her reports to her superiors?

oh the phone...her mistress talking.

eagerly she bends her head between her mistrisses parted thighs. hands reach around and cup her frim ass to drag her to the edge of her chair before her tongue stirkes.

Up and down she lets it wonder, playing along her mistresses eager damp folds. reaching around with her hand she waits to pounce. as her mistress begins to speak once more she pinches the soft flesh of her hood tight about her clit and slips her tongue deep within the womans savory folds.

With her undergarment removed, she was completely exposed to her slave and the evil plans going through her head. Vera was pulled away from the back of her seat, forcing her to sit up as Cala tongue slide along her folds. Nails dig into her desk as her other hand held the phone to her ear. A faint gasp left her lips but she managed to avoid bringing any notice to the one on the other line.

"Yes sir they are Ahh!" she gasps much louder, nearly crying out as her precious clitoris was pinched, "N-No sir, I-I'm fine... It was nothing.." Vera leaned forward, resting her body against the desk. Her entire body had jolted from the pinch like if she were hit by lightning. She could feel her clitoris throbbing in pain as it begins to swell and radiate waves of heat that crash into her libido.

With her body pulled forward and sitting on the edge of her seat, Cala's body kept her from closing her thighs. The woman's hand remained behind her squeezing her bare bottom and preventing her from backing away. With such simple motions, the Head Girl felt bound and nearly helpless as the tongue slid deep into her juicy depths.

"They.. Mmm... They are set up and ready for the p-prom, sir." she said nearly breathless. With her clit still pinched, it pulsed hard against Cala's fingers. Her folds tremble as the tongue slid long and deep into her body, tasting her helplessness. This devious little minx was going to pay for her little game.

There was pleasure of my own in the hearing of my mistresses pants and moans for I well knew she would not wish to show any sign of weakness before those in authority even if they could not know what went on while she spoke.

A simple gratifiaction of her own as she sex grew wet and her own nipples grew hard. All she did was to bring her mistress pleasure, a sweet escape while she talked. Rewardes by the moans she released her hold of the hood and let her tongue softly tap and lick till her engorged clit was well exposed.

She prayed the door would ring at some point that morning. Not right then but later, after she had teased her mistress for hours. About the time she might be well and truly frustrated. Only then would it be a great honor to bring her off while she struggled to maintain her composure before her guests.

Ohhh...cala was enjoying this game of her mistress. There was no downside at all, for she was to pleasure, and pleasure she would.

"Mmm..." Vera bit down hard on her lip as she slowly forced herself to sit up. She was not about to be beaten by her own slave or at least not without a fight. The Head Girl took long deep breaths through her nose and out her mouth to avoid flat out panting like a dog in heat. She loosened her grip on the desk as she struggled to regain her composure.

Though heat flared inside her and butterflies fluttered within her belly, the Head Girl was gradually adapting to the woman's touch. Now that the suspense of how and when she would be touched was out of the way, she could focus more on enduring the sensual attacks on her sex and clit.

"There is nothing to worry about sir," she replied with a soft purr, "I... Mmm... Everything is running smoothly and they have been sent." Her body tensed suddenly as she felt the woman's tongue tease and lick her swelling pearl. The difficulty was avoiding saying anything her pet was not to hear, spreading her focus once more.

Her hips twitched as she felt every bump of the woman's tongue drag along the engorged nub. "Nnngh.. Th-Thank you s-sir," she groaned softly, "Good-bye.." The cellphone clacked loudly as she shuts it and nearly tosses it on the table. Vera's body leaned back along her pet free access to her exposed sex.

"Oh god... You cruel little minx.." she moaned, panting softly. Her cheeks were flushed gently as she merely rested. She was not about to start typing again until she got her bearings at least. Assuming no more surprises are thrown her way.

I beamed in pride at her words. To be able to get to my darling ice queen was of immense personal satisfaction. Not only my mistresses words filled me with pride but so to did her actions. She was not a frozen popsicle under my warm tongue, no she was alive and vibrant. More so as she leaned back and refused to work while I did my utmost best to tease her continuously.

I vowed only to tease, to wait till the right moment and then strike like a cobra; swiftly and without mercy. So for now it was enough to bring her to the edge and then maintain her there. I looked forward to the progress of the hours. A delightful repast of slowly licking her pearl till I could hear her breath catch, then moving off to slip my tongue along her juicy folds before plunging deeply into her.

SOmetimes just playing and nibbling on the insides of her thighs woudl be enough, other times worming a hand upwards to genlty squeeze her heavy mounds and tease the rigid nipples awake till they strained to be free of her tight and restrictive clothing woudl be enough. Anyhting to keep her wiggling like a fish on a hook. waiting

waiting till she demanded I finish her or something that would absolutley demand all of her attention provided a worthy challenge.

I was a minx and took great pride in it.

Her pet did not respond in words. The slave woman continued to work, heating her body and melting her icy visage. Thighs trembled and squeeze around Cala's body, unable to close any further. Nothing short of a direct order would save her from the lashing of her lover's tongue along her dripping folds.

She could not even fight back. Her feet could not reach anything of Cala's while the woman had free reign over her folds. Toes curl as the woman's pace slowed. Her pet was growing more patient and methodic in her movements. She could feel the woman testing her body, finding every spot that would make her gasp or even just breath deeper, searching for weak points.

Vera's eyes close, letting her mind drift as her world began to revolved around the woman's lips and tongue. Every time she reacted, the woman would tease away and focus on another place. Senses were brought to life and standing on end for more only to be told to wait as her pet continued to explore her body.

"Uhhhnnn..." A hand slides over her chest only to feel Cala's already reaching up there. Her luscious mounds mold within their confines as the slave woman tweaked her nipples and kept them nice and hard. She could feel her pulse throbbing agianst the tender nubs of her peaks and clit, radiating wave after wave of unrelenting heat to the rest of her quivering form.

She just had to wait. Yes, waiting for her pet to make a mistake and send her into bliss. Then she could collect her thoughts once more. But her plan was failing as an hour passed. Juices flowed like a river down her thighs. Her inner walls were contracting hungerly, begging to be filled with anything. Wanton groans sound from Vera's throught, sounding her plea for release.

It was then the chime of the elevator was heard. Someone was coming to her office. Who could it possibly be during winter break?

it was heaven, or as close as I was going to get for now. I had my mistress dancing upon my tongue and she had asked for this. It ws her idea...until...oh until that moment I had been waiting and praying to allah for. The chims.

So suprised was I that I back my head out from between her legs and with a loud clunk hit the bottom of the desk drawer.

"Mistress, would you like me to get that." rubbing my head with one hand as her juices dribbled down my chin. I smelled of sex. I smelled of my mistress. I smelled wonderful. It would be wonderful to meet her guests, escort them in and resume my position beneath the desk. some how I did not think that was going to happen.

Vera only answered with a pat on Cala's head. She struggled to get up on her numbing legs. Still not wearing her panties, juices flowed gently down her inner thigh. Being away from her pet's touch did not spare her any relief. The flame had already become an inferno and it lingered and flared inside her loins, begging to break free.

The knock at her door sounds the arrival of the unannounced guest. The Head Girl took a moment to pull her long silver hair back behind her shoulders and compose herself before opening the door.

With Cala still under her desk, the woman did not see that the guest was another student. Much like most students in the school, the young student had a shapely body that would ensure that monsters would take a liking to when it comes to graduation time. Still struggling to douse the flames within her, Vera merely gazed at the woman and waited for her to speak.

"I.. Sorry to bother you Ms Matsumoto," the student spoke up finally, "I was told by other students that you tutor students and was wondering if you could spare a moment to answer some questions."

Vera could have turned this one away, claiming she was busy. But she could feel the anticipation radiating from beneathe the desk. Her pet was looking for this opportunity. True this would look poorly if she screamed out in bliss during the exchange. But this was an ordinary student and she could easily keep this matter under wraps. Besides, she was curious on what her pet would try next.

"Come in and have a seat," she said softly as she returned to her chair. The smell of sex was heavy beneathe the wooden desk no doubt from the tongue lashing she received from her pet. Already she could feel hands parting her thighs, exposing her depths once more. Vera folded her hands infront of her as she gazed at the student.

"I am shocked you would come during winter break," she continued, "But ask what you wish and I shall assist you as much as I can with the time available."

Cala practically buzzed with glee at her fortune. The soft voice of her mistress and that of a student. The conversation, her mistresses return so that even as she went to sit the hands were there to guide her to the front of her chair and warm her big old heart till she coudl make it burst.

But that time had to be done right. If she was good enough, if she had prepared her mistress for these passed hours well then it just might come to pass that the woman woudl screetch outloud in the presence of a student. As a good slave she should probably not do such a thing. But right then she had every intention of doing just that. A sort of new bet based in part on the one she had lost last night. The loss had not been bad. the winning could be much worse in its punishement.

So she bent to her task beneath the desk, restoking the fires of her mistress intent to time things as well as she could and make her squirm. Tongue to clit, sucking on it, then slipping her tongue across its tip and a fast fluttering motion. Fingers pressing inwards to plung past moist petals and plump the wet depths of her body. G-spot...she aimed for it, found it as the body tensed above her and began the wicked descent to hell as she teased her mistress. Oh, there woudl be hell to pay no doubt and she would enjoy each and every minute of it.