Class ended soon enough and you started packing your books in order to leave. But just as you were sitting up, a powerful hand forced you back into your seat. Amy sood over you with an evil smirk on her face. "Weren't thinking of leaving without me were you?"
You shook your head violently.
"Im glad. Since you're my slave, you're gonna be sharing all my classes. Which is pretty convenient since we already share everything except 6th period, but that won't be much of a problem will it?"
All you had for 6th was art, which you never really liked in the first place. "It won't."
"It won't what?" Amy scolded.
"It won't be a problem mistress."
She giggled. "I love hearing that. Now pick up your books so we can leave. Its lunch time ya know."
You quickly slung your bag across your back and walked side by side with your master down the hall. Everywhere you looked, girls snickered when they saw your collar.
One blonde with C cups came up to Amy. "Hiiiiiiiii Amy." Her voice was patronizingly chipper. "See you got yourself a new slave. I didn't know you were into girls."
"Im not. But girls are usually into me." They both chuckled at the bad joke.
The blonde looked down at you then back to Amy. "Why don't you have her carrying your books? I mean, what's the point of a slave if it cant carry your stuff?"
"Oh that. Well, i have other plans for her to earn her keep. You know she's smart. I plan to have her do all my homework and tests."
"Slaves can do that?" the blonde said, clearly surprised.
"Sure. But I wouldn't let just any worthless nonvore to do my work. My grades are struggling as is. I had to find a smart little bitch to work for me." Looking down on you affectionately. "And if she behaves and does a good job, she may have the privilage of supporting her mistress for the rest of her life."
So that's why she spared you. You were to be her lacky for the rest of your life. Deep down, this revelation was a bit comforting. If you were to be her grunt then she couldn't do anything to rough, or let anyone else get you. You could actually live to see wrinkles in the mirror.