Celia had enjoyed helping Mistress punish the child, and had pretty much decided which of the new students she would request. Mistress wouln't deny her or Mistress wouldn't get her favourite dinner!<br/><br/>At the question, she nodded. "Yes Mistress." She followed dutifully behind Mistress into the staff room. Not that she really had a choice - the lead in Mistress' hand was attached to the leather collar around her neck, and the thin chain in the same hand led to the rings Mistress had put in her nipples last year. The leather bustier and miniskirt were tight and emphasised the fact that she'd put on weight in the last few years. Mistress had really done a number on poor Celia, transforming her from a submissive little mouse into a dominant in her own right. She carried a riding crop in her left hand, the sign of her authority.<br/><br/>The collar around her neck was the sign of her submission to one woman and one woman only.<br/><br/>She chuckled softly as she saw the chairs. "I love you, Mistress". She said softly, not really caring if anyone else in the room heard. She took the lower chair. She had been quite prepared to sit on the floor at Mistress' feet for the meeting.