A look of disappointment flickered briefly across Celia's face as Tristan enquired after her sleep. "I slept well, yes, thank you..." She made the effort not to sigh, and schooled her features. Those little snitches would be only to happy to tell Mistress that she was unhappy, if she gave them the opportunity, and if Mistress found that out, there would be no punishments for poor little Celia for a week or more! Mistress was so cruel, punishing her masochistic slave by withholding punishment!<br/><br/>"Well, good luck with that then," She commented, and then nodded to Astrid. "I see, so you have decided to decline our wonderful school uniform? See, Effie, dear, the uniform isn't so bad, is it?" She chuckled softly and slipped her wrist through the leash's loop, then took a firm grip of Astrid's hair with the same hand.<br/><br/>As Tristan walked off with "Larry Moe and Curly", as she thought of them, Celia turned to Effie. "Now, dear, you remember your lesson, don't you? Is Astrid one of your betters?"