Celia sighed softly and eventually drifted to sleep. Mistress was so cruel some times.<br/><br/>The alarm was far too early and she dragged herself out of bed, helped her Mistress shower and dress, then showered and dressed herself.<br/><br/>This morning, she chose to wear a read leather Basque that did wonders to support her slightly fuller figure, a black leather kilt that came just below her buttocks, and black, frilly, French knickers. She wore black thigh boots and a read leather jacket completed the ensemble. She made sure to polish up the brass dog-tag that clearly labelled her as the personal property of the Headmistress and clipped it back on her collar.<br/><br/>The, riding crop in hand, she walked along the staff corridor, hammering on doors. "Up and at em, people, Headmistress' assembly at dawn in the Glass House. That's an hour from now. Be sure to collect your students. Be there or be dangling from your feet over an open flame pit, with rats chewing the ropes away!"<br/><br/>She did think the last bit was a tad over dramatic... after all, the nearest the college had to an open flame pit was in the school's kitchen, but she was pretty sure Mistress could have something arranged!