The headmaster's eyes sparkled... As his heart crowed in triumph.<br/><br/>He was right.<br/><br/>She wasn't a pet...<br/><br/>She was a mistress.<br/><br/>But, she was still her mother's daughter, deep down... And he knew that somewhere in her lurked that submissive core. But he wouldn't find it this way.<br/><br/>He let her watch, breathless, for almost fifteen minutes... Before pausing the screen - the frozen image of the mistress forcing the little ditz to lap at the mistress' molten core.<br/><br/>"Which would you rather be?" He whispered.<br/>