Another day. Her new alarm clock made an annoying screech that did not reside until she got up and shut off the alarm. Good, no dreams last night though she had gotten around to setting the alarm clock so that she woke every few hours in case her dreams were invaded again she hoped that an external stimuli would draw her into wakefulness. It was worth a try though constantly being woken throughout the night left her a little fatigued as she got ready for her morning classes.

She sticks the hair clip in her hair that Jake got her on her birthday some time ago, packs her book bag and gets to a few minutes before the other girls would begin shuffling in. Welcome to the wonderful world of biology! She got out her book, notebook and pens for the class hoping that they weren't going to be assigned to do anything gross in lab today. Not that she was squeamish just that she was bored of doing the typical stuff she did in high school labs before getting here.

Wraith this time, hadn't tried to invade her dreams. But he had been following her around. Class looked like the perfect time to play with her again. As class started and they started taking notes, Wraith enters Izumi's mind once again. He was soon bringing up dirty thoughts forcing her to picture them, starting with girl on girl play.

Class started and she had figured that it was going to be the same old biology class. She plays with her pen some doodling aimlessly on a page of her notebook not that she was a bad student or slacking off but because she had already known this stuff. She was actually pretty good at this sort of thing already so she was inattentive. If she had been learning new material she would have been more attentive though she was unaware that she was being followed today. Nor does she think that there is anything going on rather than the usual as a chill sweeps over her.

Izumi bristles a little thinking nothing of the fact other than a cold draft entering the room.

She soon feels the stirrings of her thoughts, thoughts that she suppressed on most occasions as she began to think of random things. At first there was a girl that Izumi had been thinking about from one of her other classes, a girl that she had been attracted to of course. Full breasts, shapely hips, full lips. Dark hair …

She had considered sneaking up on the girl in the Art supply room as she comes up from behind her, cupping her breasts and giving them a squeeze as she kisses her neck.

Before the images get more heated then this she begins thinking about her dream with Sasha and Amber pre Jake. The two girls being a bit forceful but in the end she gave into the dream that she was having.

Her body shudders a little as she feels uneasy and flushed with heat as she squirms. Her doodle becomes to begin to take new shape as she sketches a few images at the center of the page.

As these thoughts played in Izumi's head, Wraith began to add some slave play and bondage. The same girl she was thinking about before now appeared to be naked except for a collar on her neck and kneeling. She was begging Izumi to punish her and use her like she needed more than anything. Izumi then seemed to have a paddle in her hand meant to use on the girl's ass. The girl smiles at this turns around getting on all fours, sticking her ass as high as she could.

“Oh, I'm going to enjoy this ...”

She thinks seeing images in her head that she did not imagine she would fess up to as she smacks that paddle against the palm of her hand. She always had a particular kink and as she thinks upon it she squirms a little more in her seat realizing now that something was not right.

She had day dreamed in class before but nothing this potent, this clear. This had seemed so vivid though she did not consider that anything potent had been amiss. It was too vivid though, too crisp but she does not seem to care just focusing on the thoughts thinking that she might have fallen asleep in class …

Oh dear! What if she had! What if it came back? No, she was being absurd. In less then an hour the bell would sound awakening her if that were the case but she didn't remember falling asleep. She was awake, her thoughts just rather vivid probably out of lack of sleep. For the past few nights now she took the precaution of sleeping for shorter periods but that wasn't going to work, she was already feeling the effects from lack of sleep.

The sketch becomes clearer now as she draws in images of herself and her two friends. She begins to sketch Sasha with a penis when her mind turns back to the girl as she paddles her.

“You've been naughty.”

“I … I'm sorry Mistress.”

“Sometimes sorry isn't good enough.” She paddles her slave a little harder now, a little faster as a moan slips free from the Slave's lips to her delight.

Wraith held back any chuckling as he watched Izumi enjoy this scene. She was proving to be very entertaining, asleep or awake. He continues to make the scene play out, making a slight change to the paddle by adding holes into it. He made the girl plead for her mistress to forgive her and promise to be a good girl. He could tell she was starting to get moist from this, and it would get a lot worse for her before class was over.

“If I don't correct such errant behavior now then it will only get worse.” Thin fingers latch on to the back of the girl's collar jerking her back so she was on her knees and Izumi standing behind her. She leans down feeling the ache in her breasts.

“You misbehaved Slave. Now you will regret this.” She glances around the supply closet then smacks her slave harder now. Reaching for a cup on a shelf she gets out a paint brush and hands it to the slave.

“Now paint me a pretty picture.” When the slave hesitates she smacks her again with that paddle spreading a reddish pink hue across the woman's rump, hearing her cry out and plead … it's interesting to be on the other side of that, being the one with all the power instead of the victim so she ignores the slave hitting her again with the paddle even harder now.

"Yes, Mistress."

“Good girl,” she coes as the slave begins sinking the handle of that brush into her own wet sex.

In class she squirms a little more the images making her nice and wet by this point, her nipples and clit growing harder as her arousal starts to take hold of her. She slocuches in her seat a little trying her best to cover those aching breasts with an arm as her hidden desires play out in her mind.

As Izumi would've watched this, a dildo with a strapon would be seen within the cabinet. The idea of Izumi wearing those and using them to ravage her slave begins to play out with her slave tied to a bed and gagged. It was Wraith's intention to make Izumi loose control and play with herself right in front of her classmates and teacher. That would be when he'd announce his presence.

She sees the strap on and gets the idea to use it. Her thoughts shift from the Art store room where she's wearing he school uniform and the strap on. Her slave is secured to the bed, a ball gag in her mouth as she is tied to the bed posts ass up in the air.

Her eyes flow down that moist slit, a riding crop in her hand as she smacks that ass again. “Which hole, my Slave.”

She crawls up on the bed letting the riding crop go as she strokes the girl's rump with a hand. “To show that I am not totally callous I will let you decide ...”

In class she was both aroused and blushing. She asks to be excused figuring she could take care of this in the bathroom but little did she know that the faculty her knew about the monsters and it was obvious from her flushed look that something was going on.

“I'm afraid you'll just have to hold it a little longer Miss Asano until lab partners have been assigned. As I was saying the lab aspect of the course is 50% of the grade. Once that has been assigned you may go.”

Thankfully her name was at the beginning of the alphabet and she gets to run off to the rest room, those images still burning in her mind. Regardless of how much she rubbed and fondled herself Izumi's relief would be short live, either Wraith had her isolated or it being the beginning of class he could just have her arousal return or even target her while she was working on the lab credit for the course dominating the other girl or perhaps Izumi herself, there were many options her for the shade and plenty of time too. They were one fifteen minutes or so into the class after all with half an hour or so to go until she would be saved by the bell, in no way was it expected that she would hold out that long.

When Izumi gets to the bathroom, the images stop playing in her head. Wraith thought for sure she wouldn't make it this far, but he still had plenty of time to toy with her some more. He would just have to wait for her to return to class. Perhaps if he teased her more by playing it again then ending up abruptly.

She returns to class feeling a little bit better. She sits. Her notebook was still opened and she catches Sara looking at the drawing that she sketched with the girls with the penises and herself caught up in the mix. She was an alright artist too so it was easy to figure out that the girl in the middle wearing the hair clip was suppose to be her.

Saira glanced away when she heard Izumi coming and Izumi's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She need to get out of here, get some relief that she didn't close the notebook. Now Saira probably thought she was a pervert or something.

Lab partners had been assigned before her bathroom run and with such luck she was assigned Saira as a partner too. The students were getting ready to shuffle off towards the lab too, the explanation for it given in her absence so Saira would have to fill her in … great, what luck! She could bless Saira with good luck or the evil eye but their was no reason to ruin her luck, in fact she stopped using the evil eye, if things like Wraith were out there she would not invite that experience on another through bestowing them with a run of bad luck for instance.

Observing Izumi from within her mind, Wraith had an idea for this lab partner of hers. He begins to play out the slave scene again, but now it had Saira as her slave, and right where it left off too. She tries to answer Izumi's question, but the gag made it impossible for her to talk.

Damn! Her trip to the bathroom did nothing as images danced in her head. She craved touching herself again, rubbing and tugging on her slit. She was more into external stimuli at this stage and such matters were divine just to think about.

“Well since you won't answer,” Izumi chuckles as she playful spanks her lab partner watching her ass jiggle a little, “then I'll have to take both."

Saira moans feeling the tip of the strap on against the heated folds of her sex. She spanks the girl once more. “Sing for me Slave!” She sweeps into Saira hearing her moan out, the sound muffled against her ears.

“Izumi! Izumi! Earth to Izumi.”

“Oh, sorry Saira.” She tries to shake her head clear of the thoughts she's having about the other girl. “You can explain lab on your knees.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your knee, I thought I saw something on your knee,” she points, her mind raging against the thoughts that sweep through her head. They were alone now and either Saira would explain what they were doing here, in transit or at the lab.

"Heheh, finally starting to break. Aren't you, Izumi?" Wraith says in her head. He wanted to wait till she was actually touching herself, but decided to speak now. "You want this girl, don't you? You want to tie her up and ravage her yourself. Make her beg for your touch." He would not let up on the images in her mind. If he couldn't get her to break in front of the whole class, he would at least do it in front of Saira. Maybe she'd even try to punish her there too.

Shit! She hears the familiar voice gloat in her mind and quickly realizes why she was having such images. The thing that made this worse was there was nowhere to run, if she fled certainly he would find another target for her to take her frustrations out on.

She went wide eyed for a moment then relaxes a little. She tries to calm down and knows that to bargain is sort of fruitless. The shade was right, even if her were able to manipulate her memories they were not implanted thoughts as far as she was aware anyway, and she considered such things in the past with the student in her Art class. The targets had changed, her eyes settling on the girl, she had a new sort of an appeal as prompted by Wraith as she was not the initial subject of her perverted desires but at this point she had been beyond caring about it. She would consider this later.

“Yes,” she admits with a clenched jaw, denying it was fruitless if the think could see her thoughts but it was humiliating to admit. She spoke out loud not knowing if Wraith would hear or not.

“Yes? You want to go over the lab notes here or yes you want to go over them in the lab, I'm conf-”

Saira would be even more confused when the older girl grabbed her arms and forced her lips against her own starting off with a quick kiss that Saira did not expect as her breath was stolen for a moment.

When their lips part Izumi has a glint in her eye. [i]Bastard![/i] She thinks but knows that it is useless to resist, he'd tormented her while she was awake too? This wasn't fair! She knew that she could not win and to fight further meant little more than harsher penalties. Perhaps if she were more compliant he would be easier on her though that was dangerous too, it might encourage the shade to return again and again to her detriment.