All that cum erupted from him so quick and fierce. Her tits still slid against his hardness and she felt a wave of relief that he had decided to take her up on the offer that she had made. She had so little to offer after all and when thinking back to the stamina of the likes of Kakumaoh, Vex and others she had little hope that these would be shorter sessions either.

She knew some of his qualities too and figured that on such occasions he probably would not hold back or not as much. She could not say. Her green eyes flicked away for a moment to the floor.

“It does not matter.” There was a thought that crept into her mind, a sadder one perhaps as she contemplated if anyone would care enough to sacrifice for her in such a regard, she knew that at least one had set her up once too, though it was a brief thought replaced by a happier one that she once again got to serve her Mistress. Again, it was an unknown element but she served without praise this time only imaging it.

“As long as she is safe it does not matter.” That was something at least, two monsters with interests shifted away from her Mistress and her time here had not been entirely bad. She hated being drugged but he had not made her beg so that was already, the drugs she would come to deal with she hoped.

“Tomorrow night, same time?” She wiped some of his seed from off her face nearest the eyes.

The demon heard her praising herself for protecting her mistress. The demon grunted and relaxed properly satiated for the time being. He prided himself on great patience, yet when the time was right he knew he was hard to satiate and his erotic passions could be all consuming.

The demon looked as she wiped some of his seed from her eye lids and sockets, and nodded his agreement. The greatest sacrifices are ones that are made selflessly and without fanfare. Tomorrow night will be fine. You should be proud of your character, I have met many great people and beings who you could give lessons in morality to. Twice since I have met you, you have sacrificed yourself for another, and in both cases your loyalty was outstanding. I won't say I agree with your choices in who you defend, but you are truly courageous. Tomorrow would be fine. We shall continue where we left off, and perhaps you will vain something.

There was that. She took comfort in the fact that at least he had offered her some form of praise not that she did this to receive any bu it made it less of a thankless endeavor on her part even if he did not truly understand her motives here. Why she did what she had …

It was the same for anyone who had gained her loyalty and devotion. Vera was there when no other had been and while she would not make a sacrifice, especially this grand for any other student she would try to help out where she could at least.

She smiled at that briefly. She was still a prisoner on this island like so many girls and while she could still feel that buzzing desire the need wasn't as great. “Tomorrow then, the Art Room,” she confirmed before getting to her feet and dressing once more. She would find a nearby bathroom to clean up in and grabbed her bag.

“Until then,” her fingers caressed his member one last time before departing. If he was thinking about her then he wasn't thinking about Vera, right?

The next meeting that familiar bag I already on the floor though this time only one of her iPod ear buds are in probably to hear his approach. The desk is already turned about too just in case. Today was an expression in white … white ankle high boots, white stockings and skirt, a white tank top beneath a light gray sweater. Her fingernails were also painted white. As punctual as ever he waits for his arrival for their third session to commence.

The demon arrived a few minutes after Daphnee, who had apparently decided upon a cleansing white attire. The demon thought her fashion sense may grab her after hours attention she was not seeking, but since he was the beneficiary, he rather approved. As he entered the room, he appeared to sight, his sweep of the building already completed. As he neared, he set his satchel on a nearby desk and prepared to begin their third session.

Are you ready to begin?

The demon went about his preparations as he asked. This time he opened the satchel, withdrawing a slender short handled whip with 9 heads only a foot or two in length. Next, came a pair of hand cuffs. Third out of the bad was the usual blind fold. Forth was a metal rod that if one looked closely resembled a prod of some sort with wires running from the base to a box. Finally, he removed a set of clamps with almost razor sharp protrusions sticking out of it.

Please, lets start with the blindfold and you can begin. Work until you have achieved your focus on stillness and breathing, and then upon the knot. The demon approached her, and carried the blindfold with him.

She heard him this time and slightly turned ensuring that it was him and not something else. She was a bit hesitant this time though as she took stock in what was being revealed. The hand cuffs alone would have caused her an involuntary shiver but the other items had her heart racing a bit.

And so, it began. She was in for a longer session it seemed and after getting the vision of hose objects in her head she nodded slowly, a deal was a deal after all and she did not back out of her own.

“Ready,” she stated though concentrating on the darkness and breathing let alone knots were difficult seeing that images of those objects always intruded into her mind forcing her to begin anew until she managed to get to visualizing the first knot at last.

The demon tied on the blindfold. Her session had begun. Visual the darkness infinite. Now focus on the intake of life, the expulsion of fear, doubt, and worries. Finally visualize the knots. The demon simply smiled and waited. After about 30 minutes he purposefully shuffles over to the desk carrying the implements. First, he picks up and giggles the handcuffs. Walking closer, he rubs the metal over each wrist.

Then he clicks them just inf front of her, the locks racheting into place. Next, he retrieves the nine tailed whip (purloined from a kinky former preys room) and returns to the front of her desk. After another hour the sudden snap as he slams the whip down onto the front of her desk.

The demon allows another hour to pass, randomly throughout the hour he drags the leather over different parts of her body, her shoulders, her cheeks, and her hands. After the hour he slaps down on the desk again, looking for reaction.

Focus on the darkness, only the knot exists. Put aside all intruding thoughts, fears, doubts, and sensations. Only the knot.

He allows her to return to her focus. After another hour he removes her blindfold. So,"how was your session? What did you learn this evening?

She flinched at the sudden contact of cold metal against her skin but when he snaps the cuffs over her she does not resist though her heart rate spikes uncontrollably for the first fifteen minutes or so.

It is the same with that whip. The first time it brakes her attention and she has to start over but save for a few flinches afterward she calm enough where she does not have to begin to refocus at least. By the time he slaps the desk though there is no reacton, either she doesn't think the blow will land or more likely she's taken to the matter at hand.

“That fear can get the better of you if you allow it,” she answered. In the beginning she was distracted, of course she glimpsed her own future too when such devices were actually going to be used against her. So this wasn't the long session but the prelude to it if she got it right ...

The demon smiled as she answered. She was mostly right. Correct. Why fear what has yet to happen? What tragedy may befall you if you lose your head? For this technique and to be a master of meditation, you must be able to put whatever is happening out of your mind. No matter what occurs you must be able to maintain control or your mind, body and soul. Your mind is easily distracted. Your body can betray you. Your soul is yours always. If you can control your mind, you can control your body completely. I am proud of you though, you did well. Did you manage to untie the knot? The demon asked, beaming the happy smile of a proud instructor upon a promising student.

“Yes, I managed it and moved on, I think the knots I'm envisioning now are a lot tougher to crack, I only just begun considering them towards the end there.” She answered milking in the praise. She had not been dismissed from this session yet and realized that there could be more to come, especially with how she parted from his company the other day.

Though for that she figured he would want a full session and if he wee going to do anything in that regard it would have probably been at the beginning. There was the fact that he might have considered that he would loose restraint if they began to early and miss out on these lessons. She was still secured by the hand cuffs any way an indicator that they had not been finished. She looked for hooks and the like that he could have used to secure her by. She didn't see any but did not rule out that there was a nail that would serve that role too.

You did well. Tonight shall be an early session. Practice as you will in your own room tonight as you wish. Tomorrow for our fourth session, we shall be applying what you have learned in a practical setting. We shall see if you can implement what you have learned when under pressure and when reality really intrudes on your concentration and the distractions are more than simple sounds. So rest well, practice or not, contemplate what you have learned. I honestly think you are doing amazing and that you'll do well tomorrow... the demon said, reassuring Daphnee, while lavishing more praise that she revealed drove her and motivated her.

He didn't want her surprised, but the demon was going to get the pleasures he sought her out for. He had no issues imparting the knowledge he did, yet he was not going to pass up his chance to experience all she had to offer. The fact that he could combine both activities into one only made the circumstances perfect.

The demon retrieved the key and freed Daphnee from the handcuffs. He bundled up the items, and returned them to the sack. He would need to return to his cave for tomorrows supplies as these were simply for shock and awe. She sweated most over the handcuffs, and he wondered if bondage worried her most or if she had another issue he could help with. Perhaps tomorrow he would find out.

Something a bit more practical … it did not do any good worrying about what was to come. She could only worsen her situation by considering the matter before hand and would do much better if it were in the now that she had focused on instead.

She had practiced as much as she could in between classes and Prefect duties to the time came for their fourth session. She had her familiar green trench coat, her hair tied into one long braid that had been draped over her left shoulder. Her shirt was a black T-shirt with a skull and bones on it and she had on simple jeans despite it being a bit warmer. The idea was that jeans would cover the marks on her legs easier and any on her bare midriff and arms could be covered by the jacket which she would remove upon his arrival.

Without a doubt she was a little nervous as she considered what was in store for her though when he came upon her this time absent had been the iPod. She didn't seem to note his arrival this time. Her eyes were closed and she was already in meditation. She had a few rough patches to get over but didn't want her fears getting the better of her and thus started on her meditative state early to get over those stumbling blocks.

The demon arrived. The point of reassuring her was to cause her not to fear what was coming, yet it seemed when he arrived that his early information may have had the opposite effect, or maybe he was reading into her demeanor and appearance too much. Missing were her ear buds attached to her companion iPod, along with a t-shirt the demon recognized as symbolizing death or poison, or perhaps the purple haired student simply was back to her usual nonconformist attire.

As he approached she appeared to be in a deep meditation already. Wondering whether to simply begin the session, he walked in and set his satchel down upon the desk closest to her usual place by the window. It seemed perhaps the lessons had a positive effect already.

You look wonderful like usual Daphnee. The demon wondered if the compliment would break her concentration and she would acknowledge his presence or whether she intended to simply go on demonstrating her effort towards the lessons already received?

If you wish, please get comfortable, if you are as you wish please don't let me interrupt.

She made little indication in the fact that she heard him set down the satchel or even pay her a compliment as she seemed focused on the matter at hand. She must have been comfortable, her breathing a controlled in and out.

It took a little longer reaching this state but she had proven that she took the matter seriously or at the very least did not wish o disappoint him any. Not disappointing a monster, that appeared rich after all though there were times where one was in anguish or pain where it might make a difference.

This certainly was not one of those times though she did acknowledge him perhaps with a slight delayed nod just a brief bob of her head to indicate that she was ready to begin perhaps.

Slimer was impressed. Daphnee barely moved as he entered, not distracted by complements, or even the noise of the satchel being placed on the desk. She had accomplished it all without even the aid of the blindfold. The demon moved over to the student, You truly are a dedicated student and a fast learner. Don't mind me, the demon said as he set up. He reached into the satchel and removed first some holders and then placed some candles into them. Striking a match he lit the three candles on the nearby desk. Next, he removed the blindfold, with her advancement he wasn't sure how necessary it would be, yet it was still a valuable tool. Finally, the demon pulled out a vibrator in the shape of an egg, confiscated from a pair of lovers he had trapped during a romantic session.

The demon moved over to Daphnee and lifted one arm, removing the coat sleeve, followed by the other arm and sleeve, wondering if she would react.

The candles were new. She could smell the faint traces of sulfur from the match that ignited them and even heard the matches ignite. There was a dim brightness at the corner of her eye and if she turned her head she would have seen the steady glow of the light.

She refocused her efforts. Darkness, breathing, it was tougher with the advent of light but she soon shut that down seeing that the knots she was envisioning now took a fair amount of concentration to handle.

One arm then the other her coat was being removed but she kept her focus for the most part. Occasionally she had to refocus but she assumed such and did so with practiced ease after having to do it again and again. It was warm so the additional coolness was good, though she had placed the jeans on only because she knew that she had a session that might involve, well she wasn't exactly sure what it would involve all she could do is focus on the matter at hand and that was untying knots.