Vylesh tried staring out the window again in a desperate attempt to keep her mind off of Eztli's newest gifts for her. She tried focusing on how beautiful of a day it was on campus. Which was to be expected when the whole of campus was sitting within a perfectly climate controlled demiplane. She focused on a butterfly flitting about a nearby flowerbed as she wondered if maybe she could wildshape into a butterfly to escape from this torture early. She did not focus on her classes which required too much thinking that was currently beyond her, something her professor loudly announced.
"Miss Nymnixi? Is this really that boring to you?" The older high elven man rhetorically asked. "Is the place monstrosities find themselves in ecosystems really something you believe yourself above? Something you don't feel the need to focus on?"
Vylesh's face went flush, part from the embarrassment and part from losing a bit of composure. She turned to her professor but specifically avoided eye contact while doing her best to hide behind a curtain of bright orange hair.
"N-No sir I...I was simply thinking about how, er...nature always seems to have its ways to adapt to monsters and other such creatures. It really is wonderful!" She said, quickly thinking up something insightful sounding. To be fair, this
had
been a previous thought of hers. It just found new use when she needed an excuse.
Her professor glared back, and what fellow students bothered to look over to her at being singled out seemed to be giving her sympathetic looks at their strict professor. Which was vital as Vylesh felt all of their looks boring holes into her like termites in wood, wondering if any of them would see something amiss.
The old elf scoffed slightly and gave a standard refusal to admit fault "Yes well still try to focus on the class at hand, Miss Nymnixi? Many a student
thinks
they have it figured out and that they don't need to learn anything new. And then years later I hear that they've been eaten by an owlbear." He said before returning to his long droning lecture.
Vylesh breathed a sigh of relief that all eyes were finally off of her, and that what eyes had been studying her no doubt saw her flushed skin as one of embarrassment. They were not wrong, and part of that had in fact been from being singled out in class after zoning out.
That most of her embarrassment was from the thin rope criss crossed and tied along her torso was something she wished to keep secret. Well, even that wasn't the whole truth. Specifically it was the rope that Eztli had got for her currently tied in an elegant series of knots along her torso, including some rope and a knot very strategically placed against her sex so that shifting around too much caused it to rub her in just the right way. It was also the ruby tipped gem plug he got for her currently lodged in her bottom and held in place by the aforementioned rope.
At first her mind was alight with panic and uncertainty when Eztli had brought out the rope and told her what he would be doing with it that very same morning. It was too obvious though how scared she was as he carefully tied the knots, as he paused and pulled her into a kiss while holding her in his arms before looking into her eyes and reminding her that she was his. He would hurt her only in the right ways to make her feel good and let her feel that thrill and rush of pain mixed with pleasure. To remind her who she belonged to. And he always had to take care of what was his.
Her face was dark red at hearing this as he kissed her once more after her breathing had slowed and her initial panic wore off. He pressed his scaled lips to her neck and told her to wait for a moment while he retrieved another gift he had gotten her, since she was being so good. She would swear she was now blushing and glowing red at that as she patiently waited. He held the ruby tipped plug to her, as she failed to recognize what it was and tilted her head in confusion.
"Give it a lick." He lightly commanded as she continued to burn in a blush. She obeyed and cautiously stuck out her tongue to lick the metal plug, thinking it vaguely resembled a hard candy made of polished steel. He gave her a gentle pat on the rump before pulling it away from her tongue and spreading her bottom slightly. A flicker of realization and shock flashed through Vylesh's mind as she tried to relax as she had been taught when he would penetrate her behind. The small metal plug was much smaller than even one of his shafts but it still fit snugly in her, causing her to bite her lip.
"That's a good girl." He complimented as he returned to tying the rope over her. It was snug enough for her to feel it pressing into her, but her breathing was carefully left unobstructed. That it happened to be pressing into some very sensitive spots and the small plug had her mind once again racing like lightning as she thought about having to wear this under her dress.
"It's only a short day of classes, and I know you can handle wearing these until we're both free for some alone time later. Understood?" He said with an encouraging smile.
Vylesh gave an uneasy nod, but remained determined. "Y-Yes sir!" She said before moving to pick out a pair of panties and bra for the day, wondering how they would fit over the rope pressing into her now.
As she was deliberating between designs and colors in the drawer, she gave a yelp as it was shut by that invisible force she was only now starting to get used to. As much as she could get used to the unseen hand of a psion exerting its influence at seemingly random. She turned to Eztli with a questioning look as he simply held up a wagging finger.
"Ah ah, only the dress for today." He said with a wicked grin as Vylesh felt she just might turn red forever at this rate.
Vylesh snapped herself back to the present, the reminiscing being a desperate play to distract herself from the rope now nudging itself against her clit. Every time it did so it sent a jolt through her system, causing her to tighten up and feel the plug inside of her. She let out a small gasp that she quickly played off as a cough, choosing to focus on taking notes to draw as little attention to herself as possible. This manifested as mostly nonsensical scribblings that she would hope might be mistaken as Demonic text.
She was beginning to feel her excitement soak the ropes pressing into her, crossing her legs in the desperate hope that doing so would provide some form of relief. Sadly, these were only the desperate hopes of a desperate woman and the action only made the ropes press into her harder. Which of course made her clench around the plug for further indignation. Vylesh began to wonder if it was possible for one to die of embarrassment while struggling to keep her breath steady.
She had made it this far in the day, and this was her last class before freedom. Resolve gathered within her as her tail wrapped around the leg of her chair and she redoubled her efforts to continue scribbling on her paper. If Eztli believed she could make it, then she had to prove him right. That she knew he would reward her for making it through the day under these conditions was a nice bonus.
No sooner than the professor ended class did Vylesh start power walking towards the door as fast as she could, thoroughly ignoring some last second stern remarks from the old elf. She was too focused on finding a good crowd to lose herself in. Normally she avoided them as often as possible but as she kept up her brisk pace to join the crowds on campus she figured the sea of people talking and mingling and not paying attention to others was the best course of action. Until she heard a familiar voice.
