“If you should summon me again then your binding circle would hold me. If you try anything Like this I will not answer your call. This has been pleasant but I'm not about to get into the habit of being completely defenceless before a warlock."

“I understand." I nodded.

"I also bind myself to the promise that I will never try to influence your mind whilst you summon me. One day I will have you. Then you shall be the one screaming for me but until then I would enjoy seeing you. My only condition is that you do not cause me harm whilst I am bound, or try to trap me again.”

“No problem." I agreed.

“Then release me."

I took one Last look over her and snapped a mental picture for Later.

Then I closed my eyes and began the banishment that would send her back to the dark realms. It took me 5 minutes to get everything settled and she seemed to ignite with a flash of green fire before she vanished completely. The banishment had worked and I'd summoned up my first demon! More than that, I'd just squeezed some tits and licked a pussy!

I watched the chains and shackles disintegrate back into the iron filings from which they were made and pile up on the black floor beneath where she had once hung. Figuring I might have a use for them in the future, I cleaned them into a plastic bag before heading out of the apartment and walking home with a cheerful spring in my step.

That night when I got home, I laid in bed thinking about Channa and all the things I could do with her. When a demon bound herself to a promise then she was compelled to fulfil it to the utmost. I was under no such obligation. I laid in bed that night, stroking my cock until I'd spilled three thick loads into a handful of tissues. Just thinking about the way she Looked was enough to set me off and the residual sexual energy was better than a box full of Viagra.

As I drifted off to sleep I contented myself with another thought.

Summoning a demon had made it official. I was a warlock. What I wanted to try next would prove how good I was. It was time to barter for a soul.

As it turned out, getting someone to give you their soul is much easier than you might think. The hard part comes with the preparation of the contract. Oh yeah, we have contracts. I have about 350 rolled up pieces of paper stored in several vaults that bind the souls of my clients to my will. Making those pieces of paper is the hardest part. You can't exactly just grab a sheet out of the printer and scribble down I Owe U

1 Soul, then give it to me. The paper has to be fairly old because older things tend to hold magic better. Then it has to be treated in a mixture of my blood and some boiling water for about an hour whilst I stand over it using my magical skills and a pair of tongs to make sure it doesn't turn into a ball of mush. Then it needs to be imbued with the right magical energies to hold the connection between me and the client. This takes an additional 4 hours. Finally, I need to write out the contract itself which is pretty wordy since I need to avoid any loopholes in the agreement.

A couple of years ago a novice I knew didn't pay that much attention to the wording of his contracts. So, one of his clients took it to a lawyer. I shit you not. The lawyer was your typical ambulance chaser but still managed to undermine the entire thing. Meanwhile, the novice in question is using the soul's energy to bind a helLhound when all of a sudden the client zips back control of all that power. The guy gets his soul back and the would-be warlock was dog food. So yeah, I tend to word my contracts carefully.

Once all that's finished with, then you go out and find someone who's willing to part with their soul.

Believe it or not, I managed to strike gold with my first idea. I had plenty of money saved up out of sight of my parents. I wasn't sure their complete apathy concerning my existence would extend to the small fortune I'd kept as a result of not really spending money on anything.

Most of my Life was spent in books and the library had enough of those to keep me occupied. I had just over £1,500 hidden away by the time I needed it.

I snagged £100 out of my savings and Late at night I went out to the local red Light district. On an estate like mine, you didn't have to go far to find trouble, but at least you were never short on guys trying to sell drugs and women trying to sell their bodies. I ventured out that night with a different kind of offer in mind.

The problem with dealing in the souls of street hookers is that not many have much of a soul to begin with. Now, I'm not launching a crusade or anything here, you do what you have to survive. I get that.

It's just that spending all night getting slammed by sweaty Johns and all day doped up to the eyeballs isn't very good for the soul. Like I said, self confidence, creativity, inspiration, determination. These are the kind of personality traits I look for when picking my clients