“Come on, Pet,” Bellatrix cooed to her submissive, leading her down the stairs to the dungeon. She looked back at Hermione. Her long, curly, light brown hair was just brushed past her shoulder blades, and her almond-shaped, dark brown eyes lined with smeared black eyeliner that displayed her eagerness for what was to come. Her eyes looked downwards as she was trained to do. Hermione’s lips were a deep crimson, and Bellatrix smirked at the thought of those lips staining her inner thighs red.



Hermione looked absolutely fuckable in a black lace bustier, her pert, teacup breasts pushed up and together, creating delectable looking cleavage. Her black leather collar with the sterling silver “O” ring looked lonely without its leash, but Bellatrix would soon fix that problem. The bustier emphasized her already narrow waist, and with the matching black lace g-string and knee-high stiletto boots, it made Hermione look devious.



Hermione glanced up when she knew her Mistress wasn’t looking as they walked down the stairs. She could already feel arousal flaring inside her, and Bellatrix had barely even touched her. She allowed her eyes to drift down her Mistress, taking in the way her black, shiny hair, pulled back into a ponytail, swung slightly back and forth with her movements. The way her creamy, pale skin contrasted with her scarlet thong and black garter belt which displayed her assets that jiggled slightly as she walked down the stairs. Hermione took in those long legs, encased in thigh-high, fishnet stockings and paired with fire engine red, patent leather six-inch stiletto heels.



It did not help matters that her Mistress wore black elbow-length satin gloves. Hermione envisioned a soft, gloved hand teasing her folds and had to bite back a soft moan. She shivered slightly as her anticipation mixed with her growing arousal which caused her barely-there panties to dampen even more. Her heart had started to beat faster, and her breathing picked up slightly. Her eyes moved upward to the black satin corset, laced up at the back, that Bellatrix wore with a silky red bra.



Bellatrix could feel Hermione’s eyes burning into her ass, but when Bellatrix turned and looked over her shoulder to reprimand her Pet, she saw Hermione’s eyes turn quickly downwards again.



“You know the consequence of peeking without permission,” Bellatrix said coolly, but with a slight smile that showed she wasn’t quite displeased with her.



Hermione’s cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” She wanted to add that she couldn’t help looking with her Mistress in that kind of attire, but she knew that no excuse would be accepted. Hermione had been well trained.



“Wait here, Pet,” Bellatrix commanded when Hermione stepped off the last stair.



“Yes, Mistress.”



Hermione stood alert: shoulders back, chest out, legs spread, and eyes downcast. She heard Bellatrix’ heels click down the stone-floored corridor leading to the dungeon.



About ten minutes later, which seemed longer than it was, Bellatrix returned with a blindfold in hand.



“Do you trust me, my Pet?” Bellatrix said with a slightly sardonic smile.



Hermione shivered but replied, “Yes, Mistress.”



“You know you have your safe word— pickles?” Bellatrix confirmed.



“Yes, Mistress.”



Bellatrix slipped the blindfold over Hermione’s eyes and made sure it was secured around her head snugly.



“Is that too tight, Pet?”



“No, Mistress.”



“Excellent.”



Hermione could hear the smile in Bellatrix’ tone as she grabbed her hand and walked her to the dungeon. The next thing she knew she was being pushed into a chair, and felt her arms being duct-taped down to the chair arms. Her legs were then duct-taped to the chair legs. Hermione felt vulnerable, but strangely safe, knowing that Bellatrix would never hurt her severely enough to cause permanent damage. She sighed softly, already sinking into subspace, as she felt the thrill chase her arousal around her veins.



She heard the click of the leash clasp as it closed around the silver “O” ring of her collar. Bellatrix yanked on the collar, pushing Hermione’s torso slightly upward despite the restraints, and captured her mouth in a bruising, possessive kiss. Bellatrix made sure that Hermione knew exactly who owned her. Hermione felt her juices already soaking through her panties, and her breathing hiked almost to a pant as her heart rate accelerated. She could smell the heat of her sex as it wafted in the air. She was slightly embarrassed, but turned on even more by her scent.



Bellatrix pushed her away again and slowly ran her fingers down Hermione’s jaw line. Her fingers slowly caressed down her neck and chest, and she kissed the hollow between Hermione’s breasts. Hermione shivered and sighed slightly at Bellatrix’s uncharacteristic gentleness. She knew the roughness that would soon follow. Bellatrix growled slightly, unlacing the ribbons and almost ripping apart the bustier to get to Hermione’s skin. Bellatrix nipped at the younger woman’s collarbone, leaving traces of red lipstick, and raked her nails down Hermione’s pale stomach. These attentions caused Hermione to arch her back slightly and grip the chair with her fingers. Hermione moaned softly, still fighting the sounds that originated in her gut.



Bellatrix chuckled softly and kissed Hermione’s neck, streaking it crimson, and bit down gently. Bellatrix slowly increased the pressure of the bite on her lover’s neck. Her hands crawled up Hermione’s stomach and massaged the young woman’s breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. Hermione tried to fight the sharp moans and gasps that escaped her mouth, but resistance was futile. She felt the tingle spread through her limbs, threw her head back and called out.



“Fuuuck!”



Bellatrix let go of her hold on the other woman’s neck and breasts.



“Fight it, my little Gryffindor Princess.” Bellatrix ran her fingers gently through her lover’s hair, as if trying to soothe the younger woman. Hermione let out a breathy half-moan as her body tried to recover from the near-climax, and her mind tried to resist her body’s demand to cum. After Hermione’s body settled down enough, Bellatrix cooed.



“That’s my girl. You will be rewarded for your good behaviour tonight.”



Bellatrix lowered her head and took one of Hermione’s nipples in her mouth, leaving a ring of scarlet around the nipple. She licked and sucked on it, grazing her teeth against the sensitive nub. Hermione
moaned loudly, her head leaning back against the chair as she arched her back slightly.



“Yesss…” She hissed.



Bellatrix bit down on the sensitized nub, and Hermione let out a yelp as waves of pleasure started to flow through her again. Hermione felt hot liquid slowly roll down her thighs as she fought against her impending orgasm. Bellatrix released the nipple, blowing air softly against it. Hermione called out again her head thrashed back and forth and she clenched her hands against the chair’s arms.



“Fuuuck…” She rasped as Bellatrix watched her relinquish control over her body.



“That’s my good girl, I’m so proud of you. You’ll be able to cum soon.” Bellatrix soothed and kissed Hermione lovingly on the mouth with a light pressure and flicked her tongue against her full lips. Hermione opened her mouth and welcomed Bellatrix’ skilled tongue.



Bellatrix pulled away and grabbed her wand from a table. She waved her wand over the bindings and muttered a spell to release Hermione. Bellatrix yanked on the leash and Hermione fell forward on her hands and knees. Bellatrix smiled at the sight of Hermione kneeling in front of her. Bellatrix manoeuvred herself out of her thong and dropped it on the ground. She gently guided her young lover’s head to her folds by pulling up slightly on the leash, and held them open with two fingers.



“I want my Princess to respond to my needs,” Bellatrix commanded softly. Hermione leaned forward and buried her face in Bellatrix, colouring her lips as red as her smeared lipstick mouth. She licked Bellatrix’ slit before moving to her swollen clit and latched unto it ferociously. Hermione licked and sucked the bud and allowed her teeth to graze it. She left a ring of red around the sensitive little button.



“That’s my girl,” Bellatrix moaned softly, and allowed her head to fall backwards.



Hermione moved her mouth down one thigh and streaked it red as she kissed it, then licked her way back up. Hermione bit into where her inner thigh and pelvis met, and sunk her teeth into the skin. Bellatrix howled like a primal beast, her juices slowly starting to make their way down her thigh. Hermione slowly licked up the trail, back to Bellatrix’ crevice. Hermione stuck her tongue out as far in as it would go and lapped at Bellatrix’ inner core, finding the pulsing g-spot and stroking it with slow, soft strokes. Hermione lifted a hand and rubbed and pinched the older woman’s clit.



“That’s how you eat pussy,” Bellatrix moaned, her fingers entangled in the younger woman’s hair, gripping the curls as her climax became imminent. Hermione lifted her mouth slightly and slid three fingers inside Bellatrix. She bit down on her lover’s clit and finger fucked her lover’s cunt hard while hooking her fingers so they scraped her g-spot. Bellatrix moans turned almost to screams as she came hard, her liquid gushing out. She yanked Hermione out of her as her breathing slowed down.



Bellatrix slapped the younger woman across the face hard.



“You’re such a greedy bitch,” Bellatrix cooed. “Good girls eat cunt with delicate licks. Greedy slutty bitches eat pussy like they are starving and make a mess. You’re my slutty bitch, aren’t you?”



Hermione’s left cheek stung and she could feel the bruise already starting to rise. She smiled and licked her lips, tasting her Mistress’ salty-sweet liquid.



“Yes, Mistress. I’m your slutty bitch,” She replied, feeling her cheeks flush, but she was already too far gone to stop things now. She knew that her reward would be coming soon. She licked her fingers slowly of Bellatrix’s love juices.



Bellatrix yanked her to a standing position and lead her to the wall, pushing her back up against it. She chained Hermione’s ankles between an eighteen-inch spreader bar that was affixed to the wall, moving her arms above her head and wrapping them with thin chains that held her wrists stationary above her head but still allowed circulation. Bellatrix walked to the dungeon table and picked up a tube of red
lipstick. She slid the cap off, and walked slowly back to her prone pet.



Hermione shivered in anticipation. Was her Mistress going to be rough or gentle next? She tried to relax against her bonds and just wait as patiently as possible. Bellatrix bent over and wrote “Pain Slut” on Hermione’s left thigh. Hermione contemplated the soft texture of the lipstick and wondered vaguely what Bellatrix was using on her. On her right inner thigh Bellatrix wrote “Humiliation.” On Hermione’s stomach she wrote “Gryffindor Princess,” and on her chest “Property of Bellatrix Black.” Bellatrix stood back and admired her handiwork with a smile. She slid the lipstick cap back on and placed it back on the table.



Bellatrix knelt by Hermione and smoothed her gloved hand against Hermione’s thigh. Her fingers found her younger lover’s folds and pushed in slowly and then back out. Hermione gasped at the feel of the gloved intrusion and the tenderness of her lover. She continued the rhythm while she kissed the other thigh and bit down on it hard.



“Oh my God,” Hermione moaned loudly.



Bellatrix slowly increased the speed of her fingers, and removed her mouth, seeing the bruised skin. She smeared the words “Humiliation” with her mouth and, with her other hand rubbed out “Pain Slut.”



Still fucking her lover, Bellatrix stood up and captured Hermione’s mouth in a hard, passionate kiss. Hermione moaned loudly in Bellatrix’ mouth. Bellatrix wiped away “Gryffindor Princess” and fondled Hermione’s left breast with her right hand,twisting and pulling the nipple. She released Hermione’s mouth and ran her lips against “Property of Bellatrix Black.” Hermione cried out as Bellatrix increased the fury of her two fingers and added a third. Bellatrix ran her thumb against her lover’s engorged nub, rubbing it in small circles. Hermione started to cry out and shudder, moving as much as her restraints allowed her to.



“Mistress, can I cum now? Please and thank you,” Hermione wailed, her inner walls starting to clench around Bellatrix’s fingers.



“Yes my love, you can cum now,” Bellatrix cooed lovingly.



Hermione pushed down hard on Bellatrix’s fingers and exploded in a scream as her inner core pulsed and tightened. She felt her liquid drip out of her. Bellatrix removed her fingers. She removed Hermione’s blindfold, and kissed her lovingly.



“I love you.”



“I love you too,” Hermione replied her eyes slightly narrowed, trying to adjust to the light from the candles in the dungeon. Bellatrix waved her wand over the chains and they released her. She did the same to the spreader bar that kept her love spread-eagled. Hermione stumbled slightly out of the chains.



“How about a shower and then bed, my love?”



Hermione just nodded her head in reply. Bellatrix apparated to the master bathroom, and Hermione followed.