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Smell of Submission	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 308949 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 29
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A/N- My main note I want to let everyone know before you read this chapter is the wonderful Eclectic_Pet has offered her help as a beta. Her work is starting this chapter! So I must give many thanks to her for helping me make my work better! Other than that I am sorry for taking so long, but I think I am back on a roll, and may have a chapter for you weekly or so. That is my plan anyway! Hope you all enjoy the chapter!

hotflower901- He did, but one can hope they are wrong?
tinkerbabe7- I wouldn't actually say he is all that mad.. about being hit... that doesn't mean she won't be punished for it later...
Hilarity- I am sorry you have such a problem with the way Harry is working in this story. Your main question seems to be; what is Harry getting out of his relationships with the guys in the story so far? Harry isn't pushing his control on people who do not want it... yet.
red demon- Hermione is still working on accepting her place with Harry. Harry is already planning a punishment, but I will tell you that is not it.
zemfira- What message would that send to her, if Harry did not punish his slave for hitting him?
chm01- honest answer... I don't know yet...
Anon- Thanks, I will work on getting you another chapter soon!
Emmiey- I know this is not what you meant by soon... but here is an update!
Matt01- You are making me blush... thank you for the wonderful compliments.
pfeil- Harry is thinking the same thing... I think

Harry was sitting in Defense Against the Dark Arts class a few days after the incident with Hermione. He had decided it would be best if he gave her some room to cool off before he showed her what happens to slaves who punch their Masters. Both she and Ron hadn’t spoken to him since; he had to wonder what they thought of him now that they knew much more of the truth.
“Mr. Potter, you will see me after class.” The professor said which got Harry’s attention for the first time all class.
He glanced over to his best friend and his Treasure; he saw they were looking back at him and whispering. He decided it would have to end soon if he was going to keep his sanity, and his grades.
He wasn’t surprised he was being held after class because he hadn’t really been paying attention to a single thing Snape said, it was hard to focus when his mind kept drifting to ideas of what his friends were doing without him.
Soon the bell rang and with a sigh, he waited as everyone left the room. The Professor walked over to his own desk and sat down as the students filed out. When they had all left, he closed and locked the door with a flick of his wand, turning to Harry.
“Mr. Potter I think we have plenty to discuss.” He said and motioned Harry towards his desk. “I have decided the best way forward is to play a little game.”
“A game Professor?” Harry asked as he moved towards Snape’s desk. “What sort of game?”
“You may ask me a question and if I can answer it safely I will, but once I do, I will be permitted to ask you a question in return.”
“I guess that seems fair, but I go first.” Harry said and the Professor nodded his agreement. “How much do you and Dumbledore know about Malfoy’s plan to kill the Headmaster?”
“His actual plan? Very little, we know he’s going to try and let Death Eaters into the castle but we have no idea how he plans to do so.” The man said and tilted his head as he thought of what he wanted his first question to be. “How long have you had young women at this school doing your bidding?”
Harry smiled at the question. He hadn’t checked in with Cho in a few days so he had no idea that she had succeeded, but that was the only way Snape would have known.
“Since around the beginning of term.” He answered and was curious enough to wait for the next question he had planned to ask. “Did you enjoy her?”
Snape considered the question for a long moment before answering. “She was warm and young, but hardly my type. How are you gaining control of these girls?”
“They want to be controlled and I’m giving them what they want.” Harry answered easily. “What is your type?”
“Intelligent, submissive, you got those things right, but she has to be a masochist as well. I want her to enjoy my attention. Why do you care who I would prefer?”
“Honestly, I’m trying to recruit you into my own order, I want all my members to enjoy themselves and get what they desire. What is Dumbledore's plan to kill Voldemort?”
Snape flinched slightly at the use of the Dark Lord’s name. “I don’t have all the details, but as you may have guessed by your meetings with him he’s preparing you to hunt the rest of the pieces of the Dark Lord’s soul after he’s gone. What happened to you over the summer that gave you such a different outlook from the boy who left here last year?”
Harry paused at this question, he had to tread carefully as he didn’t want the source of his new power to be taken from him. “I found more confidence and a new way of fighting this war. The Headmaster isn’t planning on living past this year?”
“No, but I cannot tell you more of that plan as it risks lives. What are your plans to defeat the Dark Lord?” Snape asked slowly.
“I plan to get as many people on my side as possible, so he has no one left to stand on. I plan to know everyone’s move before they make it and have a clear and open view of the battlefield before I step upon it. I plan to decide my actions for myself. What could I do to get you on my side?”
“Tell me honestly where your change in personality came from, and always be honest with me from here on out.”
After a long moment of studying his professor Harry spoke. “Hermione gave me a very interesting birthday present.”

To his relief Professor Snape chose not to take his wand sheath, and actually promised not to tell anyone about it and the abilities it gave him. The older man did want some time to think about the story Harry had told him. He warned Harry that he might change his mind on this promise in the future. For now, though Harry didn’t have to worry, and had gained a powerful ally.
These thoughts were on his mind as he walked down to dinner that night. It was for this exact reason that when Hermione walked in with another man on her arm Harry didn’t notice immediately.
“Do you think they are dating now?” He heard one of the fifth years ask Ginny.
“No.” She snapped a little too quickly, which is what made Harry look up from his meal.
His eyes grew wide when he saw McLaggen with his slimy little arm around Harry’s Treasure. His fists clenched and he could feel his temperature rise as he decided how to best maim the filth that violated what should only be Harry’s.
“Harry?” Ginny asked with her voice low, he thought she might have been calling him for a few minutes now. “Harry, it isn’t what you think.” She said, touching his arm.
“Then what is it?” He asked through gritted teeth. He felt as if his blood was boiling and he wasn’t sure who would get hurt when he finally exploded.
“They are working on a project together for Ancient Runes.” She told him under her breath.
“Then why is his arm around her?” Harry snapped back, he hadn’t for a moment taken his eyes off the couple.
Ginny looked to them as well and bit her lower lip. “I think she may be trying to make you jealous.” She said timidly, trying not to upset him more.
“Jealous. I’ll show her jealous.” Harry spit and got up from the table before stomping out of the Great Hall.
He wanted to do violence to McLaggen, but he knew that wouldn’t help his cause with his Treasure. While he headed back to the abandon classroom he now thought of as his throne room a plan formed in Harry’s head.

Harry was writing at the desk when Tracey entered the room. When he didn’t look up, she lowered herself to all fours and crawled over to her Master. She knelt by his knee, waiting patiently for him to notice her.
He glanced down; he couldn’t get enough of the sight of one of his girl’s kneeling at his feet. “What do you need my sweet pet?” He asked as he brushed his fingers down her cheek.
“We all saw you leave dinner Master, I was just the one who won the draw.” She told him as she leaned into his hand. “Is there anything I can do to serve you Master?”
“Tell me Vixen, how are you so comfortable with your sisters?” Harry asked as he went back to his writing. He couldn’t place what exactly it was about his other girls that made them so free.
“Honestly Master?” She asked and looked up at him with a worried expression.
“Always with me pet, always.” Harry said giving her his full attention once again.
“At first, you didn’t matter to me, so why would I care if I had to share you?” She said before she looked down in embarrassment.
“Do I still not matter to you pet?” Harry asked as he sat back in his chair.
“No Master.” She said quickly looking up so he could see the sincerity in her eyes. “I care about you a great deal now. You’re my Master; I never wish to have another.”
“So then, how do you feel about your sisters now?” He asked petting her head to show he was pleased with her confession.
“I feel differently for each one Master, but you mean why do I not demand to be your one and only?” She asked a bit timidly.
“That is exactly what I’m asking.” Harry answered looking down into her eyes.
“It’s not my place Master. I can’t say that I’m not jealous when you give the others attention instead of me. But I would like to add that it helps when you do give me your attention, I always leave feeling special, feeling owned.”
“Do you have any thoughts of how I could apply such information to Treasure’s case?” Harry asked interested in what his pet had to say.
“I must admit Master, Whip, and I are angry with her. We don’t think she deserves you.” Tracey told him flushing a little. “She’s the one we all wish we were; she’s your favorite, your Treasure. She takes the place as if it means nothing; spitting in your face by letting another touch her without your permission.”
“I don’t think my Treasure fully understands her place, my pet.” He told her frowning.
She looked up at him with a confused expression on her face. “You make it so clear to the rest of us Master. If you wish to have her back…” She started as if she wasn’t sure Harry would want the other girl back. “...then you must make her place clear to her.”
“Very good advice pet.” Harry said and set the papers aside. “But I must ask why you think you have the right to clothes in this room.”
“I…wasn’t thinking Master.” She said then bit her lower lip.
“I’m not so sure you were not just looking to be punished. Do I need to show you your place now?” Harry asked as he wondered if he had been neglecting his other girls the last few days.
Before she could answer, his fingers moved into her hair so he could pull tightly on the black strands. “I think my wild little fox needs a lesson.” He said pulling her head back so that she had to look up at him.
“Just be careful you don’t get bit Master.” She said with a devious little smirk on her face.
“Is that so?” he asked as he pulled her hair just enough that her head was forced at an uncomfortable angle.
“That’s the risk of having a wild pet Master.” She said as she struggled against his hold a little.
“Maybe I should muzzle her.” He said using his free hand to open the desk and retrieve what he was looking for. Tracey whimpered at this idea, struggling a bit more against his hold.
Harry pulled a leather bit gag from the drawer and smiled over at his struggling pet. “I think this is just the thing my little Vixen.”
“I’ll be good Master, I promise.” She said in a tone that only promised more trouble.
“You will after the bit is in, I’m sure.” he told her and enjoyed the way she shivered in his grasp.
They both enjoyed as she struggled against his every move while he put the bit between her teeth locking it into place.
“Such a pretty little Vixen. Is my pet in heat, or should I just leash her and go back to my work?” He asked knowing she couldn’t answer with words. He watched as she struggled to show how much she wanted her Master. She nudged her head against his leg trying to tell him what she wanted.
He pulled a leash from the same drawer he got the bit from and hooked it to her collar. She whimpered around the gag as she obviously thought he would be tying her somewhere and not playing with her.
“Up on the desk pet.” he told her and helped climb onto the piece of furniture. He ran his hand down her clothed back and sighed contently. “I needed this.” He praised her before he stuck the handle of the lead to the desk, which forced her to stay on all fours.
“You know I’m not one that believes in putting clothes on their pets. It just seems ridiculous to me,” he told her as his hand moved up the back of her legs. “So the question becomes how do I remove them?” He asked pulling one of her shoes off. “Do I take them off gently and set them to the side so my pet can use them again, or do I rip them from her form and enjoy the sound of the fabric as it splits?”
Tracey growled around the bit in her mouth trying to pull her ankle out of his hands.
“It sounds like my pet doesn’t want to have to crawl back down to her room displaying her beautiful form to the rest of the student body.” He said laughing as he removed the other shoe before he ran his hands back up her legs and under her skirt.
“I’ll tell you, my sweet little Vixen, there are a few things you are not getting back,” he told her while his hand hooked into the elastic of her kickers. She growled again but Harry pulled the flimsy piece of undergarment without hesitation. With a short, loud ripping sound, she knew her knickers were nothing but a rag on the floor.
He continued to remove the rest of her clothes rather gently. He sat each new piece aside until she wore nothing but a bra, which had matched the knickers.
“Now, what to do with this?” he asked himself as his hand ran over the back strap of the lacy garment. Just as he was about to answer himself there was a loud knock at the door.
“Who would be down here? Do you think one of your sisters has come to play?” He asked Tracey frowning deeply. Tracey looked back at the door and shook her head.
“Kneel.” He ordered before he went to see who was at the door. Without thought, Tracey moved her legs forward so she could kneel in the proper position for a pet.
Once he was sure she was sitting properly, he opened the door slightly to see who was knocking. The blond haired smirking boy that greeted him was a bit of a surprise.
“Draco? What do you need? How did you know I was down here?” Harry asked with a frown.
“I followed you a few nights back. I need to talk to you about a little problem I’m having.” He said before he looked up and down the hall. “Can I come in?”
“Fine, but don’t touch anything.” Harry said before he moved out of Draco’s way.
It took only a moment for the tall Slytherin to notice his classmate leashed to the desk, but once he did, he could not pull his eyes away.
“Well isn’t this a small world.” He said as he smirked over at Harry. “My little problem is her Master.”
“I’m her Master.” Harry said with a warning in his voice.
“I’m getting that. I meant her ex Master, Nott.” Draco told Harry without taking his eyes off Tracey.
“What is your issue with him?” Harry asked then went back over to Tracey so he could run his hands down her form to remind her who she belonged to.
“Well I think, he thinks I’m you. I mean he thinks I’m the one who has claimed Tracey here. So he’s trying to get in my way wherever he can.”
“It’s endangering your work?” Harry asked acting as if having Tracey on the desk was a perfectly natural part of the conversation.
“Very much so, I wouldn’t have come to you if it wasn’t. I was going to ask for your help to find out who really had claimed little Tracey…” Draco started before Harry interrupted him.
“Vixen.” He said simply.
“What?” Draco asked in a confused tone.
“Her name is Vixen.” Harry told him and leaned down to give her shoulder a reassuring kiss.
“Vixen, I like it, but that doesn’t help us now. I’m sure you don’t want to be outed as a Master.” Draco pointed out.
“I’m going to need someone to play the role of my public face soon.” Harry said more to himself than to anyone in the room.
“What do you mean?” Draco asked suspiciously.
“This Order I’m starting, those within it will follow me, but those not on the inside cannot know I’m in charge. It would hurt my reputation with the masses, and that’s not something he wants right now.” Harry pointed out.
“So you want me to be the face?” Draco asked with a deep frown.
“No, it’s too common of knowledge that you are on Voldemort’s side. It has to be someone who seems neutral.”
“So Blaise.” Draco offered with a firm nod. “Zabinis have a long reputation for their neutrality.”
“Bring him here tomorrow night after dinner and we’ll figure out exactly how we want to introduce him. When we do, we can make it seem like Vixen here belongs to him. It will get Nott off your back, yes?” Harry asked as the gears worked in his brain.
“Yes, that should work, but it will put him on Blaise’s.” Draco reminded Harry as if he didn’t know.
“Yes, but by then it will be known that Blaise has a following under him. Enough so that I’m sure Nott would fear making a move against him.” Harry said then looked back to his pet. “Do you need anything else; I’m a bit busy at the moment.”
“Yeah. No, I think I’ve got it. I’ll meet you back here tomorrow night, with Blaise.” He said before he left Harry and his pet alone once again.
“I want all the girls here tomorrow night as well.” He told Tracey as his fingers ran up her neck and along her jaw. “I’m putting you in charge of making sure they get here.”
She nodded her understanding. Harry smiled down at her and sighed. “I think it’s about time everyone meets. Now where were we?” He asked as he thought of all the things he could do with his pet in that moment. “Foreplay.” He reminded himself with a smile.
“Get back on your hands and knees.” Harry commanded and watched as she moved back into the correct position.
A shiver went down Tracey’s spine as she waited for her Master to make his next move. “How does one best discipline a wild animal?” He asked himself to draw out her anticipation.
His hand ran down her back and over her ass until it found that perfect little spot between her legs. He smiled as he gently teased her body. His fingers played, but never touched the spot she wanted him most.
When he pulled his hand away, he licked her juices from his middle digit and smiled at the taste. “You taste as sweet as ever my little pet.” he teased her as he denied her what she really wanted. “Do you want to feel your Master inside of you?” he asked the gagged girl.
She moaned and nodded, rolling her hips to show him how much she wanted him in that moment.
“If only you were a good little fox that I could reward with my cock.” He told her sounding mournful over lost pleasure for her. “No, this little fox isn’t going to get to feel her Master any more tonight.” He said as he moved away from her so he could move a chair to where she could see it.
“I think this is the only way my little Vixen will learn to be a good pet.” He said as he sat down in the chair and undid his pants. He released his excited member watching as she looked at it wantonly.
“You know this is all for you, my beautiful little Vixen. You have done this to me with your form and struggle.” He told her as he ran his hand down the length of his wood.
“Oh how I want to climb up onto that desk and let you feel it against your leg before I give you the pleasure you desire.” He stated, his hand constantly moving up and down as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to her.
“I would fuck you like the wild animal you are. If you hadn’t paraded around in here with clothes on I would have rutted with you until you couldn’t walk tomorrow,” he told her as his hand movements got faster.
She moaned, his words only making her want what was in his hand all the more.
“But I think now you will know better, won’t you Vixen? You’ll know that breaking such rules only gets you and your Master a night of unfulfilled passion.” He asked her as he kept his eyes on her face. He enjoyed the fact her gaze never left his manhood.
When he could feel his own release on the verge of coming, he stood and sprayed his seed all over her face and hair. She whimpered trying to pull away, the leash keeping her from getting too far.
“Do you know better now Vixen?” Harry asked once he had caught his breath.
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