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Heart, Mind, and Body	By : vivmiller Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12074 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Heart, Mind, and Body
- 2-The Others Fall In
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Second A/N: So sorry everyone about this. The story is now edited. Lesson learned. No
more posting at 3AM. And thank you everyone for the reviews already. You have made my day.

A/N: Thanks so much to my reviewers sheedy, Voracious Reader, Hermione Snape, Megan and
AmeeLynn, for the kind words and encouragement. I was blushing. And giggling.
Reviews are officially better than chocolate.

And now on with the story!

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The mind is a tricky thing. A human brain's ability to learn depends on the quality of
elasticity. Which is the speed and ease that new pathways between neural networks are
formed. In layman's terms this means that old dogs can learn new tricks...as long as they
keep learning those new tricks.
My brain is very elastic. I am a very fast learner and I take great joy in pleasing my
teachers. Call me a 'brown noser' or 'teacher's pet' all you want, but I not ashamed by my
need to learn...to please...to belong.
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It has been three weeks since we have begun our trysts, Miss Granger and I, and I have
planned for tonight to be particularly challenging...for us both. A test if you will. If
she is ready for the next step in our relationship then she will have proven to be an apt
pupil and companion. If she is not...then I have failed in my efforts to train her mind and
gain her trust.

Even the image of her patiently waiting for me - on her knees, legs spread wide, head
bowed, hands at the small of her back - is titillating beyond belief. Oh yes, this will be
a challenge for us both.

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There is something different about him tonight. The unusually loud breathing and his
restless pacing before me is making me slightly uneasy. I'm used to this by now, the
submissive position that he so carefully taught me. I don't think I need to remind you how
much I like learning do I? He has been an excellent instructor.

That sibilant whisper in the dark is reassuring as the familiar leather mask covers my
upper face, blocking sight and smell, though not sound. The frustrating but erotic ball gag
is forced between my teeth and strapped by invisible hands around the back of my already sweaty
neck and pulled uncomfortably snug. With the exception of my hearing I am completely
isolated from my environment. No distractions. No escape. This is where it becomes
challenging. Can I truly give myself over to him? Trust Him? Become...his?
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Now with the preliminaries over and we have both settled into familiar and friendly
routines it is time to change the game. A flick of ebony wand and the conjured device is
lowered from the ceiling. It is a metal pipe, one metre high, one end of which is attached perpendicularly to the
center of another one metre long metal pipe in an inverted "T". There is an intricate series
of shackles at the ends of the pipes and where they join. Its design was meant for absolute
immobilization. Complete vulnerability. We shall see.

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His sultry baritone warning not to move triggers my body's stillness. My body is well
trained. Oh yes. Supple leather shackles grasp my wrists and pull them up over my head until
I am hanging by them. More shackles reach around my angles and instead of separating, they
draw them in until I'm sitting on them and another shackle forms around each leg by the hip,
tightly attaching my ankles to the bottom of my buttocks. Already I have no control over my
lower body at all and I am helplessly dangling by my wrists until again, shackles reach around
my knees and begin to pull them apart. And apart and apart. Until I think that my hips will
dislocate. He is obviously taking care though, as the stretch stops just short of
excrutiating.

The pain is radiating from my hips and pelvis, though my shoulders are feeling some strain
as well. The gag is causing me to drool on myself and...merlin help me, but I can feel his
yes on me and I am hotter than I have ever been.

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A single drop of sweat trails from one rounded breast along the contours of her ribs to
the flat plane of her abdomen, until it reaches the top of one thigh and rolls into the
folds of her hairless exposed cunt. There is a sheen to her taut skin that is mirrored on my own
covered flesh. Flexing muscles, quickening breaths, and increasingly loud whimpers are all
signs that she is ready to begin.

"My dear. Tonight, as you have surely surmised by now, will be a turning point. After this
evening's lesson one of two things shall come to pass. One: you shall be irrevocably mine
to have and to care for from this point onwards. You shall abide with me in my quarters. You
will allow me to provide for you. We will continue our 'lessons' for both our pleasures. I can
promise that every need you shall ever have will be fulfilled to the best of my abilities. Not
for a single moment will you regret your decision to become my own."

"Or Two: We shall end our agreement after this night and become merely colleagues. Have no
fear that I shall - in any way - feel negatively towards you or show you any disrespect if
this is the outcome of our activities this night."
"At some point during this encounter I will pose you a single question. All I ask is that
you answer me honestly. And with that...let us begin..."
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His low voice, like cocoa and smoke, continues his monologue. "I am going to push you
tonight my dear. Have you ever heard of a 'zipper', girl?"

A sharp rough pinch on the delicate skin of my outer breast takes my breath away.

Most people would say that pain looks like the grimace on the face of a beaten and bloodied
face or a mother on her knees in grief at the loss of a child. If anyone were to ask me what
pain looks like I would have to say that it is the flash of lights on the back of your eyelids
that only comes when the pain is so sharp as to overwhelm your senses. Until those pinpoints
of light are the single occupation of your entire soul. Of course I have accused of being
melodramatic and overly verbose at times.
Another pinch very close to the first exacerbates the singular point of fire...and then
another...and another. Slowly I begin to understand what is happening. In a tightly
spiralling line, he is winding what feels like a line of fire from the outer edge
of one breast inwards to my nipple. I am struggling to control my breathing...to focus my
mind - not on the almost consuming fear that this time the pain will not stop - but on
the lovely flashes of light on the back of my eyelids.
That is, until the edge of what feels to be a very large bore needle starts to slip through
my nipple from one edge of the aereola to the other.
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There are tears seeping from under the leather mask covering her eyes now and the
little whimpers are now gasping keening cries that she drags around the gag that is creasing
her lovely flushed cheeks. Her already straining body, held in this impossibly constrictive
device is now trembling with the urge to fight. To escape the pain.
The zipper is an incredibly evil contraption that I have experienced myself in various
forms, which involves a length of cord or wire, usually about a meter to two meters in length,
upon which is threaded a multitude of tiny clamps or clothes pins. For aesthetic reasons I
have chosen to use the tiny dark-steel clamps. That have teeth. Push.
The slender needle which has been threaded carefully under her nipple is soon joined by
several more in a basket weave pattern which raises her reddened and distended nipple even
further from her breast. Push. Tiny droplets of blood trickle along her heaving ribs to
decorate the cold black marble floor a meter beneath her dangling body.
"Be calm, be calm. You are mine and I shall care for you. Trust in me. Be calm, be
calm..." My whispered words become a mantra as I pet her hair and shivering back. Here is the
real test.
And Success! My own body trembles in anticipation as she masters her own and calms her
breathing. The tears are ceasing and that desperate keening becomes a muted whimper. Her
reaction is almost too good to be true. Could she actually trust me?
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Words of calm and words of praise flow from his lips and I can feel his warm breath on my
neck. I believe him...and as my body automatically begins to calm itself, my mind quietens as
well.
"Lovely...thank you. I shall give you warning now, about what is to happen to your body
next, in reward for your faith in me. Take a long deep breath. This is going to hurt you."
Excruciating pain hits me in a wave and I almost don't recognize what is causing it. It
feels like thousands of teeth are biting into my already abused and sensitized nipple, enveloping it, crushing and grinding.

I can not hold back my screams and my body spasms in shock. To the right of my ear I can
hear him whispering to me, "...more than this. This is the brightest pain you shall ever feel
at my hands. It shall never hurt more than this. Breath deeply. Come back to me. We are
not done yet...your other breast has been sadly ignored."
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As I finish setting the second zipper onto her flesh I am free to admire the beauty of my
creation. Each nipple is crowned with a crystaline butterfly. The legs of which are buried
deeply into the tender flesh of her nipples and the tails are attached to the fine chain of
the zipper. The spiraling bits of metal are twinkling in the candlelight as she breathes.
Hermione is completely calm now. The odd shiver of her skin and continued deep breathing,
the only clues to the continuous agony that her mind is processing. She is without a doubt the
finest student of the sexual rites that I have ever seen. She is on the brink now. We are
almost there. Just one more push.
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It is possible to be blinded by pain. The pinpoints of light have become a pulsating cloud
of refracted light. Snow blind. My physical body is almost beyond my mind's comprehension. And
yet I trust him. I think I trust him more now. The once cold of the metal frame against my
spine is warm and slick now from my skin. The once comforting leather bands holding my legs open
are damp, sticky, and beginning to chafe. My whole face aches from the pressure of the gag.
And of course my breasts are on fire. His voice and scent are the only things that are keeping
me grounded. They are enough.
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For the final stage I remove my robes and gloves. The last toy for this test is heavy. It
looks like something that you would find in a muggle mechanic shop. Or a wizarding dungeon. It
is called the "Pear of Anguish." Of course this is a wizarding device not the poor simple
muggle version. The pear shaped metalic mechanism is blunted and bulbous on one end with a
handle at the other end and a knob. As I hold the widest end against her vulnerable cunt, I
close my eyes and take a breath. This is the last test. With a firm push the ten inch long
object is embedded deep inside her and her shock is palpable, though she is silent. Push.
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It is a shock, though not a painful one, when the cold metal is thrust into me. I am
patient...and already wet. Somehow my body has confused pain with pleasure and despite the
mind's protesations, is ready for more. And more there is. Slowly the metal object inside of me
is separating from itself and is getting wider...and hollow? A strange sensation until I
realize that it is stretching my entrance even more widely than the inside of me. I feel close
to tearing before the incredible stretching stops and I feel a sharp prick on the inside of my
entrance. Dear merlin, is he going to do to my cunt what he did to my nipples?
As suddenly as that thought crosses my mind a switch is flipped somewhere else and no longer
do I shy away from the pain nor do I embrace it. The pain is mutated into pure pleasure as I
feel that needle slide through my most tender skin. Orgasm explodes out of my overused body and
leaves me shaking and moaning - grateful for the bonds that keep me upright. I have pushed
back.
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She is amazing. With her cunt stretched open before me to facilitate this last marking of
flesh I can literally see her juices forming and draining to the floor below. See her delicate
walls contracting and trembling around the pear. Her moans resound through her body as I
witness the culmination of my handiwork. The runes that I have tattooed to the inside of her
channel are simple. They consitute a bond. A slave bond. Once activated it becomes immutable
and eternal. Only the death of either party could possibly break it.
My pale scarred flesh is unworthy of her beauty but my skill in these arts are what she
truly desires. Will she agree?
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When the world reforms itself around me I notice that my gag has been removed and he has
risen and is standing in front of me. After removing the object from my passage his next words do not shock me. They are anticipated...and
welcomed.
"Hermione. Lovely. Your education in these matters are
culminated in this moment. Here is the question. Answer whatever is in your heart. Your
honesty is necessary for both of our happinesses from this point on..."
I must admit to holding my breath in anticipation of his question, the silence unbearable.
"Will you stay with me as my bonded slave?"
My answer explodes out my newly freed mouth, "YES!" and the hood over my face is removed.
As his eyes, like black diamonds, meet my own I feel - for the first time - his hot hard shaft
plunge inside me. Just him. As my body begins to roll into another tidal wave of passion he
whispers one word, "together," in my ear and with a murmer the crystaline butterflies that I am
seeing for the first time leap off of my body dragging the zippers with them. The agony
becomes pleasure becomes a wall of light in my mind. As the world fades from my consciousness
I become faintly aware of Severus shouting and pouring his seed inside me...sealing both of our
fates. The warmth of the bond activating is the last thing my mind recognises
before darkness, finally, overtakes me. His.

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Well, that's it for this fic. I hope everyone likes it. I wanted to do something short
that I knew I could finish for this initial attempt. I've got to say I have a multitude of
plot bunnies running through my head right now so I'm looking forward to starting another
one soon. Thanks again to my reviewers. Let me know what you think of the fic now that it's
complete? I'd love your input. Until I started writing this embarrasingly short fic I never
quite realized how difficult it could be to get accurate continuity and plot structure (if it
actually could be said to have plot). My respect for writers has gone completely through the
roof.
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