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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter Two
She couldn’t believe she was contemplating doing this. She stared at the front of the secret-kept building for the last hour. It was not the first time she had arrived here over the past two weeks only to stand outside the place shaking like a leaf. The building was industrial, dark grey stone with a darker metal roof. The windows had prison bars over them and the front door was heavy and metallic with large riveted bolts framing the edge and the window. She had watched a few people enter this evening, and knew the window slid open. There appeared to be a password. She hoped that the business card she held plus the names she had were enough to get her in.
Because she was going in tonight. She had to. She had so many questions. So many desires. She had researched to her fullest extent since her chance encounter and discovered the not-so-hidden world of Domination and submission. Not to mention bondage, role play, punishment, electric stimulation, toys she could have never imagined, public humiliation, exhibitionism, and the list went on.
The one she was most intrigued with was the act of being a submissive. Of getting to let go. Of not having to be in control. She replayed the spanking she watched Rose receive from Master Etan in her minds-eye over and over again. Each time it made her more wet than the last.
She sucked in a deep breath and started for the door.
The wizard watched her warily through his magical security cameras. This was not the first time the Granger girl had shown up here, standing outside like a mouse caught in wandlight. He was curious at what a chit like that would be doing at a place like this. Part of him watched her in hopes she would come in to his establishment, the other part watched her in hopes she would Disapparate and not ever return. The little know-it-all had been a right thorn in his side for seven years of his miserable existence – he’d had enough.
However…the thoughts of her being interested in this world – a world in which he controlled with an iron fist – was extremely intriguing. Especially if she could be talked into a go with him. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the bragging rights of giving it to the Golden Girl? The Princess of Gryffindor Tower? To be the first to welcome her to the darker side of sexual pleasures? To sate her know-it-all tendencies and actually…teach her it all? He’d had his share of primary introductions to this world, all of them memorable in their own right. Nothing and no one would compare to taming this little lioness – that was, if she was of a submissive nature. Anything else would not fulfill his Dominant tendencies. Ah, who was he kidding. Tendencies. He was Dominant through and through.
His stomach leapt and he felt his face twist into a lopsided smirk as he watched her approach the door for the first time since he had seen her loitering almost two weeks ago. It appeared she had finally gotten that Gryffindor courage screwed to the sticking point.
He clicked the magical walkie-talkie at his hip and his silky voice could be heard over the bouncer feed. “Curly haired witch in her late twenties is about to enter. If she doesn’t have the password or names to drop, let her in anyway. If she does have either of those things, I want to know.”
He heard an affirmative to his directive and quickly made his way out to the bar. “Johnathan.” He motioned for the bartender to come chat with him for a moment. “There’s a curly haired brunette in her late twenties is coming in. I’m assuming she’ll be stopping here. Talk her up, I want to know her story. When you get it, come find me.”
“Yes, sir,” Jonathan answered with a smirk. It was an odd request, but every once in a while, the Master would take a fancy to a new witch and demand he be the first to bring her further into this delicious world of debauchery.
“If our illustrious benefactor shows tonight, don’t say a word,” the wizard called over his shoulder. He didn’t need an affirmation. His staff knew who was really in charge around here, even if the money came from elsewhere.
Hermione raised her hand and tapped timidly on the door. Her heart was pounding in her throat, she could barely breath – she felt like she was going to pass out.
“Welcome to The Dungeon. Password, please.” The tone of the man was gruff, but polite. Hermione bit her lip and didn’t miss the way the man’s eyes darkened and dropped to her mouth. Her throat went dry and she swallowed hard, trying to get her voice to work.
“Miss?” The wizard questioned.
“I don’t have a password,” she finally managed to whisper, her voice trembled violently. “Rose and Master Etan gave me this card…” She trailed off, flipping the card into his line of sight. She noted his eyes widen slightly and he looked down, seemingly studying something.
A moment later the door creaked open and she was gestured inside. The lights were dim and the music soft and welcoming. She glanced around the space and realized she was in a cloak room. A witch in a stunning Slytherin green Basque was standing at a counter. She beckoned Hermione forward and she took a cautious step, taking in the woman’s figure. She was the epitome of perfection. Her skin was a deep, golden caramel and her hair and eyes such a dark brown they were almost black. She had a full, pouty bottom lip and thick curly lashes that only accentuated her high cheek bones and almond shaped eyes.
The Basque was embroidered with a black lace design, black piping followed the edges and from her cleavage to her pubic bone were black laces. Around her middle was a silk black ribbon, tied in a bow to one side. She was wearing plain, silk black knickers and thigh high fishnet stockings which were clipped to the bodice. There were small silk bows, also in ebony, on each stocking on the outer thigh. She took Hermione’s cloak with a smile, her eyes trailing down the curly haired brunette’s slender, form fitting gown, before raising an eyebrow in apparent appreciation. This made Hermione blush, which only deepened when the witch smirked and turned to hang her cloak with a wave of her wand, revealing two perfectly round buttocks separated by a thin string of black. She swallowed again and tried to stop her trembling by clasping her hands in front of her.
Hermione had chosen her dress carefully tonight. It was a very form fitting silk in deep crimson, off the shoulder with long sleeves that fell to mid-thigh. She’d left her hair loose, but tamed. Large, thick ringlets fell down her back and over her shoulders. Quite different from the tight chignon she usually wore at the nape of her neck. She had used a lengthening charm, making her hair cascade all the way to her waist, tickling the top of her bum. She felt sexy, but comfortable. It was a dress that brought her great confidence. She had chosen silk pantyhose in nude with a pair of black kitten heels with a pointed toe and a bow. Her makeup was natural except for a Smokey eye and dark red lipstick. She wore no jewelry…and no undergarments. She was being carefully optimistic.
“I-I’ve never been here before,” she said softly to the dark-haired witch. She realized now she was wearing a name badge that simply said “Lola” on it.
“I can tell,” Lola smirked. “Watch yourself, the wizards here will eat you alive if you can’t hold your own. Some of the witches, too.”
“Let’s not scare her off, Lola.” Came a deep, resonate voice. Hermione whirled and came face to face with … a mask. There was a man behind it, however. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”
“Um,” Hermione bit her lip again and had to stifle a choke of laughter as both Lola and the masked wizard dropped their gaze to the provocative gesture. “I would rather not divulge my name just yet.” The confession was soft, but she could sense a raised eyebrow behind the mask.
“You’re joking, right?” Lola snickered. “We should find her a mask, then, Master. Otherwise everyone will know the female third of the Golden Trio has arrived. They’ll all want a piece of her.”
Hermione took a step back in surprise. How could she have been so stupid?
“I should go,” she whispered, quickly turning back to Lola. “My cloak, please?”
“No, no.” The deep baritone of the man behind her literally sent shockwaves of heat down her spine. She glanced up to her right to find the man towering over her. Her mouth went dry. “This will do, Miss Granger.”
There was a delicate flip of a wrist and then the silky-voiced man was holding a Zoro mask. “Simply say sigillum and the mask will seal itself to your face. When you are through with it, only your voice will be able to release it by saying reseranda.”
Hermione stared at the mask unblinkingly for a breath of time before slowly reaching out to take it from the wizard. Instead, he stepped closer to her, effectively invading her personal space. He used his fingers to push her hair off her shoulders gently, teasingly, allowing the tresses fall down her back before sliding the mask into place. She didn’t breathe and his thumbs smoothed the mask to her face and his fingers cupped her cheeks, leaving a trail blazoned with fire. She shivered with pleasure.
“Say the magic word, Miss Granger.” His voice rumbled and her tongue came out to dart over dry lips.
“Sigillum,” she whispered and felt the mask seal itself around her eyes and over her nose like a vacuum.
“Lovely,” he murmured, pulling a curl back over her shoulder and letting it go to watch it bounce and curve around her breast. She felt her breath hitch and forced herself to push it out and pull another slowly back in. This man was utterly captivating.
“Thank you, Lola.” The man said dismissively as he dropped a flat palm to Hermione’s lower back to guide her in to what looked like a bar.
“You’re welcome, Master,” Lola replied, a smile in her voice.
“I’ll leave you to acquaint yourself with your surroundings, Miss,” he said cordially as he pulled a stool out for her. “Johnathan.” He signaled the bar tender with a lift of a strong jaw. “Will get you whatever you need.”
“Thank you,” Hermione whispered. She watched as he turned to leave and, unable to stop herself, reached out and grasped his wrist. Dark eyes flashed as they met hers and she quickly let go. Apparently being grabbed was not something he was comfortable with. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said quickly. Immediately taking on a demure tone. “I did not mean to be rude.”
“You’ll have to watch yourself around here, Miss.” Gods his voice was sexy as hell…and oddly familiar. “Such gestures will get you put over a knee faster than you can blink.”
Hermione felt her heart skip a beat before dancing into double time. The words escaping his mouth instantly caused her libido to raise its sleepy head. He took in her dazed expression as her lips parted. She seemed to have lost her voice. Hmm…somebody wants a spanking. He attempted to hold back his smirk, but failed miserably.
“I am sorry, sir,” she finally managed, unable to meet his eyes. “I was just wondering if Rose or Master Etan were here?”
“I’m sorry to say they are not. You’ll have to try and catch them another night.” His answer was crisp. He didn’t know if Etan had brought Granger into his and Rose’s circle already or if they had just offered to introduce her around. He wanted to know her story before moving forward. “Enjoy your evening.” He gave her calm nod and spun on his heel. Leaving without a backward glance.
Hermione watched the tall figure retreat with a slight sense of disappointment. Her attraction to him had been almost instantaneous – and she thought it had been mutual. What did she know, though? A dozen failed relationships probably meant she was terrible at reading men. She turned to the bartender and asked for a butterbeer. The average height, sandy-blond haired man obliged happily and then proceeded to talk her ear off as she people watched.
The bar was not very busy, only about a half dozen people, and there were two wizards staffing it. Both wore Slytherin green dress shirts with black trousers. There were a few waitresses milling around – all in the same Basque as the one Lola had been waring at the cloak check. She watched as they disappeared and reappeared through doors at opposite ends of the room. Leaving with full trays and coming back with empty ones.
After some polite pleasantries with Jonathan, she started asking questions.
“I thought this was a BDMS club,” she said softly. The bartender quirked an eyebrow at her as he pointedly watched a man in leather pants lead a witch in nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and heels past them through one of the doors the waitresses had gone through by a tether that was connected to a collar at her neck.
“It is.” Is said dryly. Hermione flushed.
“How come there’s no one…well. You know.”
“Ah.” He smirked. “Most of that happens in the Dungeon.” A wink when she looked confused. “In the basement, sweetheart,” he clarified for her with a small smile. “All the public forum and private rooms are downstairs. There are suites upstairs geared towards specific fetishes. Something you’re into particularly?”
This was it. Hermione took a deep breath and let it out on a whoosh. “I don’t know.” She answered honestly, knowing her eyes were wide and her lips were trembling. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
Jonathan froze in apparent surprise in the act of wiping a glass. “Tell me you’re not a virgin. How old are you? Twenty-five?”
Hermione couldn’t help herself, she giggled. This man was very easy to talk to. “Twenty-seven,” she answered, still chortling. “And no, I’m not a virgin. I’ve just never done anything that wasn’t…well. Vanilla is the appropriate term, yes?”
“Christ. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with this place, do you?” He said it with a grin as he plopped an elbow down on the counter and dropped his chin into it. He frowned as his name was called from the opposite side of the bar and held up a finger to her, indicating he needed a minute. She nodded, distracted as a very tall, well-built man seemed to be approaching her. He looked to be about her age, maybe a little older, blonde, with a goatee. He was wearing a royal blue button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of black slacks. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a smattering of chest hair and a glimpse of hard muscle.
She froze in the act of bringing her butterbeer to her lips when she realized he was actually coming to speak with her.
“Fresh meat,” he said slyly, sniffing the air around her like some absurd predator.
“Excuse me?” Hermione didn’t even attempt to hide her offense.
He gave her a devilish grin, a dimple appearing in one cheek. His teeth were gorgeous, and as the daughter of not one – but two – dentists, she approved whole-heartedly, even if his approach left something to be desired.
“You’re new here,” he stated the obvious. It took every ounce of control not to roll her eyes at him. “Can I interest you in some play time, tonight?”
Hermione felt herself blanch, her mouth popping open in surprise. Apparently, he wasn’t going to beat around the bush. Luckily, Jonathan came to her rescue.
“Back off, Deco,” the bartender said with an indulgent smile. “The new girl is just here to ask questions tonight. She has no idea what she’s in for. She’s definitely not ready for the likes of you!”
This made Hermione a smidge defensive. She’d never gone into any situation completely unprepared. “Well, I’m not entirely ignorant. I’ve done some research -”
Jonathan couldn’t help it, he started guffawing. Only laughing harder when Hermione gave him a completely affronted look. “Oh, honey. I’m sorry. I promise I’m not laughing at you. I’m just surprised. Research!”

Deco, at hearing she was just here for a question and answer night, immediately lost interest and ambled away to a couple of young woman who were sitting at a booth behind the bar. Hermione let him go without another thought.

“We don’t get many people come in here off the street without knowing exactly what they’re walking into. Tell me how you heard about this place.” Jonathan continued, still grinning like the Cheshire cat.
Hermione let his words sink in for a few moments before answering. “I walked in on Master Etan spanking Rose in the lady’s at Patronus two weeks ago. Something just sort of…clicked in me. I lost myself for a moment, responding to his directives without a second thought. When they invited me to join them, though – I panicked. Rose was able to calm me down enough to give me a card and tell me to seek her – them – out if I wanted to ask questions.”
Jonathan’s face to on an increasingly surprised expression the more she talked. “I kinda just dove into research. I like researching things. I came tonight hoping their offer still stood. I’m ready to experience.”
That made him straighten up with a smirk. “And what did your research lead you to believe?”
“That…well. I think I’d could be…that is.” She broke herself off, pulling in her courage before spitting out in a rush. “I think I might be sexually submissive.”
Johnathan contemplated her quietly for a moment, a distant look coming to his eyes. “It’s a hell of a thing to find out, yeah?” He finally said. “Has your love life ever been good?”
Hermione felt herself blush fiercely and avoided making eye contact. “It’s not…it’s not that it hasn’t been good…it just hasn’t been…” She couldn’t seem to continue.
“Explosive? Earth shattering? Moving?”
“Yes…” she breathed. “None of those things. It’s almost…a chore.” She cringed as she saw his eyes widen. “I’m just hoping to find someone safe to talk to and maybe have an experience or two with. To help me figure this out.”
She was distracted for a moment when Deco and the two girls he had been propositioning sprung to their feet and headed to the doors she had seen lead up, to the fetish rooms, apparently. The girls were giggling in each other’s ears, their arms entwined. She watched, wide-eyed as one lunged suddenly, pulling the other into a heated snog before pulling away again and laughing some more as the trio disappeared through the door.
“Well, Poppet, I know just the man. You want me to get him?”
Hermione’s mouth popped open in surprise. Did she want him to get a Dominant who would be willing to talk to and teach a complete stranger? She took a moment to chew that over before answering him.
She had come here tonight because her sex life had left her quite literally dry over the last eight years. She could get herself off with little trouble, but nothing about sex with other people even remotely excited her. She felt like it should have gotten better by now, but it hadn’t. The fifteen minutes of her existence that had been spent in the presence of a Dominant with his submissive was the most intoxicating of her life. She knew she wanted to be taught, that she wanted to experiment. She knew that there were formal trainings and presentations for submissives – if she was indeed sexually submissive. If she could find a good Dominant that she clicked with and would be willing to train her, she might be able to find what she needed if she were then presented to the D/s community.
And what was it she wanted? An amazing sex life, a real relationship, perhaps a marriage…children. The last word was a longing. She wanted a family. She knew she could never tie herself to a man she wasn’t sexually compatible with, though. In her experience, having a poor sex life meant the relationship would not solidify. Just look at her and Ron. They loved each other deeply – he was her best friend. They got on well enough. They were both passionate people. They respected each other. The only thing that had ever been wrong with their relationship was the abysmal sex life they shared. There had been no spark, no satisfaction. Well…maybe there had been for him, especially at the beginning. For her, it had really never been all that exciting…or satisfying.
“Yes, Jonathan,” she answered after her long pause. “I would like you to get him.”
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Reseranda – unseal
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission