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The Happy Hotwives of Hogsmeade	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 37875 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 2 — Ginny and Harry, Part 1

The aftermath of the Second Wizarding War, as it came to be called, was one of almost constant celebration. The rash of accompanying marriages surprised no one. Harry Potter, the hero of the war, had proposed to Ginny Weasley the very day that he defeated the Dark Lord. The engagements of, among others, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, and Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom, had followed shortly thereafter. When all six returned to Hogwarts for their seventh year, special rules had been implemented to keep pre-marital activity to a minimum. So it was that all six of them graduated from Hogwarts as virgins.

As close friends sometimes do, they elected on a shared wedding to take place immediately after graduation. The old Potter estate proved suitable grounds, and the celebrations that followed were legendary. The three couples settled quickly into married life. Harry began a career as an auror, Ginny gained a chaser position with the Hollyhead Harpies, Hermione took a position in the Ministry of Magic as a Special Junior Aide to the Minister, Ron went to work with George at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, Luna enrolled in an advanced charms course at the urging of Professor Flitwick (who was already eyeing her as his replacement), and Neville accepted a position as Deputy Groundskeeper and Greenhouse Manager at Hogwarts.

With Harry and Ginny based in the Bath countryside, Ron and Hermione in London, and Luna and Neville living near Inverness, the sextet got together less and less frequently. Interestingly, however, parallels formed in their lives.

Inexperienced as they were, all three couples began their marriages with a robust and energetic sex life, and while the men would have kept up the pace, their wives grew rapidly less eager. That wasn’t to say that they didn’t enjoy sex; they just didn’t get as much out of it as their husbands did, and were less motivated in seeking it out. Harry and Ginny were the first to move away from the vanilla lifestyle in which they were all engaged.

***

Harry didn’t last long as an auror. Despite his reputation and standing as a war hero, he was a wizard of only middling skill at the end of the day, and he thoroughly failed to live up to the expectations of greatness that were held by his coworkers. Less than a year after signing on, Minister Shacklebolt helped ease him, without too much fuss, out of the service. He settled into home life, though not without some sense of humiliation. He started drinking more than he had, and ceased any sort of exercise. It took very little of this before Ginny put her foot down. She returned from a day of training, having already been made lead chaser, to find Harry, drunk and in his underpants, asleep on the parlor sofa at three in the afternoon.

“That’s it!” She shouted, slamming the door and jolting him awake. “I’ve had it with your self-pitying shit! Get up! Get the fuck up! Go shower and take a pepper-up potion. I expect you dressed and back in this room in ten minutes. Go!”

Startled at her forceful tone, Harry scurried to the bathroom, feeling his cock harden as he went. He and Ginny hadn’t had sex since before it became clear that he was going to wash out of the auror corps. After that, he’d been too despondent to do more than accept a handful of pity-inspired handjobs. Ginny had given up trying to get him to go down on her or have what she considered to be “real sex,” turning instead to her own fingers and a variety of toys that she’d acquired.

Now, however, Harry felt incredibly horny. Under the spray of the shower, he seized his cock between two fingers and stroked furiously. At only four-and-a-half inches hard, his cock was, he knew, pathetic. Thankfully, it seemed to satisfy Ginny, or had at least, until they’d stopped having sex. He’d just been so depressed lately that the thought never crossed his mind. Her sudden forceful persona, however, had changed that. With a grunt, he sprayed the wall of the shower with his cum, his knees almost giving out.

He quickly wiped the cum away and soaped himself all over. He toweled off, finding himself growing hard again — something that never happened — and then downed a dose of pepper-up before getting dressed and racing back to the parlor. Ginny waited there, still in sweat-damp training clothes and holding a glass of wine. She glared at him.

“I said ten minutes. You took twelve. Sit.” She pointed at the other sofa. The room was as he had left it, with beer bottles and snack wrappers littering the table, various dirty clothes on the furniture, and an all around sense of filth.

“Listen, Harry,” said Ginny, an iota more calmly. “You need to get yourself together. You washed out of the aurors. Boo-hoo. Half your starting cohort did, too, and most of them didn’t even make it through training. Less than ten percent of new aurors make it past a year, even in calm times. Do you really think you’re a top ten percent wizard? You’re lucky, and you used to be quick, but face it: the only reason you’re alive right now is named Hermione Granger. Do you deny it?”

Harry shook his head and she went on.

“And look at you. One fairly predictable failure in your life and you fall apart! Why! You’re fucking rich! Why did you ever want to work in the first place! It’s not like you ow the wizarding world shit after what you did! Would anyone blame you if you wanted to live the rest of your life in peace? Of course fucking not! One! One failure, and now you’re a chubby, beer soaked loser!”

She stopped as Harry squirmed uncomfortably. Her eyes narrowed.

“You’re getting hard, aren’t you? Don’t you dare lie to me now, Harry Potter.”

Harry nodded and the look on Ginny’s face became one of scorn.

“Figures. Let me guess: did you have a wank in the shower? Is that why you took so long?”

Harry nodded again, shamefaced, but harder than he’d ever been in his life.

“So let me get this straight: you can’t get it up for your wife when she comes home horny enough to try just about anything — and I mean anything…the things those girls talk about in the locker room — but getting yelled at for being a slob gets you off? All those sad, quick pity handjobs; trying to seduce you with short skirts and no knickers; and all I had to do was call you a loser?”

Harry continued to shift uncomfortably. He wanted nothing more than to pull out his cock and fuck Ginny then and there.

“I bet you’d like me to fuck you now, wouldn’t you?” She asked as if reading his mind. He nodded, eagerly. “Too fucking bad. I have to admit that I’m horny. I always am! Like I said, half the team talks about nothing but the big cocks that they’re fucking and the other half are all lesbians, who just fuck in the locker room! How would I not be horny! But I need more than some half-assed licking and two pumps from a cock the size of my finger!”

“Merlin!” She went on, “I love you Harry, but you need to learn to satisfy a woman. And you need to get your shit together. Fast. Stand up.”

He obeyed, covering the minuscule bulge in his pants with his hands.

“I’ve seen it before, Harry,” she said. “Hands away. In fact: pull down your pants. Now.”

Harry complied, his penis springing up as it was freed from his briefs. Ginny rolled her eyes and stood to walk over to him.

“It really is pathetic, isn’t it? And you can’t even lick decent pussy to make up for it. I’ve heard the girls talk about their partners, and how they make them cum. I’ve heard Gwennog and Nelly getting it on in the showers dozens of times: I’ve heard their orgasms, and I’ve never cum like that. Maybe I’ve never actually had an orgasm.”

She flicked his cock hard as she circled him like a puma. Suddenly she grabbed his cock and jerked it three times. Harry barely had time to moan before he came, spraying semen out onto the coffee table, the carpet, and Ginny’s hand. She wiped her hand on his shirt, disgustedly.

“I love you, Harry. But that’s pathetic. I’m going to go take a shower and fuck myself with a dildo, then I’m going out with the girls. When I get back, this house will be spotless. You’re not to use magic to clean anything. Once it’s clean, you’ll work out. If I can’t have a stud for a husband, the least I’ll settle for is a fit one. After that you’ll go to bed. You are not, under any circumstance to masturbate again. Is that all understood?”

“Yes, Ginny.”

“Good. If I don’t believe you, I won’t hesitate to give you a truth potion.”

Without another word, she stalked upstairs to the shower, summoning a six-inch purple vibrator as she did.

Harry stood for several moments, watching her go, with his pants around his ankles, cum smeared on his shirt, and his cock still rock hard after two orgasms.

***

“And it made him get hard!” Hissed Ginny, slamming her shot glass back onto the table. “Who fucking gets off on that.”

Gwennogg Jones, the team captain, shook her head and sipped her martini. Her partner, Natalia Analina — who everyone called Nelly — smiled sympathetically.

“He’s a closet sub,” said Gwennogg. “Some guys get off on being told what to do. Before I switched teams full time, I dated a few like that. Usually white guys with little dicks.”

They’d been clubbing for a few hours and had just settled in at a posh cocktail bar to wrap up the night. By this point, it was down to the three of them: the rest of the team having bailed. Able to really hear each other for the first time, Gwennogg had asked Ginny how Harry was and she’d exploded.

“What the fuck do I do about it?” She demanded, signaling a waiter for another shot.

“There are a few options,” said Nelly, casually, rubbing her hand up Gwen’s leg. “Gwen and I hooked up for the first time when she was dating her last boy toy. He worshipped her, and he was loaded.”

“And there was more than a little anti-lesbian sentiment in the wizarding world at the time,” added Gwen.

“Right,” said Nelly. “The way their relationship worked is that this little beta got to date a hot Amazonian goddess and Gwen got to fuck around with whoever she wanted to. Usually other witches, but occasionally other men, too. Sometimes she’d fuck them in front of him. Especially when it was another man.”

Ginny looked at Gwen, curiously.

“He got off on the humiliation. Same as Harry, I suspect. I’d tell him about my dates, too, if I didn’t let him watch. He got far more out of it that way than if I’d actually tried to sleep with him. The times we did actually fuck, it was usually me pegging him until he came in his cage.”

“What? Pegging? And you kept him in a cage like a dog?”

Gwen sighed and took another sip from her drink.

“I’ll show you. There’s a sex shop a block down. Nelly: settle up and meet us there?”

She tugged Ginny out of their booth and out of the bar. Sure enough, only a block away they found a seedy looking building with the words “Adult Boutique” on the wall in faded paint. The building had no windows, but inside it was brightly lit.

“At this hour, most of the customers will be in the back watching porn,” said Gwen, steering Ginny to a display of dildos.

“Ever used a dildo, Ginny?” Asked Gwen. Ginny blushed.

“Yes.”

“What kind?”

Ginny pointed to one that looked about the size of her favorite vibrator and another, slightly larger standard dildo. Gwennogg nodded.

“Pity. Most girls who start on a small cock stick to smaller dildos, but believe me, there’s nothing like a good stretching. But we were talking about pegging. Pegging is when a woman fucks someone, usually a man, with a strapon dildo. Here.”

She tossed a leather harness to Ginny.

“You slip a dildo through that ring and it’s like you have the cock for a change. I always pegged my smaller partners. Some better endowed men are into it, too — apparently a prostate orgasm feels even better than a regular one — but I usually just wanted them to fuck me.”

“Doesn’t that make it gay?”

“Not if it’s a woman doing the pegging. Besides, I’ve found that when you strip away inhibitions, most people are at least a little bicurious. A lot of submissive men pretend to be 100% straight, but let them see a woman get fucked by a real cock and they can’t help but want to take a turn, too.”

“Do you think Harry would be into it?”

“Even before he fell apart I’m sure he would. Now? I bet you anything that you slide one of these on and tell him to kneel that he’ll have it in his mouth the second you’re done talking.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. You started putting him in his place tonight. Keep it going! Make him eat your pussy until his tongue falls out. Make him worship your feet. Your asshole. Tie him to the bed and fuck his ass until he cuts from that. Lock him up and make him beg to cum.”

“You mentioned that before. Lock him up how?”

Gwen steered Ginny away from the dildos to another aisle that included a variety of fetish gear.

“This,” she said, holding up a box, “is a male chastity device.” She opened the box and removed a black plastic object. She leaned forward and whispered in Ginny’s ear. “They make magical ones, but you need to special order them. I’ll give you the form at practice tomorrow, if you’d like, but one like this…maybe a bit smaller…will do for now.”

“Why?” Asked Ginny, toying with the device.

“It keeps them behaved. You lock it on them, and they can’t masturbate without you permission. They rely on you for all of their orgasms. You said Harry wanked in the shower after you yelled at him? I guarantee he’s been jerking off like a fiend ever since he lost his job. That’s at least some of the reason he hasn’t been attentive to you. Also,” she took the device back and handed Ginny a different, smaller device with a barely rounded metal cap in place of the plastic tube. “Once you get good at fucking him with a strapon, you’ll be able to make him cum that way.”

“Wow,” said Ginny, examining the device more closely.

“Last thing,” said Gwen, as Nelly joined them. “If you want to, in addition to all of this, you could tell him that you want to sleep with other men.”

“What?”

“Exactly what I said. Poor girl, you’ve only ever been with Harry. His small dick aside, he’s never fucked you good and hard. I see myself in you so often. I know you. You need it! Tell him that he isn’t man enough to give you what you need and then go get it! I’ll bet you anything that he’ll get hard at the mere suggestion. Give it a few weeks and he’ll be begging you to go get fucked and bring home a nice sloppy pussy for him to eat.”

Ginny’s eyes widened.

“Let’s go back to my place and dive into my pensive. I’m sure it’ll be inspiring.

***

Ginny spent that night with Gwen and Nelly after an intense and enlightening viewing session in their pensive. She returned, rather hungover, to Potter manor a few hours after dawn to find breakfast waiting for her on the kitchen table. Harry had always been a passable cook, especially when it came to breakfast, and it was a pleasant touch. She took her time over breakfast, not speaking at all to the very nervous-looking Harry, and pointedly ignoring his glances at the large shopping bag that she’d hung off the back of her chair.

“Very good, Harry,” she said, after she’d finished her last fried tomato. “How about you do the dishes while I finish my coffee, and then I’ll see how you did on cleaning the house.”

“Yes, Ginny,” said Harry, sheepishly. Ginny smiled as he bustled off to the kitchen. Gwen had been right. This would be easier than she thought.

When she was done with her coffee, she ordered Harry to accompany her around the palatial manor as she inspected the cleanliness of each room. Following advice from Gwen, she took a small notebook along and made note of insignificant errors — scratches in the floor that predated their residence, soot marks near a fireplace, signs that the stove had been used recently, even the ring that her coffee cup had left on the table after breakfast. By the time she was done, Harry was sweating.

“I need a shower,” she said, simply. “Bring that bag upstairs to the bedroom. And don’t look in it. Not even a peek. I expect you to be sitting naked in the bedroom armchair when I’m done showering.”

Without waiting for a reply, she stalked upstairs.

She took rather longer in the shower than was strictly necessary, trying to elevate Harry’s stress levels as much as possible. When she judged that the time was right she turned off the shower and reentered the bedroom, where Harry sat, naked and rock hard, on the chair.

“Of course you’re hard, you pathetic bitch,” said Ginny. “You did an acceptable job on the house; only a few things to punish you for in the end. But the big one…” she put her arms on either side of Harry’s chair and leaned in close. “Did you masturbate last night? Don’t you dare lie to me, Harry Potter. I’ll know.”

His blush told the entire story.

“Pathetic. Out of the chair. Kneel on the floor. Now lean forward: head down, ass up. Stay exactly like that.”

Ginny paced around her prostrated husband for a few moments, building the tension.

“Would you like to say anything to me?”

“I’m sorry Ginny. I couldn’t help it! You just turned me on so much! You were so forceful! And I tried to make it, I really did! I managed to get to sleep, but then I woke up this morning and you weren’t here, and I took a shower, and…”

*SLAP*

“What the…” Harry spluttered. A forceful swat of something wooden had just landed squarely on his upturned ass. His protest was interrupted by another blow.

“I told you that you would be punished. And I didn’t ask you to give excuses. All I wanted was the apology, and you decided to make excuses for your behavior. I won’t have it.” Another blow landed, and Harry cried out again. Ginny reached back into the shopping back to remove a ball gag, which she quickly affixed around Harry’s head.

“From now on, and until I think you’ve learned some lessons, you will answer only what I ask of you.”

*SLAP*

“You will address me as “Mistress.””

*SLAP*

“You will not lie to me. Even by omission.”

*SLAP*

“You will not, ever again, without my express permission, masturbate.”

*SLAP*

“Your routine last night, other than your naughty little wank, will be permanent going forward.”

*SLAP*

“You will keep this house spotless,” *SLAP,* “you will prepare meals,” *SLAP,* “you will maintain a diet and exercise regime until I am satisfied with your physique,” *SLAP,* “and you will obey orders.”

She wrenched the ball gag out of his mouth.

“Is that understood?”

“Ginny, I…”

*SLAP*

“Is. That. Understood.” The words came out as a low hiss, accompanied by the paddle being rubbed, menacingly over Harry’s backside.

“You are my everything, Harry,” she said, “but you have been a massive disappointment recently. While you were making an effort, I had no cause to complain, though, I must admit, I wasn’t satisfied in the sex department, but at least you were trying. Now, though,” she brought the paddle down with a decisive snap, “now you’re a husk, and I’ll refill it. You’ll be you, but I’ll add what I think you’ve always craved: discipline, truth, and a bit of adventure. Do you understand the rules?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Harry.

“Good. Stand up and show me your little cocklet.”

Blushing furiously, Harry stood. His ass was on fire, but his cock stood stiffly at attention.

“Hmmm,” said Ginny. “Tell me Harry, and remember to be honest: do you like what I’m doing to you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Kneel. Kiss my feet.”

Harry threw himself to his knees and bent to kiss Ginny’s feet reverently, and she smiled wickedly, already imagining the submission it would take for him to repeat the process when she returned from a long practice session.

“Good boy,” she said. “Now, you’re going to lick my pussy, and if you can make me cum in under two minutes, I’ll give you a treat.”

Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Harry’s was latched onto her pussy, licking feverishly. She pulled him back by the hair.

“Not like that, Harry. Slower. Passionately. Proof that you love my pussy. You do, don’t you?”

“I do, Mistress,” he said, kissing her gently in the midst of her pubic hair. “I love your pussy!”

“Prove it, boy.”

She lay back on the bed and let Harry begin to worship her. As Gwen had suggested, she coaxed him in her preferred directions, suggesting more attention to the clit — something boys seemed incapable of finding without a tattooed arrow pointing the way — and guiding his fingers towards the right inner-parts of her vagina. Under her supervision he had her near orgasm fairly quickly — though nowhere near her two minute mandate. When she finally hit her peak, she wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled him in tight, clenching her thighs around his head as her body trembled in delight.

“Good boy,” she said, stroking his hair when she’d come down slightly from her orgasmic high. “Good boy. That’s what I expect from now on, by the way. Next time, I don’t want to have to coach you so much.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. Ginny smirked, both at the subservience that he was already demonstrating, and at the look of anticipation that briefly crossed his face.

“Unfortunately, you took quite a while to meet my demands.”

His face fell.

“But I feel merciful,” she said, to his clear delight. She grinned wickedly, reaching again for the shopping bag. She drew out a blindfold and handed it to him. “Put this on and lie down on the bed.” She also drew out a pair of pink latex gloves and slid them on her hands.

Harry obeyed with pleasing speed, and Ginny took her time securing his wrists and ankles to the four corner posts of the bed with more toys obtained on her shopping trip with Gwen, leaving his spread-eagled and defenseless. He didn’t protest at all to the restraints; it seemed that he was already at least somewhat broken in.

Letting the anticipation build, Ginny took in Harry’s body. He was only five-and-a-half feet tall, and had lost the hard muscles that had once made his frame at least appear manly. Now he was padded with baby fat and a just-noticeable bulge in the stomach and the beginnings of somewhat chubby cheeks. His penis was, frankly, an embarrassment. At that moment, Harry was as hard as she’d ever seen him and his cock was only just pushing past four inches.

It was pathetic: how had she ever deluded herself into thinking that he could satisfy her?

The answer, of course, was a combination of her inexperience and their youthful passion. The vibrator that she’d been gifted at Angelina’s hen night didn’t help either. She’d thought that it must be a novelty gag item: a comically large toy for drunk women to laugh at. She’d been somewhat horrified when Angelina told her that it was actually quite small, and had laughed at the implications that Ginny’s awe cast on Harry’s cock.

Ginny still loved Harry, of course, and always would, but the combination of her own initial sexual awakening, his unemployment and physical decline, and her own physical condition — several years of hard training had sculpted her body into a thing of utter perfection — had opened her eyes to what she was missing. More and more, Gwen’s advice seemed the right route. The next few minutes would be key.

Harry squirmed in his bonds, unaware of Ginny’s inner thoughts. She sat down on the bed next to him, running a hand down his thigh. He bucked against his bonds and she leaned in to nibble his ear.

“Patience, Harry,” she whispered. “You don’t want to rush this, do you?”

He shook his head.

“No, Mistress,” he whined.

“Correct,” said Ginny. She swooped down and took one of his nipples in her teeth, biting gently. He bucked again and she trailed kisses down his slightly chubby belly. He clearly anticipated a blowjob, trying in vain to thrust his hips upwards towards her lips. Instead, she swung herself around, situating herself between his spread legs, seized his cock in one hand, pressed it into his belly, and bit slightly more than gently onto one of his testicles. He screamed — or tired to, since Ginny’s hand immediately clamped over his mouth.

“Did you really think that I was going to suck your sorry excuse for a cock, Harry? Really?” She slapped down hard on his exposed ball sac, bringing another yelp from the sad excuse of a man tied to her bed. “Am I being unfair?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Is your cock getting harder when I abuse your balls?”

“Yes, Mistress."

“I thought so. Now shut up and enjoy your reward. Remember to behave.”

She dribbled some lube onto Harry’s cock, being sure to use more than was actually required, and took hold of his cock between three gloved fingers. With agonizing slowness, she began to stroke his cock.

“Don’t thrust, Harry. Stay perfectly still.”

She continued her slow ministrations and brought her other hand in to caress his balls, coating her gloved fingers with the extra lube.

“Does that feel good, Harry?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you want more, little boy?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Smiling, Ginny continued to slowly stroke his cock while her off hand trailed from his balls down to his exposed anus and began to stroke in gentle circles.

“Do you like when I play with your bum, Harry?”

Harry simply moaned in pleasure, which she took to be an affirmative, and, without any further delay, slipped a finger into his ass. He bucked yet again, though clearly in intense pleasure. Knowing that she’d triumphed, Ginny started to pump her finger faster and faster into her husband’s asshole.

After only a brief period of fingering, Ginny had almost entirely ceased paying any attention to Harry’s cock. She slipped a second finger into his ass and curled them upwards ever so slightly. Almost immediately, Harry’s moans of pleasure intensified, and Ginny brought her other hand back to his cock, giving it a few quick strokes.

“Do you want to cum, Harry?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Beg.” She stroked him once more.

“Please, Mistress,” moaned Harry, “please let me cum.”

“Why should I let you?” She asked, flicking his inflamed helmet before delivering a series of rapid strokes to his aching cock. “You’ve been such a pathetic excuse for a man the last few months…do you really think you’ve earned an orgasm? After you disobeyed my explicit instructions not to diddle yourself last night? I don’t think so.”

With impeccable timing, Ginny removed her hand from his meager shaft and withdrew her fingers from his asshole. She shoved her fingers — the same ones that had just been in his ass — into his mouth, cutting off his moan of frustration. As his cock spasmed, leaking cum without any sense of pleasure, she squeezed her other hand hard around his cock.

Harry made pitiful gurgling sounds around the fingers invading his throat as his balls drained themselves onto Ginny’s strangling fingers without any sense of pleasure. She laughed as a tremendous amount of semen pooled on her fingers. She withdrew her hand from his mouth only to substitute it with the hand coated in his semen.

“Clean up your mess, Harry. There’s a good boy. Nice and clean. Oh! There’s more!” She scooped some of the semen that had escaped and let it slide into his mouth as well. “This is something else that will be changing. Any time that I let you cum, ruined or not, you’ll eat your cum. IF you’re very lucky, I may let you cum in my mouth on occasion, and we can share, but don’t hold your breath for that. Now thank me for letting you cum and for feeding you your semen.”

“But I,” began Harry in a protest that Ginny was well-prepared for. She grabbed one of his nipples and twisted hard.

“You aren’t learning as fast as I thought, Harry. Just me draining your balls is more than you deserve right now. You might have received a real orgasm if you had thanked me as you should have. Instead…”

She strapped the ball gag back around Harry’s head, squirted some more lube onto his cock, and started to stroke him again. As she did, she reached into her bag and drew out a medium-sized rubber butt plug, which she worked into Harry’s ass with agonizing slowness.

“This is another part of your new station, husband. You are to be plugged at all times.”

She sped up her stroking and Harry started to make panting noises, clearly about to cum. She stopped, pulling her hands completely away from his cock, which twitched but didn’t spurt. She waited several moments before resuming, this time at a much slower pace. Again, when Harry showed signs of wanting to cum, she withheld her attentions, making him groan pitifully.

Over and over she teased him; stopping just short of him cumming. Finally, after nearly an hour of teasing, she followed through, letting his cum begin to spray before clamping her fingers tight around his cock and seizing his balls in her other hand. Harry grunted in mingled pain and pleasure, his body shaking.

“Are you ready to thank me and ask to eat your cum?” Asked Ginny.

Harry nodded and grunted something that sounded vaguely affirmative. She unclasped the gag and removed his blindfold.

“Thank you for letting me cum, Mistress,” panted Harry. “May I please eat my cum?”

Smiling impishly, Ginny leaned down and began to suck his cum off his chest and from around the base of his cock, falling just short of actually making contact with his rapidly shrinking member. She made eye contact and leaned in to kiss him, transferring all of the cum from her mouth to his along with quite a lot of her saliva.

“Swallow,” she said, pulling away. Harry obeyed and she released his bonds.

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Harry.

“I think I deserve to cum again, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Harry, clearly anticipating another orgasm of his own.

“Do you think that you deserve to cum again?”

Harry clearly knew that this was a trap.

“I only deserve to cum when you think I deserve to cum, Mistress,” he said, meekly, bowing his head.

“Very true,” said Ginny. “Do you think I should have some means of ensuring that you aren’t having little cummies without my permission?”

“Yes, Mistress. I failed you last night: you have no reason to trust my word.”

“Perfectly said, Harry,” said Ginny, pulling a small box out of her shopping bag. This one was wrapped in bright pink crepe paper. “Open it.” She handed it to him.

Harry opened the box and drew out a small pink-lacquered metal contraption.

“What is this, Mistress?” He asked, clearly confused.

“It’s a chastity device, Harry. You’ll wear that on your cock from now on. I’ll keep the key,” she held up a faintly glowing silvery key, “and decide when — and if — you get to cum. Lie back down so I can put it on you, and then you’re going to thank me with another orgasm.”
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