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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-  Would have had this posted sooner I think but my family came to visit this weekend. Just to let anyone who is interested know, this story has a side story that I should be posting shortly. Chapter 5: Pain and Humiliation happens about half way though this chapter. More thanks to my wonderful beta Eclectic Pet who make my stories better and more readable!

red demon- Harry has many many plans.. some will work out, some will not. That is the nature of life.
chm01-  It is hard to say at this stage how much of her position she will be able to keep if she goes back to Harry
Tsm5572- Thank you so much, I am glad you are enjoying my story :)
Chrryb- Hope this was soon enough.
Emory-  I would agree that Whip seems forward and self righteous in this chapter.

That night Harry sat in his throne waiting for two of his girls to arrive. He hoped they would make it before Snape did. Tracey was first; he had written to her to tell her, he needed her and she would need parchment and quills to take notes with. When she entered, she started to disrobe when she caught sight of him shaking his head.
“Master?” She asked fixing her robes.
“Take a seat at the desk; I think he’ll feel more comfortable if you girls at least start out clothed.” He told her smiling, as she was obviously all the more confused. “We are having a guest tonight. He’s considering joining the order.”
“Oh.” She said before walking over to the desk and carefully taking out her supplies. “This person will need a specialized contract, Master?” She asked while she focused on her work.
“Yes, I plan to make him my Seneschal.” He told her as his redheaded slut stepped into the room pausing. She didn’t know if her brother would be here so she never planned to disrobe.
“Stay clothed, but your brother isn’t coming.” He told her with a smile and motioned her to her usual spot. “When my guest gets here, I want you to crawl over to him, and ask him how you can please him.” He instructed her carefully. “Can you do that for me my little whore?”
Ginny took in a breath and nodded. She obviously didn’t care who it was, she was in dire need of some attention after having to play the innocent for her brother.
“Good.” He said before there was a firm knock on the door. “Enter.” He said smiling as Vixen’s eyes widened at her Head of House. Fuck Toy’s back was to the door so she couldn’t see who had opened it just yet.
The professor scanned the room. When he saw Tracey, he didn’t seem surprised, but when his eyes settled on the redhead, he sighed and frowned. “Mr. Potter, they seem to be getting younger.” He said and motioned to Ginny.
Fuck Toy looked up at Harry in panic for a moment, Harry returned the look with a silent reminder of her instructions. She licked her lips and crawled over to kneel a yard away from the older man.
“I picked her out special for you. You really should get over this age problem of yours. I can assure you, she is no child.”
“How can I pleasure…please you?” She stumbled over her words as she looked up at the intimidating man.
“What made you choose this one?” He asked completely ignoring Ginny for now.
“She enjoys pain and humiliation, and I know she is your physical type.” He said not feeling like he had to point out Fuck Toy’s resemblance to his mother.
Snape looked down at Ginny for the first time. He frowned as he noticed whom she looked like; it was an odd feeling, like Harry was trying to offer his mother to Snape. He shook his head that was not what this was; Harry just knew what Snape’s type was because of his mother.
“Is he telling the truth…” Severus started before looking up to Harry. “What do you call her?” He asked after being with Cho, he knew the girls would have sub names.
“Tell him what you are called.” Harry ordered as he enjoyed having her say it.
“I am Fuck Toy.” She told the teacher a little breathlessly.
Snape chuckled at the name, which made her blush. “I’m not saying those crude words.” He told her firmly. “Is he telling the truth about you? Do you like pain and humiliation?”
Fuck Toy swallowed and nodded, unable to find her voice at the moment.
“I need to hear the words before I even consider using you.” Snape pressed.
“I do like pain and humiliation.” She started deciding to give him more than he asked for. “I want to be used for your pleasure and the furthering of my Master’s cause.”
“You want to be a whore?” Severus asked clearly.
She blushed at his words nodding before she remembered he wanted her to speak. “It turns me on and makes me feel at peace.”
“You’ll kneel out in that corner with your forehead pressed against the stone until I say otherwise. We’ll see how you obey.” He said pointing to an out of the way corner. Looking around again he noticed the chair across from Tracey’s desk and took a seat. “Now let’s speak of my terms.”
Harry smiled as he watched his slut obey the professor. “Well the best place to start is knowing what you would like.” Harry said before turning to the man.
“It seems to me all you have to offer me at the moment is a position of authority, and the pleasure of skin. Am I wrong?” Snape asked.
Harry frowned as he thought the words over. “One could see it that way yes. I already plan to make you my Dark Seneschal. It is a title I have decided on for one who only answers to me.” Harry offered.
“Dark?” Severus asked, wishing to understand the term completely.
“My order is broken into Dark and Light members. No side is more important than the other, but I feel there should be a balance. This way we can understand all sides.”
“Then who would be your Light Seneschal?” He asked interestedly.
“I haven’t found a person to fill that role yet, did you have a suggestion?” Harry countered.
“As much as it hurts me to say, Mad Eye is…Whore, hands grasped behind your back, this position is not for your comfort but my pleasure.” He suddenly snapped at Ginny, and then turned back to Harry. “...The old man is intelligent and wise.”
“I would agree with you if he wasn’t completely devoted to Dumbledore.” Harry answered as if there hadn’t been an interruption. Her Master glanced over to see if she had done as she was ordered. “But we’re here to talk about you.” Harry moved the conversation back towards the contract.
“Master…” Vixen started as she looked between the two men. “I have a Knight’s contact, so he can see the starting point.” She offered holding the scroll to Snape.
“That’s a good idea Vixen.” Harry praised, which made her beam.
The professor took the contract and started to skim over the terms. While the professor read, Harry looked around the room and studied Ginny’s position. It couldn’t have been in the least bit comfortable, he wondered if that was the whole point for Snape, to see if Ginny would stay without complaint. This was the first time he really got a look into how another experienced Dom worked.
“The basic bones of the contract I have no problems with. I like the safety measures put into it, making it impossible to endanger the other members, even under torture. It’s the privileges, and duties that should change obviously.”
“Let’s begin with privileges. I have every confidence that you’ll live up to the duties I need from you.” Harry said as he gave Snape his full attention once again.
“I want the right to be able to turn down or delay any meeting with you that I see as a risk. If a plan involves me in any form, I require veto rights. I’m tired of being pulled in every direction and I will not have it from you.”
“Those seem like agreeable terms, as long as you can give me a valid reason not to go through with a plan, and you have no right to affect a plan that has nothing to do with you.” Harry countered.
“That’s reasonable.”
“Anything else?” Harry asked with a smirk over to Fuck Toy.
“We’ll always be honest with one another.” Snape said firmly giving the girl no attention at all.
“We already agreed to that, but you’re right, we should put it in the contract. How do you like how the terms stand with the use of my property?” Harry asked interestedly.
Snape looked back over that part if the contract and actually chuckled to himself. “I see no problem with it, but it makes me curious. What is Miss Davis; slut, slave, or pet?” He asked noting that there were different rules for each category of submissive.
“She’s a pet.” Harry said as he smiled over at his Vixen.
“And the whore in the corner is obviously a slut? What does her brother think of this?”
“Her brother doesn’t know, and I do not plan for him to find out until he’s more comfortable with the way of this lifestyle.”
“So she has special rules that help her hide the fact, she enjoys letting men use her as a brainless toy, from her brother?”
“In any meeting involving her brother she’s allowed clothes, and she’s excused from her kneeling position. He thinks she’s a Knight.” Harry told the serious man.
“If she passes my test I’ll take her to my rooms tonight and see what she has to offer.” Severus decided. “She’s already better than the last one you sent me.”
“Now it’s time to discuss duties.”
Harry and Snape discussed what would be expected of each of them for another hour before they had come to terms that were agreeable to them both. All the while Vixen took notes and Fuck Toy knelt in the corner. When they were settled, Snape got to his feet and looked over to the redhead.
“Here now, whore.” He commanded in a tone that made both girls jump.
Fuck Toy gasped, as her muscles did not wish to listen to her after being in the awkward position for so long. But, she fought the pain and stiffness to crawl to his side as quickly as she could. Severus actually smirked, but only Harry saw it.
“Now let’s see what kind of whore you actually are. Stand.” He told her and she obeyed. Harry smiled at the impression of the stone on her cheek; she must have been pressing hard.
The professor used his long fingers to push up the front of the girl’s skirt and felt a place that made her gasp again as well as press herself against his hand like she was in heat.
“Well she does have promise, I must admit.” Snape said as he pulled his hand away and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers clean. “How many has she been with?”
“Three.”
“That’s not as many as I feared.” He said with a great amount of judgment in his tone, though Harry realized he was only making such a big deal to embarrass the slut more.
“If you join me in my rooms tonight whore, I can promise you will not be able to attend class tomorrow. So I’ll leave this choice to you.” He said moving his hands behind his back.
Harry smiled, as he could smell the excitement coming off his slut. If they truly enjoyed their night together, he may have to give her to Snape permanently.
“Enjoy your night Professor.” Harry said with a smile as Fuck Toy followed the older man out.

The next morning Harry walked down to breakfast with Ron. About half way to the Great Hall, they met up with Luna, who was becoming an honorary Gryffindor for how much she sat at their table now. Everyone knew Ron was now dating the odd little Ravenclaw, but what they didn’t see was how in sync the two were.
Even as they walked to breakfast, Harry watched the couple as they performed a seamless dance of dominance versus submission. Unlike most Masters Ron preferred his pet walk in front of him, always in reach so he could touch her back, or kiss her cheek according to his own whim. For Ron it was about protection, Luna was his and it was his responsibility to keep her safe.
Luna for her part was an obedient creature that accepted his dominance freely and without complaint. She had something that seemed to take many submissives, years to learn. She accepted both her own and Ron’s natures without hesitation and without fear. Harry hoped that one day his Treasure could do the same.
That didn’t mean Luna didn’t act out, giving Ron little reasons to punish her, or let Ron know when she felt he was wrong. Neither Harry nor Ron wanted a woman who would wilt at their dominance, they both desired strong submissives who could stand up straight and be proud of who they were.
When they got to the Great Hall the couple sat across from Harry. Ron selected breakfast for both Luna and himself. The common students didn’t notice these little acts of control Ron inflicted upon Luna when they were together, but it wasn’t about other students, it was about the couple's happiness.
Tired of studying his friend Harry looked down the table for Hermione. She had come down earlier with her new boyfriend McLaggen. As he watched, something deep within Harry wanted to crawl out his throat and bite the other boy’s head off. He was running a hand up her back into the wild mess of hair.
Harry frowned more deeply as he realized something else was wrong. He got to his feet and walked to the couple without thinking. “Did Ginny not come to help you this morning?” Harry asked as he reached the couple.
“Help her with what?” McLaggen cut in before Hermione could answer.
“She usually does my hair for me in the morning.” The girl explained before she gave her attention to Harry. “I thought she wasn’t going to anymore.” She told him with a slight flush.
“I didn’t say anything to her about it.” Harry said as a way of telling Hermione he had not ordered Ginny to stop.
“Keeping up to date on who is doing whose hair Potter?” The older boy asked as he tried to make a joke. Harry completely ignored him.
“Would you go up after breakfast and see if she’s alright?” Harry asked with a worried frown.
Hermione was nodding her head about to agree when McLaggen interrupted. “No. Hermione has to get to class, I’m sure your little girlfriend is fine.”
That was another dominant staking his claim. If he would have pushed Hermione down and pissed on her it would have been more subtle than the look he was giving Harry in that moment. This was not Ron, who dominated out of a need to protect what was his. This was not Harry or Snape, who both naturally took the lead in most situations. This man dominated out of a need to be the final word, to be right all of the time. Given time, this man would crush his Treasure until she was no longer the strong beautiful woman Harry desired.
“She had some difficult homework last night, could you please check on her?” He asked Hermione again, obviously not accepting the other Dom’s claim.
“I said no.” McLaggen cut her off again. Harry would see the slight tense of Hermione’s form as the other Dom drove his point home but tightening his hold on her hair slightly.
“I really should get to my first class.” Hermione said and let McLaggen walk her out.
Harry returned to Ron and Luna fuming more than he had been before. “Why would she leave me for him?” He asked as he sat down at his own plate.
“He’s older and doesn’t mess around with other girls?” Ron offered helpfully.
“He’s trouble, and maybe even dangerous.” Harry said then shook his head. “Could Luna go and check on Ginny, I’m a little worried after her mission last night.”
“What mission?” Ron asked with a frown.
Harry sighed as he tried to decide how to best say this. “She was doing something with Professor Snape for me. But he’s planning to join the Order now.” He added quickly.
“What would she be doing with Professor Snape?” The girl’s brother asked with a frown.
Harry was saved from having to answer by Luna, who leaned into her Master to speak softly in his ear. By the color he was turning, she knew what Ginny was, and was now telling Ron. Before he could explode though, Luna placed a hand on his wrist to calm him.
Ron took in a calming breath and closed his eyes. “My sister is one of…” He started as he worked to decide how to describe Harry’s slaves. “...your girls.”
“I thought it would be best to let you come into that knowledge slowly.” Harry said with a frown.
“What kind?” He asked suddenly with wide eyes.
“She’s like Cho.” He told his friend honestly.
“My sister likes to…” Ron shook his head taking another breath. Harry gave complete credit for Ron’s lack of explosion, on the way Luna touched him and spoke with him. “...and she was with that greasy bat last night?” He asked in a lower voice.
“I trust him Ron; I would never put her in harm’s way. I’m just worried they overdid things last night. They were very interested in each other when they left me. Please understand Ron. You know your sister and you know, no one makes he do anything she doesn’t want to do.”
Ron was obviously struggling to understand. “Luna will check on her, if she’s not happy; I will not be happy.” He told his friend and Harry nodded. “But you’re going to do me one favor.” He said standing up to Harry. “I never want to see my sister naked.”
Harry smiled at that. Ron really was growing up. “I’ll swear to you, for as long as I own her, you’ll never have to witness her true self.”

Luna found Ginny still in bed that morning. She reported back to the boys that the girl was bruised and stiff, but had a huge smile on her lips that would not go away. Ron obviously hadn’t liked it, but the way Luna described Ginny’s pleasure he couldn’t deny that his sister sounded happy.
It wasn’t until Potions class later that day that Ron and Harry had a chance to speak with Hermione without her new Dom. “Did you know about Ginny?” Ron asked with a frown.
“Is she okay?” Hermione asked meekly. She obviously felt bad that she hadn’t been able to check on her friend herself.
“Do you really care?” Ron snapped.
“Ron, calm down.” Harry said with his own frown. “Her new Master told her she couldn’t check. It isn’t her fault.”
“He isn’t my Master.” She said frowning more deeply. “He’s just a guy I’m seeing right now.”
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “Oh yes, a very normal guy.” He said before taking a deep breath trying to calm himself. “Ginny is fine, she just needed some extra rest.”
“That brings me back to my first question.” Ron cut in again. “Did you know?”
“That she wasn’t a Knight?” Hermione was trying to clarify what Ron was asking.
“She’s a Knight.” Harry corrected. “That’s just not everything that she is.”
“So you knew.” Ron said as Hermione blushed at being corrected.
“I did, but not until after Harry started to tell me everything.” She defended.
Ron and Hermione started to bicker back and forth when something caught Harry’s eye from across the room. Slughorn was leaning over Daphne’s cauldron obviously discussing the potion they had started the day before. What had caught Harry’s eye though was the fact that the Professor had his hand on her shoulder.
Harry frowned and glared trying to will the hand to move off his property. After a moment Daphne must have felt eyes upon her because she looked around, when she noticed Harry’s expression, she moved slightly so Slughorn’s hand would fall away.
“When did you become so focused on Daphne?” Hermione asked with a hint of jealousy in her voice.
Harry used all his will not to smile at her. “She has asked to become my next consort. I’m training her for it.”
“You never trained me.” She said slightly confused.
“You were learning naturally.” Harry responded with a shrug.

Harry told Ron and Hermione he would catch up to them as he took a long time to pack up his things. There were two reasons for this. The first was that he didn’t wish to walk with McLaggen, who was already waiting in the hall for Hermione. The second reason was he needed to corner Daphne after her misbehavior earlier in class.
When he saw his Slytherin slave exit, he made sure to be right behind her. He spoke softly so only, she would hear him. “Boy’s bathroom on the left.” He ordered and put a bit of distance between them before they entered the hall. He casually headed to the bathroom and watched her enter before him.
He smirked as three boys exited a moment after she had entered. When he walked in, she as the only one left, so he locked and warded the door. “Lean on the sink.” He ordered in a firm tone.
“He was a teacher.” She complained but did as she was told bracing herself on the sink.
“I told you no one. Has anyone else touched you Whip?” He asked as he pushed her robe and skirt up to expose her arse to him.
She frowned and thought about it for a moment. “No Master, he was the first. I just wasn’t thinking.” She told him with a whimper.
“You have a choice now Whip. You can either give up your training as my consort, or you can be punished.” He told her sternly.
“I’m not giving up Master.” She told him breathlessly.
He held the hand he planned to use to spank her, up to her lips. She closed her eyes and kissed the hand. “Thank you for my punishment.” She said to follow his rules. After that, he gave her five swats at a quick pace. She counted quickly to keep up.
Once he was done with the spanking, his hand moved between her legs finding the spots that made her coo. Daphne didn’t know why she was being rewarded, but she was not about to complain.
“Do you like that slave?” He asked as he pushed his thumb inside of her while his middle finger brushed her little nub.
She gasped and her hips rolled as he worked her towards her peak. “Yes Master.” She told him tightly.
“Don’t come till I say, or you’ll be punished worse.” He warned her. He smiled as he soon had her whimpering and grinding against his hand.
“Please Master?” She begged, as she didn’t know how much longer she could hold herself back.
“Are you ready slave? Do you want to come?” He asked a smirk growing on his lips as she whimpered, nodding.
“Good.” He said pulling his hand away turning on the water so he could wash her pleasure off his fingers.
She made an almost painful sound as she was denied the thing she had been holding back.
“Master?” She begged meekly.
“You’ll remember this next time you think about letting someone touch you.” Harry said firmly. “Oh and remember, you’re not allowed to touch yourself either. Now go to class.”
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