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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 Twenty-Three

Saturday January 13^th
9:23 AM
Good morning Doll,
I hope you slept well, love. You were utterly delectable last night. I’m writing with your instructions for your new toy, as promised. You will wear your plug every night – every night pet. I expect you to tell me if you forget and there will be five swats with a cane if you do. You will wear it to all our sessions. There may be other times I wish you to have it in as well. Those instructions will most likely be given via your journal. At each of our Friday sessions, I will enlarge it slightly until I feel you are ready to take my cock. Welcome to the world of anal play, pet. I do so hope you’re enjoying yourself.

I will see you Wednesday but wish to warn you that unfortunately, my time will be short as I have to leave very early Thursday morning for a business meeting in France. If things go well at that meeting, I’ll be gone Saturday the 27^th through the 28^th as well. No fretting, though, I will return in plenty of time for our dinner on the 28^th.

Look for an owl package this week, I will be sending you an outfit to wear as part of your Friday training. Bring it with to the club, as it will not be appropriate to walk the streets in.
Wickedly yours,
Master
Hermione could literally feel the air on her skin. Static electricity coursed over her epidermis leaving the fine hairs on her body standing at attention. Lucius had given her no warning or indication of what he had planned for her tonight. In truth, it was evidence of how well he understood her that he hadn’t. For if he had warned her, or merely informed her that she would be put on display for her Friday night training, she would have been a nervous wreck the whole week. Apprehension and worry would have plagued her the whole week, while at the same time she would have struggled with intense curiosity and undeniable want. There was no question she would have felt these conflicting emotions because they were torturing her right now. Desire and dread were at war within her psyche, each vying to take control.
She closed her eyes and practiced her yoga breathing as she knelt beside the platform while Lucius prepared the scene. She had known he had something special planned the minute she walked into the club and was greeted by a knowing smile on his face. A smile that held delicious promise. It was a smile that screamed “I have a secret!” Her trembles of anticipation had started from that very moment, long before she knew what he had in store.
He had taken her to private room number six, a room which was like many dens or living rooms in homes throughout the world. A crackling fireplace on the far wall was faced with an inviting settee, including a plush sofa and two cushioned oversized chairs. It was a room for relaxed conversation. He had sat her on his lap and whispered the promises of what the night would hold, all while tenderly stroking his fingertips along her jaw, over her sensitized breasts and down her arms and legs.
His voice had been sultry, and it’s whispered tenor had tickled the skin behind her left ear. “Tonight, my little lioness, we will be exploring the voyeuristic side of your fetish. You will be displayed for all to see. Members will bear witness to your arousal as your bottom is put on display with it’s plug. A plug which bears my crest and proclaims to all that your delectable bottom belongs to me. Furthermore, a few select and experienced Dom’s will be granted the privilege of spanking you. They will be allowed to speak to you as they please but will not be allowed to hurt you. These are not punishment spankings, they are for your desire and my pleasure.”
His whispered words had left her on fire with anticipation, but as soon as she left the security of his lap and the calming comfort of room number six, the reality of what she was about to do sunk in. She had been a bundle of nerves from that second on, which led to this moment right here. The moment of truth. She had given voyeurism a four out of five on her list. Now she wondered if perhaps she had been a little too optimistic with that score. Her experience with Rose had not only been the first time she had ever displayed herself in such a way, but also her first time touching or being touched by a woman in a sexual manner. It had been intoxicating. However, having Rose’s hands and mouth on her as Etan’s commanding presence and voice dictated the scene had distracted her and kept her mind from focusing too much on the fact that she was naked in front of a room full of strangers.
This time it would be very different. She was going to be the lone attraction. She would not have the distraction of Rose’s soft touches, lips, and body. It was going to be her bottom and her vulnerability on display. She would be made to stay still as members approached and gazed upon her naked bum with its jeweled butt plug that screamed Property of Malfoy. She suddenly realized she would have to make an effort to keep her quim from showing. Perhaps if she kept her legs pressed tightly together…
“Come, Doll. Your perch is prepared.”
Hermione stood on wobbly legs and faced the dais that had been set for her. Under the soft spotlight was a red leather wingback chair. Behind the chair was a rack with a small rubber paddle, a large wooden paddle, a cane, a black leather flogger, and two brown leather riding crops. Stage left of the chair and on the floor was a small, red-velvet kneeling pillow and stage right of the chair was a red-velvet, padded whipping bench. Above the stage was a mirror that presented a bird’s eye view onto the platform.
Lucius held his hand out to her as she climbed the three small steps onto the platform next to him. He could tell she was talking herself into a state of nervous frenzy and knew he needed to calm her in order to proceed. Pulling her close, he wrapped an arm around her to envelop her to his chest and she snuggled into him, clearly comforted by his embrace. He gently tilted her chin up and met her eyes with soft and tender reassurance. “I’ll take care of you. I promise, pet. You trust your Master, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” Hermione’s words were whispered and slightly shaky.
“If at any point I feel it becomes too much I will put a stop to the proceedings immediately. Pleasure through humiliation, pet…it’s a heady thing. So far, you’ve enjoyed the little taste I’ve given you. Tonight, we simply turn up the heat a notch. It’s something I feel confident you will enjoy…immensely.” Lucius could feel her trembling subside a bit at his words. “You are mine, Doll. I take care of what I own; I take care of the people I love, and you my little seductress are both.” Lucius felt a weight lift at his confession. She now knew he loved her, even if she would assume it to be a friendship type of adoration. She was now aware of the depth of that devotion.
Lucius swallowed heavily as her eyes misted over. His heart began to pound when her warm words mirrored his own and were spoken without hesitation. “Thank you. Master. I love you, too. Your mentorship and friendship mean the world to me.” He could see the sincerity in her caramel eyes and the warmth he felt from her confession left him feeling high.
Grounding himself to the task at hand, he kissed her forehead. “Come, Doll. Kneel on the pillow and we shall begin.”
Snape watched monitor number four from the confines of the office. His witch was exquisite, Lucius had outdone himself this time. Hermione was dressed in a see-through, black-lace camisole. Glimpses of her pale skin and pink nipples could be caught through the lacy fabric. The camisole fell to her hips and it appeared she wasn’t wearing panties. It was the perfect mix of innocence and sex. Her hair was in a long, thick, French braid with a green and sliver ribbon tied into an innocent little bow at its tail. He shook his head with amusement. Here they were, grown men who still felt the need to claim their allegiance to their house at Hogwarts. It was a simple truth, though. Once a Slytherin, always a Slytherin. Snape chuckled…and then he stopped while he watched with unconcealed jealousy as Lucius pulled Hermione close and whispered words of obvious encouragement and seduction into her ear. Snape could clearly see her trembling subside the longer Lucius spoke. The man had such a talent for knowing exactly what a witch needed to hear in order to coax her to his will. Snape had watched the wizard perfect his craft over the years and found himself in awe of his friend’s intuitive ability. Plainly, Hermione was like the countless others and was not immune to the blond’s charms.
Snape leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily, trying to keep his desire in check as he watched Hermione kneel delicately on the pillow. Oh, what he would give to be that pillow. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and could almost remember how good she tasted. He could almost envision every fold of her pretty little cunt. Fuck. His arousal would not be denied, and he stroked his length through the outside of his trousers while contemplating bringing a willing submissive to his office to blow him. He glanced about the other monitors and found no witches that peaked his interest. Snape noticed Britt was back and in the company of Callum. The redhead had spent almost every evening at the club and every one of those evenings had been in the company of the young Dominant. Severus found he was not the least bit bothered by her new conquest. He wished her happiness and was glad she had moved on without drama.
He spotted a petite brunette whom he had noticed a couple times. She wasn’t a new member, but she didn’t come to the club very often. It would be easy to go down and approach her to see if she was interested. He could bring her back to the office and watch Hermione on the screen as he took his use of the girl. After a pause, Snape felt a ping of disgust with himself. It felt wrong to use the girl in such a way and he decided he would not do it. Sighing again, he unzipped his placket and released his throbbing cock. His eyes back on Hermione, Snape began to stroke himself.
Hermione sat still as Lucius stood and waved his wand. The spotlight brightened a smidge but remained soft as it shone down on them. A small crowd began to assemble as it became obvious a presentation was about to begin. You can do this, Hermione. She felt comfort in her mask. Very few people know who you actually are. You are just a faceless witch to most of the members. She swallowed as a pinch of disappointment began to grow within. The truth was, wearing her mask made her feel like she wasn’t fully participating. The other witches and wizards didn’t wear their masks when they performed or wandered through the private parts of the club. Why did she feel so compelled to hide herself? They had all signed non-disclosures. She was being a coward. Lucius had asked her if she wanted to keep her mask on and she had grasped at that option instantly, but it left her feeling like a fraud.
Hermione was pulled from her inner self reprimand by Lucius’ words. He stood before the room in a white linen button down shirt tucked into charcoal grey trousers. His hair was parted down the middle and left to drape past his shoulders. Speaking slowly, he punctuated each word with his rich and sultry tone. There was no need for him to be particularly loud, as talking amongst the crowd ceased entirely the moment he began his to address them. “Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight for your visual pleasure, I present the Doll of The Dungeon. Doll is in my training and is discovering her naughty side which has been screaming for release. This dirty little witch will come to me now and bend over the bench, displaying for you the little gift I have bestowed on her.”
Hermione took his cue and stood up slowly before passing the chair to the bench on the other side. This was when she noticed the second large mirror placed at the back of the stage. The second mirror and the one above left no doubt that spectators would see every little inch of her from any chosen angle. She felt a thrill of excitement as she took Lucius’ offered hand and bent over the bench, facing the crowd. Sucking in her bottom lip, she glanced up and saw the audience looking at the mirrors, clearly getting a nice view of her bottom.
Hermione startled when Lucius crouched next to her face, his teasing as he whispered softly into her ear. “Look at them, pet. They are all looking at the mirrors. They can see you squeezing your thighs together fruitlessly. Your pink, juicy quim can not be hidden, pet. They can see it poking through. Some are imagining what your pussy feels like, others are imagining what it tastes like. Many are imagining fingering and fucking you.”
His hand stroked her soft globes and a finger slid along her moist heat. “Oh my…you are enjoying this aren’t you?” He laughed lightly as he stood and walked away.
Hermione didn’t need Lucius to tell her she was wet – she could feel it. His words had caused her to gush. Watching the crowd, she tried to imagine what they were thinking. Was Lucius correct? Were they seeing themselves touching her, tasting her…fucking her? Could they see how wet she was? She closed her eyes and willed her breathing to slow. Liquid heat of arousal was no longer just simmering, it was starting to boil. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed many faces were smiling and chuckling, no doubt finding humor in the Malfoy crested plug stuck up her bum. Others were simply watching as though it were nothing to see such a thing on display.
Her eyes shot to movement on her right where a witch was standing behind another, whispering into her ear. The one doing the whispering, was massaging the other’s breast as she pointed up at the mirror. The other witch, the witch whom Hermione ventured might be a submissive, was blushing a beet red.
Lucius sat on the chair and tapped his leg. “Come, my naughty little one. Bend over my lap like a good slut.” His voice carried so that all could hear, and Hermione felt the heat of her blush. Warmth crept up her chest and neck to her face and left her ears feeling as though they were on fire. She did as he instructed, bending over his lap with her legs draped behind her and her hands grasping his calves. The chair was tall, and her short frame left her unable to leave her hands or her feet on the floor. She felt like a small school girl being spanked in front of the class and shifted nervously as that thought left her even more aroused.
She felt his hand on her bottom once again, as his other stroked her sopping pussy. He slid two fingers inside and pumped them in and out quickly. She couldn’t help the soft, desperate moan that escaped her lips. Hermione was so wet the sloshing of his hand made him laugh. “Oh, Doll. This is just too much.”
Lucius looked up at the crowd. “It seems my little slut is enjoying this display very much. If you could all be silent for just a moment.” The crowd grew quiet and Lucius once again began to finger her aggressively. She was so wet, she could feel splatter on her thighs as his fingers pumped her like a jackhammer. With the silence of the crowd, her sloshing pussy could likely be heard at the back of the room. A couple gasps met her ears as well as laughing. She felt him spin her butt plug as his other hand continued to work in and out of her swollen and wet passage.
When his thumb began to stroke her clit, her legs fell open without her conscious thought. Any last-ditch attempt at decorum or control completely left her. She sounded like a car engine trying to start as staccato grunts, which matched the pace of his fingers, escaped her lips. The coil inside her was about to spring and her words were barely audible, “Master, I’m going to come.”
“Ah, that’s it my little slut. Come for your Master. Come all over my hand.”
White flashes materialized before her closed eyes as her womb shuttered its release. She let out a shriek as her pussy pulsed and pulsed. She heard a gasp from the crowd and a loud splat behind her. Lucius chuckled. “Perhaps we should have provided a warning that the first two rows of spectators run the risk of getting wet.” He smirked out at the crowd. “You might want to stand back, my friends. Then again, you might not.” He looked down at his witch and grabbed her braid, yanking her head back. He placed his dripping fingers in front of her mouth. “Lick them clean, naughty girl.”
Draco stood at the back of the room, unable to resist watching. There was laughter at Lucius’ taunt after Hermione spectacularly squirted her release about a foot behind her. She had not come anywhere near hitting a spectator, but Lucius was clearly enjoying teasing her. Draco watched his father beam as he stroked Hermione’s head tenderly. He contemplated his father’s tenderness as the normally stoic man bent down to kiss her shoulder, followed by a whisper in her ear. Draco had seen his father on stage a few times over the years, but not once had he ever seen his father smile on stage. Lucius’ presentations were always of a more serious nature, but he was clearly enjoying the show his submissive was displaying.
The young Malfoy watched as Hermione stood and walked to the bench. Positioning herself behind it, she faced the crowd before draping herself over it, leaving her bottom on display via the mirrors. Draco noticed something silver and green in her bum and stepped closer. His eyebrows spiked to his hairline in disbelief. Is that…is that the Malfoy crest? A butt plug with my family crest on it? His hand rose to his mouth as he let out a sigh. Unbelievable.
Draco shook his head lightly in continued amusement as his father stood and spoke to the crowd. “For the next part of our demonstration, Doll will experience her very first public spanking. I’m sure you will all agree what a special occasion this is for most submissives.”
There was a rumbling of the crowd, a few claps and murmurs of agreement. Draco watched as Lucius stepped beside and slightly behind Hermione. He spoke quietly, and the curly-haired witch mouthed, “Yes, Master.”
Hermione felt like she was floating. Still coming down from one of the most intense orgasms of her life, she draped herself over the bench. She knew the crowd was in front of her but at this point the room could have been empty for all she cared. The only voice she could hear was Lucius’ as he instructed her to count and thank him for each smack with his hand. She closed her eyes, prepared for the first hit.
SMACK
“One. Thank you, Master.”
SMACK
“Two. Thank you, Master.”
His libido now contained from his wank in the office, Snape quietly stepped next to Draco. He watched in silence as Hermione counted out each smack. Lucius was not striking her with much force, which Snape knew was by design. Based on what Lucius had told him, Hermione was likely to have a very tender bottom by the end of the night and Snape knew Lucius would have to take it easy on her if she were going to last. As Snape’s eyes stayed glued to the mirror, he found his gaze drawn to the shiny, crested plug in her bottom. Lucius really was a peacock – the man had no shame when it came to showing off. Snape’s eyes next ventured to her quim, he could see how wet she was even from all the way back here. She was so incredibly responsive that he couldn’t help but wish he was the one on stage spanking her.
He leaned against the wall behind him, crossing his arms over his chest as others continued to file into the room. A flash of red caught his attention and he turned his head to see Britt being led by Callum. Her eyes were focused on the stage as Callum whispered in her ear. Snape regretted staring too long when Britt’s eyes flashed to his and a small knowing smile graced her lips. He looked away quickly, focusing back on the stage.
SMACK
“Twenty. Thank you, Master.”
Snape watched as Lucius rubbed her now pink bottom and whispered words of encouragement before stepping away to address the crowd. “Please show your hand if you would like a turn at spanking this beautiful creature before you.” There were whispers as a few hands shot up instantly, others were more hesitant.
What is he doing? Snape wondered with no small bit of irritation. He and Draco glanced at each other, both clearly surprised by where this was going. Snape was perplexed, it was not like Lucius to share his submissives – unless it was with Snape himself. Lucius and Severus had shared many submissives over the years, but the pompous wizard rarely let any other Dominants touch his witches.
Draco leaned close, clearly thinking along the same lines. “It must because he’s training her. He’s doing this for her, not for himself.”
Snape nodded lightly. “Yes, possibly.”
Lucius stepped close to Hermione and squatted next to her, gesturing to the crowd. Snape watched as her caramel eyes scanned the audience before she whispered back to Lucius who stood with a smile. “Etan, would you do the honors, please?” Snape had not noticed Etan and Rose at the front of the room. Clearly, Lucius had let Hermione choose. Snape could feel heat rise within as the green monster began to poke at his consciousness. He really hated other men touching his witch. Of all times for Lucius to become selfless! Why couldn’t he be the same selfish Dominant he always was; unwilling to share unless Snape himself took an interest?
Willing himself to remain calm, Snape watched as Etan stepped onto the dais. Wanting to be able to hear, Snape and Draco both moved through the crowd, making their way closer to the stage. They both watched as Lucius spoke softly to Etan, reminding the man to not strike the plug. It was an unnecessary reminder, Snape knew Etan was very well versed with safety and would not hurt Hermione. He couldn’t blame Lucius for the whispered reminder, all the same.
Etan’s voice rose over the group of observers. “Thank you for choosing me, Doll. You have a gorgeous arse and I can’t wait to spank it.” Etan sat in the chair and beckoned Hermione over his lap. Snape swallowed his envy and frustration as his witch draped herself over the Dominant’s legs. “No need to count, my sweet.” His hand rubbed the pink globes of her bottom and he shifted slightly. Inhaling deeply, Etan’s eyes grew wide as he looked at her bottom and then back up at Lucius. “She smells positively delightful. How ever do you control yourself?”
Hermione let out a mewl of desperate need, and Etan’s eyes dropped down to the witch draped over his lap. “Ha! Eager are we, my sweet? Not to worry. Have you ever come from a spanking alone?” She shook her head.
Lucius’ voice rang out over the crowd. “You have permission to answer the Dominants who spank you this evening, Doll. You may answer Master Etan’s question.”
The room was quiet, awaiting to hear the voice of the displayed submissive. Her answer was light and tremulous. “No, sir. I’ve never come from a spanking alone.”
“Well, then. Something to aspire to.” Laughter from the spectators stopped immediately when Etan turned back to Lucius. “My friend, might I trouble you for the small paddle behind you? That is… if you will allow it?”
Lucius contemplated for a few seconds. “I’ll allow it, but nothing too painful, Etan. This is not a punishment and Doll has been very good tonight.”
“No, of course not. This is for her pleasure, my friend.”
Lucius handed Etan the paddle and the younger man leaned forward, whispering something in her ear.
Snape let out a huff of frustration, he wanted to hear. He startled when Draco touched his arm. “Relax, Godfather. Father would have stopped the scene if Etan had said anything inappropriate. It’s Etan, after all, he adores her.”
Yes, that’s what I’m worried about. Taking another breath, Snape reined in his emotions as he continued to watch.
Hermione lay still as Etan rubbed her bottom. She looked to her side at Rose who was smiling at her with encouragement.
SLAP!
Hermione jumped at the sound of the impact. She thought about that for a second and decided had been the sound and not the impact that had startled her. She wondered if the paddle had been charmed to be loud – it certainly hadn’t hurt. Although it did leave a warmth in its wake.
SLAP!
The second was as loud as the first. It left her bum heated but held very little sting. Finding she missed the sting, she surprised herself when she said, “Sir. You can strike me harder,” a pause, “If you’d like that is, sir.”
Light laughter escaped Etan’s mouth. “Oh, I like my sweet. Believe me, I like.” Etan looked up at Lucius for approval who nodded his assent, while containing his smile.
SLAP!
A loud gasp burst from Hermione’s lips as the sting from the paddle surprised her.
“Better, my sweet?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Hermione closed her eyes and found the bite from the paddle to be calming and it offered her the distraction she was beginning to need. Having long come down from her orgasm, she was much more aware of the room around her and the many eyes glued to her face and to the mirrors above and behind those on stage.
As the paddle continued to rain down on her, she felt her arousal beginning to build all over again. When the paddle struck low and lightly over her quim, she couldn’t contain the squeal that escaped. She found herself able to once again drown out the crowd as Etan continued his assault. Another light smack to her quim left her panting.
“I think that’s good for now, Etan. Thank Master Etan, Doll.”
Hermione felt regret that the spanking was over. “Thank you, Sir.”
Etan helped her slide off his lap and onto her trembling legs. “My pleasure, Doll. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble achieving orgasm via spanking.” He was smiling warmly at her. There was no teasing or ridicule, it was as though he were genuinely excited she could attain such a thing. She felt a glimmer of pride at his confidence in her and watched as he stepped off the stage before Lucius approached her, standing close.
Her Master’s right hand moved to her bottom and rubbed it tenderly as he looked out at the crowd. His hand inched lower as he stroked her wet sex. Unable to stop herself, she arched her back slightly, granting him better access to her now aching quim. He stroked her hardening nub, eliciting a soft, throaty grunt. He whispered into her ear. “Would you like to come, Doll? I sense you are very close.”
“Oh, please Master! Yes!”
Britt watched Lucius’ submissive with mild interest. The scene was really nothing terribly profound, at least not in her opinion. However, the Dominants around the room seemed to be chomping at the bit with their excitement. Then again, they often thirsted for the innocent ones – the ones who were new and easily impressed. Dominants could have fragile egos sometimes. It took a lot to impress the more experienced subs, like herself, but newbies could be easily wowed. No. What was happening on the stage was rather boring and Britt’s attention was easily pulled to her former Dominant who was making his way closer to the front. Despite Britt’s easy dismissal of the witch on the stage, the tiny little thing clearly held Snape’s interest. He would not have bothered to even watch such an elementary display if he weren’t intrigued. Britt found herself wondering again if this masked witch meant something to Snape. Who was she anyway? Why did she always wear a mask? Was she so uncomfortable with her innate desires that she couldn’t even own up to them in a club such as this? No one cared who she was except her. Everyone was sworn to secrecy within the club, so why was she hiding her identity?
Her mind was beginning to wander to thoughts of the fun she and Callum could be having right now if he would take her to a private room. She looked back at him demurely and internally rolled her eyes when she saw how focused he was on the girl on stage. Oh honestly!
Letting out an internal huff of boredom she watched as Master Etan exited the platform. She hoped the show was coming to an end. She found her mind wandering to thoughts of errands she would need to run the next day as Lucius was stroking his submissive on the stage. She lazily looked up as Lucius stepped away from the witch and gestured into the crowd.
“Master Snape, would you perhaps be available to assist?”
What?! Surprise and jealousy raced through Britt to her core as Snape was on the dais in a flash. She hadn’t realized the wizard could move that fast.
What?! Shock and instant desire raced through Hermione to her core as Severus was on the stage in a flash. How did he get up here so fast?
Hermione was suddenly a bundle of nerves as the object of her greatest desire was standing less than three feet away. Lucius asked Snape to the stage? To assist? No. Never in her wildest dreams would she have foreseen this. If Lucius allowed Severus to spank her on stage she would be a goner for sure. There would be no coming back to earth from such a moment.
Taking deep calming breaths her eyes perused the crowd. Draco was now standing front and center, a smirk on his face. She gave him a small smile. To the right stood Rose wrapped in Etan’s arms as he whispered in her ear and beside them stood Jonathan and Clarise. Hermione was thrilled when she saw Jonathan was not only standing beside Clarise, but he was wearing her collar as well. Clearly, they had made up.
The wizards were whispering behind her. Trying to contain her nervous excitement, Hermione continued to scan the crowd and swallowed heavily when her eyes landed on Britt. Britt the beautiful and perfect submissive whom Severus preferred over all the others. She imagined her scene with Lucius would seem like child’s play to such an experienced submissive. Hermione couldn’t help but compare her own performance to that of the redhead’s with Severus only a couple of months before. Seeing the woman made Hermione feel suddenly inferior. The confidence and arousal of moments before was slipping away. Britt didn’t hide behind a mask. Britt could take a proper caning. Britt could make Severus happy.
“Doll, come lean over the bench.” Hermione quickly moved as instructed and leaned over the bench as she had earlier. Her body trembled like a puddle in an earthquake as Severus stepped around her to her right side.
Lucius’ voice once again rang over the crowd. “An experiment, ladies and gentlemen. Master Etan brought forth a reasonable question. Can Doll climax from a spanking alone? I think she can. And Doll, if you do? You will be rewarded greatly later this evening.”
Hermione held no doubt she could do this – it wasn’t even a question. The thought of Lucius and Severus spanking her at the same time was more than she could take. She would come in a flash. Hell, all Severus would have to do is talk Italian as Lucius spanked her and she would come like a freight train with no brakes.
“Kiss the crops, my dear.” Hermione stilled as each wizard stood on either side of her, holding the tips of their riding crops before her mouth. She stretched her neck as she puckered out her lips. Both Dominants chuckled as they held the implements just out of her reach. She let out a grunt of frustration. Instant heat and pain stung her left butt cheek as the punishing swat of Lucius’ crop landed. “Patience, Doll. You’ve been very good up until this point.”
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
Lucius grabbed her braid and pulled her head back, causing her back to arch. His eyes roved lazily over her form, pausing on her pussy. “Look at that inviting, juicy cunt. So nice and wet. Such a good little slut.” He released her braid. “Don’t you think so Snape?”
As she slinked back into position, Hermione literally felt her quim quiver when Severus’ lazy baritone droned out deliciously, “Hmm, we shall see, Lucius. She certainly seems to be enjoying herself right now. Her pretty pussy’s leaking so profusely, I think we might need a plumber.” Neither Snape nor Lucius missed the needy growl that sounded like a purr, her back arching a smidge as she rubbed her thighs together. They gave each other a knowing smirk. It was obvious their verbal taunts were whipping her arousal into a frenzy. Snape added for good measure, “Only a truly naughty and sexually depraved little tramp would climax from the kiss of two riding crops alone. I’m not sure this little witch has it in her.”
Oh yes, she does! I’ll be the dirtiest little slut ever to grace this platform! Hermione would not be teased, and she would not be doubted. She also would not hide from herself any longer. Without pausing to think, she pulled off her mask and tossed it into Draco’s surprised hands. Gasps rang out and whispers could be heard.
“Is that Hermione Granger?”
“Hermione Granger is a submissive?”
“Do her friends know?”
“Could Harry Potter be into this as well? Is he here?”
Britt’s jaw fell to the floor as the pieces all came together. Hermione-fucking-Granger. War heroine and now a fucking submissive. Suddenly Britt’s confidence melted to the floor. She held nothing on this witch and knew the battle was lost before it had even begun. Her eyes shot to Snape’s whose gaze was only on the witch bent before him. Lust was in his dark orbs. Pure, unadulterated lust. Lust Britt herself had only seen from the wizard a handful of times. She felt ill and had to choke back a sob as the reality that she had lost Snape forever crashed down on her.
Hermione couldn’t help but look towards Britt. She was finally exposed, there were no more secrets. She was strong like the redhead and could own up to her desires. She might not be able to take a hard caning on stage…yet, but she would get there.
Only, what she saw on Britt’s face did not fuel her fire in the least. She saw what Hermione had been seeing in the mirror up until the last couple of weeks. Heartbreak. Devasting and all encompassing. Hermione could only guess the source of that pain. Was the redhead in love with Snape?
She wouldn’t gloat, and she wouldn’t take joy in another witch’s misery. It could still be Hermione’s fate after all. Instead, she looked away, sparing the redhead’s humiliation at discovery.
Her focus was jolted back to her wizards when the crops were tapped on her lips, kissing them each in turn. She felt her arousal resume its climb as she quickly forgot about Britt and found herself instantly wrapped up in her own predicament.
Lucius spoke slowly and tauntingly. “Yes, everyone. This witch has revealed herself at last. Strong, brilliant, and beautiful. Vanquisher of Dark wizards. And. A. Slut.”
The crowd had gone completely silent.
Suddenly a slap landed on her left butt cheek as Lucius’ crop struck. It was quickly followed by a slap with matching intensity by Snape’s crop on the right.
Severus’ rich baritone, or Snape-tone as she had christened it, caused her throat to rumble with uncontained desire. “Look at you…your bottom in the air. Your pussy on display with your juices running down your thighs. What would your little friends think if they could see you now? Hmm?”
Hermione swallowed heavily. Before she could even fathom a response, all conscious thought left her as both wizards rained smacks on her butt cheeks one after the other, each occasionally slapping her clit and eliciting small squeals of pleasure.
Lucius leaned down and whispered, “He’s right you know. Your juices are running down your thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet.”
He righted himself and they each began focusing all their attentions on her clit, smacking it quickly and lightly, one after the other.
Unable to exercise any control of herself, Hermione had spread her legs wide and was gyrating her hips forward and back as the familiar coil within began to twist and tighten. Wanton moans rolled off her lips and she panted as once again lights flashed before her eyes. A loud anguished groan echoed throughout the room, but Hermione never realized it had come from her. She was lost – lost in the most intense and all-encompassing orgasm of her life. Her quim convulsed and convulsed and then convulsed some more and she could feel liquid gush and squirt out of her. Distant and hazy claps and cheers echoed throughout the room and she suddenly felt like Jell-O. Her body lost its strength as strong arms scooped her up and held her. Lucius. It was Lucius. She could tell by his smell. She kept her eyes closed and buried her face in his neck as he sat in the chair and held her.
Slowly she felt her faculties return as Severus approached her with a bottle of water. Looking up into his dark irises, she smiled as she took the bottle. “Thank you, Sir.”
There was no mistaking the flash of desire in his eyes. “No, princess. Thank you.” She felt a deep sense of loss when he turned away and quickly stepped off the dais, working his way through the crowd until she could no longer see him.
Turning her eyes up to Lucius’ face, she was met with warmth and a tender smile that made her feel like goo. “I did good, Master?”
Laughing at her misuse of the English language, Lucius grinned roguishly. “Oh, Doll. You did real good.” Hermione’s eyes lit up as she realized he was teasing her. She giggled as her body continued to calm.
“Pet, do you think you have one more spanking in you tonight?”
Hermione was shocked. More?
“I won’t make you, it’s your choice. It’s something that’s as much for Draco as it is for you.”
Fully alert now, Hermione’s curiosity was peaked. “Are you going to have Draco spank me?”
He laughed. “No, pet. It’s a surprise.”
Finding her confidence high and her desire to please even higher, she felt she could take on anyone. “Yes, Master. Whatever you desire.”
“Thank you, my dear.” Helping her stand, Lucius assisted her to her kneeling pillow and held her hand as she took position. The crowd had started to disperse assuming the show was over. When Lucius began to speak people paused and re-approached the dais. “I have one more Dominant whom I wish to introduce to you all this evening. She is new to The Dungeon but comes with high words of praise from our friends across the pond.”
Hermione noticed Severus was standing next to Draco, conversing with him and had to wonder if Severus knew about this plan of Lucius’. Suddenly, her Master’s words echoed in her head. Wait – she?!
“Please take the time to introduce yourselves and make welcome our newest Dominatrix, Mistress M.” Lucius gestured to where the witch was watching from the back of the room.
Once again, the crowd grew silent as all eyes moved towards the right corner. Out of the shadowed alcove, the statuesque mystery goddess slowly sauntered towards the platform. The room’s inhabitants parted for her as she made her way to the stage. No longer sporting a mask, but wearing heavy eye make-up, the witch still remained a mystery. She was beyond beautiful. Long, chestnut-brown locks pulled into a high pony tail and sky-blue eyes on a curvaceous, tall form. She wore a black bustier bodysuit which was covered in a black see-through mesh dress. The dress was high collared with long sleeves and hugged her voluptuous figure all the way to her knees where the sported little black shoestring ties that kept the it tight at the hem. She looked like an amazon supermodel – all breasts and hips with a small waist.
Hermione couldn’t help but glance at Draco and Snape. The latter had an amused look on his face and Draco looked like he was going to cream himself any minute. The blond moved towards the stage, his eyes on the mystery Domme’s hips as he followed at a safe distance.
Mistress M climbed the steps gracefully in four-inch, black patent leather pumps. Lucius bowed his head politely. “Mistress M.”
“Master Lucius”, she purred.
Hermione couldn’t help the rush of arousal at this bombshell before her. Arousal mixed with trepidation. This woman could squash Hermione like a gnat.
Her voice was sultry and smooth like vocal liquid caramel. “Well, if it isn’t Little. Miss. Priss.”
What?! Hermione’s eyes grew wide as the witch draped herself into the chair like a queen before her subjects. Her arms draped over the arm rests as she looked out over the crowd.
Hermione shot Lucius a curious glance and found him with a barely concealed smile. Clearly, he found this situation amusing.
She looked back at the seductress to find the woman’s eyes grazing up and down her body. For some reason, Hermione felt more exposed under this woman’s gaze than she had all night. She could feel that her nipples were taut peaks of sensitivity and the lace of her camisole lightly tickled them with each inhalation of air. “So, Miss Priss. Why don’t you climb on M’s lap like the good little swot you are?” The woman was patting her thighs, the creamy white showing through the mesh of the dress.
Hermione stood slowly and approached the intimidating woman. Mistress M laughed with delight as she held up her hands and gave Hermione a mock innocent smirk. “Aww, don’t be afraid Miss Priss. I don’t bite…much.”
Hermione heard Draco let out a desperate whimper from only feet away. She let out a breath and tapped once more into her inner Gryffindor as she lightly leaned forward over Mistress M’s lap. The brunette placed her long red-nailed fingers over the backs of Hermione’s thighs and slid the petite witch forward as though she weighed no more than a feather. She found herself in the same predicament as she had on Lucius and Etan’s laps – her hands and feet didn’t reach the floor.
Her voice still sultry and slow, Mistress M purred, “You know, when Lucius approached me about spanking you, I was more than happy to oblige. But you can’t imagine my surprise when you pulled off your mask. It’s like Christmas has come early and this Dominatrix was at the top of the good girl list. Of course, Santa knows I’m a good girl. I spank his bottom every year.”
Laughs from the crowd couldn’t conceal another whimper from Draco. Eyes pulled to the younger Malfoy, Hermione found he was practically drooling with desire. Clearly realizing the effect she was having on the blond boy, Mistress M chuckled. “Oh, Drakey. Too bad you’re such a prat.”
Lucius was outright belly laughing at his son’s expense. Draco didn’t seem phased at all by the rebuff. Instead his eyes grew wide as obvious awareness of her true identity hit him like a lightening bolt. Only one witch had ever called him a prat to his face at Hogwarts and she had done it from year one to year seven. He couldn’t believe it was her. “Holy mother of Merlin,” he whispered.
Her eyes danced with mirth. “Just Mistress M will do, Drakey.”
The Dominatrix’s hands began to stroke up and down Hermione’s thighs as her focus returned to the witch across her lap. “Oh, Miss Priss. Finally, I get to spank your little bottom. You can’t imagine the torture I endured year after year as you flung your hand in the air at every question and in every class. It was exhausting.”
Hermione couldn’t help but look up when Severus’ barely concealed chuckle echoed throughout the silent crowd. A crowd that seemed to be stunned by the newcomer. A soft gasp to the left drew Hermione’s gaze towards Britt for the second time that night. The redhead’s hand was over her mouth and her wide eyes were on Severus before moving back to Hermione. The two witches locked gazes, Hermione’s with curiosity and Britt’s with what Hermione felt was shock? Despair maybe? The entire exchange took less than a few seconds and then Britt turned on her heels and pushed her way out of the room.
Soft rubs on her bottom pulled her focus back to the witch whose lap she was draped over. Hermione’s brain raced, trying to figure out the witch’s identity. Then it hit her; she didn’t know why it had taken so long. The voice was more controlled and sultrier, but there was no denying who this witch was. She had transformed from a bullying, mean, frumpy, and unpopular garden snake into a sexual python. Millicent Bulstrode had come a long way. Although the jury was still out on the bullying and mean part – the witch was certainly enjoying her torment of Hermione right now.
A moan escaped Mistress M’s lips as she tenderly continued to stroke Hermione’s thighs and bottom. “Lucius, her skin is delectable. It makes me want to nibble her from her toes to her tits.”
“A spanking only, M,” Lucius cautioned.
Murmurs from the crowd reminded Hermione she was still on display. It was surprising to Hermione how quickly and easily she could remove the audience from her concern. Yet at the same time she found being watched aroused her. It aroused her more than she had remembered with Rose and more than she thought possible.
Homing in her minds wanderings, she considered how comfortable she was in this witch’s lap. If Hermione had been blindfolded, she would still know she was in a woman’s clutches. The lap felt completely different from the wizards of earlier. Soft cradling thighs coupled with tender strokes from Millicent’s silky fingers and nails felt oddly soothing and arousing. The witch was a walking oxymoron. Her words were teasing and meant to intimidate, yet she had a body that was inviting and made for comfort. Wide hips and large thighs nestled Hermione and with the nurturing strokes of M’s feminine hand, Hermione felt quite complacent. What’s more, the witch smelled feminine and sweet and Hermione could feel twinges of arousal stirring within her. She could feel herself flush as she wished she could nuzzle into the woman’s large breasts. What is wrong with you? You are on Millicent Bulstrode’s lap! The witch would sooner snap you like a twig than comfort you.
Hermione’s thoughts zapped from comforting thighs and breasts to the spanking that was heading her way when she felt a tap on her butt plug. “This is lovely, Lucius.”
“Yes, I’m quite fond of it myself,” Lucius responded with a lazy drawl.
Hermione felt M’s soft hands begin to massage the globes of her bum. “Your bum is nice and pink, Miss Priss. I would like to turn it a bit more red. Pink is such a passé color. What do you think?”
“Whatever pleases you, Ma’am.”
“Ahh, such manners. I might actually be fond of you, Miss Priss.” Mistress M leaned down a touch and breathed in deeply. She laughed lightly. “And I would judge by your smell, you might actually be quite fond of me as well.” Hermione hadn’t thought she could blush after all that had happened tonight, but this witch’s teasing and sensual strokes were rattling the axis of Hermione’s self-awareness. She had not known a woman could bring her to such a state. It wasn’t just beauty and verbal swagger that had her going, it dawned on Hermione that it was the familiarity. This witch actually knew her, perhaps not very well, but they had a history. There was a touch of truth to this witch’s teasing. Hermione had been a swot. For some reason, this kicked the intensity of this exchange up a few notches for Hermione. She deserved this spanking. She wanted this spanking.
Hermione felt M shift and straighten herself. “After each slap, you will thank me and ask me for another. And, since this exercise is also to let everyone know what a little slut you are, you will confess any growing arousal for all to hear.”
SWAT!
Ow! “One! Thank you, Ma’am. May I have another?”
SWAT!
Son of a…! “Two! Thank you, Ma’am. May I have another?”
M’s hits held a lot of bite, but Hermione was relishing every one of them. She liked the sting. She liked the pain and frankly she loved the humiliation of a spanking from Millicent Bulstrode. She was truly a dirty little slut to enjoy such a thing. Laying across this sex goddess’ lap was doing delicious things to her.
SWAT!
“Three! Thank you, Ma’am. May I have another?” She whimpered, and her voice was slightly choked when she continued, “I’m…I’m…”
M paused her hand and tilted her ear down as she smiled flirtatiously out at the crowd. “What was that Miss Priss? Did you want to say something?”
‘Yes, Ma’am. I’m…startingtobecomingaroused.”
“Wait, what was that? I couldn’t quite understand. Do you need me to stop?”
“No, no please.” Hermione swallowed heavily. “I’m becoming aroused.”
“What…already?”
Hermione had to contain her frustration as M continued to tease. Why am I so turned on right now?
SWAT!
Oh! “Four! Thank you, Ma’am. May I have another?”
Hermione subconsciously arched her bottom up with each slap. With each hit, M’s nails moved slightly closer to her clit and Hermione mewled with need, but M was clearly no amateur. Each smack left her closer to becoming a heaping pile of desperate need but the witch never full on touched Hermione’s nub. It was subtle, and it was infuriating.
After the tenth swat M paused and looked over her shoulder. “Lucius, she’s about to combust. Shall I do the honors, or would you prefer she come by your own hand?”
Lucius contemplated. He was desperate to reclaim Hermione as his own. All this sharing was leaving him antsy and he simply wanted to get her off the stage. This was for Hermione, though, and was an experience he did not want to deny his witch.
He responded with a light toss of his hand. “After all your hard work? Please, all yours.”
“How about it, Miss Priss? Would you like to come as my fingers slap that pretty, wet cunt of yours?”
“Oh Gods, yes. Yes, Ma’am! Please, Ma’am!”
“Aww. Well, when you beg like the little whore you are…well…How could I possibly say no? You’re being such a good girl.”
Hermione gasped when a hard slap landed right on her clit.
“Fuck.” Another choked gasp for air escaped as Hermione added breathlessly, “Five. Thank you, Ma’am. May I have another?”
The next slap was followed by a nail flicking her clit quickly and repeatedly. Hermione choked back a sob as sweet relief pulsed through her. She whimpered and felt all the strength she had left simply melt out of her like a snowball in the middle of July.
She was only half aware of the whisper coming from above her. “That was simply delicious, Missy. Let’s do it again sometime, shall we?”
As the familiar and warm hands of her beloved Master lifted her from M’s lap, Hermione sighed a breath of shear contentment. As Lucius cradled her to his chest, Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as the pull of sleep tugged at her consciousness. Whispered words of praise faded as sleep claimed her.
Interview One with Writers and the Cast:
Snow: So, Lissa and I decided it would be fun to bring you all together for a little discussion about Master Mine.
Lissa: Yes. It seems the readers are divided on just where this story should go and just who Hermione will end up with. We thought it might be fun to hear your thoughts on the matter.
Snow: So, Hermione, let’s start with you. What insight can you offer the readers?
Hermione: Honestly, it’s just all so exhausting. One minute, I’m just trying to use the loo and the next minute I’m inducted into this covert sexual cult that I never knew existed. I’m being spanked by Severus, then I’m fucking Lucius, and the next thing you know I’m in a con non-con scene with Draco! And let’s not forget the scene with Rose and Etan! Then I’m fucking Severus…and wow. Oh, but it doesn’t end there… next I’m with Charlie. Then I’m back with Lucius – repeatedly – and he’s making my eyes cross. It’s a wonder I can even walk with all the sex you two are obsessively writing! I mean – really! I thought you were nice. But you’re actually quite deviant and sex obsessed in my opinion.
Draco: Ohhh, waa, waa, waa. Honestly Granger. Only you would complain about being the lead role in an awesome story where you’re the hottest witch around. Lavender would have killed for this role!
Lissa: How about it Draco? Where do you see this story going?
Draco: It’s so obvious. The most popular Granger pairing in fanfiction is Dramione. Snow and Lissa want this story to be a huge success, so clearly that’s their ending.
Dark eyes are staring at Draco from the corner of the room where our wizard in black in leaning against the wall.
Snape: Yes, Draco. Continue to delude yourself. It’s all so obvious. From the beginning there has only really been one wizard for the leading witch.
Snow: So, you feel it will be you then, Snape?
Snow slightly sinks into her chair as the piercing obsidian eyes land on her.
Snape: Obviously. Clearly you would have been sorted into Ravenclaw, Snowblind. Your intuitive powers of deduction are astounding.
Lissa snorts.
Lissa: What about Lucius, Snape? Don’t you think he has a fair shot at the maiden?
Snape eyebrows raised: Maiden? What maiden? I had sensed that you were the intelligent one. Clearly, I was mistaken.
Lucius: You have no subtlety, Severus. It’s quite apparent Snow and Lissa have intended that I will be the one to woo Hermione in the end. Unlike your prickly and difficult character, I am considerate and kind. And I share Hermione’s love of Muggle pizza. I have also provided her with more orgasms than any other character in the story.
Snape: It’s not about quantity but quality, Lucius. Our writers are clearly saving the best for last.
Mistress M: Ohh, boys! I hope your fragile egos aren’t too wounded when the story has the best ending possible. She winds up with me, of course!
Hermione gasps and dives behind Lissa and Snow in horror: Did I say you were mean? I didn’t mean it! I meant wonderful, perfect, and stunningly gorgeous. Both of you!
Silence for a moment, all eyes on Hermione.
Hermione whispering: She’s terrifying.
Laughter at Hermione’s expense.
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission