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He Was My Solution	By : SecretLetterC Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 39848 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I make no money. Nothing but the plot is mine.

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I had a review wondering about Hermione's mindset in all of this, and my pretty short and curt answer is: who cares? This is purely smut. Free of any plot whatsoever. She enjoys his attention--including the pain--and wants to please him. It excites her to experience something new. That's it. Nothing else.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THE REVIEWS. Keep 'em coming. Also, I am not personally experienced in BDSM, so correct me on anything that is wrong with it. Also, any ideas for the next chapter will be much appreciated.

Ch 4.

“You make a beautiful canvas, my pussy.” my master whispers, and a shiver runs down my spine, “No-uh, stay still. You wouldn’t want me to mess up and then have to punish you, my cunt.”

I am chained spread-eagle to two vertical poles. I am standing in the middle of an octagon room, whose walls are all mirrors, so I can see my naked body from every angle. Snape, still fully clothed, though I hope it won’t be that way for long, has a magical quill in his hand. He began his little project about an hour ago, but he is so meticulous about the whole thing that it takes forever. He has been drawing intricate designs all over my body. He began on my neck and arms with loopy swirls and traveled down to my chest where he swirled the feathered quill around my breasts. My nipples began to harden, and he drew lovely flowers around them.

Now he is on my stomach. He is drawing all sorts of flowers. The quill wavers ever so close to my most sensitive spot, and I tense, but he loops the quill back up and draws a rose on my hip. Then he goes behind me. I look in the mirror and watch as he draws more wonderful objects on my back. It takes another hour until his moves down south to my ass. He begins work on my left butt cheek first. I can’t see what he is drawing, but I am growing wetter with every stroke of the quill. Now he is on my right butt cheek. I can feel myself dripping. But he doesn’t come around to my aching pussy. Instead he begins drawing random lines on my long legs.

It takes another three hours, but finally every part of my body is covered with elaborate drawings except for my pussy. My master walks around to my front and kneels in front of me. He taps the quill against his chin as if thinking of what he wants to do, and then finally—finally—he places the tip of the quill on my clit. And pauses. NO! I struggle against my binds, grinding my hips closer to the quill.

“No ma’am. That’s another punishment added to the list.”

I sag in my chains and do not move again while my master decides what he will do. I can’t see what he is writing, but when he is done and movs away, I see what he has written on my pussy. On my clit, the word ‘Whore’ is written in calligraphy. On my left pussy lip is the word ‘Slut’, and on the right ‘Skank’. He blows on my pussy, drying out the ink, and I shudder from the insatiable pain from being untouched.

"Now, I must go and ready your punishment for moving, but while you wait, here is something to keep your muscles loose." He conjures up a vibrator and places it firmly in my pussy. It begins to vibrate hard--harder and faster than any other toy he has ever put in or on me. "If you cum, that will be more punishment." he says and then leaves me to look at myself panting in the mirror as I try not to cum in the fast vibrator.

It feels like hours, but finally my master reenters the room and silently unchains me from the poles and takes out the vibrator.

"You disobeyed me, skank; you will have extra punishment for cumming." he says as I immediately get down on all fours and follow him out of the room. He stops in front of a black door down the hallway and pauses to bend down and blindfold me. He grabs some of my hair and directs me with it as if it were a leash. We walk into the room, and my master places me how he wishes. I am laid out on my back on some leather table. My arms are handcuffed together in front of me and hooked above my head. I can feel a spreader bar being secured between my spread feet. My heart beats faster from the anticipation. Suddenly I feel something small, square, and cold touching my clit, making it stand erect. It is rubbed up and down the small length of my clit and water drops slowly roll down my pussy.

"Ice cubes." my master says as he inserts three ice cubes into my pussy. My skin erupts in goosebumps as I am filled with the ice.

Suddenly my breasts begin to burn, and I can smell candles.

"Wax." he tells me as I feel it running down my boobs and drying quickly. The contrasting heat makes my body spasm. I wriggle on the leather table as the inside of me freezes and the outside of me burns.

"This is punishment for moving while I created my piece of art. Now it is time for the punishment for cumming when I directly told you not to."

I hear my master walk away. It takes about ten minutes, but finally my master returns and unchains me from the leather table. The ice cubes have just melted and the dried wax cracks when I move to get on my hands and knees. My master connects a leash to my collar, and I follow him out of the door. We walk--I crawl--a long way, and suddenly I feel heat on my back. We are outside.

My master takes my blindfold off, and my eyes land on a large, white van that is windowless besides the driver and passenger windows. He commands that I get in the passenger seat, and I obey. Once I am sitting in the chair, my master arranges it so that the seat is all the way back. He takes my hands and chains them together above my head and connects the chain to something in the back seat that I cannot see. Then he gets in the driver's seat and pulls away from the warehouse where we had been.

"Spread your legs." he commands. And then he pushes the vibrator up my pussy again. I moan as I feel its vibrations giving me pleasure. He then pulls out two nipple clamps and clips them to my inked up nipples. The chain connecting the two clamps is short, but he pulls it up to my mouth and tells me to bite it. "Keep that chain in your mouth, if it falls out, your punishment will be worse than it already is."

I have to use the muscles in my neck to keep my head up to hold the short chain. And then the worst part occurs. My master reaches over me and pushes a button to unroll the window. My eyes widen, and my master snickers at my wild expression. "Keep those legs spread, whore, I want the world to see how much of a slut you are."

I close my eyes, but then my master commands me to keep them open. Just then we stop at a red light. I look over to my right, and see that a fat, hairy truck driver is looking over at me with large, hungry eyes. I hear my master cackle, and he says, "Grind your hips for the fat fellow."

I unwillingly begin to pump my hips up and down as best as I can in my position. The truck driver's eyes widen and his smile broadens. He toots his horn and nods at my master with an evil grin. I am so ashamed. Nobody but my master has ever seen me in this kind of position.

The sun beats down on my naked body, and I am beginning to sweat. But the ink that is still all over my body doesn't smudge a bit. It must be some sort of magical ink. But I have no more time to think about that because my master has pulled onto a dirt road. He has now driven about thirty minutes into the middle of these woods. Finally he stops right before a clear patch. All I see is a cage filled with something long and slimy that is moving. As my master unchains me and directs me to the middle of the clear patch, I realize that the cage is full of snakes. My eyes widen as I know that these are my worst fears. Not many people knew this. Ron was scared of spiders. But I was always scared of snakes.

"Lie down on your back in the middle of the patch." he instructs. And I do so. I feel so dirty as I just lie on my back in the dirt in the middle of the day. I watch in horror as my master unlocks the snakes and speaks to them. There are five snakes in all and suddenly they begin sliding their way to me. I shake on the ground. One snake wraps its slimy body around my left wrist and pulls it up above my head, acting like a manacle. Another snake does the same to my right wrist. Two other snakes wrap themselves around my ankles and pull them as far apart as they can go. There is only one more snake left. My eyes widen as I helplessly watch it slither between my legs. It raises its head up and sticks it tongue out at me. And then slowly, it licks my clit. I moan as the ticklish feeling forces my body to arch in the dirt. The snakes holding my wrists and ankles in place tighten themselves around me when I arch, making sure I can't escape. The fifth snake continues to lick all around my pussy lips and clit, causing me to spaz out and squirm. The vibrator starts to pump a little harder, and I begin to sweat against all of these tantalizing sensations. And the sun isn't helping me at all. My pussy is pulsing from the tickling that the snake's tongue is giving me. I need more than just this. I need my master inside of my me. Please, come to me. I silently beg as I stare up at him with pleading eyes.

"Not yet, my cunt. This is your punishment. Until the sun has disappeared behind the trees, you will stay in this position. And make sure not to let go of that chain in your mouth." And with that said, my master turns on his heels, gets into the van, and drives away.

I can't believe he has left me. Here I am all alone in the middle of nowhere with no civilization anywhere around, snakes acting as my chains, a vibrator sticking inside of my pussy, nipple clamps tugging to their tightest, and a snake licking at my clit and pussy lips. And in the middle of broad daylight. What if some hiker sees me like this? How humiliating?
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