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The Happy Hotwives of Hogsmeade	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 34004 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 4 — Ginny and Harry, Part II

It had been a little more than a week since Ginny had put Harry into chastity and he was rapidly adjusting to the new home dynamic. He would rise early each morning to make breakfast — porridge and grapefruit for him (and his new diet) and a full fry-up for Ginny (who had a long day of training ahead of her) — before seeing Ginny off to work. While she was gone he would do household chores and exercise.

Ginny had, of course, been right: his self-pity had driven him into a slump and he had attempted to fill his days with food, alcohol, and wanking. With an imposed exercise regime and new diet, magical locks on the alcohol, and a cage on his cock, Harry had rapidly lost the excess poundage he had put on since losing his job and was finding meaning in his new role as a house-husband.

Between the cage and the plug that he now wore round-the-clock, he was also finding himself in a near-constant state of arousal, which Ginny was enjoying immensely, as it was helping to rapidly improve his cunnilingus skills.

Harry was just wrapping up his new daily chores when he heard the tell-tale crack of an apparation. Setting aside his dish-washing gloves, he left the kitchen to greet Ginny, who was standing just inside the front door, laden with shopping. She must have gone shopping on her lunch break, because she was still in her training clothes — mud-spattered tight white trousers and jumper — with her hair in disarray and sweat streaking her face.

“Hi, Harry!” She said, happily. “I like the apron! Give me a spin!”

Blushing, Harry twirled in a circle. He had forgotten that he was wearing a floral apron, which twirled around him as he spun. He blushed deeper when he felt his cock twitch in its cage.

“Very nice,” said Ginny, approvingly.

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Harry, blushing even deeper. “I was just about to start dinner,” he added, lamely, trying to distract from his obvious arousal.

“Good. I’m going to take a bath.”

“Of course, Mistress,” said Harry, unconsciously giving a small curtsey.

“Very cute, Harry,” said Ginny. “Now, help me get this shopping upstairs…and no peeking!”

Harry obeyed, picking up four heavy bags and following Ginny upstairs. Despite his orders to the contrary, Harry stole a peek into one of the nondescript bags, but was stymied by a thick layer of crepe paper. Unfortunately, Ginny saw his transgression.

“Naughty boy,” she said. “I’m going to have to punish you. Take your clothes off and bend over the end of the bed.

Harry did as ordered as Ginny stripped out of her clothes. When she was down to her sports bra and boy shorts she reached down to rummage in one of the bags.

“Since you were so curious…” a swishing noise filled the air and a firm wooden paddle made hard contact with Harry’s exposed ass. He lurched forward with a whine and Ginny tutted. “I’d like you to count for me. And thank me for each one. Ten should do it.” She swung again, and Harry bit back his cry of pain.

“Two! Thank you!”

“No. You need to start over: it doesn’t count unless you count out loud. Again! And you forgot to call me “Mistress.” I think that infraction is worth another five.”

When he had finally finished counting to Ginny’s satisfaction, Harry’s ass was on fire with the result of at least thirty welts, though having to restart several times had make him lose the total count. His cock was also on fire, having swelled as much as it could in its prison. Ginny had switched from the paddle to a cane part way through, angry at Harry’s lack of concentration.

“What do you say, husband?” Asked Ginny, setting the rod aside.

“Thank you, Mistress Ginny,” he gasped.

“Good boy. Kneel.”

Harry turned and knelt, finding himself presented with Ginny’s foot.

“Lick,” she commanded. Harry cupped the foot in his hands and began to lick and suck on her sweaty toes. Obeying orders, he switched to her other foot, prostrating himself fully to do so, and then licked and kissed his way up her legs. “One last kiss,” she said, pointing to her mound, still concealed by black spandex. Harry kissed her, savoring the mingled aromas of sweat and arousal.

“Good boy. Now go finish dinner while I take a bath. And since you liked them so much…” she peeled her panties down her legs and tossed them to Harry, “you can wear these. Nothing else but the apron. I expect dinner on the table in forty-five minutes.”

Harry stared at the panties for a moment then raised them to his nose, inhaling deeply. Using the arousal, and the implied promise of more fun to come, to get him over his initial disinclination to obey, he slid the panties up his legs. They cupped his balls and his ass tightly, and he took a moment to examine himself in a mirror. He admired his renewed thin physique and had to admit that the panties made his ass look pretty great. He put the rest of his clothes in a hamper, grabbed his apron and went back downstairs to prepare dinner.

He was setting plates out on the table — a chicken breast with green beans for him and a fillet mignon with mashed potatoes and green beans for Ginny — when she came down the stairs. Harry stared. Ginny usually just dressed in sweats and a sports bra, lounge pants and camisole, or a T-shirt and knickers after her evening bath (all of which Harry found deeply alluring) but tonight she wore a loose cream silk blouse that opened far enough to reveal a hint of the lacy green bra beneath and the key that dangled between her breasts. Over the blouse was a black pinstriped vest. She wore a wide leather belt and flared trousers that matched the vest. She was even wearing shoes, towering black heels which raised her a full seven inches taller than her husband.

She greeted him with a giggle.

“Your butt is adorable in those panties. How do they feel?”

“They’re all right,” said Harry, a little embarrassed, even now.

“Remember my rule about lying, Harry?” Asked Ginny sternly. Harry ducked his head.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I really like them. I was just embarrassed.”

“You should never be embarrassed around me,” she said, cupping his chin in her hand and making him meet her eyes. “I love you no matter what: we’re just both discovering some new things about ourselves. So tell me: what specifically do you like about wearing my panties?”

“I like how they feel…they’re so soft and they cup everything. I like how they make me look, too. And that they smell like you.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No, Mistress.”

She kissed him. “Let’s eat. Pour some wine for us both.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Ginny sat, watching while Harry chose a bottle from the cabinet, uncorked it, and poured two glasses.

“I think your diet and exercise regimen has been a triumph,” she said, taking a sip of wine as he sat down. “You’ll keep up the exercise and porridge for breakfast, but as long as the portions stay small, I think we can go back to you eating the same thing as me for dinner.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Harry. “How was training today?”

They chatted like any other married couple for the remainder of the meal. When they were done, Ginny drained the last of the wine, having only allowed Harry a single glass.

“Get the dishes started…you can use magic tonight, and then meet me in the lounge.”

Harry obeyed and then hurried into the lounge. Ginny sat in an armchair in front of the fireplace, a glass of brandy in her hand. A second glass sat on the floor next to her chair beside a cushion. One of the shopping bags from earlier say beside her.

“We need to have a bit of a talk, Harry,” she said. “First, take off the apron and panties.” Harry obeyed, folding the apron and panties and placing them on a side table. He stood, naked except for the cage and his butt plug.

“I was going to role this out in stages, but I think you’re ready for the lot of it. Tell me,” she sipped her brandy. “Exactly what do you think of the changes this last week?”

Harry looked at the floor to help his nerves.

“I like most of them, Mistress,” he began, trying to dig for the right words. He’d had plenty of time to think about everything. “I like you being in control, for one, and I’m glad that I’m starting to satisfy you more. I realize now how selfish I was at the beginning of our relationship. And I like this,” he gestured at the cage. “I think I’ve always been self-conscious about how small I am, and how fast I cum. A lot of what I’ve done…especially trying to be an auror…was just me compensating for that. Trying to “be a man” and all that.”

“You like your cage?”

“I do. It reminds me of my place. It just…feels right.”

“Put this on, and then tell me how you feel.” She handed him a package from the bag she had brought. Harry opened it to find a pair of lace-edged yellow silk panties and a matching dressing gown. He slid the panties up his legs and slipped on the robe. There was no way to tie the robe, and it barely fell below his ass. Ginny conjured a mirror so he could examine himself.

“What do you think, Harry?”

Harry spun so that he could see himself from every angle.

“I love it, Mistress. Thank you! It’s so comfortable, and it just looks right. Well…except for my hair.” He brushed a hand through his small patch of chest hair.

“We can deal with all that. Come sit, and drink. There’s more to talk about.”

Harry obeyed, kneeling next to Ginny’s chair. She stroked a hand through his hair.

“I agree,” she began, “that this role suits you. I also have to admit that I’ve gotten more turned on just from ordering you to draw a bath or dust a shelf than I ever did when we had sex before. We never had a traditional “husband-wife” dynamic, did we? I think that even at the beginning, your submissiveness made you defer to me…it was more than just being polite or wanting an equal partner. I see that now.”

She paused to take a sip of her drink.

“So here’s what I’m proposing: you’ll be my submissive house wife.” Harry moaned at her words and she smiled. “You’ll take care of all of our domestic duties; you’ll wear the clothes that I tell you to; you’ll maintain your body to my standards; you’ll leave money matters up to me…we’ll visit Gringott’s tomorrow to sort that out; and you’ll refer to me as Mistress unless we’re in public. Even then, if I order it, you’ll obey.”

Harry was aching in his cage as she went on.

“Of course you’ll also serve my sexual needs, and I’ll take care of yours as I see fit. What do you say?”

Harry panted for a minute.

“It sounds good, Mistress.”

She cupped his chin in her hand.

“Just to be clear: this isn’t a game. This isn’t some sort of role play where you say “lemon” and we stop. We’re both all in, and I’m in charge. I won’t necessarily change things without easing you into them, but I’m too far into this to go back to what our relationship was before. If you want out, it all goes. Do you want time to think about it? I’ll happily give you until tomorrow night to consider. I know I’m asking a lot.”

Harry didn’t need the time. He set his glass aside.

“I want this, Mistress. I want to serve you in every way I can, whenever I can.”

Ginny smiled. She reached back into the bag, and pulled out several more boxes. From the first she removed a bottle of potion and handed it to Harry.

“You mentioned not liking how your body hair looks with your new clothes? This will solve that.”

Harry drank the potion, feeling a sense of warmth flood through him. He watched as his chest hair disappeared. The hair on his arms and legs did likewise. He felt his face and could feel that the hint of stubble had vanished as well. Sure of what he would find, he peered into his panties to find a bare expanse of skin.

“It will also keep the hair on your head healthy and shiny,” said Ginny. “This is next.”

Harry opened the second box to find a pair of stiletto heels in a dark green. He slipped them on with only a little bit of difficulty.

“Let’s have a look. Give me another spin.”

A little awkwardly, Harry stood and spun on one foot.

“Very nice. Definitely going to have you in heels night and day. The things they do to that ass…” Ginny trailed off. She still held one box, which she held out to Harry. He opened it, mouth falling open as he read the inscription on the inside of the gorgeous green leather collar that it held. The collar was a relatively simple piece: green leather, about an inch wide, with a locking gold clasp to fasten it and designs in gold thread over its surface. On the inside of the collar was inscribed: “To Harry: my love, my life, my slut, my property.” A gold tag in the shape of a heart hung below the clasp, inscribed with a single word: “Slut.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said, holding it aloft. “Will you do the me the honor of collaring me?”

Ginny took the collar and fastened it around Harry’s neck, securing the magic lock with a tap of her wand.

“You’ve done very well, Harry,” said Ginny, “but we’re not done…you know those needs that I said you were in charge of seeing to?” She unzipped the fly of her trousers and reached inside to fish out a large, flesh colored dildo. It was probably eight inches long and two inches thick. “Come over here and suck my cock.”

This hadn’t exactly been what Harry was expecting, but, nonetheless, his cock swelled even more in its miniature prison. He admired the appendage between Ginny’s legs, wishing, as he had countless times that his own penis even began to measure up to one like this. He had no idea where to start, or even if he could actually bring himself to do this.

“This is what you wanted, Harry,” said Ginny. “You want to serve me? Come serve me.”

He leaned forward and tentatively took the artificial cock into his mouth. It felt surprisingly flesh-like, and almost seemed to pulse as he ran his tongue over it. Ginny moaned, and he realized that it must be spelled so that she could, in fact, feel what he was doing. That knowledge spurred him to be more passionate, desiring to give Ginny as much pleasure as he could. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth deeper, slipping her cock into his throat with a sigh. Harry spluttered a bit, not used to this sort of intrusion, but he soldiered on.

“Get up on your hands and knees,” ordered Ginny. “And arch your back a bit more.”

Harry obeyed. The new position let him slide the dildo even more easily into his mouth. Hearing a soft click and them smelling smoke, Harry glanced up to see Ginny lighting a small cigar. She had also poured herself a fresh glass of brandy, making her an image of stereotypical masculinity, though the blouse and the swell of her breasts added scads of femininity to the image..

He was struck in that moment by how right this all seemed. Ginny: tall and lean with hard muscles, brandy and cigar in hand, reclined in an armchair to be serviced. And Harry: short, slight, and minimally muscled, dressed in lingerie, a collar, buttplug, and chastity cage, with his body completely devoid of hair. He belonged on his knees before this goddess…this queen…this Amazon. He moaned deep in his throat.

“That’s it, my slut,” purred Ginny. “Serve your mistress. Show her your devotion. I want to feel your nose in my pubes…good boy!”

Harry managed, with a great deal of gagging and spluttering, to bring his mouth fully down Ginny’s shaft.

“Well done, Harry,” said Ginny, pulling out of his mouth and rubbing her cock against his face. “Now, run up to the bedroom. I left a few outfits and other bits on the bed. Choose something to wear and be ready for me in fifteen minutes.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Harry, giving her cock a last kiss. He hurried up to the bedroom, where he stopped and stared. Ginny must have been very sure of his answer to her proposition. There were several options: several club dresses, a variety of latex and leather options, shoes, boots, lingerie, a collection of cuffs and chains, butt plugs, clamps, and other implements that he could only imagine the use of. He ran his hands over several items, thinking.

He was drawn towards the latex and leather, but he wanted to be sure to please Ginny, who seemed to be in a more retro mood. In his mind — and his horizons had expanded considerably in the last week — latex, leather, and the like were materials that he associated with purely sexual dominance and submission, but he wanted something that reflected his total submission to his wife.

When Ginny entered the room she saw Harry on his knees in front of the bed. He had spread his legs apart and was squatting so that she got the full effect of his outfit. He had opted for royal blue pumps, and an ensemble of baby blue silk, gauze, and lace: stockings, garter, frilled panties, bralette, and a sheer blue gauze robe that open. He had applied deep red lipstick and blush, too, and had managed to magically coerce his hair into short curls. His collar was joined by leather cuffs on this wrists and ankles, and he held both hands in front of him, offering Ginny the rod that she had used on him earlier in the evening.

“Excellent choices, Harry,” said Ginny, walking in a slow circle around him after accepting the rod. “Bend down.” She used the rod to direct his head to the floor which raised his ass high into the air. She twitched aside his panties briefly, inspecting his ass. “Ah, you changed plugs for one of the bigger ones. Good boy.”

“Thank you, mistress,” said Harry.

“Why did you give me the rod?”

“In case I need further discipline, mistress.”

“And do you?”

“That’s up to you, mistress.”

“Hmm…” mused Ginny, slapping the rod against her hand. “You really should be more observant. I expect you to always know when you’ve made a mistake. It can’t be up to me to keep track of everything. I’ll make it five strokes for your uncertainty: bend over the bed. Pull your panties down to your knees.”

“Yes, mistress.”

He obeyed and she took a moment to admire his butt and the blue jewel of the plug that spread it before bringing the rod down with a smack. He counted for her as she disciplined him. When she was done, she tugged his panties back in place and eased him back to his knees in front of her.

“Good boy, Harry,” she said, stroking his hair. “It’s time to claim my little sissy housewife. Undress me.”

She held a foot out and Harry unclasped her shoe and set it aside, following it with the second.

“Now my blouse.”

Harry unbuttoned her vest and blouse, longing to kiss her hard stomach as soon as it was revealed to him. Instead, he sank back to his knees to await orders. Ginny removed her bra herself, tossing it aside. The key to his chastity cage dangled tantalizingly between her breasts.

“Unbuckle my belt, and take off my trousers.”

Harry obeyed, helping his mistress out of her pants, reveling in the feel of her toned and muscular legs as he drew the fabric down. All that she wore were a pair of black silk boxer briefs.

“With your teeth, Harry,” she ordered.

He took the waistband in his teeth and tugged, sliding the boxers down those marvelous legs and smelling the potent scent of her arousal. Her pubic hair brushed against his cheek as he bared her completely.

“Kiss,” she said when he reached her foot.

Bent all the way to the ground and with his ass pointing skyward, Harry felt infinitely submissive as he kissed his wife’s feet, moaning when she pushed her toes into his mouth. He then licked and kissed his way up her leg as he was instructed, allowed a whiff of her pussy, but not to taste it. She lay back on the bed and let him kiss her navel, each of her abdominal muscles, the undersides of her breasts, and her hairy armpits.

“Back on your knees. Tilt your head back and open your mouth.”

Harry instantly obeyed. Ginny stood and leaned over him, letting a large glob of spit spill from her mouth into his.

“Swallow. Good boy. Now worship me.”

She turned, presenting her ass to Harry, who didn’t hesitate before leaning in to tongue her rosebud. Ginny moaned as her husband worshipped her ass. She ground her butt into his face, groaning in satisfaction when his tongue probed gently at her opening. Her pussy was aching with need and she couldn’t wait any longer.

She spun around, grabbed Harry by the hair, and pulled his mouth onto her pussy. He immediately went to work, using every scrap of skill that he had gained in the last week. Between the erotic tension that had been building all night, and the feel of his tongue on her ass, Ginny came quickly, holding Harry’s head in place as she rode out her orgasm. Finally, she let him slump back on his knees.

“Such a good sissy,” she praised. “I think I like having a wife.” She knelt and kissed him passionately. “This is like a second honeymoon, isn’t it?” Harry nodded. “Do you want to lose your virginity, Harry?”

He gulped.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Go fetch my strapon then. I left it by the door.”

Harry crawled across the room to collect the leather harness and the thick dildo secured in it. He helped Ginny fasten the harness in place.

“Do you remember our first time, Harry?” She asked, pulling him to his feet and draping her arms over his shoulders. “You licked my pussy for a while and then you laid me down and tried to fuck me? You weren’t a very good cunt licker back then, and certainly didn’t have the kind of size or stamina to give me what I needed. Let me show you how that night should have gone.”

She kissed him again, hard this time, and pushed him back onto the bed. She crawled up his torso to kiss him some more and he felt the firm weight of her cock against his belly. His own pathetic dick was trying to grow, but was hindered by his cage. He clenched his ass around the plug.

Ginny kissed him on the lips a final time and then slithered downwards. She licked his balls and he moaned, precum dribbling out of his imprisoned cock. As she licked and teased his balls and cock, Ginny began to slowly tug on the buttplug, drawing it out of him with excruciating slowness. Harry panted hard as his ring swelled painfully to allow the thickest part of the plug to escape and then snapped shut behind it. Ginny set the plug aside and sank down to the floor. Raising his legs into the air she brought her tongue to his asshole, and licked.

“Fuuuuck…” groaned Harry. Ginny laughed.

“I told you I’d take care of my sissy wife,” she purred, going back to delivering a teasing rimjob.

After several minutes she stood and bent over to kiss Harry deeply.

“Are you ready to be fucked, my sissy?”

“Yes, mistress,” groaned Harry. He would have agreed to anything in that moment.

Ginny kissed him again and got off the bed. Grabbing her wand, she cast a charm that lubricated Harry’s ass and her cock, then she grabbed his ankles, raised them to her shoulders, and thrust her cock into him in a single swift stroke. Harry’s vision went momentarily white as pain shot through his body, immediately replaced by bliss.

“So big…” he panted. “So big…so full…so good…fuck me! Fuck me, mistress!”

“Mmmm,” groaned Ginny. “Such a nice, tight ass my wife has.”

She fucked him hard and fast for a few minutes before slowing to a more leisurely pace, each thrust of her cock penetrating him fully. Deciding to change things up, she drove her cock into Harry to the hilt, grabbed him around the torso, and flipped onto the bed so that he was on top. Spreading her thighs to force Harry up onto his toes, she began to hammer upwards, the look of ecstatic bliss on Harry’s face driving her to push harder and faster.

“Oh, mistress!” Moaned Harry. “I feel like I’m going to cum!”

Ginny was close, too, the sensations that the magicked dildo were sending to her clit were heavenly.

“Cum for me, Harry,” she growled, finding a last burst of energy. “Cum for your mistress!”

With a whimper, Harry’s cock twitched in its cage and sent a gout of semen across Ginny’s chest, some of it making it as far as her lips. She reached her orgasm a moment later, pulling Harry down hard on her cock. She screamed, her nails digging into his back.

After a moment her body relaxed and she let Harry roll off of her and they lay panting for several minutes. Finally, Harry spoke.

“That was amazing, mistress. Thank you! I’ve never cum that hard!”

“You’re welcome, Harry,” said Ginny, rolling over the kiss him. “It was great for me, too.”

She allowed herself to enjoy the tender embrace for a moment.

“Now be a good little sissy and clean me up. You can start with my cock.”
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