Three

Anti-Litigation Charm: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling, who let my entire reason for reading the Harry Potter series bleed to death on the floor of the Shrieking Shack. I'm building a better world.

Author's Notes:

This story is a birthday gift to the great Sempraseverus, whose art has inspired every fanfic I have ever written. If you know her art, you understand completely. If you do not know her art, go to deviantArt now, and look at her stunning work, before you start.

Big hugs and kisses to my beta, stgulik, who is faster than the speed of light, and brilliant at buffing the story up to a pearly sheen. Thank you so much.

This story is about a Dominant/submissive relationship. It is not meant as an instruction manual on the lifestyle. This chapter contains explicit sexual content. It is a work of fiction and meant for entertainment purposes only.

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To where the water and the earth caress and the down of a peach says mmh, yes,

Do I look for those millionaires like a Machiavellian girl would when I could wear a sunset? mmh, yes...

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Ginny Weasley was the kinkiest girl at Hogwarts. At sixteen, she knew more about sex than I probably knew at the ripe old age of twenty-one. Fearless and determined, Ginny was everything I secretly wanted to be: vivacious, brave, gutsy and sexy. Boys flocked around her like bees to honey, and she confided that she had lost her virginity at the Yule Ball, but she never confessed to whom. I have my suspicions.

I called on her the week after Severus and I started our strange little affair. Yes, sometime in that night, he became Severus to me, and I became Mistress to him. It was frightening and exhilarating at once, and I knew I was in so far over my head that I would drown if I didn't get some advice.

Severus was a little quieter and rather more peaceful after that first night in his bed. When I came home from work, he was always close by, and usually solicitous. We fell into an easy routine of housework, brewing time, relaxing, listening to music, talking. It came as no real surprise to either of us that we enjoyed similar things, like dark chocolate, and a guilty love of bacon butties.

We also enjoyed talking about potions work and other aspects of charms work. We had similar tastes in music, and even found telly programs to laugh over. Well, I laughed; he smirked. Occasionally he would chuckle. I Sky-Plussed those episodes.

Make no mistake, he could still launch a sarcastic remark with the deadly accuracy of a ballistic missile, but it was rarely aimed directly at me. It was a little scary, seeing him pushing and pulling from his typical nasty bastard mode to meekly sitting around watching telly with me at night. He was adjusting and morphing, and sometimes I swore I could see the very features of his face shifting, as if trying to change into something he wanted to be, but had no idea how to become.

I had spent the subsequent nights doing a variation of walking in on him touching himself. Sometimes he would wait until I arrived. Sometimes he would start without me. Sometimes he would knock on my bedroom door and ask permission. He seemed to enjoy those the most.

At the end of the second week, he approached me as I sat on the sofa, sipping a cup of tea and looking through a cookbook. "I think I might try this lasagna recipe tomorrow," I said. "It's made with turkey sausage and I –"

He quietly took the book from my hand, and to my surprise, knelt down beside me. "Please touch me," he said, simply, his face neutral and hopeful. He took my hand in his. "I need..." He turned away for a moment, looking confused and ashamed.

"What do you need, my darling boy?" I said. Somehow, in that week, he became those names: pretty boy, darling, pet, good boy. I couldn't believe I was calling him these things; more than that, he was responding to them. "Tell me, and I'll tell you what you have earned." Sex had become both punishment and reward. It had also become a drug to me. "Beg me," I said, and there was a pleading tone in my own voice.

Closing his eyes, he quickly unbuttoned the fly of his trousers, revealing his large cock, rock hard and straining. A drop of pearly seed glistened on the tip. "Please," he whispered, ashamed.

I sat forward. "You've been a very good boy, haven't you?" He nodded, his hand squeezing my knee. "If you wish to masturbate for me, you may, but you must not come until I give permission."

He looked up at me, his beautiful, liquid eyes pleading. "Will you touch me? Will you hold me?"

I scooted over to the end of the sofa, and he laid his head in my lap, stretching across the length of the seat. As he began to stroke his cock, I unbuttoned his shirt and gently caressed his chest, tweaking his caramel-coloured nipples with a playful pinch. "What a good boy." I traced the tips of my fingers over the head of his cock, and his hips twitched. "What are you, pet? Are you my pretty boy?"

Panting, fucking his hand, Severus moaned, "Yes, Mistress."

"And what are you? Say it, my little treasure."

As he stroked and moaned, he ground out, "Your pretty boy."

"That's right. You are. And you will tell yourself that every day. Come for me, my beauty. Come... come... come..." I slipped my finger into his mouth, and he sucked hard on my middle finger, his tongue swirling around it rapturously.

His breathtaking orgasm shook the sofa, as he cried out, and when he finally lay spent, he began to kiss my fingers, my palm, my hand, with the reverence of an acolyte. I knew then, I needed to confide in someone. I was afraid I was doing more damage than good.

Ginny met me for coffee the next day. The Weasley family was still a little put out with me – more so, I found, than Ron, who was currently in Barcelona with Lavender Brown. I seriously doubted the two of them were being stimulated by the architecture. Ginny and Harry had always been my allies, though, and I thought I could tell her honestly what was going on.

After settling down in a Starbucks in Muggle London, my vivacious friend lit a cigarette and demanded to hear all the details of my living arrangements with Severus, preferably those of the juicy variety.

"So, how are things with the Great Bat of the Dungeons?" she smiled, sipping her cappuccino. "Still snarky as ever?"

I bit my lip. "Well, things are sort of... strange."

She raised her eyebrows. "Do tell," she said, a little smile quirking the corner of her mouth. When I didn't reply, she grew solemn. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "Are you two having sex?"

I sighed. In for a Knut...

An hour later, Ginny was on her third cappuccino and as many cigarettes, and I was nervously quaffing an espresso, which was so strong I could feel my heartbeat – a condition which I told myself had nothing to do with the subject matter at hand.

Finally, Ginny said, "I know this is mad, but it sounds like your Severus and my Harry are more alike than they'd ever wish to admit. They've both felt used and hunted and ridiculed most of their lives. They both have had to be in control when they were too afraid, they've been forced to do horrible things against their will, and they've both got serious self-esteem issues."

I gaped. With a short laugh, I retorted, "How do you know all this? You sound like marital counselor."

Ginny laughed. "I've had to learn. I knew if I was going to be with Harry, and I want to be, I was going to have to help him overcome a lot of damage." She pursed her lips. "Tell me, does Snape back down when you are assertive or authoritative?"

I nodded. Looking around, to make sure no one could hear us in that part of the shop, I said, "When I grabbed him by the... you know, he just went limp and pliable. It was like he was waiting for me – "

"To tell him what to do?" she finished. I nodded again. Ginny nodded as well. "It's the same with Harry. I've been reading up on this like mad, just to make sure I wasn't doing any lasting damage, but we've developed a completely Dominant/submissive relationship, with me as the Dominant." She lit another cigarette and blew out a plume of blue smoke. "It sounds like you are heading in the same direction with Snape."

I gaped at Ginny stupidly. I was floored. I'd only come here to ask Ginny for garden-variety advice on sex, and Ginny was now telling me that she and Harry had the exact same relationship! Bloody hell.

I was also, to be perfectly honest with myself, a little relieved. Maybe I wasn't such a deviant after all. Still, Harry and Ginny -

Ginny smiled. I got the feeling she completely understood my thoughts; perhaps she'd even had them herself. "I had to find a way to give Harry what he needed to put the past behind him. It sounds like your Severus needs the same thing."

For a moment, we sat in silence. A waiter brought us fresh coffee, and Ginny gave him a smile that almost made him drop his tray. Without missing a beat, she said,"Curious, isn't it? Snape was this domineering, pushing, angry man when we were at school, but with everything we know about him now, he was probably terrified the whole time. I know he endured hideous ridicule and stress that last year.

"Near the end, he looked like hell – you know, sleep deprived, hounded, exhausted. Then Voldemort almost kills him, and the poor man ends up spending the last two years fighting for his life, only to be told when he recovers that Wizarding society still hates him in spite of knowing the truth. Can you imagine the psychological damage all of that can do to a person?"

I winced. "There are times when he cries in his sleep, Gin. It is awful to hear. He seems so defeated. He used to be angry, but he's not anything anymore. I don't want to do anything to make him lose himself." I shook my head. "I don't know, Ginny. All this S&M stuff, it's not for me. I don't want to humiliate or hurt him– "

Ginny held up her hand. "A Dom/sub relationship isn't about that, Hermione! It is a very sensual world. It's about setting boundaries, and allowing him to surrender everything about himself to you. I mean, sure, it can be sexy as hell, and believe me, a submissive man can be very exciting sexually, but it is a lot of responsibility for the Dominant partner. You have to pet him, and command him, discipline him, and when he is disobedient, you have to punish him. But a sub man will allow this; he craves the discipline, he wants to surrender."

My head was spinning. I felt as if I'd jumped down the rabbit hole. "So what do I do? I honestly don't even know where to begin." I suddenly became a little weepy. "I don't want to damage him, but if I Dominate him, will I be destroying what he was? Will I be erasing the real Severus Snape?"

Ginny quietly regarded me for a moment. "Only if he wants you to."

At that cryptic statement, I looked at her helplessly. Absently, Ginny drew circles in the condensed water on the table with a red-nailed finger. "It is the surrender and trust that you must establish. Once he learns to trust, you take charge of his life - his sexual, his emotional, even his physical needs. Once he allows you to Dominate him, and he submits to you, he can be free to finally know what he wants from life. It's the equivalent of falling backward, knowing someone will catch you. He has to learn to trust that you will be there for him, but you've got to commit to catching him.

"You have to understand that being a Dominant is like being a slave to the submissive. He's so dependent on you, and you can't let him down. But if he allows you to build him up, a submissive male is just breathtaking to watch. We've actually gone to clubs to observe other D/s couples and they have some of the healthiest relationships I've ever seen."

I couldn't for one moment imagine Severus agreeing to do that, but I was intrigued. I could see the possibilities, but the sheer responsibility for taking him over at this most vulnerable stage of his life scared the hell out of me.

I chewed on my lower lip. While we were at it, another ugly thought decided that this would be a good time to present itself, and it was a doozy, because it wasn't about Severus. It was about me.

"Ginny, what if he decides later on down the line that what he wants from life doesn't include me? My emotional needs are in this as well."

She nodded, then shrugged. "Hermione, if Severus is the kind of man I truly believe him to be, where else will he find this kind of relationship outside of the both of you? He will need you because he needs the relationship. And he will love you because only you understand exactly what he needs and you're willing to give it to him."

She gave me a typical Ginny hug and rose from the table. "Aw, I was afraid you'd do this! You're thinking too much. Typical Hermione! C'mon. There's a great little shop in Soho I like to go to. Especially for Wizarding folk. I'll show you a couple of toys to buy for him. Subs love toys," she said with a devilish grin. "And of course, I'll suggest a few books," she added, teasingly. "I know you with a book: you'll master the entire subject, and pretty soon you'll be giving me lectures on it."

As we left Starbucks, Ginny suggested a plan that nearly made me faint from shock, though I could understand the logic behind it. It might just be the catalyst to settle Severus down into how he wanted to proceed for good. It also might drive my sanity right over the edge. I parted ways with Ginny wiser and more informed, but no less nervous.

Severus was waiting for me when I arrived home later, and took my coat. "I made tea," he said, quietly, and guided me into the kitchen. "Did you have a nice visit?" I had told him I would be visiting friends, but not whom.

"Yes, I had a lovely time," I said, as he pulled the chair out for me to sit. Before he could take his seat, I remarked, "And I bought you a present. Several, actually."

He froze. "What is it?" he said, quietly, warily. The fact that he was remotely curious was encouraging.

I beckoned to him, and he walked back to my chair. Looking up at him, I tugged his hand. "I would like for you to kneel."

With the slightest, most minute of hesitations, he knelt down beside my chair, until we were at eye level with one another. I stroked his hair, and he stiffened slightly. I could almost see his old sneering self warring with the desire to submit. It was exactly the reaction Ginny had predicted.

I stroked his cheek. "What have you done today?" I asked.

He made a little shrugging motion. "I brewed some basic potions. I did the laundry. Worked on a little dinner menu."

"Did you masturbate?"

His eyes snapped to mine. Perhaps five long seconds passed, then his eyes slid away from mine. "Yes."

"Did you come?"

For the first time, he looked surprised. If I was a more conceited witch, I would have said impressed. "No." His face darkened slightly. "I couldn't."

"In future you will masturbate only at my command or with my permission. Do you understand and accept this?"

His breathing quickened slightly, and his eyes flashed for a moment. I could see so many conflicting emotions roll over his face.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of forcing myself to gaze into his onyx eyes, he said, "Yes."

"Good. Very good, my darling." I stroked his cheek gently. As quietly and as sternly as I could muster, I said, "Severus, I want you to be completely honest with me. I have felt for some time now that you desire a relationship with me that moves beyond merely two people co-existing in this house. I believe you wish to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship. You're familiar with the term, I'm sure."

He nodded uneasily. "I've heard of the lifestyle, but I confess I know very little of the formalities of embracing it." In spite of his stilted reply, he was interested. I knew him well enough by now to know that. I took a deep breath, and mentally crossing my fingers, I launched into the speech Ginny and I had worked on earlier in the day.

"Entering into this kind of relationship with me will require your obedience and your will. You do not have to do anything, make any decision, you do not wish to make. I will make them for you. If you accept this, I will not tolerate your disobedience or defiance. You will be punished for it.

"If you continue to acquiesce to my authority, I will reward you. I will continue to take care of you, to give you pleasure and discipline you. This isn't some kinky game to me, Severus, and I don't believe it is to you. I believe you need to relinquish yourself. If you trust me, and allow me to take charge over your needs, then I will be your master, and you will submit to me.

"I will see to every need you have, including your sexual, physical and emotional wellbeing, and, in time, perhaps, you will see to mine. It will be formally contracted at first; so that you and I are both very well aware of the rules we have agreed to follow. This is no ordinary lovers' relationship, and it should be given the respect and gravitas it deserves, just as we give each other the respect and gravitas we deserve. This is a special, sensual world."

All during my speech Severus watched me intently. The hand that I had clasped earlier grew warm against mine, and tightened imperceptibly as I spoke. There were times he looked outraged, insulted, scornful, hopeful, lustful, confused and resigned.

I thought I'd better quit while ahead. "If I have totally misconstrued the situation, and you do not wish for this relationship, we will never speak of it again. We will continue to live together here, no more or less than the way we were when you first arrived. I will not engage you sexually, nor will I permit any engagement while under my roof. Frankly, if you don't wish to submit to me, I do not believe you will achieve what you desire, which is to give in to the will and Dominance that you crave, while in a safe, loving environment. But, if that is indeed what you want, you will not be expected to submit to me, and you will not expect me to Dominate you."

He swallowed, and a calm, almost serene expression stole over his features. At least, the restless frustration that used to be so prevalent in his demeanor was fading fast.

Floundering a bit, I finally stuttered the conversation to a halt. "Will you submit to me, Severus? Will you trust me to see to your needs, to take care of you? And will you obey my will in return?"

He stood, and held out his hand to me. "Will you please stand with me, Miss Granger?"

I rose, thinking I was destined for the bollocking of the century. I must have totally misread the situation, but I truly hoped I had not.

As I stood, Severus took my hand, and guided me to the sofa, and bade me to sit. I complied, and looked up at him, mentally flinching in anticipation of the explosion. Instead, he knelt down beside me and took my hands in his.

The eyes that met mine were tormented and fearful. "I'm afraid." He shook his head. "I don't remember a time when I wasn't. Until that night you caught me..." he swallowed convulsively. "You told me to let go of my fear and anger, and when I did, for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid. I felt like –" He shook his head, frustrated at the inability to articulate his feelings adequately. "I don't know what I felt like. I just know I felt free and alive for the first time. And safe. I felt safe."

I looked into his eyes. My heart was pounding, and I felt exhilarated and terrified at once. I wasn't surprised my voice shook slightly as I replied, "Please answer my question, Severus. Will you submit yourself to me? Will you join me in this sensual world?"

"I already have. I want to." He rested back on his heels, and bowed his head. "I want to create this 'sensual world' with you, but you will have to teach me. I've been a slave to others in the past, but never like this."

"Severus, look at me." When he obeyed instantly, I rewarded him with a soft caress on his smooth, angular jaw. "You are not my slave. You are my submissive. There is a world of difference." I took out my wand. "Accio Severus' presents!"

The package that Ginny had helped me put together flew to my hand, and I opened it in a way that he could not see what was in the box. The first present was a slim volume called Worshipping The Goddess: My Compleat Life As A Submissive, by sub j. He took the book silently, looking at the title with an inscrutable expression. I said, "I am reliably informed this is the best treatise on becoming a male submissive. It is written by an actual practicing submissive, under the watchful eye of his Female Dominant. I wish for you to read it and notate your thoughts and feelings about it in this."

I reached into the box for his next present, a green leather-bound blank journal. "You will jot down your thoughts in this journal every day. I will give you assignments from time to time, but this is really a way to organize your thoughts. I will read it daily, and I will punish you for not using it every single day."

Severus took the books with a wry smile. "Our beloved books, eh? Why am I not surprised you would find the exact information you needed in a book?"

We both laughed shortly, then I rose from the sofa and looked down at Severus. He was looking up at me with a dawning mixture of devotion and uncertainty, and I extended my hand. He took it, and rose from his kneeling position.

"I don't want you to be afraid. I will never humiliate or hurt you, but I will demand your unwavering obedience. In return, you must accept my complete Dominance over you. I cannot Dominate you unless you submit, and vice versa. There are times when I will discipline you, but discipline is always necessary and will always be rewarded. If you require punishment for your disobedience, I will make it a learning experience."

He watched me carefully, then asked the one question I dreaded. "Am I the first submissive you have ever trained?"

I nodded. "Yes, and I've never submitted to another Dominant, either." I smiled up at him. "You and I will learn together." He nodded, and his entire body began to relax. I remembered that his powers of discipline were formidable. He was merely using them now, not against a madman or a demanding master, but to put himself in the proper frame to submit to me.

I beckoned to him. "This is a very special day, and I want to mark it as such. I have another gift for you, my darling one," I smiled. "It is a very special gift, and it is a reward for your decision to enter into submission. But to receive it, you must go to my bedroom."

He gave a small, almost formal nod, and I walked toward my room, carrying the box, with him following closely behind. As I entered the room, I turned to him and commanded, "Remove your clothing. All of it."

His face drained of colour, but he obeyed nevertheless. I sat on the side of the bed and watched him remove his shirt, trousers, shoes and socks. He undressed like a millionaire; quickly and gracefully, until he stood before me, beautifully, breathtakingly naked. I walked around him, admiring him.

"You are very beautiful, Severus. Do you know that?"

He shook his head, self-conscious. "I have never thought so." He actually flinched as my fingernails lightly grazed the skin of his belly, his back, his beautifully curved bottom, his handsome, semi-erect cock. I replaced my nails with my fingertips, and I caressed his skin.

His chest was broader than I had thought, and almost hairless, except for a treasure trail that started at his abdomen and disappeared beneath his dark pubic hair. There were scars, but his skin was cool and as white as marble, with soft blue veins underneath. He looked so vulnerable.

"You will learn to accept your beauty, Severus. You will learn to enjoy your body." I paused, then turned to face him, and fondled his lovely balls. They really were irresistible to me. "Have you ever been fucked in the arse, Severus?"

I could sense him taking a mental step backward, the first vestiges of fear in his eyes. "No. I'm not... attracted to men."

"Ah," I answered. "Then you've never sucked another man's cock?"

"No," he said, puzzled. "I've never felt the inclination." His large dark eyes were troubled. "Are you wanting to watch me with another man?"

I laughed. "No! I will never want you to suck another man's cock. I will never want another man to fuck you in the arse." I grinned. "But I'm going to."

The look on Severus Snape's face, as I withdrew the next present from the box, was priceless. His last gift was a large, featureless dildo, attached to a harness. He looked at it with dawning horror. With a look of panic in his eyes, he shook his head. "I don't want to be hurt. Please don't -"

I leaned forward and stroked his face, gently kissing his forehead. "Shh. I'm not going to hurt you, pretty one," I said. "Never. I promise. Now, I want you to sit on the bed, with your back against the headboard."

He complied, and I began to remove my own clothing. The bra and knickers set Ginny had picked out for me was made of burgundy silk. The matching suspenders and tights did, if I do say so, flatter me, if Severus' appreciative gaze was any indication. He watched me with undisguised hunger. All the years of spying had made him as inscrutable as a Buddha, but after the war, illness and time had gradually eroded his ability to hide his emotions.

I gave him a little twirl, smiling as provocatively as I could. I could barely speak for the beating of my heart. "Do you like this present? I remember you once telling me you liked the colour."

He nodded, and something like a tiny smile fleeted across his face. "I do. Very much." He may have been a submissive, but his voice was still seductive enough to make me want to crawl in his lap and beg him to fuck me. He gave me a look that made my heartbeat pulsate between my legs. He softly purred, "I think you look magnificent."

I know I blushed. Severus wasn't the only one who had self-esteem issues with regards to looks. I smiled as I climbed onto the foot of the bed, resting on my knees. "Thank you, my darling boy. Now, relax. I think you're really going to enjoy this."

He made a strange sound in his throat as I strapped on the dildo, and together we faced one another I leaned over and took his semi-rigid cock in my hand. "I'm going to make you nice and hard, Severus. Just sit back and enjoy." He watched my hand sliding over his rapidly inflating cock, then looked into my face. I kept my eyes on his lovely cock, and soon he was breathing harder, his hips rising to meet my hand. I stole a glance at his face; he was concentrating hard, as if contemplating a complex potion.

Stroking his shaft was a pleasure in and of itself, and once it was rock hard and ready, I picked up my wand.

"Take yourself in hand," I commanded, and I was amazed how husky my voice had become. I grasped the dildo. "Push that luscious cock toward me."

His face uncertain, Severus nevertheless did what I asked of him, and I touched the tip of the phallus to the tip of his cock and muttered the incantation that came with this particular model. Severus' eyes widened; I concluded he could feel the magic running over the length of his shaft.

I, too, could feel the magic working, and I sat back, careful not to touch the dildo. The pre-cum from Severus' cock left a smear on the tip of the phallus. As we watched, the shaft began to shift and change, and soon it was an exact replica of Severus' own rigid member, right down to the large birthmark on his frenulum. He stared at it, fascinated.

I smiled at him. "Now I have your cock as well, Severus." I beckoned to him. "It's your cock – come and give it a lick, like a good boy." He looked at me, utterly nonplussed, and something like his old scowl began to darken his features. I could almost see the wheels turning. He wanted to obey, but the fear of being humiliated or ridiculed was still stronger.

"Alright, I understand your reticence. Perhaps you need a tutorial."

I could tell this would take some coaxing, so I licked my fingers, and, with my eyes never leaving his, I lightly stroked the tip of the dildo. Severus cried out in shock; it was then he discovered how the dildo was designed. Every place I touched on the phallus was felt in the exact same spot on Severus' cock. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, and I got a brainwave.

I detached the dildo from the harness and stroked it, hard. He moaned, and his cock surged. His eyes were glowing with arousal, and as he watched me with agonizing anticipation, I pushed the head of the dildo into my mouth, and flicked my tongue over the head. "Oh, fuck," he whined, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. As I licked the tip and slid it slowly into my mouth, he moaned and shook like a porn star. His head fell back against the headboard; he looked utterly lost and utterly delicious.

I sucked and stroked the dildo for several minutes; minutes in which I honestly think Severus thought he'd died and gone to heaven. He was leaning back against the headboard, his knees bent and splayed outward as far as his thighs would allow. His hips rolled and churned as I pleasured him via the toy, and just as he was nearly there, I stopped, and reconnected it back onto the harness I wore around my hips.

Slowly, his vision cleared and he looked up at me with a mixture of frustration and amazement. "Now, my pretty boy," I breathed, trying to sound as alluring and sexy as I could, "if you want me to replace this with the real thing, you have to show me how to suck you." I rubbed the underside absently, and he leaned forward a notch. "Come along, don't be shy. I'll never ask you to suck another cock except this one." I leaned back on my arms, and the phallus jutted toward him, as lovely as his own.

"Show me," I intoned. "Show me how to give you pleasure, and the next time it will be your own cock in my mouth. I'll know what to do to make you come."

At first, he found the entire exercise distasteful, and his movements were tentative, but at the first true sensation of his own mouth pleasuring his cock, he groaned loudly and inhaled sharply through his large nostrils.

May I just say right now that the sight of Severus Snape, on his knees, sucking at the dildo strapped to my pubic mound almost made me rethink my entire attitude about gay porn.

He had one hand on the phallus, stroking, twisting his wrist at the upstroke. He sucked and licked and rolled his tongue over the bulbous head, giving me a perfect tutorial. He gradually became more abandoned, more uninhibited, as I stroked his hair and crooned to him, calling him my good boy, my beautiful treasure, my sweet little fucktoy. I scraped my nails over his scalp, and he moaned deliriously.

He put an arm under the harness, and I could feel his long fingers searching, pulling my knickers aside, but I gently guided his hand away. I wasn't sure I could last if he did that, and besides, Ginny warned me that my body was his ultimate goal; I was to concentrate on his body first.

He was now moaning incessantly, stroking fast and hard, causing my hips to jerk against his mouth. I could see and feel his control going, and just as he was cresting, I pushed him away again. "No. I haven't given you permission. Make yourself stop; make yourself back down now."

He cried out his frustration and lay back, panting, clutching his own cock and pulling his scrotum away from his body. His cock was slick with his own pre-cum juices. He was so close; he was flushed, and a fine sheen of sweat covered his body. I could see his eyes growing wet. He was angry, too.

Through gritted teeth, he managed to grind out, "Why are you - please, Mistress... why are you tormenting me so?"

I leaned over and soothed him, coaxing him to put his arms around me. I kissed his forehead, and allowed him to kiss my cheeks, but before he could grasp my head and kiss my lips (again, I knew I would give in), I sat back again.

You must understand that up to this point, I might as well have been asexual as far as Severus was concerned. Each night I watched him orgasm. I stroked his cock, cupped his balls as he cried out his completion, crooned and cajoled and commanded him to come. I would then leave him after he fell asleep, scuttle back to my room and grab a vibrator. I would come in seconds, silently gasping his name as I came.

It was a sweet torture, but, to my surprise and secret pleasure, Ginny told me I was doing the right thing, keeping my completion to myself. It seemed a Dominant's first priority was to see to the needs of a new submissive. My pleasure with him would eventually be his reward.

Now, as he watched me with tormented, strained eyes, I gave him a smile that he knew came right from my toes. "You've been so good. I'm very pleased with your obedience, Severus. Such perfect submission merits a special reward."

For the first time since this little session started, he actually smiled. It was a wry, crooked little smile, exactly the sort of smile I'd imagine he'd have, but there was a genuine pleasure in it as well. I then realised one important thing: Severus was relaxed and enjoying himself. It was happening, in spite of years of ingrained suspicion, self-consciousness and self-loathing. He just didn't know how to allow it, or show it.

"Yes," I purred, "very pleased with you, Severus. So I'm going to allow you to come now. I want you to give into it, release yourself and show me how much you are enjoying it." As I spoke, I removed the dildo from the harness, and after stroking it several time to get his attention, I smiled as I widened my stance on the bed, and lowered the phallus between my legs. I pulled my silken knickers away to reveal my pussy. I knew he had to see how wet I was for him. Severus licked his lips, and groaned longingly.

As I rubbed the tip of the dildo over my drenched and eager cunt, his stern mouth slackened, his lips full and wet. "Merlin," he breathed, his face blank with lust and arousal, his voice small and sweet. I smiled and closed my eyes as I pushed the dildo to the hilt inside me, crying out with pleasure. Oh sweet Nimue, if it felt this good to me...

"Oh shite... oh FUCK!" Severus bellowed, throwing his head back and humping the air in time with my strokes. I ground the phallus inside me, twisting it as I pumped his auxiliary cock in and out of my dripping pussy hard and deep, moaning his name.

Having him fuck me by proxy was enough to cause my orgasm to hit with the force of a sledgehammer, and I screeched his name, "Severus! Oh, god, Severus!" My climax pounded out of me like waves of surf on the shore, and as my body clutched and grasped at the dildo, Severus shuddered and shouted his orgasm, right behind me.

I pushed his climax hard, still forcing him to feel the contractions of my body around his spent member, but I couldn't help it. His cock, or rather his cock's replica, fit inside me as if it was made for my cunt alone, and I'd never had an orgasm that good or lasted that long.

As my mind cleared and the climax stupor slowly drained away, I looked up at Severus, who was still gasping, whimpering my title over and over: "Mistress... Mistress... Mistress..."

I slowly pulled the phallus from my body, and he shivered at the sensation of its withdrawal. By now, he was extremely over stimulated, but he still had a task to do. I held up the dildo, which was glistening with my juices, and I straddled his languorous form. He had the presence of mind to slide his large hands over my bottom and knead my bum cheeks appreciatively. He gradually opened his eyes, and looked at me blearily.

I held the dildo upright. "Clean it. Lick it clean." Without hesitation, he leaned forward, and as he licked one side, I licked the other. His eyes flew open in surprise, and he laughed shortly. I turned it a quarter turn, and together we licked opposite sides, as if we were sharing a perverted ice cream cone.

When it was clean, he looked at me with glazed eyes, and he looked drained and almost smug. He gave me a delicious grin, and it was genuine, and he suddenly clutched my hand and kissed it fervently. "Thank you, Mistress."

I returned his sleepy smile. "You did very well, my darling boy."

He watched me expectantly, waiting for me to tell him what to do. I said, "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

He didn't have to answer. He took my hand, and, looking at me with veneration in his black, fathomless eyes, he reverently kissed my palm. It was all the answer I needed.

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Title and words are from "The Sensual World" by Kate Bush

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