Draco strolled through on the edge of the busy road as people milled around him. Ducking into a nearby alley, he began searching the shops across from his spot. Her tresses he would be able to recognize almost anywhere. Finally, he spotted her near the doorway of a rather dull looking shop and waved her over.
"Fancy meeting you here," Draco greeted, brushing curls from her face and gently planting a friendly kiss on her forehead. "Rather odd place for others to see us at, wouldn't you think?"
"Yes," Hermione replied, smiling. "But I thought we'd try something new, you know, considering our relationship." At this, her eyes fluttered away from his.
"Well then, what did you want to show me? Something catch your eye?" he asked, stroking her hair before letting his hand rest on her shoulder.
"Yes, but..." Hermione trailed off. She gently shrugged his hand off and placed her own arms behind her back, bowing her head before him. It was a position he had taught her to show him that she wanted to play. Normally, she would have been too shy to openly perform in public, but this was a special part of town, where the people practiced the art of dominance and submission. They understood and played in public too.
Draco cleared his throat and lightly brushed her cheek, giving her his approval to play and permission to speak in one motion. "What is it, pet? What is it that you want to show me?"
Hermione raised her head slightly, and Draco could just see the sapphire on her silver collar burn brilliantly momentarily, as it always does when he gives her permission to perform for him. She cleared her throat quietly. "There's a store I want to show you, Master. It sells clamps and-and restraints. There's a set of clamps that would look nice on my-my... on my..."
Hermione blushed and bowed her head again. Draco smirked at her innocence, but he especially loved it when she talked dirty to him. She was much better when they were in privacy, but out in public, where anyone and everyone could walk by and hear, her confidence dwindled.
"On your what, pet? Tell me," Draco prompted, stroking her cheek with his thumb. He knew what she was going to say but wanted to hear the naughty words tumble out of her pretty lips.
"On my-my cunt, Sir," Hermione whispered, blushing again.
"Good girl," Draco said softly. "Say it again, louder this time."
"On my cunt, Sir," she said, her head dipping downwards, cheeks flaring. He gently cupped her chin and tilted her head upwards again.
"That's a good pet, good girl. Say it. Loudly."
Hermione quivered and her almond eyes pleaded softly. "Please, Sir, I can't."
"Yes, you can, pet," Draco prompted. "I want you to say it. Say it, just once more."
Hermione sighed and moistened her lips once. "On my cunt, Sir," she repeated loudly and clearly. A lady with a leashed pet passing by the couple stopped and smiled softly before going on her way. Hermione's cheeks flared again, but Draco smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Good girl, such a very good girl," he murmured, kissing the skin behind her ear and gathering Hermione in his arms. "See, it wasn't so bad now, was it?"
"No, Master," she replied against his shirt.
Draco pulled back. "Ready to go?"
She nodded. "Yes, Sir."
Draco swept her hair aside gently to reveal the back of her collar. Pressing his thumb down on the back sapphire, he waited until a silver chain had sprouted and grown. Winding it around his hand, he placed his other hand at the nape of her back. "Go, Pet."
Hermione showed him the way to the shop. People along the way paid them little mind, but she was still a bit nervous and nibbled the bottom half of her lips. As they entered the shop, a small bell tinkled up top, and the owner came to greet them at the front.
"Now, what did you want to show me, pet? Clamps for your cunt?" Draco asked.
"Yes, Master. For my cunt." Hermione replied without hesitation or mistake.
Draco kissed her hair in pride. "Go tell the nice gentleman what you want."
She spoke with the owner, who brought out the set of clamps and restraints. He then further explained its properties, from the way it had a temperature charmed to warm or chill at the Master's commands to the vibrating charms that were also an up-and-coming trend. There were clamps for her nipples as well as a special ones for her cunt and chains that could be arranged preferably. The set also included a silver and black blindfold that could be embroidered with a name and a small, smooth ball that could transform into any gag desirable.
"Give us a moment," Draco said when the owner had finished. Returning the set underneath the glass case, he moved to the other side of the shop to help another prospective customer. Draco pulled Hermione towards him so that her back was against his chest, flattening out his hands to rub the skin right below her breasts. "This is something you want?"
"Yes, Sir," Hermione responded, making to turn around but stopping after a warning tsk from her Master. "Yes, please, Sir. Please, I promise I'll be good."
"Oh, but this is a set for naughty girls. See, only naughty little girls get their nipples and their cunt clamped. Good little girls don't need sets like these. Maybe we should come another time," Draco said, beginning to pull away from Hermione, toying with her emotions.
"No, wait, Master, please!" Hermione whimpered desperately, turning her head around to bury in the crook of his neck. "I want these."
"Then beg, pretty girl," Draco smirked.
Hermione swallowed. "Please, Master, I want them. I won't ask for anything else. I'll behave, I-I mean, I won't behave? I'll be your pretty little girl, Master, your pretty little slut. Only for you, Master, please."
Draco smiled and kissed the top of her head. "If you want these, you'll have to do something special for me."
"Anything, Master," Hermione said breathlessly.
"Come here," Draco said, releasing her and pulling sharply on her chain. He lead her to the darker part of the store, where they were partially hidden by the many stands and shelves of products.
"Let me see those pretty breasts of yours," Draco murmured, lightly kissing her earlobe.
"Right here, Master?" Hermione squeaked, eyes wide.
"Yes, pet. Right now. Or do you not want that set anymore?" Draco threatened.
"I do, but, Master, I-I..."
"Do it, pet, so you can please me," Draco said lowly.
This caught Hermione. She had always so badly wanted to please Draco, her Master, prove to him that she was the perfect submissive he wanted her to be. He knew he had gotten her.
"I... yes, Master," she gave in, slowly pulling over the thin camisole she wore.
Draco smiled. She was wearing the satin bra that opened in the front he had given her specially for being a good girl. Releasing the clasp, it popped open to reveal her lovely breasts, pebbling almost instantly from the cool air. Draco immediately dipped his head down and began suckling one of her breasts, massaging the other one with his hand. Hermione was apprehensive at first, glancing around nervously, but he began fingering her twat, and the pleasure overcame her. Her Master switched his attention to the other breast while still pleasuring her cunt, which was growing steadily wetter each second.
Suddenly, something cold and smooth was shoved up her cunt, and she almost cried out in shock. She felt Draco murmur something against her breasts, and the object started to vibrate. He grinned up at her slyly, and it was then that Hermione realized that he had brought her favorite vibrator from home. Draco began dressing her up again, smoothing over her shirt and skirt, but he left the vibrator in.
Draco turned around and tugged her chain sharply, and Hermione almost tripped. "Wait, but, Master, you forgot to take out my-"
"Leave it in there, pet," he cut her off. "Let's see how well you do at hiding it in there, all turned on like that." And with that he began leading her to the front of the shop again.
"We'll take the set you showed us," Draco said to the owner, handing him a pouch full of Galleons. "Come here, pet. Take your gift."
Hermione made to walk up to the counter, but suddenly the vibrator turned icy cold, and she nearly stifled her yelp as it came out more as a whimper. She mortifyingly took the set and managed a small smile at the owner. When they came out of the shop, Draco lead her to another alley, turned around slowly, and smiled.
"You did well, pet. Such a good little girl," he murmured, pulling her close and pressing his lips to her own.
"Thank you, Master," Hermione replied, still a bit shakily, the vibrator still at work.
"Ready to go home now?"
"Yes, Master."
He made to Apparate with her.
"Wait! I-I mean, please, M-Master, please, can I... can I come now?"
He thought it over. "No, pet, you may not."
"Why?" Hermione asked before she could stop herself, and then paled a second later. "I-I'm sorry, Master, I d-didn't mean it, I swear."
Draco paid no mind to her apology. "What," he said menacingly, "Did you just say to me?"
Hermione shrank back at his words, her eyes grew wide and pleaded. "I-I asked w-why. I'm s-sorry, Master, please, f-forgive me."
"Well," Draco said, smirking. "At least now we have a use for your new gift."