"Everything we do will be at your discretion, so if you absolutely do not want to participate in any of the things we try, you simply need to use your safeword, and we'll stop immediately, or tone things down until you are comfortable again. At the same time, as a submissive, you must be willing to test your limits-you don't necessarily need to break them, just strive to hit them, even in the smallest ways. We'll only engage in some mild play for today, nothing that should necessarily hit your limits, but if you feel uncomfortable at any time, we can stop."

Draco stopped in front of the doorway to the playroom once again, his keys jingling as he unlocked it. This would be Hermione's first real scene-a small experiment of sorts for the two of them. He didn't have anything too intense planned. Draco knew there was a lot more to learn about her and the things she liked, and he hoped today would offer some insight into those things.

After unlocking the door, he turned to face Hermione. Her cheeks were red and she looked rather nervous. Pushing the keys into his jeans pocket, Draco raised his hands to her face and placed his cool palms on her cheeks, staring into her eyes intently.

"If you want to stop at any time, red light. If you want to tone things down, yellow light. If you want things to become more intense, green light. I need you to be completely truthful with your colors. How you respond now will determine how we continue with our future scenes. Do you understand?" He stared at her intensely, searching her face for any faltering emotions.

"I understand," she assured. Her voice wobbled slightly, but not out of fear. She was many things: nervous, ecstatic, impatient-scared was not one of those things.

"Do you have any hard limits right off the top of your head? Things you refuse to try? Or soft limits? Things you are hesitant to try, but are open to?" He waited patiently as she pondered.

"Nothing messy preferably," she started. "I mean, no scat or things like that. I don't think I'll ever want to do anything like that, so those are hard limits. I guess anal could be considered a soft limit, not because I'm opposed to it, but because I've never done it and will need to work up to it..." she trailed off, her crimson cheeks growing darker at the realization of how open she was being. She finally nodded firmly. "That's all I think."

"Understood," Draco removed his hands from her cheeks, and his demeanor shifted to one of dominance in a matter of seconds. "I am going to leave you alone for a few minutes. I expect you to go into the playroom, undress, and fold your clothes neatly. Set them in a pile on the bed, then kneel between the bed and the door with your back to the door. Place your hands folded on the back of your head like this," he momentarily paused and turned around to demonstrate, before dropping his arms to face her again. "Do you understand?" Hermione nodded vigorously, her cheeks bright crimson at the idea of being naked and at his discretion.

"Also, when you are in my home from now on, you are to address me as Sir or Master. We'll discuss other, more specific ways of addressing me later, but that will do for now. Are we clear?" Again, Hermione nodded in agreement. "You may begin to get in position." Without another word, Draco, and his authoritative aura began to walk away.

Once he was gone, Hermione cautiously placed her fingers on the cool doorknob, pushing it inward and stepping into the playroom, closing the door quietly behind her. She avoided looking around, scared that it would make her more nervous than she already was. Making her way to the end of the large bed, she slowly began to remove her jeans, folding them neatly and placing them at the end of the bed. She did the same with her tank top and socks. She faltered nervously when she got to her undergarments.

Draco didn't exactly specify that she should remove all of her clothing, and she was beginning to get rather nervous. She stood, worriedly trying to decide whether to remove the rest of her clothing. Finally, she clenched her teeth determinedly and reached behind herself to undo her bra, letting her breasts spring free. She folded her bra neatly, and her panties soon followed its place on the bed.

Hermione wasted no time finding her place on the ground, kneeling with her back to the door and her fingers folded behind her head. The position bared all of her sensitive areas to the cold air and she felt goosebumps rise on her pale skin. A shiver raced down her spine and she readjusted, scooching her thighs closer together and tapping one foot beneath herself nervously.

Her fidgeting halted immediately as she heard the doorknob wiggle behind her. She felt the draft of the door and then heard it shut quietly behind her. She clenched her eyes shut nervously, feeling her face getting warm. She sensed the way he paced around her, probably examining her naked body. She tensed slightly when he stopped in front of her. Seconds later, his fingers were under her chin, grasping it gently.

"Open your eyes, princess," Draco ordered firmly. She did so, meeting his stern gaze nervously. "Good girl," he praised, patting her hair and standing back up from the position he was knelt in. He paced nonchalantly to the far wall where some items hung, and stopped, staring at them for a moment before grasping the handle of a long, thin riding crop. He walked back over to where Hermione was still knelt before the closed door, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

"Follow me, princess," he motioned towards one corner of the large room. Hermione began to rise to her feet to follow and was met with the sharp sting of the riding crop on her plump backside. She yelped and quickly dropped back down to her kneeling position, staring up at him confusedly."On your knees only in here, little one. Consider that your warning," Draco explained. "When we are at a specific area in our playroom, you will assume your kneeling position unless otherwise instructed. When I ask you to move from one station to another, I expect you to crawl on your hands and knees so I can see that beautiful ass of yours on display."

Hermione's face was on fire. The idea of crawling was humiliating but was definitely turning her on. She slowly moved to lean on her hands and knees, her backside becoming incredibly exposed.

"Now crawl to that bench for me, Princess. The one over there," Draco motioned to a piece of furniture in the farthest corner of the room, and Hermione groaned audibly, the idea of him being behind her the whole time causing nervousness to swell in her chest. With a flick of his wrist, Draco smacked the tip of the riding crop gently onto the area between her legs. Hermione yelped, not necessarily in pain, but startled that he'd hit her sensitive area so soon.

"When I give you an order, you will respond with, 'yes sir," not bratty groans, understood?" His voice was firm, and he had the crop in position to administer another blow if necessary. Hermione quickly responded, her eyes widening at the sight of his readiness to punish her.

"Yes, sir!" She yelped quickly, nodding vigorously.

"Now crawl," Draco demanded, gently tapping her backside twice with the tip of the crop.

"Yes, sir!" Her cheeks were still incredibly crimson, but she was undoubtedly turned on. She could feel the wetness that had gathered between her legs as she began to crawl obediently. A part of her wondered whether Draco could tell how turned on she was, but she quickly shook the thought away, not wanting to make herself more nervous than she already was.

Draco could see the glistening wetness between her lips as he followed behind her. He smiled to himself cockily. That didn't take long, he declared as he enjoyed the sight of her swaying hips while she made her way to the furniture. As much as he wanted to bury himself inside of her wet pussy at that moment, he remained poised and put together, focusing on the task at hand. I'll get my chance eventually, he said to himself, relishing at the idea of it. I need to make sure she knows who's in charge first.

Draco didn't need to remind Hermione to assume her kneeling position when they had reached the furniture. Shame, I would have enjoyed leaving more marks on her pretty ass, he frowned inwardly. Hermione's wetness had grown tenfold since she had begun crawling, and she was worried that when she finally rose from her kneeling, she would have left a puddle on the floor beneath her. Her face, neck, and chest were bright red, partially from humiliation, partially from desire.

"You may stand, little one. Lean over the bench for me like a good girl," Draco ordered, his tone cool and firm. Hermione looked up at him, checking to see if he was bluffing. He nodded at her once, and she relaxed a little.

"Yes Sir," she said quietly, rising from her position and forcing herself to lean forward onto the waist-length leather bench in front of her. It was a little like the spanking bench, but the armrests were level with the bench itself, multiple straps adorning the length of each of them. There was no leg rests, but she had a pretty good idea of where her legs were supposed to go. Another set of strappings adorned legs on one side of the table. The legs on the other side were normal, but these ones looked like an upside down "v" and had were adorned with leather padding.

She spread her legs without being asked, lining them up with the bench legs and baring her pussy and ass on display for him to see. She reached forward and lied her arms on the rests in front of her face, laying her cheek on the leather beneath her and waiting patiently.

"Good girl," Draco praised, placing his hands on her ass cheeks and caressing them softly for a moment. The mark that the riding crop left on her thigh earlier had turned into a small red welt. Upon noticing the injury, he let go of her plump backside and knelt down, placing a soft kiss on the spot. Taking the opportunity while he already kneeled, he began to tighten the straps on the table legs around Hermione's own one at a time.

When they were all firmly in place, he got on both of his knees and began to leave a trail of gentle kisses across Hermione's backside, relishing in the growing heaviness of her breathing as he did so. Pulling away, he raised a hand and began to circle a small, tantalizing trail around her pussy lips with a single finger. Hermione's breath hitched and she clenched her fists above her head, letting out a small sigh of distress.

Smirking at her reaction to such small teasing, Draco very suddenly slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy and began to quickly curl them within her folds towards the direction of her G-spot. Hermione let out a small squeal of pleasure, attempting to buck back against the sensation, only to be held in place securely by the straps on her legs. She gripped the armrests above her head and began to pant heavily, small moans escaping her lips as his fingers got faster. She felt the muscles in the pit of her stomach tightening and tensed up as she neared her release.

Draco, noticing her tenseness, removed his fingers quickly and smacked her pussy sharply with the full blow of his palm, abruptly ruining any release she might have had. Hermione let out a small scream of surprise and frustration.

Wiping his soaking fingers on a rag he had set aside near the bench, he dropped it to the floor and walked around the side of the bench, gripping a handful of Hermione's hair and roughly pulling her head up, pressing his face close to her neck and growling in her ear.

"Did I tell you that you could cum?" His lips latched onto the skin of her neck as he awaited a response.

"Oh God, no, no you didn't! Fuck, no, Sir!" Hermione's breathing was frantic. Neck kisses were one of her biggest weaknesses, and holy shit, he was abusing said weakness. Draco bit softly once, and then pulled away, relishing in how he had made her tremble.

"You're right," he spoke firmly. "From now on, you ask before you cum. And if I say no, you fucking deal. Understood?" He had hit his peak dominance, and his voice was dangerously low. Hermione nodded frantically, burying her face into the leather beneath her, still panting, her pussy aching from her ruined release.

"Yes sir, I understand!" She said loudly, catching her slip up before he did. He chuckled, and let go of his grip on her hair. Gently, he removed her tightly-gripped fingers from the armrests and straightened her arms out, beginning to tighten the straps around her wrists and up the length of her arms.

"I'm glad we've come to an understanding, little one," Draco finished the last strap and turned to pace towards the toy-wall again. There was a set of drawers beneath it. He pulled the top one open and removed a bottle of lube and a generously-sized stainless-steel buttplug. Walking back to where Hermione was bent over and on display, Draco sat the plug on the bench next to her and pulled off the cap on the lube.

"What's your color, Princess?" Hermione was still breathing rather heavily and he wanted to make sure she was doing alright before they kept going. Hermione nodded slowly from her place on the bench, and she gave him a small thumbs up from where her arms lie bound.

"Greenlight."