A/N: This is Minerva explaining the picnic and some thoughts of her about how the relationship is going. I hope you like it.

ENJOY ^_^

MY MASTER

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Something to eat

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By Saeshmea

After ten minutes waiting on the ground, behind the old gatehouse, my knees ache because of the little stones trying to penetrate my skin, but I don't dare moving to find a more comfortable position, and it's not because I fear any punishment, it's because I want Severus to find me in my position, still and silent, like a good submissive, like the young lady he met during Easter.

Yes, he told me about that, not the same night he returned to the school, but a couple days later, over a bottle of Italian red wine and a delicious meal he cooked for me, although at first I wasn't sure of how to react.

"Markus never stuck his mouth between my legs!" I yelled after he'd told me about his failed trip to La Maison, and I blushed feeling ashamed for having lost my temper in front of him. He said nothing, gave a moment to calm down, and once I did, I asked more calmly: "Why are you telling this to me?" Things were going so good between him and me until that moment, "I thought you came back because you missed me, not because you were feeling guilty."

"I did," he said, "I missed you deeply, that's why I'm telling you, Minerva," and I guess he saw I wasn't understanding at all because then, he explained, "before I met you I would go to La Maison, pick any girl and take her upstairs," he said, "sometimes I would meet her again, sometimes I wouldn't, but I rarely cared about her name, or her past or anything at all…" he paused, "with you everything is different, and I convinced myself it was because we both were in the Castle and it was just – easy to know you were always here, but it's not that… because the other day, being with that lady who a few months ago would have pleased me deeply, I could only think of you."

If he was trying to say he was falling in love with me, he never said such word, but I didn't care; I had been with him enough time to know that opening like this to me (or anyone) was a great effort for him, so I took his hand while we were sitting opposite to each other and gazed at him.

"Maybe we should review that agreement of ours," I said, "commit not to be intimate with anyone else from now on. Would you like that?" I asked and he agreed.

Severus stayed in my rooms for the rest of the week until everybody came back from their Easter holidays; he brought me breakfast to bed every morning, and let me eat it by myself (I wonder how many people counts this like a good sign), our games were very soft those days and I'm sure he spent more times between my legs than I did at his feet… It all felt very apologetic and by the end of the week I even felt sorry that he was feeling so bad; fortunately, the next weekend he was just as lovingly cruel with me as the very first day, maybe even a little more.

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Now, I don't want you to misunderstand me. I'm not trying to be a better submissive because I fear Severus might want to put a nend to our agreement and find someone else (if I learned anything of what happened is precisely that this is not going to happen any time soon), but because commands and orders are his language, and by strictly obeying them and remembering every thing he tells me to do, I am showing him how much I appreciate what we have, how much I appreciate him.

I guess this has stop being just about me feeling better anymore, and I think it did some time ago; now it's about making my Master feel better, happy, pleased, proud of me; and I couldn't be able to tell if I have always felt this need or if it is just about Severus; although, giving a though to it lately, I've found traces of my submissive nature everywhere, like my constant attempt to please others (Albus, Alastor, my Aunt, my friends), or not being able to say no (Albus, Alastor, my Aunt, my friends)… but there's a lot of people like this, and not all of them becomes the sexual slave of a former Death Eater, right?

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"Do not move," Severus' voice, coming from behind, startles me and pulls me away from my thoughts. I haven't listened to him approaching me and now I feel his arms around me, and suddenly a soft material blinds my eyes.

"Give me your wand," he commands, and I quickly fetch it in my pocket, I don't even know how is it that he allowed me to carry it all the way here. Well, I guess it had to do with the fact that it wasn't very difficult to notice I was wearing nothing under my blouse. If not wearing knickers made me blush, imagine being aware that depending on how the light was my nipples were completely visible to anyone. Fortunately, it was Saturday morning and too early for the corridors to be crowded with students, but I did encounter Filius on my way to the staircase, and Professor Flanagan, the DADA teacher, at the entrance; none of them seemed to stare, though.

After taking my wand from my hands, he brushes my cheeks with some thin object and I wonder if it's the ridding crop, if he's going to punish me with it for falling asleep last night. I am still so aroused from his teasing in my bedroom that the soft caresses make me aware of my wetness again.

"Stand up," he orders and, grateful to free my knees from those damn little stones, I obey, remembering to stand still, eyes to the front (although I can only see the darkness of my blindfold), with my legs a little separated and my arms behind my back. When he doesn't correct my posture, I feel happy because I know he's pleased, until: "Have you touched yourself, slut?" he asks and I blush. I don't know what bothers me the most of the sentence, if him asking if I have masturbated myself in the middle of the forest, or the s- word.

"No, Sir," I reply, reminding myself to call him Sir.

"Good, now, tell me, do you trust me?" he questions, and now I'm excited. The first time Severus asked me this was when I became his pet kitten for an entire day in his house. It was exciting to be at his complete mercy and, since then, this has become our queue for him to tell me he's in charge from now on. Not that he's not the rest of the time, but once I've given complete control to Severus, it's different, we become Master and Submissive and nothing more.

"I do, Sir," I answer with no hesitation, because from the moment I saw those clothes folded on my night table I knew this wouldn't be a usual day, not even for us.

Suddenly, he hooks my collar with his fingers and I hear a click. Has he just put a leash on me? I don't have to wait much to have an answer. Merlin, I hope nobody see us walking like this around the forest… What would they think? The thought of being seen walked like a dog makes me blush, it scares me, but it also makes me more wet than I already am.

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"Shoes and clothes off," Severus orders when we stop, "but do not dare removing the blindfold."

I'm not sure of how comfortable I am getting naked outside, wherever we are. I try to listen to any noise that can help me know where this is, but apart from some birds, there's nothing. As far as I know, I could be being watched by a silent crowd of people and have no idea of it; but I trust Severus, and I know he wouldn't make me do anything like that.

I unbutton my shirt, and as soon as my breasts are discovered I feel a soft breeze making my nipples hard. I bite my lips, not willing to complain or give Severus any excuse to punish me - I gave him enough reasons last night by forgetting about our encounter and falling asleep afterwards so I'm not adding anything else to that. I'm going to be as docile as I can and enjoy the picnic, not only because (like he said) I need to relax, but because next week will be the last one before summer, and I still don't know what's going to be of our arrangement when we both are on holidays.

After letting my skirt fall around my ankles I am completely naked, with the exception of my pet collar and the leash, which is still attached to it and I can feel it swinging with the air, tickling my breasts and my belly.

I wait on my standing position for a few minutes and then I feel Severus hand grasping the other end of the leash. He leads me to a certain point and makes me lay down on a blanket on the ground, a pillow under my head, my knees bended and my legs forming a ninety degree angle.

He says nothing and his silence makes me wonder if he's upset. As soon as he begins to touch me, that thought leaves my mind. He's caressing my belly with something, it is soft, cold. He makes circles with it around my navel, takes it up my right breast, presses it against my nipple, softly, and then makes it climb down. He repeats that with my left breast and then lifts it from my body and I feel it again against my lips. It smells fresh, it smells of strawberries.

"Have a bite," he says, and I open my mouth just enough for the fruit to fit and I bite. The juice quickly runs down my throat given my position, I close my mouth and chew slowly and I haven't swallowed yet, when I suddenly feel something small, cold and sticky on my belly. Severus leaves it there, and puts another small, cold and sticky whatever-it-is two fingers far from the other one. And he keeps going until he's made two lines that go from my belly to each of my breasts. I can't see, but because the smell of strawberry is deliciously stronger now, I'd say he's making a fruit salad on top my body.

"Don't burn your tongue, now," he says, and before I can wonder why he's saying that, he pours into my mouth a spoon of dark hot chocolate, not warm enough to actually burn but closely.

I savour it and lick my lips to clean any drop the spoon might have left there. I'm hungry, and if Severus keeps feeding me at this pace, I'll be sta-ah – Any thought in my mind is blocked at the sudden change of temperature on my skin when Severus begins to pour a thin line of the hot chocolate on top of the little pieces of fruits, slowly covering my belly and my breasts on a warm blanket that I can feel dropping down the sides of my body.

"You look delicious right now," he says, and before I can produce any mental image of how I might actually look laying down somewhere in the middle of the forest, naked and covered with chocolate, I feel his tongue tenderly licking the sweet liquid falling down my waist, making a path to the first piece of strawberry, which he takes into his mouth, making sure I feel his teeth on my skin.

I gasp and my entire body shivers at his hungry touch, and he notices, because soon I feel his hand between my legs, teasing my under slips while he keeps feeding himself from my chest. So much attention to my body drives me to ecstasy very soon, apparently, by the same time Severus finishes his breakfast, so he decides to leave me, again, at the edge of orgasm.

Maybe this is my punishment for my faults yesterday night, maybe he's determined to drive me crazy today, maybe…

"On your knees," he says all of a sudden, and before I can even begin to sit up, he grasps my hair and forces me into my position. Have I upset him?

I hear his zipper going down, his trousers falling at his feet; his hand is still grabbing me; he forces his cock into my mouth and relaxes his hand. He's hard already when he invades me, but his erection grows even more at my touch, and it makes me so happy to know it's my doing, to know I'm giving him that pleasure, to know if I stopped I would leave him craving for me just as much as I crave for him right now.

His about to get his release, I feel it and I get ready to swallow it all down my throat, but unexpectedly, he pulls out. I don't understand but I know better than questioning him right now. I hear his hand finishing my job, I hear his breathing increase, I hear his voice moaning and then… I feel a warm rain falling all over my face and breasts.

"You're a mess," he suddenly snaps, and I swear, if I wasn't wearing the blindfold, I would have killed him with my stare right now. A mess? Whose fault is it that I am covered in chocolate and cum, wet as hell between my legs, panting and craving for an orgasm?! A mess, he says!

I open my mouth, determined to reply, not able to hold it anymore, about to curse him and his fucking picnic in the forest; and before I can produce any sound, he fills me with his hand and makes me lick him clean of the mixture of my own juices and his own.

Like a baby with a pacifier, I calm down. Well, I said I was trying to be a better submissive, not that I suddenly became the perfect one. I do lose control sometimes, and then get punished for it, painfully and pleasantly punished for it.

"Let's get you cleaned," he says, and I feel a pull on my collar… The leash, I'd forgotten about it. I stand up, feeling sticky and dirty, and blindly walk in the direction he leads me in, until I suddenly feel the cold and wet touch of water under my feet. We are near the lake. I wonder wear exactly.

"Come on," he says, pulling harder.

The water level is around my knees when Severus forces me into a kneeling position, making me feel the freezing water invading my most private parts, and my belly, and I try to be very steel so it doesn't touch my breasts, but it doesn't matter, because soon I am standing on all four, and my entire body is under the cold water except for my head.

"Good girl," he says before he begins to rub his hand on my back, and my breasts, and my belly, cleaning me like you would clean a dog in the bathtub.

I get used to the water temperature soon, maybe helped by his touch, and one more time, his hand ends up in my cunt, and I know he's teasing again, or at least, I don't want to be so foolish as to believe he's not. Fighting it is useless, because soon I'm moaning, panting, silently begging him not to stop; and I can feel it coming, my orgasm, the release I've been craving since this morning in my rooms, it's here, so close, just a little more, and… it's gone.

He drags me out of the water, dries both of us with a spell and makes me kneel down again, over the blanket on the ground. I feel his hands on my neck and a moment later, I'm released from my collar. Are we done? So soon? His hands now reach for the blindfold and pull it up my head. For a moment all I can't see is a shiny white light coming from the sun, when my eyes adjust to it, I can see the lake in front of me, and the trees all around, hiding us from the real world.

"Are you alright?" his voice asks, from behind me, and he pulls me closer so my head rests on his chest, his bare chest, and his arms surround me. His embrace feels strong, warm, safe…

I nod, because I don't trust my tongue if I dare to speak. Of course I am alright, I've just had the most sensual experience in my life, but I am starving, freezing, and still waiting for my orgasm.

We stay like this for a while. Naked the two of us, somewhere in the forest, and it feels good, being in his arms while he caresses my hair, brushes it behind my ears, tenderly. Then his fingers sensually travel down my neck to my left shoulder, and then they slide down my arm, tickling every inch of my skin, making me shiver and reminding me of my wetness.

"Do you want me to make you come, Minerva?" he whispers in my ear.

"Oh, yes, please, Sir," I moan at the sound of his voice, and then my stomach growls.

"But you're hungry, aren't you?" he asks and I try to figure out where this is going.

"Yes, Sir, I am," I answer.

"Well, I will satisfy one of your needs now and the other will have to wait until we get back to the Castle," he says.

"I don't understand, Sir," I mutter, although I think I do, but he can't be that twisted, right?

"Of course you do," he says, and he makes me sit up and turn around to look at him for the first time since this morning, "I am giving you the choice between having a meal or an orgasm, Ms. McGonagall; whichever you decide to have now, you won't be allowed to have the other until we go back to the school," he repeats, and my fears are confirmed, he is twisted, "make a clever choice," he adds.

If someone had ever told me a few months ago that my most serious problem would become to decide whether to be fed or fucked I wouldn't have believed them. This is crazy, and it's even crazier the fact that I am really giving it a deep thought.

I know I can endure an entire day without food, I have done it before, during the war; but an entire day being taken to the edge of orgasm and then not being allowed to have it… Oh, that would be hell. But, what if I choose this and he lets me come once and then keeps teasing me? I wouldn't be able to go through that with an empty stomach.

"Well?" he asks after a while.

"I'm hungry," I reply, "may I have something to eat, Sir."

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TO BE CONTINUED…