A/N: I'm back! I'm sorry for the long absence, I've had two jobs this summer (and I thought I would have none) so I've had no time at all to write... well, that would be a lie, i've been working on this chapter for a few weeks, but I never seemed to complete it, and the truth is that it still feels uncomplete, but I wanted to post something before anyone things I've given up on this story.

September will be a more relaxed month (I hope), so I'll try to update soon ^-^ - I'm also reading the second part of Diary of a submissive right now, so I hope that inspired me enough for a lot of new adventures :-)

ENJOY ^_^


MY MASTER

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56

Other people's decisions

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by Saeshmea

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As she feeds me, every movement of her hands is done with a sensuality I wouldn't be able to show. It distracts me from the conversation his Master and mine are having right next to us.

"Not everybody was happy to have you back with us, Snape," Mr. Malfoy says, "but we need all the help we can get if we want our Lord to resurrect."

"Have some wine," Narcissa suddenly speaks to me and I turn my attention to her, who is holding the glass close to my lips.

Without replying or hesitating, I allow her to pour some of that delicious French liquid down my throat, and when a few drops stain my chin, instead of using a napkin to clean them, she moves closer to me and licks them, softly tasting my skin with her tongue. It is both arousing and humiliating at the same time. After all, not so many years ago, she was my student.

She suddenly sits astride on my lap and I feel helpless, being restrained on the chair. She rests her arms round my neck and she brings her lips close to my ear.

"Tell Severus to be careful," she whispers, "they'll be following you when you leave the club."

"Having fun, my dear?" Malfoy asks his wife, startling me before I can react to her warning.

"Just cleaning a little mess I did," she explains, moving away from me.

"Don't be upset with her, Lucius, my lovely professor can be really irresistible sometimes," Severus adds.

"I'm sure she is," he says, "and if I had the time I would certainly stay to let them play a little longer, but I have business to attend upstairs," Malfoy adds before standing up, "it's been a pleasure, Snape, I'll see you on the next meeting."

"I won't disappoint you," Severus answers, standing up too and watching them leave.

As soon as they are gone, he comes to me and lets me free from my bonds. I want to tell him what Narcissa has said, I need to warn him before we leave the club but I look around, and I know that whoever 'they' are, they could be here right now, they could be watching us already, listening to every word my Master or I say, so I don't, not yet. I have to find a way to be alone with Severus before we leave.

"Let's go," he says, and he walks ahead, and I follow him one step behind at his right.

When we are at the lobby, my Master turns to his left, but instead of finding me, he realizes I have misbehaved. He quickly turns to his right, where I am waiting for him to tell me I must be punished, but he doesn't.

"I'll take our cloaks, wait here," he says, and he disappears among the crowd of people coming in or going out and, once again, I wonder if 'they' are here, watching us, watching me.

I must do something, I must warn Severus before we step out of the club, and I must do it without anyone listening to us.

Severus is soon back with his cloak and mine, but I am not waiting for him where he told me to stay, I am sitting on one of the sofas near the staircase.

I stand up ready to be scolded, ready to be punished for not only unfollowing his command, but for using the furniture of the club without his permission; but once again, he doesn't seem to care about my misbehavior.

"Are you tired, my love?" he asks, holding my cloak for me, but I don't move an inch, hoping he finally gets the message, but he doesn't.

"No, I'm not tired," I say, frustrated, "could we please go down to the dungeons, Sir?" I finally say and he smirks.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to actually ask it properly," he snaps, and I want to reply at him, but before I can allow my rage to explode, he grabs my arm and takes me down the stairs.

"This is going to be a really long punishment," he says as soon as we are alone in one of the dungeons of the club, "after all, you asked for it three times."

"I wasn't-," I mutter as he drags me across the room, "I just-," and we suddenly stop, and I say nothing more, because I notice a sparkle in his eyes, something that tells me he wanted us to be here just as much as I did, even if his plans are different than mine.

"Take your shoes and clothes off," he commands, and I do so, knowing that he has something planned, some agonizing but pleasurable new game for me, just like the chair he made me sit on the last time we were down here, "spread your legs and join your wrists behind you back," he adds once I'm naked in the middle of the room.

"You should know better, my love," he says as he raises his wand and makes one of the ropes that hang on the ceiling of the dungeons climb down like a poisonous snake and tie my wrists down tightly, "if you wanted us to be alone, all you needed to do was asking," he continues as he points his wand down to the floor, "this way, all you're going to get is a painful punishment," suddenly I feel something between my legs, and I look down and see a wooden plank with a sharp angle looking up at me, flying up to my crotch.

Severus makes the device stop when it is higher enough for me to feel as if it is about to slice me in half, but the edge is not sharp enough for that to happen, and I can still stand on my tiptoes to lower the feeling.

"You won't be able to stand on your toes for as long as you are straddling the wood," Severus points out, coming closer to me, "the sooner you get used to the pain, the sooner you'll get any pleasure from it," and I can suddenly feel his fingers tickling my thigh, reaching for my clitoris and giving me such a sudden wave of pleasure that I forget about my situation, let my muscles surrender to his touch, and both my legs are raised on the air at the same time, causing all my weight to fall onto the single inch line of the wood edge.

I gasp, trying to silence a cry, mixed with a moan of pleasure, and I quickly go back to stand on my tiptoes.

"So, what is so important that you've been willing to get punished in order to tell me?" my Master asks, enjoying the agony on my face very closely.

"They'll be following us," I say, panting and moaning at his touch, "Narcissa said after we leave the club someone will be following us."

"I see, so that's what Goyle was doing here without his wife," he mutters and when he notices me frowning, he adds, "he was sitting on a close-by table in the dining room. I noticed him peeping, but I thought he was just enjoying the show you and Cissy were putting up," he brings his hand to my breasts, rudely grasping them as he leans onto me to passionately kiss my lips, as if the memory of Narcissa taking advantage of my helplessness on the table had aroused him even more.

"What else did she say?" he asks.

"Nothing else," I say, and he slaps my left breast strongly before taking his hand down to my crotch again.

"Are you sure she said nothing else?" he asks.

"Yes, Sir," I say, "Malfoy interrupted us, so she couldn't say anything else," I add, "only to be careful," and the last word gets lost on a long moan that almost leaves me out of breath.

"Are you enjoying this?" he asks, slowing the pace of his rubbing before I can really climax.

"Yes, Sir."

"Would you like me to end your punishment now?" he asks.

"No, Sir, don't," I say as I start to feel my orgasm building up inside of me.

"Oh, but you lower lips must be so sore by now…" he uses a mocking tone and even plays with them with his free hand for a moment, "I wouldn't like you to get hurt."

"Don't stop, Sir, please," I beg, and I am not surprised anymore about hearing myself asking for pain, because it's not the pain what I really want, it's the pleasure that my Master gives me with it.

"Stop trying to stand up, then," he says, and without even thinking about the possibility of not doing as he says, I bend my knees so that my entire body is only supported by the rope tying my hands up to the ceiling and the triangular wood between my legs.

The pain gets mixed with my arousal and the excitement and soon my orgasm explodes and I moan louder than ever, probably not only of pleasure this time.

As soon as Severus lets me free, I bury myself into his embrace and he holds me tight as I calm down and he whispers beautiful things into my ear.

Later, we leave the club using the public fireplaces connected to the floo network.



"Didn't Malfoy tell you they had all voted to accept you back?" I ask, once we're back in my rooms from the castle, recalling one of the pieces I got from their conversation in the table.

"He did."

"Then why are they following you now? Why not before making the decision?"

"Because they want me to feel comfortable, to go easy and make a mistake," he explains.

"They don't trust you, then."

"No, they don't," he says, "and I wouldn't trust them if they did," he adds, and he turns towards me and grins, his hands on my waist pulling me closer to him, "you didn't trust me either when Dumbledore brought me here, remember?"

"Who says I do now?" I playfully say.

"Oh, is that right?" he plays along, "then I guess you won't like what awaits you in the bedroom."

"What is it?" I ask, failing at hiding my enthusiasm.

"A good spanking for trying to be smart," he snaps before leaving a sweet kiss on my lips.


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On Sunday morning I find myself alone in bed when I am waken up by the delicious smell of hot tea and croissants. Severus is gone and has left my breakfast on the night table, but he's back before I can even taste my morning beverage.

"Where did you go?" I ask.

"I went to tell Dumbledore we should be meeting Auror Moody in the school instead of the Hogs Head today," he says, "and he said we didn't need to worry about that because there would be no more meetings with him."

"How come?" I mutter, probably not showing enough concern for my surprise to seem real, because Severus quickly seats on his side of the bed with his very stern face.

"What happened, Minerva?" he says, taking my hand over the sheets and looking at me, "I thought you and him had solved everything during the dinner."

"He told Augusta you were a Death Eater, she left upset and I got angry at him," I summarize, "I'm done with Alastor. I'm done worrying about him and having to justify every decision I make to him. We're over."

"He'll come around," Severus says, "and so will Augusta," he adds, before standing up and walking to the wardrobe, coming back with some clothes for me to wear.

"Are we going anywhere?" I wonder.

"You are," he says.



Having Severus choose my clothes it's not part of our morning rituals anymore, but from now and then he still does it, just like during the training days, and even though I don't really care and that he never picks anything I wouldn't wear, knowing that the clothes I'm wearing weren't my own choice somehow affects the state of my mind for the rest of the day. After all, deciding what we're going to wear is one of the little things in life that makes us feel free grown-ups; as stupid as it may sound, having the choice made for me, makes me feel more dependent on Severus, even if I consciously know that is ridiculous.

So, with that though on mind, I knock the door of the Headmaster's office, who apparently has requested to see me.

"Come in," he invites me, and I do so, expecting to find him alone, drinking his usual Sunday morning hot chocolate and reading the paper; but he's not.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company, Albus," I say after noticing a brunette woman sitting opposite to him at his desk, "I can come later."

"It's alright, Minerva," he says, standing up and gesturing me to join their little meeting, "Mirs. Valls, this is my Deputy, professor McGonagall," he says to his guest, "Minerva, this is Mrs. Valls, our new DADA professor."

"Oh, it's a big pleasure to finally meeting you, Mrs. Valls," I say, and she stands up to greet me.

She's a very beautiful woman, with dark eyes and strong Spanish features. I offer her my hand, but she takes it and pulls me closer to kiss both my cheeks. The intrusion takes me by surprise.

"The pleasure is entirely mine, professor McGonagall," she speaks with a loud voice, "I was flattered enough to receive your offer, but when I learned I'd been chosen only by my resume…"

"Well, it was really impressive," I say, finally free from her grab, "and having auror Moody speaking so well about you, there was no choice to make, really."

"He was my supervisor when I moved from the Spanish Department to yours," she explains, "he said he expected great things from me, but of course the accident changed everything," she says, and she raises up her left hand, covered by a leather glove, probably hiding an ugly war injury.

"Well, you still can achieve great things in our school, Mrs. Valls," Dumbledore interrupts, "I'm sure you will adapt perfectly."

"Would you like me to walk Mrs. Valls to her rooms?" I ask to the Headmaster, guessing this was the reason why he requested me.

"Oh, please, don't. I can manage myself around," the new professor says, "I'll see you in the Great Hall, I guess."

"Of course," Dumbledore salutes her and once she's gone, we move to sitting area, "tea?" he asks.

"No, I just had breakfast, thank you," I say, and a cup of hot chocolate pops on the tea table for the Headmaster to drink, together with today's Daily Prophet.

"Alastor was here yesterday," he says after having a sip and staining the mustache of his long beard with his chocolate beverage, "I didn't want to tell me what exactly has happened between the two of you," he points out, "but he did have a very clear request: the mission must end."

"What?" I ask, not really expecting that.

"He said it's making no good for you, or Severus; he said it's dangerous and… well, let's just say that he explained to me a few things he had preferred to keep to himself before and now that I know what is really going on in those places I… I also think we should put an end to this mission."

"Have you told Severus?" I ask.

"Of course, but he said it was up to you," another thing I wasn't expecting, "he said he didn't want to do it in the first place, that I should have listened to his warnings, and that since you were the one to decide to do it, you should be the one to decide to end it."

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