"I'll be more than happy to share my secrets with you, my darling eager and deviant Hermione." spoke Bellatrix, her salivating expression opening her eyes wide. "Those stockings, corset and gloves are but a few of the fun toys I've invented over the years."

Hermione blushed, half in embarrassed memory and half in sexually charged excitement of those same memories. "They were certainly very... potent. I didn't even know such items could be made. They have never been mentioned in any book I've read."

"Well of course not. The kind of wizard who spends their time writing instruction manuals for students isn't the kind of person who would know what to do with one of my Oral Fixation Lollies."

"Oral what lollies? What are they?"

"A pleasant and sweet tasting treat on a stick that makes the person sucking it gradually more addicted to finding long, thick and firm objects to put in their mouths. If you have too many you end up dreaming about sucking cock your every waking moment, at least the moments when you aren't in fact sucking on one. Works on men and women, straight or gay. There are equivalent lollies for cunnilingus and even eating assholes." Giggled Bellatrix, "I had a little coterie of shemale escorts once, all straight, all turned by me into dress-wearing whores for my amusement."

Hermione kept her straight-faced demeanour and brushed aside Bellatrix's comments. "Well for now I just need something simple to start with, a few toys for Ginny and then some extras in case an opportunity presents itself. I have been trying to decide who my next conquest should be after I have myself deep inside Ginny's body and soul."

"I will prepare a little goodie bag for you then my dear, and also the recipes and ingredients for some other things you can make yourself. But everything comes at a cost, my sweet little sadist." giggled the seated woman, her fingers stroking the air towards Hermione, her hand turning and finger now gesturing the younger witch towards her.

"There's always a price to pay when the rewards are so high, I suppose. But one day you will be the one submitting to my will, I swear. You will crawl to me and beg for my touch." Hermione held her head high, defiant in the face of this more sexually powerful woman. She kept it held high even as she knelt, eyes locked with Bellatrix.

The elder witch grinned even wider. "On that day I will serve you and take my punishment, ready to be used and abused by your hand. And I will enjoy it. Now however," Bellatrix flicked her skirt across her lap, revealing a large, thick and pointed dildo thrusting upwards from between her legs. "Why don't you take a seat right here on my lap, and sit quietly as I fuck your Muggle-born brains out and whisper to you all of my tricks."

"Feeling better yet?" came a familiar voice from behind Hermione, spooking her slightly. She swivelled round, barely wincing at all now from that athletic evening with Bellatrix a week ago.

"Oh hi, Ron. Yes I recovered pretty quickly after a potion from Doctor Ragazzi." Hermione said quickly, before losing interest. Her attention drifted back to the book she had been studying, Practical Magical Toys, the latest in a series of books she had read covering all aspects of magical artifact creation.

The information and recipes given to her by her secret Mistress had stimulated some wild dreams, but as of yet she still had to make even a single one of the "toys" so described. Her fundamentals were completely lacking, magical objects were a whole field that was simply not taught at Hogwarts. She couldn't imagine how something like the Marauders Map could have been created by a student.

Other longer term plans had also started to crystallize for her. She knew she wanted more slaves than just Ginny, who was beautiful but extremely soppy, and had started making a short list. It seemed sensible to start with individuals who could be easily manipulated, even blackmailed, who could then help find others…

"Hermione! I'm over here not in your book!"

She jumped again, her momentary distraction gone. "Sorry Ron, what were you saying?"

Hermione's eyes fixed on Ron again, his voice lost to a stutter as he felt her gaze on him. "Oh. Um, I um… The dance! Yes, the dance! Do you want to go? With me I mean? To the dance?"

A grin spread across Hermione's face, which was slowly mirrored on Ron's face. Until that is, a sharp burst of laughter came from Hermione which devastated Ron's smile. Ron had never stopped pursuing Hermione, even after the shocking afternoon of Ginny's birthday party and watching open-mouthed as she hammered that huge cock deep into his sister, Hermione calling Ginny a whore the whole time.

"I'm sorry Ron, I wasn't planning on going to the dance so I can't go with you. I have to study, as you can see from all these books." Hermione smiled weakly at him, knowing it was yet another in a long line of rejections. But Ron was so pathetic, she didn't want to go to a dance with him, ever.

"Oh right, yeah the dance is probably going to be rubbish. I doubt I'll go anyway. Was just asking in case you were bored or something." Ron mumbled a bit, clearly desperate to get away from his latest humiliation.

Hermione paused, observing his crestfallen face. Just like Ginny, pathetic and easily controlled, she thought. An obvious thought hit her before she even had time to think it through. Easily controlled! Her next victim! She needed time to think… Her hand shot down into her bag and rooted around, pulling out one of the Pussy Licking Lollies. He may as well spend the time until he sees her next fantasising about going down on her and becoming addicted to having his tongue in her pussy, just like his sister...

"Here, have these Ron. I made them myself just for you. I think they're delicious, could you finish them all and then see me tomorrow night at my place. Ginny will be out, and I want to talk to you about something… personal."

Ron hopped from foot to foot, nerves wracking him as he waited. Something personal she had said. What could it be? His imagination had been running wild all day, and his dreams last night had been so vivid and yet so strange. Weird scenes of sausages that he wanted to eat, but they seemed to go on forever, filling his mouth and then his throat. But they didn't choke him, and he seemed to just want more and more of the sausages. Bigger. Longer. Thicker. Tastier. Such a weird dream.

Finally he heard creaking from inside, then footsteps, and finally the door opened. Hermione stood there, feet firmly planted to her sides, an imposing figure in front of Ron. He felt very small in front of her, even more so than normal as she stood tall in the doorway wearing a pair of black and incredibly shiny heels. He gulped as his eyes slowly followed her stockinged legs up towards a shockingly short black leather skirt.

Hermione slowly crossed her legs, moving one in front of the other, her heeled foot travelling slowly up as her stockings slid over each other. In the silence Ron could hear the silky material thrumming as the threads stroked against threads. He emitted a slight noise as he caught sight of the heel tips, followed by the long, hard, suckable…

"Ron!" Hermione barked, jolting him out of his revery. He started, head swivelling up revealing wide-eyed awe and shock. He had always fancied Hermione but had never thought of seeing her in such incredibly seductive and sexual clothes. "Get in here now!"

Ron simply nodded, keeping his head down so that Hermione hopefully wouldn't see his flustered face. Hermione spun round elegantly on one heel, the leather of her skirt lifting slightly as she turned, and headed back inside into the dark corridor. Ron stumbled after her, eyes drawn down the seam of Hermione's stockings to her shoes once more. "Something personal," he thought to himself, "I hope it's really personal!"

"In here." came Hermione's voice into Ron's spinning world. She gestured into her room, pointing at the bed. "Sit there and remove your shoes."

Ron did as he was told, perching himself on the bottom of the bed before rapidly losing his shoes to the floor. His mouth was still agape at the way Hermione was dressed. He'd never seen a woman dressed like that before, and certainly not one as beautiful as Hermione. The closest was when he'd had a brief glimpse of Hermione furiously fucking Ginny at that party…

"Now." started Hermione, standing over Ron next to the bed, "As a woman I have certain needs. I am looking for somebody who can provide me sexual pleasure, in exactly the way I specify. They will be quiet and compliant and perform to my standards, and in return I offer this." Hermione lifted one foot, and placed it down quickly in between Ron's legs and then gestured with her hand to indicate down the length of her body. "Do you think you are capable of servicing my needs?"

"Um, er, um, yes! Yes definitely! I'd love to do that with you! Anything you want!" Ron stammered, barely able to contain his excitement. "I'll do exactly what you say, any way you want! Just tell me what you want me to do!"

Hermione nodded at him, pushing forwards with her foot, the patent leather tips of her shoe pressing into Ron's crotch. He squealed slightly, a small smile crossing Hermione's face before she placed her foot back on the floor. "Excellent. Lie back on the bed, face up. Did you enjoy licking those lollipops? I hope so. Now it's time to apply that to licking my pussy instead. Consider this your first test."

Watching quietly for the few seconds it took for Ron to scoot backwards, Hermione watched passively, wondering how effective those lollipops had been. According to Bellatrix, three of those lollies in such a short timeframe should have made Ron into a cunnilingus king. He should be salivating at the prospect of spending any amount of time under her pussy, and Hermione was very happy to give that to him. Once she had taken his (presumed) virginity, she would play him until she could use one of her new magical items to take complete control of him, an even more powerful control than the already extreme amount of control her sex gave her. She knelt up on the bed, legs and heels either side of Ron's legs, before moving gradually forwards and sliding her stockinged legs along Ron's body. She could only imagine his excitement at this situation.

Arms frozen, unable to cope with what was happening to his young body by this equally young woman, Ron just lay still, hands flat to the bed. Hermione took one, resting the palm on her thigh. "You'll need to hold on to me while I ride your face, boy. Show me what your tongue can do for me, make me want you, make me want your cock inside me!"

She pushed forwards a little further, knees now either side of Ron's increasingly glowing cheeks, before slowly, tantalisingly lifting the hem of her leather skirt. She teased him with the rough edges, drawing them across his skin before flipping it suddenly up and revealing herself to him. Ron's first sight of a woman's neatly trimmed and immaculate pussy was now right in front of his face, a beautiful and intimidating sight. One more push and she was on top of his face, her skirt now neatly covering him. "Get on with it, fuck me with your tongue!"

Hermione ground herself into Ron's face, pushing down to get as much of his tongue as she could across and inside her pussy. She wiggled and cajoled but didn't seem to be getting anywhere. "Eat my pussy, bitch!" She yelled, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him in even closer to her. His tongue seemed limp, and every time he came near her clitoris he seemed confused about what to do. "Try just sucking on it, lick it, anything!"

After a few minutes of Ron's poor attempt at pleasing Hermione, she gave up. She rocked backwards and looked down at his messy hair across his face. "Well that's not going to please, I hope you're better with your cock. I'm going to kneel here, I want you to take me from behind and fuck me as hard as you can. It had better be good, your tongue was useless."

Ron nodded excitedly, bounding up and pulling his trousers off as Hermione faced away from him on the bed. She spread her legs wide enough for Ron to get in close, then waited for his entrance. Ron gently lifted her skirt out of the way, and then lifted his penis up and gradually brought it in close to Hermione's tight and beautiful ass. "Oh wow…" was all he could say as he slid his cock in between her cheeks.

Hermione knelt on the bed, waiting for her pussy to be filled up. She had only had sex with women before, specifically Bellatrix and Ginny, and had been longing to discover what a real cock felt like. Ron's failure with his tongue was surprising, although she could understand that a woman would be better for going down on her. She imagined that a real penis would be a completely different experience however, far different to the strap-on that Bellatrix enjoying fucking her with. Knowing that your pleasure and theirs was mixed together, that they were at some point going to shoot a hot load of cum into you…

"What are you waiting for, Ron? I can feel you bumping against my backside but I haven't felt anything inside me yet. Are you waiting for a permission slip from McGonagall or something?" she said, flicking her hair back and looking around at him. He clearly looked like he was trying to have sex with her, what was going on? "Are you even in me yet?"

"Um, yes Hermione! I'm in I think, I'm not sure…" said Ron, who was by now looking extremely red-faced. "Can you feel that?" he said, pushing himself in with his hand.

"All I can feel is your hand Ron. Just stop and let me try. Hands behind your back, right now!"

Hermione swivelled round, sitting herself on the edge of the bed and pushing Ron back. She looked down at him, blinked a few times, and then looked harder. Ron tried crossing his hands in front of himself but Hermione swatted them back out of the way. "Hands behind your back right now young man! What are you hiding? Why have you hidden your cock between your legs?"

"I haven't Hermione, honest, it's right there…" Ron trailed off, unsure what to say next. He stood there, red-faced and hands wringing behind his back as Hermione peered even closer at this crotch.

"Legs apart. Now!" she barked, reaching in with a hand to pull his cock forward. But it wasn't there. She ran her hand up to see if it was hiding at the back, but no. Then she realised it had been there all the time, but was just so tiny she could barely make it out. "Is that your penis there, Ron? That tiny thing? Does that even count as a penis? It's smaller than my little finger." Stifling a giggle, Hermione flicked it with her little finger. "Well it's no wonder I couldn't feel it. I doubt anybody could feel something that pathetic. Is it hard? Does it get harder if you play with it?"

Ron's face was once more crestfallen, he always had known he was small down there but had hoped it wouldn't matter to one of his best friends. Now he was standing here stuttering and having to try and explain why he was too small to please her.

"Don't bother talking, it doesn't matter. You can't please me with your tongue, you can't please me with what I'm going to call your penis even if it doesn't look like one. You're an embarrassment Ron. Completely pathetic, you'll never please a woman with that in your trousers. Put your clothes on and go. Don't say a word, just leave."

Hermione contemplated what had happened. Perhaps not enough of the lollies? While a very sad Ron dressed she went to her bag. Pulling out the bag of cunnilingus lollies, she went to grab the last couple. Except… there were too many. She double checked, and sure enough there were 6 left instead of just three. How was that possible? She only had 6 of each and Ron had already taken half. Realisation dawned as Hermione checked the other bags. She had given him the wrong ones! Grabbing the last of the Oral Fixation Lollies she turned back to Ron quickly.

"I'm sorry Ron, that was very rude of me. Let me have a think about things and we can try again tomorrow maybe? I'd really like to see you cum, so how do you feel about a blowjob?" Hermione asked sweetly, pushing the lollies into his hand.

Ron looked up from his slumped shoulders, already unwrapping one of the addictive candies. In a quavering and unsure voice he said "Well, um, yes I would like a blowjob Hermione. Do you think I could have one?"

"Oh definitely Ron! I'm quite excited at the thought of you and a mouth full of nice hard cock. Yes suck on that lolly and come back tomorrow, dream of sucking on thick, hard, cum-filled cock for me. I mean dream of thick, hard cum-filled cocks being sucked for me. Here's a pair of my favourite silky pink undies as well, and a pair of stockings, wear them home and keep them on all night and then wear them back here tomorrow. No arguments, and no playing with yourself! I'll know if you do, and I need you horny and desperate for me, just keep thinking about licking the shafts of rigid penis and then see me tomorrow night."

Ron's sister, Ginny, was at home cooking as per normal when Hermione arrived home. She deposited some overdone eggs, some underdone sausages and some regular tomatoes onto a plate just as her roommate opened the front door.

"Ginny! Ginny, come here now!" came the yell as Hermione stomped through into the apartment. After the events with Bellatrix some months earlier they had decided to get a place together. Trying to talk to anybody else about what had happened had just led to accusations and even more salacious stories about them until they decided it was easier to just ignore it all and move in together. It didn't stop any stories, but it did at least give them a place of peace.

Their respective personalities had inevitably led to their current domestic roles, with Ginny the desperate-for-approval housewife and Hermione the firm and demanding house Mistress.

One evening in the apartment Ginny had confessed during one of her crying sessions with Hermione that she still dreamed of that day, and the things she had done and had done to her. She had found it hard to process the emotions and was now dreaming of things she had never even thought of before. They spent a long evening together talking, before Hermione suggested they act some of her dreams out, as a way of helping her get through it.

Hermione had no intention of letting this opportunity go however, instead she used this as an excuse to pursue some of her own fantasies, using Ginny as a simultaneously willing and unwilling sexual slave. They started with Ginny lying on the bed, wearing the magical control lingerie from the Chamber, and Hermione watched and listened as Ginny masturbated for her, the pretty young redhead reciting her fantasies and dreams as she played with her pussy.

"Coming!" She yelled, the plate of food in her hand as she pushed through the door to the living room. The hinges squeaked as they swung in, Ginny getting the plate onto the table as quickly as possible. "I made sausages!"

"That's very nice Ginny," said Hermione, seating herself at the table, "do you have any plans for this evening?"

"Nothing specific, was just going to be here catching up on things. I'm still working on that application…"

"I've got other plans. We have let your therapy sessions lapse, so I will need you in your room, in your whore clothes, tied up on your bed. I also want you gagged and blindfolded, with a plug inside you. Oh, use the penis gag, that would be more appropriate and that will be sufficient while you wait for me. I have some ideas of things that should help you."

Ginny blushed, dipped her head and silently went back to the kitchen, leaving her Mistress to eat. Her nipples had hardened as Hermione gave her instructions, and she stroked them slightly as she made her own food, whistling quietly.

Later that evening, with his sister unknowingly tightly trussed up in her room, Ron once more approached Hermione's back entrance. He was still sucking the last lolly, and had been savouring it slowly for sometime now. There were a couple of girls on the way who had pointed and laughed at him sucking on it, but he didn't care. He loved the taste and the feel of the long, hard lolly in his mouth, and the feeling of the stockings on his legs and the panties covering his cock kept him very distracted. It had been incredibly difficult for Ron not to play with himself last night, the memories of Hermione's ass bent over the bed as he held his cock in between her cheeks battled with the immediately following awful memory of Hermione laughing at his tiny cock.

But maybe things were looking up. He had bumped into Hermione in the day, who had smiled at him and grabbed him between the legs when nobody was looking. "Still wearing my underwear Ron?" Her smile vanished, "Show me, right now." she had demanded, in the middle of the library.

Ron's immediate thought was "is she joking?" but even as that thought went through his mind, his hands were already undoing his trousers, and made to pull them down.

Hermione quickly snatched his belt just in time before he showed the whole school he was wearing stockings and her underwear, luckily remembering how effective those Submissive Stockings were. "That's quite okay Ron, I believe you! Don't be so eager to get naked in front of everyone!" she giggled, running her hand down and squeezing his crotch. "Did you eat all those lollies?"

"Still got one left, they're delicious! Do you have any more for me to suck on?" Ron said, quickly fastening his trousers closed again.

"Oh I have plenty for you to suck on Ron, you're going to really enjoy tonight, I'll make you enjoy yourself." Hermione smiled and winked at him, "You haven't masturbated have you? I did tell you there would be no playing with yourself from now on. You are only allowed to cum when I instruct you to."

Ron blushed yet again, he couldn't believe what she was saying! "Um, no Hermione, I didn't do anything, you know. With my thingy."

"Good. I'll see you tonight." She said as she smiled brightly again, and then left.

But that was earlier. Now it was time, he was actually going to have a blowjob! From Hermione! He couldn't believe his luck, and all he had to do was wear her underwear, that wasn't hard to do. Steeling himself, Ron strode the last steps and knocked on the door once more.