"Stop struggling Ron, you're making my rope work all messy. And don't talk, it annoys me. You really are looking *much* sexier now you know, I can't wait to see you enjoying a nice blowjob."
Hermione reached down between Ron's legs and stroked his penis with her finger, his body wiggling on the chair from her touch. She ran her hand down his smooth legs and smiled hungrily, "It's remarkable what a difference it has made. All I had to do was just remove all your body hair with that spell and dress you up a little. You're like a different person, so deliciously sexy, you are turning me on so much!"
Ron squirmed in his seat, remembering the feeling as Hermione tantalisingly ran her fingers and wand over his body. It was only some minutes later that he realised she had cast a depilatory spell on him, his entire body painfully sucking in all his hair and leaving him completely smooth. He couldn't deny that it made the feeling of Hermione's hands on his legs even more incredible as she pulled stockings up his legs, carefully stroking and straightening them out. His silky pink frilly underwear felt good too, the sensation of his little "clitoris" stroking on the soft material was delightful, even if he was embarrassed about being made into a sissy.
Not that he could have stopped Hermione removing his hair. After getting him in the house she had made him undress, and then gently stroked her fingers all over his body, teasingly arousing him until he was putty in her hands. She had convinced him very quickly with promises of more pleasure coming. All he had to do was to put on just one, and one more, and another, item of clothing for her. "So sexy," she had said, "it makes me so hot and wet thinking of you in these sexy clothes…"
Now Ron was tied to a chair, dressed completely as a girl, smooth, hairless body and horny as hell. Hermione was wearing that same sexy outfit from the day before, stiletto heels and stockings with a leather skirt. A crisp and very tight white blouse with her cleavage on show. Ron was more aroused than he could ever remember.
"I had thought it was a shame you have such a tiny cock Ron, but now I'm not so sure. I think I like you this way more. You know, I think Ginny's clitoris is bigger than your "penis". But that's okay Ron. I think we both know that you'd never be able to please a woman in bed even if you had a normal sized penis. You're just not attractive in that way." Hermione's finger continued massaging Ron's cock, letting her fingernails tease the inside of his legs.
There had been a fairly continual theme now of Ron's tiny penis and how he wouldn't be able to satisfy a woman. The hypnotic and suggestive power of the Submissive Stockings combined with Hermione's constant statements and arousal were pushing Ron further and deeper into submission. Every time she told him something it became wedged in his mind, reinforcing her instructions more and more.
"You're so pretty like this Ron, with your lovely long hair brushed out straight and a pretty bow too. You are such a pretty girl, a pretty and sexy girl, you love being a girl, it's all you want to be, isn't it? Tell me you like being a girl, and I'll make sure you have a blowjob. Tell me what you want!" giggled Hermione, her fingers stroking his hair.
"I really want a blow…" began Ron, quickly cut off by Hermione flicking his little cock painfully with her finger.
Hermione stood in front of him, legs wide, a furious look on her face, her most school mistress of all looks. "Ron how dare you! Behave! You want to be a good girl for me, you want to make me happy, you want to be a sexy girl, and only then can we talk about your obsession with sucking cock!"
"I'm sorry Hermione, I'm just sooo horny! It feels so good when you touch me like that!" Ron caught the look on Hermione's face again, "Sorry! I mean I want to be a good girl and a sexy girl and I want to make you happy and I really want a blowjob!"
"That's a good girl. Just keep saying in your head: I am a good, obedient, slutty girl and will do everything Hermione tells me." Hermione leaned in close and whispered into his ear as she began stroking Ron through his silky panties once more.
Ron groaned, murmuring "Yes Hermione, I'll be a good girl." quietly, his eyes closed.
Hermione whispered again, "Such a good girl, such a slutty girl, you want to make me happy, you'll get so much pleasure if you do what I say." continuing her soft hypnotic tone into his ear. She could see he was going further and further into the sexual trance, the magic of the stockings and the panties taking effect.
She hadn't planned originally on giving those silky French knickers to Ron. They had been destined for someone else to join Hermione's submissive club, maybe Luna or Cho, but then Ron and his "clitoris" had made itself known to her. While the stockings made the wearer submissive and unable to resist direct orders from the person who activated their magic, the panties were more subtle. They made it very easy to put the wearer into a hypnotic trance, and suggestible on a much stronger, deeper level. The stockings would make Ron obey now, but the panties would control his mind forever.
"Such a good girl, you are making me happy by obeying me, you are making me happy by being a girl, by being a slutty girl. Slutty girls get rewarded by their Mistress. Slutty girls love their Mistress. I am your Mistress, I am Mistress Hermione. You love Mistress Hermione, and you want to do everything I say, and you want to be a good, slutty girl." Hermione kept her soft voice whispering gently into Ron's ear. "You don't want to be a boy any more, you want to be a girl, a good girl, you want to be a good girl for your Mistress, for Mistress Hermione."
Ron by now was completely lost in his trance, mumbling to himself the mantras that Mistress Hermione had given him. Hermione left him for a moment, walked over to the desk and once again rustled in the bag of treats, retrieving another Oral Fixation Lolly before quickly unwrapping it. Striding back to Ron, she lifted her skirt slightly, revealing her stocking top, then threw one leg across his lap and sat facing him, shuffling forwards so her breasts were pressed up against his face. She took hold of her breasts in her hands and wiggled their cleavage up a bit before dropping the lolly down her top between them. Ron's eyes, as entranced as he was, still couldn't stop themselves from staring directly at Hermione's chest. Her tight top and rigid bra forced her perfect tits together creating the most incredible cleavage which was now also the home of a highly addictive lolly. Ron's mouth fell open and he licked his lips, hypnotized by Hermione's voice and breasts.
Hermione smiled, pushing her breasts forwards against his face, before pushing the lolly up towards his mouth, holding it just slightly out of reach. "You want it don't you? You want to suck on it, feel the hard, long stiffness in your mouth? I can see you do. I want you to suck it, it makes me happy watching you suck on big, firm, rigid poles. I want you to lick it, run your tongue lovingly up the shaft and over the tip. Imagine taking the whole length into your mouth, it makes you so horny, so desperate, you want it so badly…"
Ron groaned again, delirious with pleasure and desperation. His whole being was filled with Hermione's breasts, her voice, her leather skirt sliding across his silk-covered cock, the cock shaped lolly between her breasts… He craned his head forwards, opening his mouth and letting his tongue fall out. Hermione pushed forwards further as well, lifting her breasts up and pushing the tip of the lolly into his mouth.
"That's my good girl, take it deep into your mouth, enjoy the sensation of having it fill your mouth, that lovely warm, powerful, thrusting feeling. Try bobbing your head up and down, let it go in and out, you love that don't you? I want you to enjoy things going in and out of your mouth, it pleases me and that makes you happy. From now on you will enjoy the feeling of cock in your mouth, and cock in your hand, and cock in your asshole. It makes Mistress Hermione very happy to see you with your holes full of cock. You want Mistress Hermione to be happy, and she wants you to be full of cock and cum. You want to spend your whole life in your pretty, slutty dresses and lingerie sucking cock and making Mistress Hermione happy."
By now Ron was completely gone. He could barely understand Hermione's words, but they sank deep into his subconscious and took root. Ron had always wanted to please Hermione, to make her happy, and to make her horny, and now she had given him the way.
"One last thing, you will need a new name. From now on you will be known as," she giggled, "Sharon."
Ginny struggled against her bonds yet again, but she had done far too good a job. She had been here for over an hour now waiting for Mistress Hermione, and her muscles were getting very tired, not to mention the overwhelming feeling from the powerful vibrating plug in her ass. She had no idea if Hermione was even home, her blindfold and ear-plugs were completely preventing her from knowing if anyone was even in the same room! Her moans were also muffled, the large gag in her mouth allowing just spit to drool from her lips.
After all this time she was now lying on a very messy bed. The sheets were soaked in her cum as well as her spit, and the excessive amount of anal lubricant she had carefully used had leaked as well, covering her body, and that's how Hermione found the naked girl when she went to her room after her initial dealings with Ron.
Walking over to the bed, Hermione surveyed the mewling mess that Ginny was in. She smiled at the girl, someone she had no intention of hypnotizing into servitude. This one would belong to her without cheating she swore. She let one fingertip barely touch Ginny's ankle, just above the leather restraints keeping her firmly attached to the bed. This elicited a delightful shriek, Ginny's orgasm-wracked body and mind that had been starved of attention for so long panicking.
Hermione touched Ginny again, in the same place, Ginny's body now rigid in both fear and anticipation. She ran her fingertips along that beautifully slender calf, then thigh, finally reaching her pelvis. Ginny was practically screaming inside her gag by now, desperation written on her body. Kneeling over the bed next to the pretty redhead, Hermione removed one of Ginny's ear-plugs and whispered "I love you Ginny Weasley," before plunging two fingers deep inside her pussy.
Ginny came, violently, her entire body reacting to Hermione's words and fingers. More words whispered to her, "I only hurt you because I love you." followed by strong fingers twisting one of her nipples. Such delicious pain only added to her masochistic ecstasy, she writhed on the bed, sheets twisted round her, lips pressed against gag-separated lips. They kissed, Hermione's tongue pressing into Ginny's mouth, sliding under the gag, sharing in her orgasm.
Finally the wave subsided, and Ginny was left whimpering on the bed. Hermione tidied her up lovingly, rubbing her tired muscles and massaging life back into her young body. Finally she removed all the restraints and let Ginny up. "Don't shower yet Ginny, I want to smell your sex on you for the rest of the day. You can shower before bed. Now put your chastity devices on and I will give you your next instructions."
Ginny nodded quietly, smiling at Hermione briefly before busying herself with the various contraptions that Hermione said would protect her from ever being hurt by anyone again. A metal pair of underwear that fit extremely snuggly and had been made specifically for her. They fit so closely that you couldn't get even a little finger between her body and the smooth, soft lining that stopped them from hurting. The front of them had a grill which allowed her to pee, although when they were at home Hermione would normally accompany her to the bathroom and open the front of the underwear, before watching as she used the toilet. "I am just ensuring you aren't playing with yourself Ginny. Look at me while you relieve yourself." Hermione would say, as she eagerly watched Ginny piss, her deliciously humiliating liquid splashing on the porcelain. The back of the device had a flap that could be opened, but again only by Hermione.
There was also a small metal bra, mostly a thin metal strip that went around her body with a slightly curved breast covering that protected her nipples from touch. These also had two small flaps that could be unlocked and swivelled aside to reveal Ginny's nipples. Hermione occasionally enjoyed herself punishing Ginny by pulling her nipples out from her chastity bra, and then closing the flaps back again like nipple clamps before allowing her to continue her day. Her nipples weren't squashed too much, instead they were just held taught and exposed, hard flesh poking out for everyone to see. It aroused Hermione immensely to know that Ginny was horny, in chastity and also unable to stop her nipples being aroused. The tips of her engorged breasts would rub against her top, causing little shivers and groans of pleasure all day, swiftly followed by squeals of pain.
Hermione dressed Ginny next, putting her in a fairly plain but short dress with long socks and some pretty shoes. A little sexy, but nothing that wouldn't look out of place if they'd gone for a walk. Instructions were provided next.
"Now Ginny, I've got a special mission for you. In the next room I have another girl, and I'm attempting to help her with some of her problems. Now don't panic, I'm not helping her in the way I'm helping you. She's got a little phobia that I'm helping her overcome, and I want you to help me help her. I think it will also allow you to overcome some of your issues too."
Ginny tried to interrupt, a scared look on her face, but Hermione held her hand up and shushed her. "It's okay Ginny, you can trust me. She doesn't know you, and doesn't know anything about us or what we've gone through, and I won't make you do anything you don't want. I've had you put your chastity on so that you can be sure that nothing can happen to you and so you can feel safe. All I need you to do is a little make-believe, a little play acting to help another girl who is also hurt and wants to be better. That doesn't sound so bad does it? I just need you to play along, and do what I say. For now just wait here for me to call you."
Ron had now been in Hermione's bedroom for a couple of hours and subject to her hypnotic magic for most of that time. By now he was so deep in a trance that he could barely remember his old name, and was becoming used to wearing a dress and lingerie. He was having difficulty remembering that there had ever been a time when he hadn't worn dresses. There was a strong vibration from between his legs that had been going for some time and was keeping him very aroused, along with the recent memory of having large, soft breasts in his face, whispered words and also something delicious being thrust into his mouth.
Having something thrust repeatedly into his mouth didn't seem like something he used to want, at least he couldn't remember wanting that, and he also felt maybe he actively didn't want that. But now he knew that his Mistress definitely wanted him to suck things, that it made her happy, and he couldn't imagine disobeying. It was very confusing. All he knew right now was that he was desperate for an orgasm and had been kept on the edge for hours without relief. And those lollies tasted so very good, and he was desperate for another. If Mistress Hermione wanted to feed him lollies by putting them between her breasts and then thrusting them into his mouth then he didn't mind too much.
The door opened, and once more Mistress Hermione strode in. Ron looked up from his stupor, his hips still thrusting forwards desperately trying to find relief, only to find himself still unable to push himself over the edge of his magically prevented lack of orgasm. Hermione had intentionally left Ron/Sharon here like this to turn his mind to mush and desperation, a completely malleable mess for Mistress Hermione to remold. She spoke, "Hello Sharon, are you enjoying the toy I left you with? Is it nice having your clitoris vibrated?"
Sharon grunted through the gag Hermione had left him with, a thick and mouth-filling penis shaped gag that he couldn't seem to stop suckling on. He had memories of another life, where he remembered being a boy and not a girl. Seeing Hermione again he suddenly remembered promises of a blowjob too, and he was sure he was supposed to be receiving it. His tiny erection twitched in his silky panties, leaking some more pre-cum as it bumped against the vibrator once more.
"So Ron, I mean Sharon," Hermione giggled again, "I've arranged a special guest for you. You are going to have your first blowjob tonight! A very special one just for you." She said, walking further into the room. She removed the vibrator from his lap, and then the gag from his mouth. "You're such a lucky girl having a Mistress like me to take care of your desires."
She began fussing over Sharon's clothing, straightening things, tidying, fixing makeup. Sharon's makeup had taken some time, even with magical brushes, but Hermione had made Sharon look unrecognisable as Ron and even rather fetching as a young lady. Sharon's hair had been fixed and straightened too, into a lovely red bob framing her youthful and pretty face. Lots of eye makeup gave her large, lustful eyes, desperate for attention, while also masking Ron's identity. Looking into the room, your view of the person in the chair was a very demure young lady, hands tucked under her legs and big, cute eyes peeking out from under her fringe. Just the perfect young lady to abuse and corrupt. Time for the next part of the plan thought Hermione.
Mistress Hermione checked the clock, one of the things she had brought from her Muggle life, and saw she was running a little late. She quickly finished up Sharon's outfit and released her hands from the wrist cuffs she had been wearing. "Fold your hands and put them on your lap, I want you to look like a proper, demure girl for your guest. Don't look so surprised! You didn't think I was going to be sucking on a cock did you? I'm exclusively lesbian, and not with someone pathetic like you. My mouth only wants pussy, no cock. And definitely not a tiny, miniscule clitoris like yours, I need something far more satisfying."
Walking over to her desk, Hermione pulled out the final toy for Ron to become a finished product. She kept it hidden behind her back so that Ron couldn't see it, and then carefully folded Ron's skirts up so she could see his cock but he couldn't. This toy she had found in the Muggle world, and was just the most perfect thing she could think of. It didn't take long to connect all the pieces together and carefully place it around Ron's tiny cock, and once complete she flipped up Ron's skirt with a flourish.
"Da-da! Do you like it? It's a lovely metal cock cage for you. All pretty and shiny and pink, specially made for your tiny excuse for a penis. Now no woman will ever have to worry about being embarrassed by you ever again. I still can't believe you tried to have sex with me, but I'm going to make sure you never get the opportunity to humiliate another woman. From now on you are going to be wearing this chastity device for me, to make sure that you remain a good, pure, innocent little girl. Well, until I decide otherwise that is. Now normally, cages are designed to prevent you from getting hard and horny, they stop normal sized penises from growing. In your case you are so small that you'll still be able to get fully erect, and to make sure you stay nice and desperate this one has a little," *click*, "magic of it's own. Do you like the vibrations? Do they feel good on your little pee-pee?"
Hermione giggled, fiddling around with the cage and enjoying watching Ron squirming in his chair. The vibrating cage was very quiet and couldn't be heard over Ron's squeals of desperate delight, leaving him looking like a very horny and desperately aroused girl. Perfect.
"I've got a treat for you Ron, you unbelievably horny and desperate excuse for a man that is going to be a girl for me forever. I bet you'd like another lolly wouldn't you? Addicted to them, like a slutty cock-loving whore aren't you? Well I've made a special extra one for you. It's even bigger than the other lollies. Open wide and I'll shove it in your mouth for you to suck on, something you need to get used to." said Hermione, lifting her skirt to reveal a leather harness fastened to her waist and between her legs. In the centre right over her pussy was a huge thrusting lolly, shaped like a big, black cock. She strode forwards, her cock bouncing up and down before she reached down to take hold of it as she stood in front of Ron. "Open wide, slut. Take my cock in your hand and suck on my huge cock you fucking whore."
Ron looked up into Hermione's eyes, her devious smile shining on her face, her tongue licking her red lips. "Wrap your fingers around my huge cock, feel it in your hands, and then take it in your mouth. I'm going to use your mouth like a warm, wet cunt." she whispered, bouncing her cock up and down in his face. He reached up slowly, fingers touching her lollycock, sliding their way around and taking the heft of it. A few seconds later and the tip of the penis was in his mouth, a feeling like the beginning of an orgasm as he tasted that sweet flavour he was now very much addicted to. Ron moaned ecstatically as he took more and more of her length in his mouth, the taste filling his mind as much as the cock filled his mouth.
"Use your tongue, girl. Pleasure me." Hermione whispered, the base of the cock rubbing against her pussy as Ron's mouth took her length. She began thrusting, one hand on the top of Ron's head and holding him in place as she pushed her cock deeper into his mouth. She waited until she felt some resistance from Ron, then pulled back. Hermione wanted him to enjoy this, and didn't want to scare him too much. Not yet anyway.
Hermione began smoothly pushing her cock back into Ron's mouth, starting up a regular and smooth thrusting motion that wouldn't cause him to gag. With one hand on his head, the other in her blouse playing with her nipple, and the sensation of her cock rubbing on her pussy left her in a state of bliss. She'd had vague dreams of controlling people, using them for her own sexual pleasure, forcing them to do things they didn't want, all to make her happy… But the thought of taking Ron and turning him into her bitch just felt so incredibly naughty! She revelled in her power, her mind filled with ever more deviant thoughts as she fucked Ron's face with her sweet tasting strap-on.
Ron's mind was a whirlwind of pleasure, the vibrating cock keeping his clit hard while Hermione fucked his face with her deliciously tasting and mind-altering cock. She fed his addiction with long, forceful thrusts of her pelvis, but still he couldn't orgasm. He could only watch as Hermione came, her moans becoming louder before descending into grunts as she wrapped her hands around his head and shoved her cock in deeply, penetrating his mouth and pushing the tip of her cock into his throat. She made him choke on her penis for a few seconds as she rode her orgasm straight into his face, before finally allowing him to breathe again.
Earlier that day, Hermione had paid another visit to Bellatrix. The door opened magically, allowing the young witch entry into Bellatrix's inner chamber. Instead of striding in confidently, wand drawn, as she had before, this time she stripped naked and dropped to her knees. She crawled in on all fours, slowly approaching the tall chair in the centre of the room.
"My pet returns! What a delightful surprise, and such good manners. Crawl to face me, kneel here, hands on your head, legs spread, and tell me what brings you to my feet." Bellatrix demanded as she smiled slyly, her hands gripping the arms of her chair in excitement.
"Mistress Bellatrix, I submit my body to you so I may ask your advice." whispered a frightened and shaking young girl, her voice cracking as she carefully spread her legs for this woman that was sure to abuse her body.
"Of course! My sweet and sexy little pet. My advice is something I will enjoy giving you, what is it that you wish to know?" Bella moved her foot forwards, her black leather ankle-length boots making contact with Hermione's knee. They were tightly laced up the front, and had a long, slim but not sharp heel. She slowly pushed her leg forwards, boot moving inexorably along Hermione's leg, towards her spread pussy.
"I've taken… someone. A boy. I had been planning to make him a part of my harem, but when I saw his penis I was shocked to see how tiny it was." Hermione spoke, quietly again, her voice quavering as she felt the soft, warm leather reach the top of her thigh.
"A tiny penis you say? Shockingly small? Not one of the Weasleys was it, Pet?" Bellatrix laughed. "That family is cursed with the smallest appendages imaginable. At least I knew the older ones were, if this is one of the children, like Ronald, then I guess it has been passed down. They didn't become a laughing stock in the wizarding community just because they were poor, there are plenty of poor people. It was because of their hilariously small cocks. We all pity the women who marry into that family. But please continue!"
The sole of Bellatrix's boot was now placed firmly against Hermione's tummy, and she then began moving her ankle, pushing it forwards and angling her heel. It stroked along the inside of Hermione's thigh, catching slightly on her youthful skin.
Hermione's mouth twitched a little as she felt Bellatrix's heel touch the outside of her pussy lips. "Just a boy." she said, not wanting to confirm the guess. "I thought I could instead make use of his tongue, and so I gave him some of the Oral Fixation Lollipops. Except I accidentally gave him the wrong ones, and so now he seems incapable of pleasuring my pussy at all."
Bellatrix shrieked with laughter. "That's wonderfully amusing! Please go on, what happened next?" she smiled as she raised her other leg, placing her boot on Hermione's shoulder, stroking her hair with the leather.
"I told him that I had better plans for him, and made some vague promises about things we could do for his pleasure in order to lure him to my house. Getting him to wear my Submissive Stockings shouldn't be too hard, but I don't know how to make him continue to do what I want when I'm not there. How can I make him forever my whore?" Hermione jumped slightly, eeking her last word as Bellatrix pushed her stiletto heel into her submissive slaves dripping pussy. Her Mistress's boot on her shoulder kept her from moving too much, and Hermione moaned in pleasure as she felt the heel enter her.
"My dear, it's really quite simple. You have to make them want it. While they are wearing the Submissive Stockings and those silky French knickers that you wore for me, you have to make them cum while they say what you want, and to believe it. The magic is that you can trick them into saying and believing one thing, but so long as the words and sentiment match what you are wishing for when you put the underwear on them then it will work." Bellatrix giggled, "Sometimes they can give an inch, but you can take a mile!"
Hermione removed her cock from Ron's mouth, wiping his spit off on his face. "Well you finally made me cum Sharon, even if it wasn't the way you would have liked. I suppose you think it's your turn now?"
Ron nodded hurriedly, taking his cock cage in his hand and desperately trying to jerk it. "Stop that right now Sharon! You are not allowed to cause yourself to orgasm, even if it were possible! You wanted to have a blowjob, and that is what you'll get. Remember this is the only offer of a blowjob you're ever going to get, and if you turn it down I'll make sure you never have one again. Understand?"
Frilly, cute hair bows continued to bounce, even more desperate now for relief, eyes wide in anticipation. Hermione nodded, before reaching down between Ron's legs and switching off the vibrating cage. She then neatly cuffed his wrists again behind his back, before removing the anti-orgasm spell from him. "Okay, sit here quietly and I'll get somebody who won't complain too much about having you in her mouth."
Hermione spun around, and walked to the door, opening it wide enough to poke her head out. "Ginny!" she cried out, "I need you in here now!" before walking back into the room. "Okay, Ginny is on her way now, she doesn't know who you are, but if I tell her to she'll suck your tiny dicklet." Hermione ignored Ron's shocked face, and his shaking head. "This is the last blowjob you're ever going to get offered Sharon, just remember that."
A panicked Ron desperately tried to untie his arms, but the thick metal cuffs wouldn't give him any space to move. He didn't want a blowjob from his sister! But this was also the only chance he had to have his cock in a woman's mouth, just like he had been sucking on Hermione's cock. He was so incredibly desperate, but there was no way he could let Ginny do such a thing.
As he thought that, Ginny opened the door and poked her head in. "Yes Hermione? Should I come in?"
Hermione nodded, and Ginny came into the room. "What would you like me to do?" she asked, nervously.
"Sitting here is a young lady named Sharon. She thinks she likes girls instead of boys, and would like to know what it's like to be with a girl. I've told her that you will go down on her, and let her cum in your mouth, and then she can decide whether she wants to be a lesbian or not. I'm actually quite certain she's not a lesbian, and in actual fact she is a dirty cock-whore who would much rather have her holes filled with nice, big, thick cock before drinking all their cum. I've offered her your mouth, but if she turns it down then it'll be a life on her knees being used as a cum-dumpster."
Ginny looked a little uncertain, but knew better than to argue with Hermione. Being made to wait a week without an orgasm was her Mistress's favourite punishment, and it didn't take much to make Hermione punish Ginny. So she walked slowly in trepidation towards the girl sitting on the chair, and licked her dry lips in preparation for going down on her. She wasn't really keen on eating any pussy other than Hermione's.
Ron struggled against his bonds, desperate for Hermione not to let Ginny go down on him, nor to work out who he was under this dress. He squirmed and squealed, shaking his head furiously as Ginny walked slowly towards him. Ginny got down on her knees in front of him, and was just reaching a hand towards his skirt when Hermione finally stopped her.
"You wanted this Sharon, you wanted a girl to go down on you. Do you want to cum in her mouth, or are you telling me you would rather suck on cock?" Hermione demanded, placing one hand on the back of Ginny's head, and the other round Ron's neck.
Ron nodded vigorously again, which just provoked Hermione further, making her squeeze his neck more tightly. "You'll need to say it for me Sharon. Ginny, you can go. Now."
Waiting for Ginny to leave and close the door, Hermione turned to look at Ron. "Say it Sharon, say you want to suck cock for me. Say it or I'll have your cock in Ginny's mouth before you can say Snowball."
Ron squealed before blurting out, "I want to suck cock for you Hermione! I'll do anything you say! Please let me suck your cock for you again Hermione!"
Hermione smiled down at him. "Good girl," she said, "I'll make sure there is plenty of cock for you. Now let's get this little cage off and you can cum for me."
She deftly unlocked Ron's chastity cage, and took it off him. She then took his penis in between two of her fingers and began jerking him off, quickly bringing him to an edge. "I want to hear you say it again Sharon, tell me your new name and what you want. Tell me what you love doing for me, and I'll let you cum over my hand. Remember, it's this or having Ginny suck you, make me know you want to suck cock."
"My name is Sharon, and I want to suck cock for Mistress Hermione! I love sucking, ungggh, cock for Mistress Hermione!" shouted Ron quickly, cumming half-way through and shooting his tiny load over Hermione's fingers.
Hermione laughed, immediately letting go of his penis and watching as it twitched and barely squirted from his ruined orgasm. Ron bucked his legs as much as he could but could do nothing to let him finish properly even as Hermione stood in front of him laughing in his face. As she watched, a light shimmer started shining from his French knickers, magically glowing brighter and brighter until it enveloped Ron completely. It shone for just a moment, and then was gone.
Mistress Hermione pushed cum covered fingers into the mouth of her first true slave.
