The grand hall was busy as usual that week, and also as usual Luna sat down in her seat opposite Hermione and Ginny. Never one to pay attention to scurrilous rumours or gossip she hadn't even mentioned the birthday party and had continued to be a friend to the pair.

Ignoring the commotion from the other end of the hall where the first years were having what looked like a bun fight involving magically enhanced flying bread, Ginny smiled at Luna sitting, and then passed her over the jar of orange juice. "Good morning Luna! I hope you're having a lovely day so far."

Luna nodded, one hand waving her wand to pour juice into her glass while simultaneously choosing something to eat. "It is still busy at work, running the paper is much harder than I thought it would be, but if I don't keep the wizarding world abreast of the truth then people will only have the Prophet to read."

Ginny nodded as she spread butter on a piece of bread, "And I think we all know how impartial and worthy that rag is."

Hermione looked distracted, finally looking up and joining the conversation after Ginny had removed her hand from Hermione's skirt. "Oh hello Luna! Sorry I was, um, thinking of something else."

"That's okay, I'm often thinking of something else," Luna smiled, "sometimes things that make me happy."

The girls busied themselves eating and discussing the latest events at work, Ginny licking her fingers rather more often than would seem necessary. After finishing up, their daily routine continued as normal when Hermione went to the bathroom, followed by Luna one minute later.

Hermione was just arranging her skirt and underwear around her high heels in the senior girls bathroom and right on schedule a door clunked as Luna went into the next cubicle. Every day they followed this familiar and comforting routine before heading out to their respective offices. A gentle sigh came from deep inside as she relaxed and the little dribble of pee became a flood splashing down into the toilet. A look of concentration came to Hermione's face as she restricted the flow of piss, tightening her muscles to allow a smooth but slow flow of golden liquid to come from her pussy lips.

Her practiced pissing was getting better every day she thought. The first time that Mistress Hermione pissed on somebody had to be perfect, so each day Hermione saved her bathroom breaks and practiced her flow. She was definitely improving, and could keep a nice steady delivery of her humiliating water for minutes at a time now.

The splashing shower and enjoyable bladder emptying eventually came to an end however and Hermione dried herself before pulling up her skirt and rearranging her clothes to their normal state. She washed her hands, and was pondering whether she should go home first and change her underwear after the fun at the breakfast table with Ginny's fingers, but decided she quite liked the idea of smelling her own cum every now and then while sitting at her office desk.

She hummed to herself as she left, smiling and reliving some of her recent fun, and was almost back to the dining room before she remembered. "Fuck! I forgot my bag."

Spinning on her stiletto heel, Hermione strode back to the bathroom and quietly opened the door. She had no idea why she was being cautious, it just felt weird going back in, almost like she was now intruding. Walking stealthily in on her tip-toes, she was about to open the door to her cubicle when she stopped dead.

It shouldn't be closed she realised. The doors stay open when they aren't locked, and now the cubicle door she would normally lock behind herself each morning was closed. Checking the other doors gave her the next obvious conclusion that Luna was no longer in her usual cubicle. Nobody else could have gone in or out, so how could this have happened?

Masked by the noises from the dining hall, Hermione silently dropped down onto her stockinged knees and crawled carefully over to the closed cubicle. The distance between the floor and the bottom of the door was easily 30cm high, plenty of space to see a pair of dainty and frilly shoes, covered in lace and dangling with charms, that were unmistakably Luna's. What was she doing in Hermione's cubicle, and more importantly why was she on her knees facing the porcelain?

Hermione watched for a moment as Luna's skirt rustled, frills flicked left and right until they were sufficiently out of the way of Luna's hand which was trying to desperately find its way inside her lacy panties. Wide-eyed, Granger covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself making any noise and watched as Luna finally got her finger inside herself and very clearly began masturbating, her every movement clear through the now cum-soaked fine silk covering her wet pussy.

Leaning a little closer, Hermione was able to see more of Luna, the movements of the back of her head, along with some moaning, making it quite obvious that the girl was smelling or licking Hermione's used toilet seat while bringing herself to a clearly enjoyable orgasm. She was shocked at this behaviour, having had absolutely no idea what her friend had been doing every morning after Hermione finished in the bathroom. Getting carefully back up, Hermione collected her bag and quietly left the room, her thoughts a constant whirl of Luna and what clearly seemed to be her fetish.

Sitting down suddenly made Ginny jump, her surprised look up at her friend showing how distracted she had been alone at the table.

"Ginny Weasley," began Hermione, "I want you home at lunch. I'm going to throw your hot little body over the end of the bed, tie your ankles and wrists down and then cane your tiny, tight ass until you cry. Then I'm going to fuck your pussy til you scream. I'm going to make sure you can't sit or walk properly for the rest of the day. I can't describe how wet I am right now thinking about you."

Ginny managed no more than a quiet moaning sigh, she wasn't going to be able to concentrate all morning now.

That evening, Hermione, feeling still sexually charged after her time abusing Ginny, prepared herself for visiting her own Mistress. She felt the need to be punished more than usual, her desire to be helpless in the arms of another filled her with dread and desire. Every time she offered herself to Mistress LeStrange she knew there were risks, this was a dangerous woman who knew how to control and manipulate and hurt. Exactly what Hermione was looking for. She had her own terrors from her years at Hogwarts, and the thought of being completely at the mercy of Bellatrix, tied and desperate and desired, drove her cathartic sexual desires as much as punishing Ginny did.

The afternoon had been terrible. She had crossed paths with Draco Malfoy, something she had done her best to avoid since finishing school. Despite his family reputation being in tatters, and his father being removed to Azkaban, Draco was still a very wealthy and connected person, with a very bad attitude towards Hermione and Ginny.

Unknown to Hermione who was busily reading some parchment, Draco had been waiting for her in a quiet corridor, stepping out from behind a wall suddenly. He pushed her up against a wall, sneering and whispering "Hello mudwhore." at her. Hermione shrieked as she felt Draco's hand over her mouth while his remaining hand ripped her tight top open. Her breasts fell out, bra snapping in the middle revealing her beautiful tits for Draco's leer.

"Nice tits, slut. Seeing as everybody else saw them at Ginny's party I thought it was only fair I got to play with them." Draco grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it as Hermione could only look on shocked.

"If you want a real cock I've got one right here for you! I'll make you cum harder than that pathetic Weasley cunt." whispered Draco to Hermione as he thrust his crotch at her.

Laughing, Draco turned and walked away, leaving a shaking and disheveled Granger in the corridor. She had hurriedly pulled her blouse together and rushed back to her office to find something to cover herself with. It had left her disturbed all afternoon.

She needed Bellatrix's stern hand, but also her counsel. Luna's newly discovered fetish was confusing for Hermione, it wasn't something she had thought about much, and had very limited knowledge or experience of. Her time in the Chamber of Mirrors under Bellatrix's instructions had been very pleasurable; forcing Ginny to swallow her long stream of piss as Hermione pulled on Ginny's clamped nipples had been intense, but was forced by Bellatrix and she wasn't sure how to dominate Luna in that way. She needed to understand.

Hermione dressed herself to be humiliated, the incident with Draco only reinforcing her desire. She wore the same outfit as she had on Ginny's birthday, the stockings, gloves and corset of control that Mistress Bellatrix had tricked her into wearing. She pulled on stiletto shoes, pushing her toes down into the soft black leather, feeling the lace and silk of her clothes already moving across her body to accentuate and titillate. Her arousal was already strong and she didn't know if it was that or magic that made her desperate to plunge her fingers into her pussy.

Fighting the powerful, magical urge to immediately start masturbating, Hermione eyed the portkey she had kept since that fateful day when she was captured by Bellatrix. It had been teleported to the birthday party along with the two girls, the large fake cock lying obscenely next to them as Hermione pounded Ginny with her strap-on in front of the crowd. Once she noticed what was happening she had quickly grabbed everything and ran out of the room, pulling Ginny by the arm behind her. It hadn't occurred to her immediately, but many days later when she was in bed playing with her pussy and remembering the ecstasy from her imprisonment, she began wondering how to find Bellatrix again. The only possibility she could think of was the portkey, but surely that wouldn't still be active?

It was trivial for Hermione to cast a detection spell, and could tell that the cock was still magical, and still active. It just needed to be "switched on" to allow travel once more. Hermione knew that Bellatrix would never allow this by accident, and clearly wanted to be found. The only question was how to reactivate it.

This day, as the first time she had managed to activate it, Hermione was in her room and dressed in her submissive outfit. Once more she got into the same pose, on hands and knees, with her beautifully round backside pointing up into the air. It had taken a lot of experimentation, but she had noticed that the portkey would become gradually more magical as she tried different things, allowing her to work out how to activate it one piece at a time. Being near the magical clothes that Bellatrix had dressed her in had helped, and she felt even more magic when she wore them. Moving around it had made it shine more brightly when she faced away from it, giving her another clue. Then bringing it ever closer to her, pointing it directly towards her behind, and then finally inserting it…

The magic triggered again, the dildo springing to life and pushing its way aggressively inside her just as the portkey transported her. She was thankful that the cock never seemed to need lubrication as it was thick and made her grunt and groan as it entered her asshole, forcing its way deeper and deeper until it was all the way in, up to the balls, and finally she appeared in Bellatrix's dungeon. As she arrived, the cock gave her one more thrust before shrinking a little and dropping out, falling to the fall inert once more.

Standing up awkwardly, Hermione placed the portkey on the convenient shelf where she had arrived to retrieve later. Familiar with the routine by now, she adjusted her outfit, tidied herself up and then walked on stiletto heels across the stone cobbled floor to the only door. The room was clearly designed and built as a magical arrival place, a large rug in the centre was the target for portkeys alongside a fireplace for people who preferred flu powder. Coat stands and shelves were available for use, currently all empty and clear. There was even a mirror to check your appearance before making an entrance.

Unusually this time, there was a small note on the door, with the simple message "For My pet" with an arrow pointing down. Below the sign at the foot of the door was a simple leather collar, with metal rings attached around the outside. Obeying her Mistress's order without question, Hermione picked it up and wrapped it around her neck, allowing the magic to take hold and fasten the two ends together. She now had a completely smooth and unbroken strip of leather around her throat, which constricted just enough to be tight without strangling her. Hermione made a little noise of fear as she felt it compress around her neck, but did not move to touch her Mistress's symbol of ownership.

Reaching for the door handle, Hermione's hand shook as it always did here, her fear and submission mixing to create a heady cocktail of adrenaline. Pulling the door open, she looked for a moment at the dark corridor ahead with trepidation, before heading for her Mistress's chamber, butterflies going crazy in her tummy.

"I hope you like your gift, child. It should remind you of your place." called out Bellatrix Lestrange, from the chamber where Hermione always found her.

Hermione kept her head looking down towards her shoes, walking towards the imperious voice and into the single beam of light that shone down on her exposed skin. "Yes Mistress. I like your gift very much, I enjoy feeling your dominance over my worthless self."

Bellatrix paused, then leaned forward toward Hermione. "You seem somewhat subdued today pet, I'm not sure I will enjoy you as much without the fight in your eyes. Kneel here before me in your place at my feet, and tell me what troubles you."

"I have two questions today, Mistress." Hermione began as she lowered herself down onto her stockinged knees, heels pointing neatly behind her. She laid her head at Bellatrix's shoes, the warm leather soothing her. "If I may ask them?"

"You may, slave."

Hermione stayed on her knees as she recounted the incident with Luna. As with previous recountings, she left out names and just concentrated on the event. A girl she knew had crept into her bathroom stall after she had used it and had masturbated with her head in the bowl. She didn't really know how else to say it.

Bellatrix remained quiet through the brief story, interrupting only once to confirm the girls position. Hermione confirmed "on her knees, bottom towards the door and up in the air, head over the lip of the bowl, legs apart, fingers in her pussy." before going silent once more as her Mistress digested the words. Hermione meanwhile kissed the soft leather uppers of Bellatrix's high heeled shoes in between rubbing her face on them and purring.

Bellatrix's bright red, sharpened nails thrummed as they tapped the chair arm, her sharp eyes watching her pet behaving like a cat at her feet. She turned her foot slightly to make another side available for Hermione to kiss. "Your school has quite the set of deviants, my sweet. When I was at Hogwarts I don't think I heard of anybody behaving quite the way your class does. Dumbledore's Deviants you should have been called I feel. Stop licking my shoes, and lie back on the floor."

Hermione rolled around backwards, lying face up on the floor as instructed, her eyes on the ceiling as her Mistress spoke. "Do you know why some people are attracted to that kind of fetish? Do you know what she was doing? Could you guess?"

Hermione had been dwelling on this, "I… think so. I think she was smelling my pee maybe? While she played with herself."

"Just smelling you think? With her head so deep in the bowl?" Bellatrix said, walking over Hermione and standing above her.

Hermione blushed. "I guess she could have been licking it? The flush in that loo doesn't work properly, you pull the chain but it doesn't actually flush until ages afterwards. I waited once to make sure it actually did." Hermione stared up at Bellatrix, eyes widening at her view of a short black skirt being adjusted, and an increasingly clear view of pretty black lace lingerie.

"Now that sounds like a time delay enchantment. It sounds like your little miss piss knows you use that toilet and she had enchanted it to make sure she had enough time to get in there after you for some pleasure time with her favourite fingers." Skirt adjusted, Bellatrix slowly sank to her knees, enveloping Hermione in her skirt. Her world went dark as velvet wrapped around her.

"But… why? I just don't understand. Why does she want my toilet water? Oh my…" Hermione felt her sexual desires increasing, sensing her closeness to her Mistress's most precious place. A gentle moan escaped her lips as she felt lace touch her skin.

"You need to understand, my pet. You need to understand that you mean nothing to me, that you are just a worthless set of holes that are convenient for me to fill. You are easily replaceable with somebody or something else that could do as good a job as you, would be better looking than you, would be more enjoyable than you. I only use you because I can."

Hermione, distracted momentarily by her throbbing pussy and the brush of Bellatrix's lace dress on her face, became aware of what she was being told. It didn't surprise her; she had always known she was never going to be good enough. It was why she had always been such an insufferable know-it-all her entire life. She listened to Bellatrix.

"Nobody could want you Hermione, you are an awful person who people just want to hurt. Your body is there to be used by anybody who wants it. Your tits are there to be grabbed and squeezed and sucked for the enjoyment of anyone who would want to try and get enjoyment from a pair of breasts like yours. My breasts and body are so much more desirable than yours, and you know it. My pussy fills you with a lust you can't begin to describe, whereas your pussy is just a hole for me to abuse when I am bored."

Tears started to come now, forming slightly at the corners of Hermione's eyes. It was all true, all of it. She longed for Bellatrix so much, was jealous of her perfect body and her strength. The hollow feeling that had long lived within her grew, and she felt desolate.

"Open wide now and take my gift, the only gift you will receive from me. You don't deserve even this, you deserve nothing, you deserve punishment and no more. So open wide and don't spill a drop of my piss, you hollow, empty, annoying slut."

Hermione lay there, staring upwards through her tears as Bellatrix's pussy lips parted slightly and her golden shower began. A couple drops of warmth hit Hermione's face, making her flinch slightly before the flow began, a hot splash of piss straight into her mouth. She felt the warmth spread through her, the taste filling her with the knowledge that her Mistress wanted her enough to use her in this way. It meant more than she could describe, so much more than just being fucked. To be used in such an intimate way, to receive her Mistress's precious piss, Hermione felt wanted again.

"Do you feel it, pet? Do you understand? Drink my piss, fill yourself with my champagne and luxuriate in the warm glow. Swallow my hot stream and feel wanted again. This is what your friend wants you to make her feel."

Hermione understood now, she felt the desperate desire to be wanted, to be loved, to be used. She gulped down a final mouthful of piss as, Bellatrix's stream over, Hermione's Mistress now stood up and went back to her throne.

"Two questions you said. What is the other one? Stay on the floor there, spread your legs and play with your pussy while you tell me. Show me how grateful you are that I allowed you to drink my piss."

The young witch thrust two fingers into her pussy, thumb on her clit as she began masturbating in front of her Mistress. It was another humiliating moment for her, her emotional state driving her even closer to orgasm as her fingers pistoned in and out, wanting to give a show as she moaned loudly.

"Don't come, slut! You're not allowed to cum until given permission!" Bellatrix shouted, her heeled boot shooting forward and kicking Hermione on the leg.

Pulling herself back from the edge of her orgasm, Hermione desperately tried to concentrate on her question. "Yes Mistress! I'm sorry, I must not let myself cum unless you allow me. My second question was about another person, a boy, somebody who has been making my life difficult. I want to force him to keep away from me, and to leave me alone for good. How can I control somebody that I don't want to use for sex?"

Bellatrix chuckled as she gleefully watched Hermione's busy fingers. She pushed her stiletto heel into her slave's thigh as she answered. "Blackmail my dear. The classic. Just find what they hate, something they could never allow anyone to think about them, and then get evidence of them doing that very thing. Tell them if they ever bother you again, you'll let the whole world know what they are really like."

The next morning Hermione woke up bright and refreshed. She had a bold new plan, and the streaming sunlight coming into her bedroom as she opened the curtains warmed her as she considered it. She luxuriated in the glow on her bare skin, running her hands up her body and stroking them over her breasts, taking time to play with her nipples in the window. One of her hands strayed down to her leg, feeling the slight bruise where Mistress Bellatrix's heel had poked her as punishment for attempting to orgasm without permission. The thought of that woman's control over Hermione's body and pleasure made her nipples stand out even harder.

She got ready quickly, threw a couple of extra items from the kitchen into her bag and made her way to the great hall. Arriving early today, she sat in her normal seat and drank a full half litre of orange juice while she waited for her friends.

Ginny and Luna arrived at their normal time, and they began to eat. "Did you do your hair Luna?" asked Hermione. "It's very pretty."

Luna blushed, and stared down at her food. "It's just a little something." she murmured, shoving a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

"Well I think it's very lovely Luna, very attractive. Perfect for running your fingers through, don't you think Ginny?" Hermione said, turning towards the younger redhead.

"Oh um, yes, that would be nice. I think." Ginny said, surprised at the turn in conversation. "Are you going to the gym today?"

Hermione smiled. "Yes I expect so. I'm planning on giving my body a good, long, hard workout today. But I'm done with breakfast, so I'm just going to use the bathroom. I drank so much juice this morning!"

She placed her cutlery down, and disappeared off towards the girls bathroom. A few minutes later, Luna followed, letting herself into the spare cubicle next to Hermione's, as per normal.

Hermione took a little longer in the bathroom than normal, but after a few minutes she washed her hands and left, leaving Luna alone. Luna licked her fingers clean, pulled her underwear and skirt back up, and then carefully headed out of her cubicle and into Hermione's.

Quickly locking the door, she dropped down to her knees and turned around to face the toilet. But unusually this time there was something on top of the closed toilet lid!

There was a glass bottle, like a potion bottle, sitting there. It was full of liquid, and through the glass she saw it was a light yellow colour. Picking it up, she noticed on the side was a note.

"A present for you, fresh and still warm. Drink some now, then place the bottle on the table in front of you, if you'd like some more. Love, H"

Luna was stunned. Hermione couldn't possibly know what she had been doing could she? A feeling of cold dread overcame her, and her hand shook as she held the bottle. She had to know.

Shaking fingers took hold of the stopper and popped it out. The unmistakable fragrance of Hermione's warm piss hit Luna's nostrils and told her that yes, Hermione knew. And not only did she know, she wasn't upset! She closed her eyes and poked her tongue into the bottle, swirling it around and feeling the remaining warmth as it touched the tip of her tongue. Lifting the bottle, she poured some into her mouth, imagining it was her tongue inside Hermione's pussy, and the piss pouring into her mouth was straight from that heavenly source. She spent a few minutes kneeling on the floor, fingers on her clit and her tongue in the spout of the bottle, allowing a very slight trickle into her mouth, eeking out the bliss until she came.

It was long before a blissfully happy looking Luna smiled into the hall and took her seat again. "You look pleased Luna." Hermione smirked as Luna sat back down, "Like the cat that got the cream!"

Hermione giggled to herself, as Luna sheepishly smiled, a blush coming over her again. She placed the half-empty bottle down in front of her, nodding as she stared down at her plate, unable to look into Hermione's eyes.

"What's in that bottle, Luna?" came a pair of voices from behind Luna's head. She jumped up, almost knocking over her plate, before turning round to see Parvati and Padma standing there.

"Yes, tell us all what's in the bottle!" giggled Hermione, enjoying the sight of the blushing and squirming girl in front of her.

"It's um, it's um… It's a drink?" was all Luna could manage, moving to hide the bottle away. Hermione was quicker though, and grabbed it first. "It's a special drink I made for Luna, it's her favourite. Isn't it Luna?"

"Oh… Yes it is. Thank you for making it for me Hermione." replied Luna, quietly.

"Can we try some Luna?" said Parvati, curious about the special drink Luna had. "I'm a bit bored with the orange juice here."

Luna made to answer, shaking her head in fear, but before she could say anything Hermione interrupted. "Of course you can! I'm sure Luna would love to share her drink with you, and I would very much enjoy watching you taste it too! It's specially filtered, and orange juice is one of the ingredients."

Parvati took the bottle from Hermione, not noticing Luna who had gone white and covered her mouth with her hand. She only managed a high pitched squeak as Parvati unstoppered the bottle and put it to her nose.

"It smells sort of familiar? *glug*. Tastes sort of familiar too, but I can't quite place it. Here, you try it Padma."

Hermione watched wide-eyed as the two girls unknowingly drank her piss, all while humiliating Luna more than she could have imagined. She was getting more aroused than she had thought she could be at the idea of making all these girls taste her sweet Champagne.

"I'm not sure it's for me." said Padma, placing the bottle back down on the table by Luna.

"Something of an acquired taste I imagine. What do you think, Luna?" giggled Hermione, taking the moment to run the toe of her shoe up the inside of Luna's leg, causing her to jump again. She pushed the heel of her boots firmly between Luna's thighs, separating them, and then stroked her stiletto heel against Luna's crotch.

"Oh gosh! Oh um, yes, acquired, oh god, yes!" was all Luna could manage, clearly flustered as Hermione continued to tease her.

Parvati looked oddly at Luna, then decided Luna was just being her normal odd self. "Well have a lovely day you three." she said, before heading out.

Still pondering what to do about her other problem, Hermione had gone to the gym a little earlier than normal to have the room to herself. She was busily doing squats, her tight shorts riding up in between her taut butt cheeks, when the door opened. Not paying attention, she didn't even notice when somebody came in the room, and then stood right behind her. Hands grabbed her from behind and ripped her shorts down, revealing her perfectly rounded and beautiful backside.

Hermione struggled to turn around, but with her shorts down around her legs she couldn't move properly and was defenseless against her attacker. "Nice ass, mudslut. Maybe I should give you a reward!" she heard from behind, clearly Draco's sneering voice.

She heard him unzip his trousers, and then felt his cock slide in between her cheeks. He didn't manage to get inside her, but she felt his throbbing head push up against her pussy lips. Correction, she thought, his *huge* throbbing head. A sudden arousal almost overcame her, a submissive desire to be taken hard from behind, to be used against her will by that giant cock… Shaking her head to clear it, she forced her legs together, barring his way and closing her wet pussy to him. Hermione only submitted to Mistress Bellatrix.

"Come on whore, you know you're desperate for some real cock instead of your fake sex with that ginger dyke of yours! Open your legs and let me give you a proper fucking!" Draco sneered into Hermione's ear. Laughing, he pushed Hermione forwards to the floor, she stumbled and fell, catching herself on the nearest equipment.

"On your knees where you belong, mudslut. It's not like I'd want to fuck a half-breed like you anyway!" Draco sneered, tucking his cock back into his trousers. "You don't even deserve my cock."

Hermione looked up from the floor. "If you want to fuck someone from behind why don't you go fuck one of your two boyfriends in the ass like normal?" she asked, desperately trying not to cry as she pulled her shorts back up.

"Urgh!" Draco looked disgusted, "I'd rather fuck a Weasley than a man! You're revolting, I'm going now slut. Go back to your ginger whore pussy!"

Draco walked off laughing, leaving Hermione in a pile on the floor.

Luna arrived at Hermione and Ginny's front door at precisely 7pm, the exact time the letter had told her. She didn't know what Hermione wanted with her, other than Luna's presence at this exact time. Luna stood on the doorstep for a few seconds, her raised and slightly trembling hand ready to knock, but before she was able to rap her knuckles on the wood the door creaked open, allowing her to see into Hermione's dark passage.

"Hello?" Luna asked, unsure of what to do as she couldn't see either of her friends as she peered into the darkness.

"Enter, quickly. Then get down on your hands and knees." came a strong and powerful, easily recognisable voice from inside.

Luna started walking forwards, even before she heard the second order. She shivered, stumbling slightly as she processed the words, unbelieving what she had heard, then felt a rush of air as the door closed suddenly behind her, leaving her in darkness.

"Did you not hear me slave? I said down on your hands and knees, do it now before you are punished."

This time the words were accompanied by a familiar hand on her shoulder, pushing her down to the ground. Luna's legs folded under her, a feeling of weakness overcoming her whole body, leaving her in a pile on the floor. It felt like her brain had left her body.

"Well that's closer, but still not what I asked. You need a lot of training, slave. Once you are able to obey simple instructions you will strip naked, completely naked, leave your clothes by the door, and then get down on your hands and knees and crawl to my room. I will see you there."

Hermione strode past Luna, her heels rapping loudly on the wooden floor as her flowing black silk dress brushed against Luna's shocked face. Opening a door, Hermione vanished inside, leaving Luna alone in the corridor.

Luna was in shock. She could hardly believe what had just happened, but she also knew she was incredibly turned on. What should she do? The easiest thing seemed to be to just follow what she had been ordered. But getting naked? In front of Hermione? She began shaking, but also began unbuttoning her top.

A few minutes later, Luna had finished getting undressed and had placed her clothes in a neat pile by the front door, next to Hermione's outdoor boots. She paused momentarily, looked around guiltily, and then quickly planted her lips on the toes of those same boots, kissing them intensely. Luna had seen Hermione so many times before in those boots, and had lusted after the thought of licking them clean for her. Luna's tongue flicked out briefly, tasting the leather for just a moment. She shuddered with delight, eyes closed and fantasising that Hermione was wearing the boots as she kissed them.

Not wanting to keep Hermione waiting, Luna spun herself round to face into the house and then moved to get up onto her hands and knees before shuffling forwards towards the open door. The journey felt like a lifetime, but the seconds passed and she was in Hermione's bedroom. There was an old, padded armchair in the middle of the room, facing away from the door and lit by a large fireplace with a roaring fire. Luna could just see the fingers of a gloved hand resting on the side.

Before Luna had crawled more than a metre into the room, the hand lifted, and pointed at the floor in front of the chair. "Enter quickly slave, put yourself here at my feet. Do not look at me. Ever. You are not worthy enough for that. You may beg permission to kiss my shoes, but apart from that you are not permitted to talk." came Hermione's voice from the chair. She was so imperious, Luna thought, as Hermione's voice tickled down Luna's spine, causing her to shiver again.

Crawling forwards more quickly now, Luna was soon crouched at Hermione's feet, facing her friend. She stared intently at Hermione's shoes, desperate to see her Mistress but also to not disobey. Luna so wanted to know what Hermione's expression was. Was she happy? Was she angry? Stretching forwards, Luna prostrated herself in front of Hermione's shoes, pointing her backside up in the air and reaching her lips forward towards the point of that delicious looking leather.

"Please, um, may I kiss your, um, shoes?"

Hermione snarled, "You will refer to me always as Mistress, slave. You are here for my pleasure, not yours. If you want to beg properly, beg to please me, not to please yourself. Now beg to worship my shoes."

"Yes Mistress! I'm sorry Mistress! Please allow your worthless slave to clean your shoes for you with my tongue. Please use my mouth and my body for your pleasure. Let me lick your heels so they are clean and perfect for you Mistress."

"That's better, slave. You may begin cleaning my shoes now. Only my shoes. You are not allowed to touch my skin without my explicit permission. And you are to keep your hands behind your back or to your side the whole time."

Luna quickly tucked her hands behind her and leaned forwards, brushing her nose up against Hermione's left shoe. The smell of warm leather and Hermione's scent filled her nose and her mind, Luna's eyes softly closing in desire. She moaned as she parted her dry lips with her tongue, eyes slowly opening again as she reached forwards to touch her goddess's feet. She felt like a bolt of lightning hit her as the tip of her tongue reached the tip of Hermione's shoe, and she moaned again as she licked along the side, tongue just reaching the sole.

"Do you like my shoes, slave? I wore them especially for you. A pair of Louboutin shoes, perfect in every way. Sharp, stiletto thin heels, smooth black patent leather and of course the trademark deep red soles. I'll expect every centimetre of them to be spotless by the time you're done. Don't forget the heels either, I'll expect you to take the whole length of them in your mouth. In my house my slaves always take the full length."

Luna groaned again, her arousal now overtaking her mind completely as her lips took Hermione's proffered stiletto heel between them. She remained still as Hermione pushed the length of them into Luna's receptive mouth, her tongue licking all the way along until the whole heel was in her mouth and she felt the red sole of Hermione's shoe touch her face. The heel began sliding back out of her wet mouth, her moistened lips ready to take it again as Hermione started to fuck Luna's face with her patent stiletto heel. Each time she felt the shiny sole touch her face she couldn't help but make a tiny peep of a noise, Luna had longed to be beneath these shoes for so long...

"That's enough for now, slave. It is time to instruct you on how you will behave, and how you will be treated here. First of all, you will no longer be known as Luna Lovegood. You don't deserve to have a name, yet. Here you will be known simply as either 'slave', or most often 'toilet'. You will spend your time on the floor at my feet, and when it pleases me I shall use your mouth and your body for my piss. Come here, keep your eyes on my shoes. Good, stay still."

Hermione wrapped a leather strap around Luna's head, the front of it pushed a little forcefully into Luna's quickly opened mouth. A gag she realised, as Hermione tied the leather strap tightly, although with an opening in her mouth like a circle keeping her teeth apart. She felt in shock still, not quite believing she was lying naked and gagged at Hermione's beautiful shoes, after being told she would be used as a toilet!

Hermione pushed Luna down with her heels, stilettos painfully guiding the slave to the floor where Hermione rapidly trussed her. Ankles bound with leather cuffs that were connected to each other with a short metal bar. Her wrists were cuffed too, a metal chain running between them and locked through a loop on the back of a thick leather belt that locked around Luna's waist. There was just enough length in the chain to keep her hands to her side, but she couldn't move them much from there. Hermione continued, tying more and more leather straps around Luna's legs, all the way up to Luna's thighs so she couldn't move even an inch.

A metal bar slid through the straps, preventing Luna from bending her legs as well, with Hermione snapping spring loaded clasps closed around metal loops at her ankles and waist. She did much the same with Luna's top half, running straps above and below Luna's breasts, the warm leather holding them out and presenting them to Hermione's amorous gaze.

Another metal bar at Luna's back and now Luna was fixed in position, able to bend only at the waist and nowhere else. Hermione next ran a rope from Luna's neck to her ankles, tied it at one end and then pulled it through the metal ring at the other. This pulled Luna up into a sitting position, completely unable to wriggle from where she was, watching silently as her Mistress tied the other end of the rope, leaving Luna totally bound, vulnerable, scared and more aroused than she'd ever felt before.

Hermione smiled, still not looking into Luna's eyes, not yet wanting to see her fear or give her the satisfaction of feeling wanted or like anything more than a bathroom appliance. At least, not yet.

"Toilets can't see either, they don't have eyes. You will need a blindfold." Hermione chastised Luna, pulling a rolled silk sheet across her eyes and tying it behind her head. She tied it neatly and carefully, adjusting the front to make sure Luna's eyes were completely covered. She took a moment to wave her hands around a bit, before pinching one of Luna's nipples. The way the bound girl jumped and yelped let Hermione know her blindfold was effective.

This left Luna far more lost than she had been. In darkness, unable to move or talk, desperate to masturbate, all she could do was listen as Mistress Hermione moved around the room, wondering what would happen to her next.

Hermione spoke again. "Toilets need lubrication to work efficiently, so spread your legs as much as you can for me, I need to get access to your holes."

Luna, lying on her side and bound along her thighs, couldn't move her legs much but did her best. What did Hermione want to do to her? She had no idea, but she did like the idea of her friend's fingers touching her down there…

A few seconds later, Luna heard a loud snap from near her head, causing her to jump in fright. Then another not long after causing her to whimper. "Don't worry toilet, I'm just putting some latex gloves on. I don't want to have to touch your dirty holes with my bare hands, now hold still."

Taking a large dollop of lube on her fingers, Hermione knelt forwards, closer to Luna, and gently spread her ass cheeks apart. She wanted Luna to feel helpless, alone, vulnerable, afraid, but also desperately horny and wanting more, a difficult task for a young, inexperienced dominatrix of a witch. She was used to exploiting Ginny's insecurities, but that was different, they had learned each other's bodies together. With Luna, Hermione knew she had to get it right the first time.

Using one hand to pull Luna's top cheek up, she carefully moved her finger closer. "Don't flinch. Toilets don't move, and they don't mind a little cold lubrication." she ordered, while allowing time for the lubricant to warm a little on her gloved fingers. She held her breath as her latex-clad finger touched Luna's hole, that cute little bottom instinctively clenching. "Relax, toilet, relax. You need to take my finger."

Waiting patiently for Luna to relax her anal muscles, Hermione gently stroked her lubricated finger around Luna's hole, spreading lubricant carefully around, every few seconds pushing a little harder inside. Despite Hermione's orders, Luna couldn't help but wriggle and squeal as she felt her Mistress's finger enter her, one centimeter at a time. Hermione could feel her own arousal growing as she pushed her finger deeper and deeper inside Luna, stretching her a little as she pushed more lube inside the girl's ass hole. Every time Luna squealed that delightful half-frightened, half-desperate noise Hermione felt herself coming closer to orgasm. Being a Mistress was such a joy.

"I hope my toilet is enjoying her servicing before being put into use. Let's lubricate up *here* a little too…" Hermione said, matter-of-factly, as she now moved her lube-covered, latex thumb up to Luna's pussy. The squeal this time was far more deep, far more satisfying, Luna sounded like she was losing her mind as Hermione gently fingered her ass hole while also stroking around her pussy.

Hermione finally felt the whole length of her finger inside Luna, enjoying the sensation of being deep inside Luna's body and mind as she spoke. "Excellent work, toilet. You've taken my whole finger inside you and behaved very well. Almost time to get you installed in place."

Taking a small pink egg-like device from the table, Hermione crouched down in front of Luna. She pushed it down between Luna's legs, the smooth surface of the egg easily sliding between lubricated thighs before Hermione's latex-gloved fingers popped it inside Luna's willing pussy. She pushed her fingers into Luna's hole, making sure the egg was in place and wouldn't come out again. With Luna's legs tied together it should be safe, she thought.

"Good work toilet, you're almost ready. Now to position you." Hermione said, bracing herself as she slid Luna the short distance to the wall, leather straps cushioning her body and allowing Hermione to slide her easily. Once in position, she picked up the dildo she had left there earlier and placed the tip against Luna's exposed ass hole. A quick push against her slave's puckered sphincter and it slid easily inside, her lubricated hole presenting no resistance to the thin, but stiff, 10cm long plastic cock. Luna squealed again, wriggling in her straps, frightened at the sudden entrance but soon settling as she felt Hermione's soft hands on her body, adjusting straps, dildo and egg to make sure she was comfortable.

The base of the dildo was very wide, and it was this base that Hermione cast a quick binding spell on. Lifting Luna carefully up into a sitting position, the spell affixed itself instantly to the floor, making it impossible for Luna to slide around, or bend her body from where Hermione placed her. The rigid cock in her ass kept her still for her Mistress's pleasure.

Hermione smiled down at Luna's bound form, pleased with her handiwork, before taking a thick, wide leather strap that was already waiting and attached firmly to the wall, and wrapped it around Luna's neck, holding her head tightly in place. "Does that make it a little hard to breathe, toilet?" She asked, not even bothering to look at Luna to see a response as she fussed over the fastenings, straightening and tightening them to her fastidious satisfaction. "A little tighter maybe." chuckled Hermione, evilly, pulling a little harder. The leather strap covered Luna's neck entirely, holding her posture bolt upright. Combined with the cock in her, Luna was now unable to tilt her head at all. She could turn barely at all, the carefully positioned leather-cushioned cavity in the wall her head had been pushed into making sure of that.

Hermione stood up, looking down at her new subject. "There, my perfect toilet slave. Bound to the wall, unable to move, mouth available at any moment, usable as a piss drain and completely worthless as anything else. Your perfect role. Now let's test you out."

Picking up a plastic funnel, which she had previously fitted with an L shaped pipe, Hermione pushed the spout into Luna's mouth, pushing Luna's head deeper into the leather wall cavity as she firmly fitted it into the leather ring gag. Nodding, Hermione tested it slightly, making sure it wouldn't fall out easily. The funnel was in tightly, making an easy target for anything she wanted to pour into Luna's mouth.

Luna felt a hand on her head moving it slightly and angling it up. "A little treat to test that my toilet doesn't leak." Luna heard Hermione speak from above her. Luna's imagination, normally running riot whenever she was in Hermione's presence, had now completely stopped. She was unable to move, not just because of the leather straps surrounding her body, she was paralyzed, her mind frozen as sex, anticipation and fear fought in her soul.

"Take this little treat for me, but know that toilets are expected to take everything, and I mean everything, given to them without complaint. Any sign of refusal will be punished severely. I won't hesitate to hurt you, I will take any excuse to punish a filthy, worthless piss hole of a toilet like you." Hermione spoke softly into Luna's ear, her close breath and words sending shivers down Luna's spine, bottom wiggling around the hard dildo inside her.

Standing up again, Hermione turned carefully around, her heels tapping rapidly against the wooden floor as she adjusted her position. She was now standing astride Luna's bound form, skirt hiked up and her bottom just slightly resting on Luna's head. She made a little murmuring noise as she separated her pussy lips with her gloved fingers, unable to help stroking her clit a little with the little bit of lube still on her gloves before relaxing against the wall. Closing her eyes, she allowed more of her body to relax until she felt the familiar trickle of warm liquid start flowing. The first few drops spattered into the funnel, the sudden noise startling Luna, making her try to wriggle, uncertain of what was happening.

It wasn't long before the few drops became more of a trickle, and then a steady stream, but to Luna it felt like hours. This had been her dream for so long, but now that she was here and it was happening, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, she started to panic. The first splash entered her mouth, hitting her tongue with an intensity she had only felt when drinking from that bottle left for her on the toilet this morning.

Luna remembered tasting that sweet nectar from the bottle, cooled but full-bodied, unlike the diluted leftovers she had pleasured herself to before, her forbidden delight that had been licked from the inside of Hermione's toilet bowl. It was powerful stuff, but nothing compared to this hot blast of piss spurted directly from her Mistress's pussy, straight into her mouth. She moaned in delight, unknowingly pleasuring Hermione above her with her gurgling noises. Mistress Hermione loved hearing her slaves delight at being abused.

Luna was slow to swallow, and the funnel soon filled with Hermione's special young vintage Champagne. Hermione held her bladder, her earlier practise coming in useful now, and stood up again on her heels, a little pressure from her backside pushing Luna's head down and causing the piss in the funnel to swirl a little. She stepped her stockinged leg across Luna's body, then knelt down to watch. Hermione pointed her wand at Luna's pussy, activating the vibrating egg that she had pushed into Luna's pussy earlier, causing yet more wondrous squeals from the platinum blonde girl as she was filled with new sensations throughout her whole body.

Noticing that Luna was taking her time, Hermione decided to make it a little harder for her. Reaching up, she held Luna's nose, clamping the nostrils together and forcing her to breathe only through her mouth. "Don't spill any toilet. Any toilet that makes a mess gets thrown out and replaced. You will swallow every drop of my piss or else this is the last time I will use you."

Luna squealed, loudly this time, as she panicked. She glugged as much of Hermione's delicious urine as she could, but there was so much. Desperately wishing she had breathed when she had the chance she instinctively struggled against her bondage as she became more desperate. The worst was not knowing how much there was to go, all she could do was keep drinking and hoping it was the last.

"Concentrate on the flavour of my piss, and the feelings in your pussy. You will do as you are told, toilet. Take it all. Enjoy my golden shower." Hermione instructed Luna, her eyes wide as she watched her friend take another mouthful of piss down her throat. She wondered how long Luna could hold her breath, it had been only about 20 seconds but Luna was clearly struggling and freaking out a bit. She masturbated rapidly, fingers playing her own pleasure as she watched fascinated. Luna was clearly desperate not to allow any piss out of her mouth, but her desire was fighting with her body and it's need for air.

Not wanting to make Luna fail, Hermione relaxed her hand on Luna's nose. "Breathe quickly, toilet, don't fail me!"

Luna took in as much air as she could, a huge breath, then in and out a few times before Hermione's fingers quickly snapped closed. "That was your last chance at air, I expect you to finish your gift this time. If not I'll leave you on the floor in a puddle of piss until you wake up."

Swallowing as quickly as she could, Luna soon finished the funnel full of Hermione's Champagne. "Good work, toilet. You've passed my test, and can now take your place as my piss drain. Now, the night is young and I am going to need to use you many times this evening. Lets just hope Ginny doesn't walk in here tonight!"