Chapter 2
The Master Who Could Have Been King
Hermione's plans to return home seemed to have vanished in the same vortex of smoke as she and Mayweather had. Vortex travel was one of the modes of transport that Hermione hated. It was like apparition, but with more a gut twisting feeling and blindness. It was also much more safer as the person had to encase themselves, which removed the possibility of splinching. Being muggle-born, Hermione found the whole idea of teleportation to still be a very sci-fi-ish thing, even after she had done it herself loads of times. She felt Mayweather's vortex wrap around her and then vanish again. When it cleared her field of vision she and Mayweather found themselves on a small damp and dimly lit street. Hermione's eyes shot up and down the Victorian cobbled street and she noticed straight away the lack of lighting in the houses. Then she noticed there was no cars parked on the street outside the houses. The whole street felt cold and abandon.
"Come on" said Mayweather as he started down the street.
Hermione's eyes briefly moved from the darkened houses to the large radio transmitter that towered over the street. The base of the tower had to be several streets away, but neither the less the mental pylon still loomed high above this street, it's red aircraft warning light blinking away in the inky blackness of the night. Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine as the two came to the far end house and Mayweather knocked in a pattern that had a slight musical tone to it. She then jumped when suddenly two eyeballs appeared out of the wood of the door.
"Master Mayweather. Honorary Dungeon Club member. Order of Merlin First Class and Chief of the Whip"
The eyeballs turned and spotted Hermione.
"We are hear to see The Master Who Would Have Been King" Mayweather added.
The eyes vanished and Hermione heard the front door locks click. Mayweather pushed on the door and it swung open. He then entered and then invited Hermione to step into the house as well.
"Relax your safe" he said.
Hermione bit her bottom lip, but followed him in anyway.
The house itself reminded Hermione of Number 12 Grimmuald Place. The hall way was dimly lit and the smell of must hung in the air. Mayweather had hung up his cloak and then seemed to be address one of the portraits. Hermione eyed the portraits and saw they were all of wizards, some clothed some not. All had a naked witch on all fours at their side.
"All of these have been headmasters of the club. Dating back to just before the human slavery ban kicked in"
"So it's not always been a sexual thing?" Hermione asked.
"History is painted in darkness Hermione. In both worlds" said Mayweather coldly. "leave it at that".
"The Master Who Could Have Been King is happy to grant you an audience Chief Of The Whip. He has said you can meet him in the study" said the portrait of a chubby looking wizard, who had a young brown haired witched licking his boots as he spoke.
"Thank you master" said Mayweather with a nod of the head. "Come along Hermione".
Hermione followed Mayweather into the back of the house. She watched him make a left past the small kitchen and then suddenly stop at wooden door.
"Dam bastards." muttered Mayweather "He's always changing the bewitched layout of this rear section".
The door swung open and he and Hermione entered. The study was just like Hermione thought it would be like. A scaled down version of Dumbeldore's office. Hermione looked up and the rows of books on the bookcase, before allowing her eyes to fall upon the whips and other BDSM tools that were on display.
"What have you brought me this time" said a voice that made Hermione's blood turn to ice. Her head sharply turned to see the back of a dark green leather armchair.
"No" she felt herself gasp.
"Master Lucius I bring you an applicant. Hermione…."
A pale hand suddenly became visible as it's owner cut him off. Hermione eyes widened as a tall, slim figure, with long silvery grey hair rose slowly from the armchair and then turned to face her. Even with a much shallower looking face on him, Hermione recognised Lucius Malfoy.
"Well well well" he said in a long shallow tone. "Miss Hermione Jean Granger. Muggle-born employer of the Ministry of Magic. Former romantic and possibly sexual partner to Ronald Weasley" he walked around her and inhaled her sent, which made her flinch. "What brings you here?"
"I..I wish to explore my submissive side" said Hermione as she felt Lucius put his hand on her shoulder, making her jump.
"I see" said Malfoy. "and you think that after you cost me my family and my status in the magical world, you could just walk in here and submit to me?"
"She didn't know you where here Lucius" said Mayweather. "I didn't tell her that you were the Master I was bringing her to".
Malfoy nodded as he moved his hand slowly off Hermione's left shoulder, across her collar bone and finally located her left breast.
"Tell me Granger" he hissed in her air. "Did Weasley fuck you?".
"Yes" said Hermione in a terrified tone as Malfoy gently squeezed her breast.
"Up the ass?"
"No" she whimpered.
"Do you really think you can cut it as my submissive student. I mean your pretty much curled up into a ball right now. Your back is hunched and your shaking like a leaf. Do you fear me?"
"Yes" Hermione answered.
"Good. Strip".
He suddenly let go of Hermione and gave her space. He and Mayweather stood before her and watched as she got undressed.
First Hermione removed her jacket and shoes. Fear was pumping around her body as she reached under her skirt and removed her tights. She quickly undid her blouse and removed it, letting the white garment drop to the floor. This was soon followed by a matching bra. Shaking like a leaf, Hermione abandoned her attempt to undo the catch on the back of her skirt and just yanked it off her hips which resulted in her knickers coming down with the skirt. She stood before the two men completely naked, her firm perky breasts and shaven sex on full display. Her cheeks burned bright pink as Malfoy once more walked around her, evaluating her body.
"Slender frame. Shoulders are not relaxed, but that is understandable. Prime back and spine. Backside is a little on the large side" he gave her bare bum a back hand slap. "very firm buttocks. It will be like slapping a drum" he said to Hermione.
Hermione couldn't bare this humiliation. Her mind went back to the witches she had read in all them erotic books. She tried to remember if they had felt so embarrassed at being naked before a master for the first time.
"Nice long legs. Feet look well kept as is her vaginal area" Malfoy went on. "no pubic hair and a perfect camel toe shape" he brought his hand up between her legs and ran his thumb along her slit. "Are you moist yet Granger?"
Hermione could not lie. Even if she was feeling such fear at a being naked before than man she, Ron and Harry had a hand in destroying, her level of sexual arousal had increased since undressing for him. She let out a loud gasp as she felt him slid a single finger into her sex and locate her clit. He smiled a sly smile as rubbed it and watched Hermione reaction.
"Later maybe" he suddenly said removing the finger and returning his hands to her now bare breasts. "What do we have here?".
Hermione winced as he grabbed both breasts and applied pressure. His smile grew as he squeezed them and watched Hermione's face contort in pain.
"Breathe" he ordered.
Hermione tried to obey as the pressure mounted in both her breasts. Then she screamed out in such pain that both Malfoy and Mayweather jumped out of their skin.
"Bend over and spread your cheeks" said Malfoy with a snigger.
Hermione obeyed and bent over and reached back to spread her bum cheeks. She watched Malfoy walk around to stand behind her and then felt his bare finger trace a small ring around her anus.
"Clean. Small. Puckered and light brown. Why Mayweather she's perfect" he said allowing Hermione to stand up again.
Mayweather smiled and nodded. He watched as Malfoy came and stood beside him and once more the two men admired Hermione in her naked form.
"You know what?" he said. "If Miss Granger is happy to have me as her Dom. I think I will take her on".
Hermione was shivering under the gaze of the two men. Malfoy had awoken something inside her, but she couldn't really put her finger on what that something really was. But her inquisitive nature seemed to override her sensor of logic. Also the moisture she could feel between the lips of her sex was confusing her sense of reason. It had been sometime since any man had touched her in such a way to get her feeling that moist.
"Yes" said Hermione. "I am happy to serve you".
"You have much to learn before you can serve me" he said motioning to her clothes. "Get dressed. We have much paperwork to do before either of us can go home tonight".
The two men exited the room. Hermione gathered her clothes and quickly redressed. Her heart was racing and her mind a blur. She had no idea of what trials awaited her, and what a life as Lucius' submissive would really would be like.
