Draco hesitated before his and his wife's bedroom door. He was about to do something he had never done before, and he cursed himself for getting himself into this situation. He had lost a bet, and instead of him being the dom, tonight his wife was going to take charge. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Enter," he heard from inside the room.

He opened the door and his breath got stuck in his chest. His beautiful wife Hermione was wearing a shiny, black leather corset, fishnets, and thigh-high stiletto boots. She was standing with her hands on her hips in front of their bed, watching him. He immediately felt his cock start to harden at the sight. He took a step towards her, "Hermione-"

"You will not speak unless spoken to. Is that understood?" she asked, raising her brow at him.

He frowned. He wasn't sure how he felt about this role reversal.

"Yes," he mumbled.

"Yes, what?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," he gritted out.

"Good boy," she praised. His breath hitched and he could feel himself blushing. He lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

"My good boy has a praise kink, good to know," she said, smirking. Draco grumbled under his breath. She would pay for this later.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Mistress," he muttered.

"Good, that's what I thought. Now, strip," she ordered. He hesitated a second before he started to slowly undress. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. Next, he undid his belt and pulled it through the loops. He folded it in half, then snapped it in her direction so she would know what she was in for the next time they played. She looked unimpressed.

"That's two punishments you've earned. It will be a third if you continue to undress at this pace," she gestured at him.

"What are the punishments for?" he asked, trying to figure out what he had done wrong.

"The first one is for addressing me incorrectly. I instructed you to call me Mistress when we discussed this scene earlier, so you can't claim you didn't know. The second for not folding your clothes and that little performance with your belt," she explained as she counted on her fingers.

"I'm sorry Mistress," he whispered.

"Once you take your punishment everything will be forgiven, now finish undressing," she instructed.

He quickly pulled off his socks and yanked down his pants and boxers, then folded all of his clothes into a neat pile. He turned to stand before her, completely naked, hard cock up against his stomach, the tip almost reaching his naval.

"Kneel."

He gaped at her then slowly lowered himself to his knees, scowling at her.

"Hands behind your back," she said, starting to walk behind him. He slowly reached his arms back. From behind him, he heard, "incarcerous." Black ropes wrapped themselves around his wrists and ankles before tying them together. Hermione circled back in front of him and raised his chin with her finger to look at her.

"Color?" she asked him. He tugged on the ropes and found that while they were tight, they didn't cut off circulation anywhere. He wouldn't have thought this would turn him on but his cock was hard, red, and weeping.

"Green, Mistress."

"Good boy. You remember if you need me to slow down you say 'yellow', and if you need me to stop you say 'red'. Is that understood?" she questioned.

"I understand, Mistress."

"That's my good boy," she said softly, running her hand through his platinum blond hair. He shut his eyes and pushed into the caress. "Keep your eyes closed for me love, I'll be right back," she said before he felt her step away. He kept his eyes shut. He was slightly embarrassed that he liked when she called him a good boy.

He heard her footsteps move away from him momentarily before she returned. His cock was twitching, intermittently smacking back into the wet spot just under his belly button.

"I have some things I would like you to wear, if you agree. Open your eyes for me," she said gently from just in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw the items she had placed on the floor in front of him. First was a cock ring, which he knew would make it hard for him to come. There was also a bottle of lube, a blindfold, and some sort of small dildo. Then his eyes landed on the last item.

A collar.

He stared at it and expected to be repulsed since he was normally the dom in their relationship. However, his body had a different reaction. He found himself flushing in pleasure and he shivered in anticipation. He wanted it.

"Is there anything placed here that you aren't comfortable with?" she asked him, her brown eyes looking into his grey. He thought it over and decided he would try whatever she wanted and just use his safeword if he felt uncomfortable.

"No, Mistress," he said, looking up at her.

"Good boy. I'm going to get you dressed now," she said, bending down to pick up the cock ring and lube. She cleaned it with a charm before applying enough lube to slip it down to his base, then used her wand to charm it to stay in place. His cock leaked again at the feeling, the drop rolling slowly down his length.

Next, she held the collar in front of his face, eyebrows raised in question. It was wide, fur lined black leather with an O ring that would sit over his adam's apple. He nodded, and she stepped behind him to wrap the collar around his neck. She buckled it in place, then attached a short, chain leash to the ring in the front. She then placed the blindfold over his eyes. He was kneeling, tied, and blinded. His body was tingling in anticipation.

"Color?" she asked him.

"Green, Mistress," he answered her shakily.

He heard her walk away from him and then it was silent other than his heavy breathing. He was fidgeting in the ropes and straining his ears, trying to figure out where she was. He eventually calmed and settled into the sensation. His breathing evened out and his mind quieted down.

He gasped when he felt a tickling sensation run down his left upper arm. "Mistress?"

Suddenly he felt her hand grip his chin, her thumb in his mouth holding down his tongue.

"I believe I told you to keep your mouth shut unless spoken to, did I not? All this misbehavior makes me wonder if you want to be punished. I guess since you don't know how to be quiet, I'll have to make you," she sighed. She kept her thumb in his mouth while shuffling around. Her thumb disappeared and he let out a "mmnph" as she pushed her soaked thong into his mouth.

"Good boy, hold those for me," she purred, running her thumb over his bottom lip where he had begun to drool.

He hung his head and waited for what she would do next. The chain from his collar clinked when it hit the ground.

"You are making a mess, love. Look at this big, leaking dick," she said as she wrapped her hand around him and spread his precum around the head with her palm. He groaned through her panties, abdominal muscles cleaning and eyebrow furrowed. Everything seemed more intense since he couldn't see, and his mouth and nose were filled with the taste and scent of her. "Now be a good boy and be silent." He heard her stand up again, then the ticking sensation returned.

It felt like a feather and his body broke out in goosebumps as she ran it down his chest, over his nipples, and down the middle of his torso. His balls contracted as the feather ran over them before running up and down the inside of his thighs. He was moaning as she tickled his sensitive perineum and hole.

"Eeeeze" he groaned through his gag.

"What was that love?" she asked, removing her soaked panties from his mouth.

"Please, Mistress," he begged, licking his lips and turning his head to where he thought her voice came from. She tugged on the leash and the collar tightened slightly.

"Again, talking without permission. I guess I'll just have to find something else for you to do with your mouth," she said, stepping towards him. She gripped his chin again and turned his head to face forward.

"Open."

He opened his mouth and the ropes strained as she pulled his leash until his mouth was up against her pussy. He nuzzled his nose into her trimmed curls for a moment before he pushed his tongue through her folds and found her clit immediately. She moaned above him as he lapped at her.

"That's my good boy, you lick me so well," she said huskily, guiding his head with one hand in his hair. Her other hand was still keeping him pulled forward by his collar. He groaned into her cunt at her praise, making her shudder.

"That's it, just like that. Make me come all over your face." He licked her harder and faster, pushing forward to fuck his tongue into her entrance.

Her legs started to shake and her muscles clenched. The fingers in his hair tightened as she cried out his name, her release coating his lips and chin. He leaned back on his heels again and waited for her to come back down, pleased with himself.

Moments later her thumb was collecting her come from his face. She stuck her tongue into his mouth, and he sucked her clean.

"Good boy, you did so well," she praised him again.

"Thank you for letting me lick you, Mistress," he said softly.

"You're welcome, love. But I'm afraid it's time for your punishment." He stiffened as he felt the tails of his soft leather flogger trail up his chest and over his shoulder. "I'm going to untie your ankles from your wrists, and I want you to bend over the end of the bed for me."

He stood up and shuffled forward once he was able to, then bent forward when he felt the front of his thighs hit the end of the bed. His cock rubbed against the bedspread, and he began to rock his hips gently, seeking out some friction. He stilled at once as the flogger snapped down across his back. He grunted at the sting, but the pain quickly morphed into pleasure.

"Did I give you permission to rut on the bed? Are you that desperate, pet?" she asked him, running her hand up and down his spine to sooth him.

"No, you didn't, I'm sorry Mistress," he said, trying to glimpse her over his shoulder. "Please," he breathed.

"Please what, pet?" she said, now kneading his buttocks, occasionally spreading his cheeks.

"Please touch me, Mistress," he gasped out.

She reached down and untied his ankles, tapping the insides of his legs with the silent command for him to spread his legs. He walked his legs out until they were spread wide, and his balls hung heavily between them. She reached under him and ran her hand down his cock, massaged his balls, and rubbed her fingers over his perineum. He was a moaning mess and tried to thrust into her hand.

"Patience, love. You still need to take your punishment," she pulled her hand away from him and he whined at the loss of contact.

She stepped back and swooshed the flogger through the air. He sucked in a breath at the sound.

"Count and thank me, love," she instructed before landing the first blow across his backside.

He lurched forward and expelled his breath through his teeth. "One, thank you, Mistress."

The second blow cracked over the back of his thighs. "Two, thank you, Mistress," he wheezed.

She ran her hand over some of the marks, causing him to whimper.

"Color, pet?"

"Green, Mistress. Harder please, Mistress."

"You want me to hit you harder, pet?" she asked, running her hand over his hole and balls again.

"Fuck, yes please Mistress," he pleaded.

"As you wish, darling."

With that, she began flogging him harder down his back, bottom, and thighs, with him counting and thanking her each time. By the last hit, his eyes had misted over with tears and his backside was pink.

"Eight! Thank you, Mistress! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he chanted as he squirmed on the bed.

She dropped the flogger and began running her fingers through his hair.

"You did so well, pet. All is forgiven." He nuzzled into her hand as he got his breathing under control again.

After several minutes she guided him up on the bed and positioned him on his knees with his chest on the bed and his ass in the air with his legs spread. She untied his wrists and re-tied them to the headboard. She kneeled behind him and leaned over his back and massaged his shoulders, his arms, and down his back. He groaned in pleasure as she worked the kinks out.

"Thank you, Mistress" he sighed as she finished her massage and moved off the bed. She removed the blindfold to reveal red-rimmed, glassy eyes staring back at her.

"Can you take more, love?" she asked softly.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, gazing up at her.

"Good boy," she said, leaning down to kiss him before running her nails gently down his back. A shiver ran down his spine.

She retrieved something from the floor and knelt down next to him on the bed. He turned his head to the side with his cheek on the mattress to watch her. She had the dildo from earlier, the lube, and her wand. He heard her mutter cleaning charm for the toy, then felt as she used the charm to clean and lubricate his rectum. He had used it on her plenty of times before. She dripped lube from the bottle down onto his hole, then started to work in a finger. It burned but wasn't intolerable, so he didn't use his safeword. He was nervous but he'd always secretly wanted to try this.

"You're taking my finger so well, pet. Let's see if you can take another finger. Relax and breathe," she said as she slipped in a second finger. He gasped and grunted as she worked the two fingers inside him, scissoring them and working them further into his passage. He willed himself to relax and breathe, and soon enough the burning had turned into pleasure.

Her fingers left him and he saw she was lubing up the toy. He noticed that it was slightly curved and looked more like a vibrator upon closer inspection.

"This is a prostate massager, pet. I want to see how many prostate orgasms I can milk out of you," she said as she pressed the tip of the toy against his hole. "Bear down as I push it in pet, it will slip in easier that way." He obeyed and the toy slipped in fairly easily. She kept pushing it in until it touched something that made him moan, long and low in his throat.

"And we found it!" she exclaimed happily, waving her wand to keep the toy in place. She waved her wand and suddenly the toy was vibrating against the bundle of nerves, making him pant and moan in pleasure.

"You're not to come without permission, love," she instructed, as she stood again. He nodded frantically.

"No, use your words pet. What are you not allowed to do?" she asked, gripping his chin and looking into his eyes.

"Not allowed to come without your permission, Mistress," he gasped, already feeling an orgasm pooling in his groin.

"Good boy. Now let's roll you over so you can be put to some use. She waved her wand and he floated up off the bed for a second before flipping slowly and lowering back onto the bed on his back. She climbed on the bed and swung a leg over his head so that she was straddling his face.

"Now be useful and make me come again," she ordered, lowering her clit to his mouth. He licked at it eagerly, groaning and trying to hold off coming.

"Please may I come Mistress, I'm close," he said as he pulled away and looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"Beg."

His eyes widened and he blushed pink across his cheeks.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease may I come Mistress? Please, I can't hold it," he whined.

"Come for me," she said huskily, rolling her hips over his tongue.

He let go and his thighs shook as he felt pleasure unlike anything he had felt before. He knew he had come but nothing came out of his cock. As soon as it was over the vibrations became stronger and he knew it wouldn't be long until he came again. He doubled down on his licking and scooted down a bit so he could thrust his tongue into her core, rubbing his nose along her clit as much as he could.

"Such a good, obedient boy for me. Serve me, then you have permission to come again," she told him, watching him with hooded eyes. He nodded and alternated between fucking her with his tongue and making out with her clit. It only took a few minutes before she was shaking and screaming his name above him as he exploded with another prostate orgasm. His eyes rolled back in his head and he saw stars.

"Please Mistress, I can't take anymore," he cried out, still under her.

"I think you can give me one more orgasm, pet. Don't you want to be a good boy for me?" she asked with a mock pout.

"Yes, yes Mistress, I'm sorry. I'll be so good, whatever you want" he babbled, thrusting his hips into the air. The vibrator tucked against his prostate had gotten more intense again.

She reached for her wand again and vanished the cock ring, before shuffling back and lining him up with her entrance. They both threw their heads back and moaned as her tight little cunt sank down on him.

"I'll never get used to how big you are, love. Best cock I've ever had," she murmured in with a satisfied grin on her face.

He felt himself warm all over and was thoroughly overwhelmed with all the sensations. Between the prostate stimulation, her praise and dirty talk, and her fucking him he couldn't focus and felt like he was in a daze.

"Fuck up into me, pet," she ordered as she slammed down on him. He started to buck his hips up to meet her as hard as he could. They both cried out when his tip pounded into her cervix.

"That's it love, I want you to come inside me. I know you love it when you fill me up. You may speak if you want to, love," she panted as she continued riding him, holding onto his leash.

"Wanna fill you up with my come, Mistress. Want to breed you, Mistress," he choked out, panting heavily. "Gonna shove my come into your pussy, then plug you to keep my come where it belongs."

"Yes, yes pet, fill me up and plug me. I'm close, come with me," she moaned. They slammed into each other three more times before she started to clamp down on him and scream his name. He fucked her as hard as he could before his orgasm plowed into him, thick ropes of come spurting against her cervix. As soon as his orgasm was over his world went black.

He came to an unknown time later to fingers softly running through his hair. He felt perfectly relaxed and hazy, like he was coming out of a fog.

"Are you back with me, Draco?" he heard his wife ask from next to him. He fluttered his eyes open and saw his beautiful witch lying next to him, smiling.

"Hi," he said, somewhat shyly.

"Hi," she giggled. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," he replied, stretching his arms and legs lazily.

"Here, sit up and drink some water please." He sat up to lean against the headboard as she conjured a glass and filled it with her wand. He didn't realize he was thirsty until he started to gulp it down greedily. The water helped clear his head further.

"Did I come so hard I passed out?" he asked in bewilderment.

"Yep, it seemed like you enjoyed it," she said smugly, leaning over to rest her head on his chest.

"I thought I would hate it, but I actually enjoyed myself. I don't want this to be a regular thing though. I will still be in charge most of the time," he said sternly.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, my love," she said, propping her chin on his chest to look at him.

"I love you, Hermione," he said adoringly, cupping her face with his hand.

"I love you more, Draco," she said as she leaned in for a goodnight kiss. They snuggled down under the covers and floated away in slumber, safely tucked in each other's arms.

The End.