Chapter 7
Discovery

As Harry and Michael walked to the hotel, the sun starting to hang low in the sky, Harry felt a question that had been nagging at him all day. He glanced at Michael and decided now was as good a time as any.

"Michael, you… Dom for Elizabeth, right?"

Michael didn't respond immediately, a bit surprised at the question.

"Yes, I do," he answered. "Did Hermione not cover that in your discussion with her?"

"Not exactly…" Harry said. "The only thing she said is that… she's… well, had sex with her mother."

"Ah," Michael replied. "Well, that's true. The same way that I'm training you Elizabeth has been training Hermione since the summer started. She asked us to."

"That seems… weird," Harry confessed, sure that the man would be offended.

"I can understand that," Michael replied. "I mean, strictly speaking, it is weird. Anything that is far outside of what is normal is weird by definition, right? And that is certainly far outside of what is normal."

"Yes, but, don't you and Elizabeth feel strange? About it… you know, being your daughter?"

Michael glanced at Harry.

"It's not exactly comfortable, but not really." He paused. "It ends up being like… extra intimate mother-daughter bonding time. We want to make sure that Hermione is prepared for what she wants to do, and we want to protect her in the best ways that we can. If protecting our daughter requires us to do this, we'll do it. We'll do whatever it takes to protect her."

"So," Harry followed up, "it's… compassion? And nurture?"

"Not in general," Michael answered. "I think that the vast majority of the time, incest is… not nurturing. But in this case, yes."

"And Elizabeth is the one that does it?"

"Yes, she controls and teaches Hermione how to fit into the role of the sub she wants to be."

"But how exactly?" Harry asked. "I mean, I get that Hermione wants to be controlled, but I don't have a single idea on how to control her. What I would tell her to do."

"That depends very much on what her limits are," Michael answered as they turned a corner. "Do you know what limits are?"

"Er… not specifically, no."

"Limits are like… a line that the sub doesn't want you cross. It's a particular activity or type of control that they don't want to give to their Dom."

"What are Hermione's limits?"

"I don't know," Michael answered. "She knows what a limit is, but she hasn't set any with Elizabeth so far. She hasn't backed out of any instruction she's been given."

Harry thought to the book Hermione had given him as they left her room. Supposedly it was a sort of encyclopedia of sexual activities, detailing different types of things that people sometimes do together. She'd assured him it was quite accurate. He'd have to spend this evening going through it before bed.

"Can you… give me some examples?" Harry asked. "Things that you do to Dom Elizabeth."

"Well," Michael started, "she prefers to have a Master/slave dynamic."

"A what!?" Harry was sure he'd heard wrong.

"A Master/slave dynamic," Michael repeated. "It's where the Dom behaves as if the sub is their property, a thing they own. In the case of my wife, she prefers to do that with no limits at all."

"So… she won't say no to anything?"

"Not exactly," Michael answered. "It's more like… she thinks that anything I would be willing to command her to do, she'd do. If I told her to do something that was obviously harmful, she would refuse. For instance, if I told her to go stand in the middle of traffic until a car struck her. But I would never give such an absurd order, and she knows I wouldn't, so she doesn't need to set a limit for it."

"So it's more like she trusts you," Harry deduced.

"Yes, though it's a bit more than that," Michael replied. "She certainly trusts me, but anyone who submits has to trust their Dom, that's a core requirement for a healthy Dom/sub relationship. Having a no-limits relationship is more like… she trusts that when I tell her to do something she doesn't want to do that it will be a positive thing overall in the end."

"And that's what a Master/slave dynamic is?"

"It can be, but a Master/slave dynamic speaks much more to the way in which orders are given than to what the limits are." They turned another corner and Michael continued. "We engage in something a bit more rare in this sort of lifestyle called Total Power Exchange. For instance, she's not allowed to raise her voice to me."

Harry looked over at Michael curiously.

"You mean she's not allowed to get angry at you? How does that work?"

"No, she can be angry with me, but she always has to use a tone that shows respect. She also usually calls me Master, even in everyday conversation, and I sometimes call her pet."

"That's it?" Harry asked.

"No," Michael said with a chuckle. "There's much more than that. She wants to be treated like my property, like I own her body. But if I own her body then she shouldn't be allowed to use her body without my permission." Michael glanced over and saw the look of confusion on Harry's face. "Do you own something that you value greatly?"

"My broom, a Firebolt," Harry answered immediately.

"It's yours right? So how would you feel if someone nicked it from your things and went flying with it, even if they returned it later in perfect condition?"

"I'd be upset that they took it without asking," Harry answered.

"Exactly. Elizabeth wants me to act like that, only with her body. So she has to ask permission to masturbate or have an orgasm." Michael saw Harry beginning to comprehend his point. "If her body was my property, then I would want anyone else, even her, to ask before using it for something."

"So she's like a thing you own?" Harry asked.

"You don't ever truly own people, Harry. She's still a person, the same as you and me." Michael paused. "It's like playing a game that never stops. The rules of the game are that we both act as if she really was my property, but even if the game never stops, it's still a game that she's simply choosing to play."

"I…" Harry trailed off as they turned the last corner and the hotel came into sight. "I think I understand."

"If you feel like you still don't understand tomorrow morning, please let me know Harry," Michael stopped at the door to the building and looked at Harry seriously. "No matter how much you end up enjoying being the Dom, and no matter how submissive or happy or compliant Hermione seems, you must never forget that she is a person who has value. Hermione may want to submit to you in a Master/slave dynamic with no limits, but if she does you need to be the one that decides if that's really a good thing for her. She may only think she is ready for that."

Harry nodded gravely, understanding the seriousness of this lesson.

"Now," Michael said opening the door. "I'm going to invite Elizabeth to join us tomorrow morning. She'll serve as an aid for me to demonstrate some of the things I'm going to teach you."

"Alright," Harry said, but then his brain caught up and he froze. "Wait… you mean like… with being a Dom? With the… er… sex stuff?" Michael nodded and Harry turned pale. "Naked?" Michael nodded again. Harry looked down and started whispering to himself. "I'm going to… see Hermione's mom naked?"

"Not if you don't want to," Michael said. "Remember what I said Harry, you won't be forced to do something that makes you too uncomfortable or that you don't wish to do."

Not if I don't want to? Harry thought. He's asking me if I WANT to see his wife naked? Surely this is a trick.

"Will she… er… be okay with that?"

"Remember Harry… no limits." Michael watched as Harry frowned before he let out a chuckle. "Elizabeth and I already discussed it, Harry. She agreed it was a good idea to help teach you some of the finer details about the female body and give you some actual demonstration."

"Oh…" Harry commented dumbly. "Well… okay then."

"Go on up to your room, Harry," Michael said with a smile. "Remember, the evening is yours to do with as you wish."


Harry awoke the next morning just as early as his first day in the hotel, but within moments he felt the anxiety of the previous night creep back in. He'd spent the evening going over the book that Hermione had given him, reasoning that it would be best to actually understand what sort of things were possible to do during sex before a 'live demonstration' occurred. It was the prospect of actually having to do some of these things that was making Harry anxious however. He was sure that he would do something wrong and upset either Michael or Elizabeth, or else make a fool of himself.

Harry washed and dressed to prepare for the day then simply sat on the bed. He thought about pulling out the book and reading some more, but decided that would probably just muddle things even worse at the moment. He didn't end up having to wait long however, as soon there was a knock at his door. Opening it to find Michael standing there Harry couldn't muster the ability to hide his anxiety on his face, and didn't even invite Michael in.

"Come with me Harry," Michael said. Harry followed feeling like he was in a trance and entered into another hotel room after Michael did. The inside looked much the same as Harry's room, though he'd half expected to see some of the crazy equipment the book had described, but the room had nothing more remarkable than a suitcase that sat in the corner. "I can tell that you are very nervous Harry. Would you like to explain why?"

Harry swallowed a few times, relaxing a bit once he had confirmed that Elizabeth wasn't in the room.

"I… I just have no idea what I'm doing," Harry said. Michael opened his mouth to reply but more words spilled out of Harry's mouth. "I've never seen a girl naked before, at least in person. Dean had some magazines, and Dudley has had one or two I've found before. But it's also Hermione's mom, and it's your wife, and I don't know what I'll do. What if I do it wrong? What if you get angry? What if I like it too much?"

Harry had rambled on, not thinking about what he was saying, though that last one was a thought that hadn't run through his head the night before. Michael held up his hand.

"Harry," he said, slowly and gently. "The whole reason that it's Liz and I here to help you is because it will be okay if you do something wrong. Neither of us have any expectations of you Harry. If you want, you can walk out the door right now, we won't be disappointed in you. You could spend the entire day in here with me and my wife, or you could decide you just want to watch and learn that way. You could ask questions, you could ask us not to say anything and just let you silently become familiar with her body. Today, whatever it is that you are most worried about with this, you can face it without judgment or expectation."

Harry took a few deep breaths.

"What if I go too far, and do something that neither of you appreciate? What if I don't go far enough, and make a fool of myself?"

"Today isn't about what Liz and I do with each other, Harry. It's not a competition, there's not some goal you need to reach or some barrier that you can't go past. If you want to do something or see something and you're worried it goes too far you can ask me if it's alright. I promise that no matter what you ask for, even if I tell you that it's something we shouldn't do, I won't get angry with you for asking." Michael made sure Harry was looking him in the eyes before he finished. "You can't discover what any of this might mean to you if you don't ask, Harry. Asking to learn is not something either of us would ever look down upon. Surely you can believe that given how Hermione behaves."

Harry thought about that. He hadn't considered that they had obviously raised Hermione, and that the fact they had spoke somewhat to their own dispositions. Hermione was always asking questions, even when the situation made it awkward to do so. Harry saw the sincerity in Michael's face and it reminded him of how he'd felt when they'd first arrived at the hotel and Michael had kept his word. How he had felt that unique feeling of trusting an adult well up inside him. That same feeling welled up now, calming his nerves.

He would probably never find another two adults that would so earnestly want to help him, certainly not with this topic. No matter how uncomfortable he was now, Harry suspected that the only way the feeling would be lessened would be by confronting it. It was how Harry had always dealt with his problems, diving in head first, and with a chagrin realized that wasn't going to change today.

"Thank you Michael," Harry said softly. "That helped. I'd like to try. I'd like to learn."

Michael watched Harry for a few moments before nodding.

"Alright Harry. Do you have anything you want to ask or discuss before I bring in Elizabeth?"

"What?" Harry asked, startled. "She's here?" Harry glanced around the room again but they still appeared to be alone.

"I put her in the bathroom to wait while we talked," Michael said, pointing to the closed side-door near the entrance. Harry felt an immediate embarrassment, for many reasons. That the woman was so close and this was really happening, as well as that he was making her wait.

"Sorry for making her wait," Harry muttered quickly.

"Don't worry," Michael said with a chuckle. "She will wait in there as long as I want her to."

Harry paused, then nodded slowly.

Michael talked about this yesterday, Harry thought. Their dynamic, and how limits work between them.

"Now," Michael continue. "As I said, do you have anything you want to ask or discuss before I bring her in?"

Harry thought a moment before asking.

"You explained yesterday about how the two of you deal with limits," Harry started. "How it was based on trust and mutual understanding." Michael nodded to show he was following along and Harry continued. "But I still don't really know you or Elizabeth much, and I can't see how she could have that kind of trust or understanding with me. I certainly know that I don't understand her well enough to know where her actual limits are, so… how are we… handling that?"

Michael looked at Harry with an expression that was more pleased than he had ever seen on another person's face.

"I think," Michael said, "that you are not quite as lost or out of your depth as you may think, Harry. That question shows that you really understand some of the things I told you yesterday, and it makes me very confident that you will be good at this if it is something you find you have an interest in." Michael paused and smiled at Harry. "It was such a good question in fact that it was something I was going to explain to you even if you hadn't asked, meaning that you're already thinking about some of the things you should be to be a good Dom. She has a safeword for today Harry. That word is 'mercury'. If she says that word, we will both stop whatever we are doing and free her from any kind of restraint she might be under.

"It is also possible that she won't be able to speak however. In addition to her safeword, if I ever tell you to stop, I need you to do so right away and without questions or hesitating. Do you understand?"

"Yes Michael," Harry said, feeling a bit of his nervousness return.

"If I tell you to stop, it's not because I'm angry with you Harry. If you somehow cross a line we don't want you to, it's not your fault since you didn't know where the line was. Liz has very few things that would qualify as a limit, but we both agreed that one thing should be off-limits for reasons unrelated to willingness." Michael paused to ensure Harry was paying attention. "How much you want to directly participate is up to you, and you don't have to do anything yourself. But if you choose to directly participate, we both agreed that you should not cum inside her cunt."

Harry startled badly at that, unused to hearing such language from the usually cultured man.

"That's another thing to get used to Harry," Michael said with a grin. "In sexual play, the more uncouth words are often more… exciting. My wife enjoys humiliation, though I dare say not as much as Hermione appears to. While we are here, one of the things that she will enjoy is if we are using rough or humiliating language with her. Like I've said several times, you don't have to, but I imagine it will be easier to get over that embarrassment with us than it will with Hermione or someone else."

Harry thought the man was probably right. He also thought that it didn't make the prospect any easier.

"Is there anything else, Harry?"

Instead of feeling rushed or pressured, the question put Harry a bit more at ease. He knew now, from this conversation and the ones he'd had before, that if he had more questions Michael would patiently answer them.

"No Michael."

"Very well." Michael straightened up and gave Harry one more look. "No matter what I want you to keep in mind that both Elizabeth and I are doing these things willingly and enjoying what we are doing."

Michael let the words hang for a moment then began walking towards the bathroom door. Harry stayed where he was and felt his heart begin to thump.

This is really happening, Harry thought just before Michael opened the bathroom door. Harry couldn't see into the bathroom from the angle he was at and waited as Michael stepped in. Harry heard a few things move about, then heard what sounded like some small bells, and then saw Michael step back through the bathroom door into view. Harry was confused for just a moment, until he saw the leash in Michael's hand and barely a second late Elizabeth followed Michael out crawling on all fours, completely naked except for the collar the leash was attached to.

Harry felt his face instantly heat up and looked away in reflex. Michael stopped next to him and Harry could feel the presence of Elizabeth in front of him.

"It's okay Harr—"

Elizabeth's words had drawn Harry's attention automatically and he'd looked at her face just in time to see her silenced by Michael's strong slap across her face. The strike made her stagger to the side slightly, but since she was already on all fours she was able to remain upright. As she moved, a peculiar jingle sounded and Harry's eyes, wide in surprise, automatically moved to the source seeing that there was a small bell attached to each of the woman's nipples through a piercing of some kind.

"You will not speak unless you are spoken to while we are here," Michael said firmly.

"Yes Master," she replied immediately, her head bowed.

"You know how to ask permission to speak," Michael continued.

"Yes Master," Elizabeth intoned again.

"Demonstrate for Harry how you let us know you want to say something."

Harry watched, still somewhat in shock, as Elizabeth wiggled her chest back and forth causing the small bells attached to make their melodious sounds.

"Good girl," Michael said with a pat on her head, sounding satisfied.

Harry was still stunned, but now that his eyes had already been drawn, and given the… interaction he'd just observed, his indoctrinated fear for Elizabeth's modesty couldn't overcome his curiosity any longer. He took in each part of her body slowly, though the fact that she was both facing him and on all fours obscured large parts of her body. Michael, who had apparently been watching Harry, seemed to notice at the same time Harry did.

"Cunt, move to position three."

Harry watched in a kind of surreal fascination as Elizabeth immediately leaned back so that she was sitting on her heels and spread her knees apart, placing her hands behind her back. Harry could not believe the things that he was able to see. There was not a single inch of the woman's front that wasn't casually open to inspection, and he found his eyes slowly going over each of them.

The tightness in his pants that had momentarily been shocked into the background by Elizabeth's disciplining was returning with full force, and Harry shifted a bit, uncomfortably. Perhaps he should have worn something looser, although then it would be much more obvious that he was hard.

One of the things that Harry quickly noticed was that the woman had almost no hair anywhere the he could see other than her head. He had known that hair in… other places might be something he encountered, as there had been parts of the book that had talked about that. Of course, he had suspected that to be the case before reading the book anyway, as he had some hair of his own in certain places, and a few of the pictures from the magazines he had mentioned had showed girls with some hair.

"Does…" Harry almost felt startled at hearing his own voice speak out, still somewhat adjusting to the strange circumstance, but he remembered what Michael had said only minutes ago. "Does she naturally have no hair?" Harry pointed at her center and looked at Michael.

"She gets it waxed every so often," Michael answered. "It removes the hair. Everyone eventually gets some amount of hair in that area of the body at least, and women often shave or wax their legs to keep them smooth."

"Wax?" Harry asked. "Like candle wax? How does that remove the hair?"

"No, it's a wax that melts slightly differently," Michael explained. "You melt it on to the areas where the hair is, and then you use a special strip of cloth. The wax hardens as it cools, and you pull the strip back really fast. The wax comes with the cloth, and the hair comes with the wax. It pulls all the hairs out at once."

Harry's eyes widened in horror.

"That sounds… horribly painful."

Michael gave a short laugh.

"It's definitely painful, but it's not quite as bad as you might think it is."

Harry continued his inspection and asked another question.

"Do you use wax as well Michael?"

"I have before," Michael answered.

Harry looked back up Elizabeth's body and noticed that she was actually looking up at the ceiling, showing him her full neck.

"Why is she looking at the ceiling?"

"This is a specific position I've taught her before, Harry. You remember I told her to get into position three?" Harry looked over at Michael and the man continued. "Everything about the position her body is in right now is specifically what she is supposed to be doing when in position three. She is looking up because one of the things we use this position for is attaching the collar."

Harry looked back at Elizabeth and saw that, indeed, this position made it very easy to observe and access the collar that was around the woman's throat.

"Can I… ask her questions too?" Harry asked, uncertain.

"Of course," Michael replied. "I told her that she couldn't speak unless spoken to. If you ask her a question, she will answer it."

"Can I give her… a direction?"

Michael smiled at Harry.

"As I told you, you can participate as much as you are comfortable." Michael turned and looked at Elizabeth. "Cunt, unless I tell you otherwise you will follow any direction Harry gives you."

"Yes Master," she said automatically. The voice startled Harry slightly, and he realized a part of him had forgotten that she had heard all of his conversation with Michael so far.

I see what Michael was saying, Harry thought. About being treated like property, and the danger of forgetting that someone is a person. It took me only a few minutes to forget that she could even hear me when she was… obeying in that way.

Harry didn't quite know how he felt about that, or what he thought it meant about him.

"Er… Mrs. Granger, lower your head please."

Elizabeth lowered her head to look straight forward without any hesitation, but she seemed to have a small frown on her face. Harry glanced over at Michael, but the older man was also frowning, although his frown seemed to be directed at Elizabeth.

He looked back at the woman and her face was neutral again, though still looking straight forward.

"Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked softly, uncertainty in his voice.

There was a moment of silence before Michael answered.

"You mean her frown?" Michael replied. Harry turned to the man and nodded slowly, feeling more and more sure that he'd messed something up. "Why don't you ask her?"

Harry turned and faced Elizabeth.

"Mrs. Granger… why did you… frown?"

"I'm sorry to have bothered or worried you Harry, you didn't do anything wrong," Elizabeth started immediately. "I'm just… much more used to be called slut, or cunt, or whore in this setting than Mrs. Granger. I'm also more used to being given a firm order, rather than a please and thank you. There is nothing wrong with what you did or said though, if that is how you'd prefer to do it, I just didn't expect it."

Harry glanced at Michael, half expecting to witness another slap across the face, but the older man was instead looking amused. When he noticed Harry's expectant look, he quirked his eyebrow.

"What is it, Harry?"

"I… uh… I don't know, I guess I thought you might… slap her again for doing something wrong."

Michael paused and looked thoughtful for a second.

"Did she do something wrong?" Michael asked. Harry looked unsure, so Michael elaborated. "It's not a test Harry, I'm asking your opinion."

"No," Harry answered, thinking how to explain for a few moments. "It was a very small reaction, and she said that she was very used to something different. I know when something I'm used to is suddenly different, I get at least a small frown. I guess… the only reason that we're even talking about it is because of how nervous I am."

"I'll let you in on something Harry," Michael said. "When we came out and Elizabeth spoke out of turn and I slapped her, that was something we both planned ahead. She is far too well trained and obedient to make that kind of slip up, and when we are engaging in this sort of play, she is well aware of the rules including when she is allowed to speak.

"We figured that no matter what I said, you would still be nervous at the start, and that something like that might shock you out of your nervousness. It would also give you an example of setting rules and discipline, though both the rules and the forms of discipline are things that we have discussed previously."

Harry stared at the man for a moment then let out a short laugh.

"It definitely got me over my nervousness quickly."

Harry and Michael's attention was captured by a small jingle, and Harry's eyes widened as they were uncontrollably drawn to the utterly hypnotizing sway of Elizabeth's breasts. Harry stared and the room was silent.

"Harry?" Michael prodded. Harry jerked his eyes away and looked at the man.

"Yes?"

A few more seconds passed.

"She just asked if she could be allowed to say something," Michael continued. "Are you going to let her?"

Harry's face flushed as he realized that they'd both been waiting for him to let her speak while he'd been staring at her breasts. He looked down.

"Go ahead, Mrs. Granger," Harry muttered.

"Harry, why don't you try giving me the order you did before, only this time you can be more rough and commanding. Then you can compare how you feel about both and decide which you prefer."

Harry looked up and saw that Elizabeth was now looking at the ceiling again, before turning to Michael for some kind of confirmation.

"If you feel up to it," Michael said to the unasked question. "You don't have to of course, but it will probably be difficult to know if you are alright with using more crude language if you never try."

Harry looked back at Elizabeth and tried to think of what he would say. He focused, thinking over everything that he had seen, and heard, and discussed, and felt so far. The feeling he got when he was firm with Hermione before, the way Michael talked to Elizabeth. Harry thought about exerting his will, the same way that some magic required. That feeling of being unbendable and firm and resolute. Harry kept building that feeling inside him, his eyes narrowing and his confidence focusing. He became less aware of Michael standing next to him, and when he felt that feeling, that need to express his will upon reality that Transfiguration required of you, his voice snapped out in a very different tone than he was used to.

"Cunt! Eyes forward!"

Harry's eyes widened as Elizabeth's face snapped down. He even saw a shadow of a smile on her face, and a great feeling well up inside him that was something like accomplishment mixed with pleasure. He knew that she had enjoyed that more. He didn't know how he knew, but he was certain it was true. And knowing that she had enjoyed it sent a thrill through him that he hadn't felt before when he had asked politely. It certainly wasn't something he was used to… but now, Harry wanted to get used to it.

"Open your mouth," Harry said firmly, still riding that focus and feeling. The reaction was immediate, and Harry knew for the first time, really knew, that he wanted to do this. He wanted to share this kind of activity with someone who appreciate the other side of it, and there wasn't anyone he would rather have that be than Hermione.

No matter what he felt about his own ability or confidence, he would work at it and commit himself to the things Michael was teaching him, because he wanted to be the reason that same small smile flitted across Hermione's features. He wanted her breath to hitch because he took control of her the way it had at her door.

Harry looked back at Michael for a moment who was smiling at him, then turned his attention to Elizabeth once more. He felt completely at ease now. They really did want to help him, and they really did want to teach him. They weren't judging him, they were supporting him, which he couldn't recall any adult ever doing for him in his life before. They allowed him to be embarrassed without calling attention to it, but they also made sure he knew that there was nothing to be embarrassed about with them.

"Shake your chest," Harry said, trying to conquer what remained of his embarrassment with Gryffindor boldness. Elizabeth did so immediately and he watched her chest sway back and forth without apology for several moments, transfixed by the beauty of her curves in motion. Michael let out a genuine, good natured laugh, and Harry couldn't help the goofy grin that spread across his face.

Harry's eyes glanced up at Elizabeth's face, her mouth still open. She looked ridiculous in a way, but he saw the hint of red on her cheeks and realized what Michael had been talking about before. About how Elizabeth got off on being humiliated, and how it made her feel. She liked that Harry was making her look ridiculous right now, and she liked that Michael was laughing at her for it.

Harry couldn't help himself, hearing Michael's reaction was infectious, and a short laugh escaped him also. Her chest had finally come back to rest.

"Tongue out," Harry told her. "Shake it again."

She did without any hesitation, and looked even more ridiculous this time. Harry couldn't contain his humor and let out a deep, earnest laugh that seemed to redouble Michael's. After several moments, when the jingling had stopped and her chest was once more still, Harry spoke again in a light, happy voice.

"Go ahead and close your mouth."

Elizabeth's tongue retracted and her mouth snapped shut, the expression on her face one Harry had never really seen before on anyone. It was similar to embarrassment, but it held a certain need that Harry was unfamiliar with.

"What does the look on her face mean, Michael?" Harry asked. Michael stopped laughing and looked at her, breaking out into a more subdued chuckle before answering.

"It means that what you made her do got her horny, and she's embarrassed that it made her aroused." Michael chuckled again. "If you were to check she's probably wet right now."

"Wet?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Yes," Michael answered, his voice calming into his gentle tone of explanation. "Many women produce a slimy, slippery liquid in their cunt when they become aroused. It's a natural thing that happens because lubrication is necessary for sex to work properly." Michael motioned towards Elizabeth. "Do you want to check?"

"Er…" Harry glanced back towards Elizabeth, his eyes focusing on her enigmatic folds. "…How?"

"The easiest way is usually to check with your hands." Michael bent down and motioned for Harry to join him. Harry felt his heart race again, but this time it felt more like excitement than embarrassment. "You see here?" Michael was pointing to the bottom of her folds. "That's where the opening is, the one that's used for sex. Where the cock goes." Harry faltered slightly at the unexpected vulgarity, but then, he needed to get used to that if Michael and Elizabeth were to be believed. "Up here," Michael raised his finger near the top of the folds, "is where the clit is. It's like a giant bundle of nerves that only exists to make her feel good."

"They… I mean…" Harry fumbled for a second but focused again, his eyes not leaving the woman in front of him. "We learned all of this in the class about sex, you know? In school? But it's really different actually… seeing it…"

Michael chuckled once more.

"Yes it is," he agreed. "So, as I was saying before, while it's not the only way to tell, often when a woman is aroused it will be wet here." Michaels finger was now pointing back at her entrance. "Cunt, give us a better view," Michael said distractedly.

One of Elizabeth's hands came from behind her back and Harry watched as she used two fingers to spread her folds apart. Harry simply stared, far too fascinated to have time for embarrassment. Inside the folds it was violently pink, a color Harry though made her look injured.

"Is she okay? Is it supposed to be that color?"

"She's fine," Michael told him. "The color of this part comes in many shades. Some are more pink, some are red, and some are more dark. All of that is normal Harry."

"Which is Hermione?"

For the first time that Harry had ever seen, Michael visibly faltered, looking quite surprised and even… embarrassed by the question?

"Sorry," Harry said immediately, "I just assumed because—"

"That's alright Harry," Michael reassured, though his voice sounded like it was actually rather unpleasant for him. "I don't know the answer to that question as only Elizabeth is training her, not me." Michael looked up from their position near Elizabeth's crotch. "Cunt, answer his question."

"Pink, Master," she said.

Michael turned to Harry, still looking a little uneasy.

"Well, now we know."

Harry nodded, feeling strange at what had just happened. A part of him felt mortified that he'd caused that kind of reaction in Michael, who he was now considering a mentor and teacher, but another part of him felt comforted that even this collected man who always seemed to hold the right answer could still experience the type of insecurity and foolishness that Harry had been worried about. It made him feel better about his own reactions.

"Now," Michael said, trying to move them forward. He was pointing towards Elizabeth again and Harry focused. "You can see here that the entire inside looks very wet and shiny. That really only happens when she is definitely aroused. Sometimes the entrance can become wet even when she's not horny, but the whole area only really gets wet when it's arousal."

Harry took in as many details, fascinated by what he was seeing and learning. He decided that this part of women was much more intricate and detailed and complicated than his own equipment, but he rather liked how it seemed so… full of depth and mystery.

"Would you like to touch it?" Michael asked. Harry glanced over at the man. Yes, he did want to reach out and touch it, but that had seemed perhaps a step too far. Of course, then he thought about the one limit Michael had actually expressed before bringing Elizabeth out, and realized that they were both prepared for him to go much further if he was so inclined.

Harry reached forward, one finger pointed in front, and before he could think it through much further pressed against the pink, shiny, smooth looking skin that Michael had said was her opening. Harry's finger went about an inch inside before he realized that his finger could just keep going, and pulled back in surprise, his ears catching a short change in Elizabeth's breath.

"It's so warm," Harry said in surprise. He looked at his finger, which was now also shining. "And wet."

"Yes," Michael said. "When she gets aroused more blood travels here. With more blood comes more heat."

Harry leaned back, shifting uncomfortably. Michael leaned back and looked at Harry with a frown.

"Are you alright Harry?"

"Yeah, it's just…" Harry shifted again and comprehension dawned on Michael's face.

"Ah. Do you want to take off your clothes so that they don't get in the way anymore?"

Harry felt his uncertainty return. It was one thing to see someone else naked, but it was another thing to be naked. He knew he would have to get past that block to do what he wanted to though.

"Just… my pants for now I think," he said. He stood up and before he could change his mind, removed them leaving his bottom half covered only in his boxers. His hardness was painfully obvious with only the thin fabric covering it, but Michael seemed to pay it no mind and Elizabeth was still looking forward, so Harry forced himself to relax a bit.

"Would you like to taste her juices?" Michael asked, startling Harry.

"Er… is it… clean?"

"It's not bad for your health if that's what you're asking. As long as your partner maintains good hygiene there's not much to worry about, and Elizabeth is required to maintain good hygiene."

"Ah." Harry looked at the folds which were still being spread apart by Elizabeth's fingers. "How do I taste it?"

Harry supposed that in the proper position he could put his mouth on it directly, that was something that the book had talked about after all, but with the position that Elizabeth was in Harry didn't think there was room to get his mouth there.

"Get some on your finger and lick it off," Michael suggested simply.

Harry tentatively reached forward, once more feeling the unbelievable heat of Elizabeth's core, but this time instead of recoiling in surprise he moved his finger around slightly hoping to ensure there was enough to taste. His eyes widened in surprise as a soft noise escaped Elizabeth's mouth while his finger moved.

It's getting her off, Harry realized. I'm… masturbating for her I guess?

Harry pulled his finger out and was somewhat amused at the sigh that Elizabeth let out when he did. Focusing on his finger he brought it to his face and gave it a sniff. It was a pungent, musky odor, but definitely not unpleasant. It wasn't quite like anything else he had ever smelled before. Harry supposed the smell was closest to sweat, but it was still very different, even from that.

Harry opened his mouth, put the finger inside and swirled his tongue around it. It was tangy, and sweet, and a little… something else. Sort of metallic, but not quite. That same musk was present, but it was also a flavor he was unfamiliar with. All together it was a fairly enjoyable flavor.

He pulled out his finger and looked at it for a second before looking at Michael.

"What do you think?" the older man asked.

"Umm… pretty good…" Harry replied, not quite sure how to put it into words. Michael nodded, seeming to understand his dilemma.

"Alright, now let's familiarize you with everything else."

They spent the next hour or so with Michael instructing Elizabeth into various positions. In each of them Michael pointed out places on her body and explained little details about the variation that occurred between different people, and some of the things that you could do to that section of the body as part of your… fun. By the time they were finished Harry had well and truly shed his hesitation, and was interested in experimenting with some of the things he'd read about the previous night.

"Michael?" Harry started.

"Yes?" The man looked at Harry, unsure of what the boy wanted to ask about.

"Would… it be alright if I had her… do some things?" Harry shifted a bit. "Hermione gave me a book to go over and I was reading it last night, and well… I feel pretty comfortable now."

Michael opened his mouth as if he were about to say something before pausing and glancing at Elizabeth. Michael looked back at the boy.

"Sure Harry. I'll stay out of your way, but I'll be right here if you have any questions. You can ask her questions also."

Michael stood up and backed away, sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. Harry turned to him and furrowed his eyebrows, not sure of how to convey what he was thinking. He wanted Michael to be close by, but he also didn't exactly feel… comfortable with just being watched. After watching Harry struggle for a few seconds, Michael spoke again.

"Do you want me to look away, Harry?"

Harry looked guilty for a second, but then realized that Michael hadn't been asking in a way that sounded upset or angry, merely curious.

"Maybe… read a book or something? I just… need a few minutes to get comfortable I think."

"Of course," Michael answered, reaching onto the desk in the room and opening that morning's paper. Harry's heart raced and he turned back to Elizabeth. She was now lying flat on her back staring up at the ceiling arms by her sides and legs straight, the position they'd had her in for their final part of the anatomy lesson. Harry cast one more glance back at Michael, and seeing him still buried behind the paper, reached down to take off his boxers.

It was absolutely exhilarating and terrifying to be so exposed with other people present. Harry thought he understood just a fraction of what Elizabeth had felt exposing herself to him now, and it made him so impressed and thankful for her help that his breath shuddered for a moment.

"Cunt, spread your legs."

Her knees lifted back and apart until they were up by her shoulders and Harry marveled at the fantastic view it gave him. He leaned forward and began to inspect her once again, this time alone, like an adventurer discovering new lands that he'd heard another man tell stories about. It felt different to be looking at his own pace without someone else pointing things out.

He was incredibly grateful for the wealth of information that Michael had shared with him, but this was nice in a very different way, and he immediately appreciated the feeling of doing it on his own instead of having someone metaphorically holding his hand.

Michael gave me proper instruction, but when I asked, he let me take control, Harry realized.

They had told him what they wanted to do, what they wanted to teach him. Harry had understood the idea of teaching him about sex, and anatomy, and things like that, but he hadn't quite understood how they planned to teach him control and confidence until now. They weren't going to abandon him and make him figure it out alone, but when he asked them to they would allow him the independence he wanted. It was all the benefits of being taught without the feeling of being confined.

He had never felt so appreciative of anyone as he did Elizabeth and Michael right then.

Harry dipped his head forward, stuck out his tongue, and gave her pink folds a lick. She shuddered as soon as he touched her, and that same pleasant taste filled his mouth. Harry looked up her body to her face and saw a look of concentration.

"Make whatever noises you want," Harry said, before turning back and giving another lick. He had expected perhaps a moan, or squeak. That's what he had imagined would come out in his head, anyway. What he heard instead was something that he found simultaneously extremely arousing and startling.

"Fuuuuck," Elizabeth let out in a breathy, throaty sort of voice. "Thaaank youuu…"

Harry wasn't sure if it had been on purpose, if she had somehow known, but reflecting on it later he didn't think there was any other noise she could have made that would have made him feel more confident in what he was doing.

He lowered his mouth and began to lick in earnest and listened as Elizabeth started to emit all kinds of moans, groans, and quiet words of encouragement and thanks. After several minutes of experimentation, Harry felt like he had a good grasp of what he'd read in the book and what Michael had explained to him during the lesson. He was getting the hang of how to stimulate her clit, and what exactly it did, and even how to vary his actions to keep the sensations fresh and enjoyable, something the book had indicated was important.

He leaned back, unconsciously licking his own lips clean, and stared at her for several seconds.

"Use your hands," Harry said.

Elizabeth rolled forward into a sitting position and started to reach for his exposed and erect cock.

"No," he said, and instantly she froze. "On yourself."

She looked up at him confused for several seconds.

"Harry," Michael called out. Harry jumped, he'd almost completely forgotten the man was there. Turning to look at Michael, he saw the man was still completely hidden behind his paper. "You should punish her for hesitating to follow an order."

Harry looked back at Elizabeth and saw that she was flushed and looked frustrated with herself.

"How?" Harry asked, turning back to Michael.

"Well, you could discipline her the way I did if you want, but I understand if that's not what you want," Michael said, turning the pages on the paper. "Really, anything that you think will get the point across to her that she has broken a rule and failed in her role."

Harry turned back to Elizabeth and saw that she was looking at the floor, her features somber.

"How do you think you should be punished, cunt?" Harry asked in an almost conversational tone.

"The way I punish Hermione for hesitation," her voice coming out in almost a mumble. "Pinch my nipples hard and then give them a twist."

Harry's mind was immediately filled with visions of Hermione experiencing that, and his cock twitched involuntarily.

Dear God, I understand why this is so fucking hot now.

Harry reached forward, but paused.

"They're pierced," Harry observed. "It's it dangerous to do that?"

"It can be if you are too rough, Master," Elizabeth replied. There were a few seconds of silence as both Harry and Elizabeth blushed furiously at her automatic naming of him. "Sorry Harry."

"No…" Harry choked out. "Er…" Harry's imagination was running wild. "How about… Young Master… for the rest of the day."

"Yes, Young Master."

A few more seconds of silence passed.

"You were saying?" Harry prompted.

"It can be dangerous with the piercings in if you twist too hard, Young Master, but I suggested it because it is how Hermione expects to be punished for hesitation." Elizabeth paused again. "If you are a little gentle with me you can get a feel for what this type of punishment is like. You can twist a little harder with Hermione because she isn't pierced."

Yet.

The thought hit Harry's mind before he even realized the context of it. His eyes widened and his face reddened, but he quickly realized that neither Michael or Elizabeth were looking at him right then.

Slowly Harry reached out again and his fingers closed on either side of her nipples. Slowly he began to apply more and more force, being careful to watch Elizabeth's face, until finally she gave a nod. There was a grimace on her face, it was clearly uncomfortable, but she wasn't making any noise. He slowly began to twist ever so slightly until he saw her give another nod and released his fingers, causing the bells to jingle.

"Hesitation will be punished," Elizabeth said. "Thank you, Young Master."

She began to reach down towards her cunt, which Harry noticed was absolutely dripping wet at this point, but Harry reached forward and grabbed her wrist.

"No, tell me why you hesitated."

Elizabeth shifted before answering.

"I just… with what you were doing, and having Master sit over in the corner and look away… I had expected you to put your cock inside me." Elizabeth bowed her head. "I'm sorry Young Master, it's not my place to think."

That statement halted any thought in Harry's mind.

"What do you mean?"

"When I am fulfilling my purpose, and being useful, and this body is pleasing someone, it is my job to follow directions, not have an imagination about how it should be used." She paused. "It belongs to someone else, and they are letting you borrow it, and I was overstepping my bounds."

Harry thought for several moments, still holding her wrist.

"I'm always open to ideas and information," Harry said slowly. He focused his eyes on her face and used his other hand to lift her chin and make her look at him with a grin. "But you know how to ask for permission to speak, cunt. Try that next time."

Harry felt a thrill of victory as the much older and incredibly experienced slave in front of him responded with a full blush.

"Yes Young Master," she whispered.

"I will answer your question though," Harry said, letting go of her wrist. She looked at him confused.

"What question, Young Master?"

"Why I'm not… er… fucking you," Harry said, almost tripping over the phrase. Elizabeth nodded in understanding, waiting for him to continue. "I think I would definitely enjoy it, and Merlin knows that I really want to. Probably all those hormones they warned me about in school. But this," Harry continued, pointing at his cock, "is not something I would use on you before I get the chance to be with Hermione, no matter how much I would like to."

Harry saw a mixture of shame, and embarrassment, and happiness bloom over her face, and she ducked her head.

"Yes Young Master."

Harry sat back and pointed.

"Now cunt, lie back down and play with yourself until you cum. I'm really curious to see what it looks like."

Harry watched in fascination as she complied. He took in every stroke and motion with the curious eye of a student, sometimes leaning in close to inspect something he couldn't see from another angle. Within a few minutes, Elizabeth's voice rang out into the room.

"I'm close Young Master. Do I have permission to cum?"

Harry leaned in, only inches away, intent to get as good a view as he could. Elizabeth shuddered as she felt his breath on her, nearly falling over the edge at knowing just how close he was and how exposed to him she was.

"Yes," Harry said softly. Elizabeth gave a few final small circles and felt her orgasm begin to rip through her, but she focused as hard as she could and managed to move her hand so that Harry's view wasn't obstructed.

Harry was consumed with what he saw. Her cunt and ass both seemed to… pulse, and pucker, and he saw small muscle contractions rip through her seemingly at random. It looked almost violent in some ways, and extremely peaceful in others. After several seconds the movements stopped and he heard Elizabeth's voice again.

"Thank you for letting me cum, Young Master."

"You're welcome, cunt," he answered absently. He took several more seconds, taking in the smell and sight, before leaning back and turning towards the man in the chair who was still reading the paper.

"Michael?" Harry called out. Michael slowly lowered the paper and looked at Harry. "Thank you… for giving me that space to get comfortable. And for the instruction earlier." Harry paused, then motioned towards Elizabeth. "I have other things I read about in the book that I'd like to go over, but I think I could do with your instruction now."

Michael smiled and stood up, walking over to join Harry.

By the end of the afternoon Harry felt like a different person almost. A completely different world had been shown to him, Pandora's box was opened, and he was sure of one thing: by the end of this week, he would be ready for almost anything Hermione wanted.

Michael had been right: dominance hadn't been about controlling Elizabeth, because that wasn't hard. Elizabeth wanted to be controlled. It was about controlling himself, so that he could find the ways to satisfy her that also gave him enjoyment and satisfaction. If Elizabeth hadn't been willing, if Michael and him had to try and forcibly control her… Well, Harry was certain he wouldn't have been capable of that, and even if he had, he understood now that he would find no enjoyment in it.

It would be empty, and cold, and he would be scared the whole time of losing control of the situation. He understood now how it was different, fear and control. Learning be a Dom wasn't teaching him to enjoy those things, it was teaching him why those things could never truly be enjoyable, even if he didn't object to them morally.

Nothing he had ever experienced before could even compare to having someone willingly give that control to him, and it was the fact that the trust was given willingly that made it so satisfying. Harry wasn't scared anymore, and he wasn't embarrassed. He was excited.

Harry returned to his room when the afternoon ended and immediately pulled out the book he had shelved the previous evening. He wanted to look into some of the things he'd been too anxious to read about last night, and re-read some of the things he'd read before now that he had actual experiences to interpret the words with.

For the first time in his life, Harry sat down and truly began to study something that interested him.


AN: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. It's explicit but also clinical in some ways, so I can understand if it isn't quite as sexy as some people would like. Just please bear with me here.

This is all building towards having the right foundation for full on fun between Harry and Hermione.

Reviews are always appreciated. The next chapter will probably be a few days, I have a lot going on at work and in life.

This story is also being posted over on HPFanFicArchive (HPFFA), so it's removed here for some reason you can still read it. I'm not sure why it would be removed, as there's a TON of smut all over this site, but people have asked.