Chapter 10
Permanent

Hermione looked around the room as she unpacked the things from her trunk. It was a fairly large room all things considered, but then it was a magical dwelling so it could be a bit bigger than was strictly allowed. Placing the gift from her parents on the bed and her schoolwork on the desk, Hermione stood back and attempted to decide what to do now that she had some time of her own.

Her week with her mother had been intense and all consuming, but that's what had been expected. Wanted, even. Hermione had asked to be trained, to be prepared, and her parents had responded by giving her and Harry a crash-course in the roles they would fit into. But it had left precious little time for some of the other things that Hermione enjoyed dearly, like reading. Reading for pleasure was certainly one the oldest pastimes she still indulged in, even if she hadn't yet figured out how to convince Harry or Ron to appreciate it as well.

I wonder if I can get Harry to spend some time reading while we're here? Hermione thought. She frowned. Master. When we're alone, it's Master. I need to get used to that when I'm not… overwhelmingly horny.

Hermione looked down at the light blue summer dress she was still wearing and sighed. The last week had been extra stressful, what with all the concern about Harry and his acceptance of this part of her, so it had been very fortunate that there had been so much extra stress relief. Now though she was having to fight the feeling that all that time had been a waste. Certainly she had gotten a great deal of her homework finished, but she was honest enough with herself to admit that she'd never been the kind of person that felt like making allowances for pampering, or indulging her own desires or pleasures that much. Just enjoying herself had always felt so unproductive. She ran her hands along her own hips, feeling the garter she was still wearing under the dress.

That's part of why I want this though, why I need this. She moved her hands up to feel the corset. It doesn't feel like I should enjoy myself this much, but I can also understand that it's normal and necessary to do so. This is the only thing that really makes me feel like enjoying myself is okay.

Hermione glanced at the other trunk in the room and decided to unpack for Harry as well since he was currently busy making them both dinner. Opening it she crinkled her nose at the disarray of items inside.

Honestly, would it be too much trouble to at least make sure the books and parchment don't get folded or crumpled?

She started to pull the items out, placing Harry's clothes in the closet and his school things near the desk with hers. Not quite sure what to do with his personal items, such as his Firebolt, she started to place them next to his side of the bed. She blushed at that.

His side of the bed… we're going to be sleeping in the same bed. I wonder if he'll want to go all the way? She could feel her stress and mania rising. I mean, I did agree to be his slave, and he did see me basically naked, at least from a distance, but still, we are a little young. Perhaps he'll want to wait? Or maybe he's just not that sexually attracted to me? She bit her lower lip. I guess… it's possible that all the sexual aspects of this are more like the chores he has to endure as part of the control? Or to give me what I want? I am almost one year older, perhaps he hasn't gone through that much of puberty yet.

Hermione started pacing.

Or what if all he wants to do is sex instead? What if I don't have time for any of my reading or school work? I agreed to be his, and that's what I want, but would I need to set a limit for that? She frowned. Alright, Hermione… calm down. One of the reasons you agreed to be Harry's slave — Master's slave — is because you do this all the time. He's a teenage boy, of course he'll want to use you sexually, just like you want to be used. But he's also still Harry… he's not going to turn into a maniac because you're wearing his collar.

Hermione stopped pacing and reached up to feel the collar, a faint smile gracing her lips. She loved the feeling of it always being there, and what it meant. She didn't have a problem with Harry wanting to actually have sex with her, if that's what he decided. Harry was… the most important person to her, and the whole reason she felt like this was a good idea was because she trusted him to not abuse her submission. He knew she cared about her grades and assignments, he knew she loved learning and reading, and he wouldn't stop her from achieving.

"Are you ready for—" Harry's voice cut short as he walked into the room, and Hermione turned to face him. She saw him looking at the bed. "Did… you unpack my things?"

"Yes Master," Hermione said with a smile.

"Hermione," Harry said with a frown, "why did you go through my things without asking?"

Hermione's eyes widened and she dropped her gaze to the floor.

"I'm sorry Master, I should have left them in your trunk."

"I'm pleased that you did it, Hermione," Harry said gently, "just not without asking."

Hermione continued looking at the floor.

Stupid! Some slave you are, can't even respect the privacy of Master's closed trunk!

"What will my punishment be?" Hermione asked softly.

"Punishment?" Harry sounded incredulous. "For doing me a favor in a mildly inconsiderate way?"

Harry watched as Hermione fidgeted, still looking at the floor. He was going to have to watch how he said things, he decided. The way he'd phrased his question had sounded more like an accusation, and with the arrangement they'd both agreed to it would make sense that Hermione would take that sort of thing badly. He wasn't really that upset about it, more surprised, but now that he considered it there was a sort of sense to her actions.

She had agreed to be his, fully. In every way that he decided he wanted. That showed she had an enormous amount of trust in him, and it also showed that he had a great deal of respect and trust for her. In that situation, if someone had a slave, why wouldn't they be granted access to all of their master's things? At least to do things like cleaning or unpacking. No, she hadn't actually done anything wrong he realized. He just hadn't adjusted to their agreement yet. But now she was thinking about this 'mistake' in the context of her being a slave and disappointing him. One thing Michael had been very clear about was that to many subs, disappointing their Dom was one of the worst experiences they could have. He needed to fix this while adding some context to their dynamic.

"Look at me, slut." Harry decided to use one of the pet names they'd discussed to help her maintain the headspace. Hermione looked up at him quickly and seemed distraught. "You won't be punished, because the mistake wasn't yours, it was mine." Her expression turned to surprise and he pressed forward. "You agreed to wear the collar, of course you would have access to my things. I just haven't adjusted yet." Harry gave her a chagrined look. "I just looked at you and reacted the way I might have at school last year. But…" Harry got a thoughtful look. "I can think of something that would prevent that."

Harry walked over to her, grabbed the hem of her dress, and gently started lifting it off her. She squeaked in surprise but quickly lifted her arms up so that Harry could finish removing the dress. He wadded it up and tossed it onto the bed, looking her up and down a few times.

"There," he said with a smile. "Definitely won't mistake this for last year now."

Hermione blushed furiously but couldn't help her smile at his words. She wanted him to look at her differently and quietly agreed that being half-naked all the time around him would definitely do that.

"Thank you… Master," she said quietly.

"Let's go eat, dinner is finished."

Harry pulled his eyes away from her body and turned to leave. Oh how desperately he wanted to sit her down and become intimately familiar with every curve on her body instead of the casual looks he had gotten so far, but they could still do that after dinner and he didn't want the food to get cold. That was another thing his lessons with Michael had taught him: when you are in control, you can afford to be patient… and if you are impatient, then you are no longer in control.

"It's nothing fancy," Harry said with a shrug as he sat down in front of his plate, "but it should be okay. I'm not great at cooking or anything but I can get by."

Hermione sat down at the other chair and began eating. There was an… awkward silence in the room, but neither of them could really figure out how to break it at first. After a few bites where the only sound was the scraping of the utensils, Harry finally spoke up.

"Isn't what you're wearing uncomfortable?"

"What?" Hermione responded to the unexpected question.

"Well, it looks like it's squeezing you pretty tightly, and the straps probably aren't very nice to sit in," he reasoned.

"Oh, um…" Hermione muttered. "It's… a bit constricting."

"You were wearing it for the, er, ceremony right?" Harry paused until he saw Hermione nod. "Would you like to change into something more comfortable?"

"Um…" Hermione wasn't sure what to say. She took another bite while she thought about her answer. The question picked at several different things that were on her mind, such as did Harry expect her to dress a certain way when they were alone? Or did he have any preferences he wanted her to stay within? It also touched at some of the things she wondered about herself. How much did she want him to look at her? Would she prefer to be mostly naked just to feel his gaze on her body?

Hermione shivered at the memory of the look he gave her during her collaring and swallowed the bite in her mouth.

"I have a few questions… I think," Hermione said softly. "Maybe we can talk about it after we finish eating?"

"Alright," Harry said agreeably. "I… well, I probably have a few questions also."

They went back to their silence, and it was still uncomfortable, but at least neither felt the need to fill that silence any longer. It wasn't long before their plates were clean, and Hermione dutifully collected their dishes and placed them in the sink.

"Come with me, then," Harry called as he began walking towards their bedroom. Their bedroom. The thought still felt special and surreal to Hermione. "Let's sit on the bed… like we did for our first conversation when Michael picked me up." Harry waited until they were both seated comfortably before starting them off. "Why don't we begin with your questions," he suggested.

"Alright," Hermione agreed, sitting a bit straighter. "Outfits like this certainly make me feel… a particular way, but they are uncomfortable to wear for long periods of time." She looked uneasy for a moment. "I… Harry — I mean, Master—"

"No," Harry said. "Just Harry for now."

"Right…" Hermione said, sounding unsure. "Harry, I understand my own experience of this better now than when you first arrived at my house, but there's still a lot of things I don't know." Harry got a faint smile at hearing her tone slip into the familiar sort of lecturing that he'd learned to expect over the years. She didn't even seem to realize there was a difference, he mused. "For instance, when you asked me if I wanted to change, I thought to myself, 'well does Harry have a way he'll instruct me to dress when we're alone?' or 'does he have boundaries for the kinds of clothes I'm allowed to wear'."

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but Hermione pressed on, looking at her hands with the scrunched up look of concentration she often got while studying.

"Then of course I had to consider that if you left it to me, would I prefer to be mostly naked so that you stared at me more often, or is that something that left to me I'd like to keep in our — I mean, the bedroom."

She stopped, her explanation apparently finished, and Harry mulled what she'd said for several seconds.

"I think," Harry started thoughtfully, "that I would very much like to know the answer to that second part." He looked directly into her eyes, holding her stare. "What we agreed to, what we both wanted—" Harry cut off as he noticed the hitch in Hermione's breath. "Yes, Hermione, I want this too." She looked away from him, a look on her face that seemed unhappy. "Hermione… look at me." She turned back to him, but she had the same expression of wistfulness. "Were you worried that I didn't actually want this? Want you?"

"Well," Hermione said speaking rapidly, a sure sign she was nervous, "I did kind of… throw you into it. And I know I'm not that pretty even if you like the way I look, and it's easy to say that I'm always yours right now, but what about five years on? And this whole thing is something you didn't even know existed until a week ago. I…" She bit her lower lip. "How do I know that I didn't convince you of this, trick you into it? How do I know that you really want this? That you want me?"

"I thought the little speech I gave when I put that collar on you explained that rather well," Harry replied a little hotly. "Hermione, please. Listen to me." He took a deep breath. "I understand why you'd have concerns like that, but… I know that because of how I've behaved in school, and through all of our adventures, you might think it would be easy to convince me that I enjoy this when I really don't, but…" Harry paused, searching for the right words.

"Hermione, I don't think you really understand just how much I learned from your father, from Michael. And I'm not just talking about being the dominant, I'm talking about how to want things, how to be my own person, how…" He wavered for a moment. "How to really truly feel. How to let myself feel." Harry's expression steeled. "I want to be your Dom, Hermione, and I want you as my sub. I want to be your Master, and I want you as my slave."

"Really?" she asked, tears starting to well in her eyes. "Me?"

"Yes, Hermione, you." He glanced down at her bare chest for a moment before looking back up. "I like looking down and seeing… er… seeing your tits, Hermione." They both blushed at the statement, though Hermione's was noticeably stronger. "But it's not because it's a girls naked chest, it's because it's your naked chest. I love that we can share something that's so personal and intimate. I've never really…" Harry stopped and thought about what he was going to say. Well, it wasn't like there was a point in hiding himself from someone in this situation.

"I've never really felt that kind of closeness or intimacy with someone Hermione, not even something close. And it's intoxicating, I can barely get enough of it. But even so it's still not something that I would share with just anyone, or that I would want from just anyone." He grinned. "It's special because it's you."

Hermione was speechless and unconsciously reached up to run her fingers over the collar. It was becoming something like a security blanket for her already.

"This isn't about what you wear," Harry said, only just realizing it himself. "This is about everything, isn't it? You want to give yourself completely, but you want to know there's someone else on the other side giving themselves completely also." Hermione was stunned at this statement. It cut to the very core of what her concerns were in a way that was incredibly insightful, and for a moment Hermione felt more naked than if she'd been wearing nothing at all.

"We're… we're still in school, Hermione, we still have a ways to go before we're ready to set out into forever on our own, you know? But… I don't want to set out into the world on my own, and I don't want to set out into it with just anyone along for the ride. I want to set out into it with you, and I promise you that even if we decide later to go our separate ways, while you are giving me yourself, I will give you myself. At least as much as I know how."

"Thank you… Harry," Hermione said softly. "I… I didn't realize how much that was bothering me until you said it." She looked down. "What were your questions?"

Harry glanced down at her chest again briefly then up to the collar, before making his way back to her face.

"I don't…" He stopped and thought. "This is going to be terribly awkward no matter how I phrase it," he muttered, almost to himself. Hermione looked at him curiously. "I was able to get more of my, er… curiosities… about the, um… female body… demonstrated by your mother." Harry winced as he finished and Hermione looked thoughtful. Her mother had mentioned that Harry used his mouth on her, right? Naturally he would have been able to inspect her closely then. "I'd very much like to, um… explore you, as well. But…" Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I guess my question is… just how many liberties would you enjoy me taking with your body? You know… physically."

That was… an interesting question Hermione realized. Would she like it if he walked up behind her and simply started having sex without any kind of notice? Well… Hermione was honest enough with herself to admit that she would at least enjoy that a little, so long as it didn't happen often enough to disrupt the rest of her life. What about if he used her to pleasure himself, but didn't let her cum? That… would be much more frustrating, but in the right context would also be enjoyable in a different way.

"I think…" Hermione started slowly, "that for me… that is part of submitting. Part of being your slave. Your, um… property." She smiled at that. "You can take whatever liberties you want. I trust you to still care about how it feels for me and how I feel about it."

"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "That isn't what I asked." He looked at her seriously. "I'm not the same hesitant person I was last week, Hermione. There are things I'm still inexperienced with and need to find my own rhythm for, but I know that I can take whatever liberties I want." Hermione felt a tingle run down her body at that statement. It was the very first moment they had been alone together that she had truly seen in him that quality of being really dominant and in control. "What I asked is what you would enjoy."

"Oh," she said quietly. "Do you mean… would I enjoy it if we… actually had sex?"

"Well… yes, I suppose."

Hermione looked down at her knees.

"Yes, Harry," she said in almost a whisper. "I would enjoy that."

"And what would you like me to do tonight?" Harry asked. "I'm just asking for your opinion, I'll make up my own mind."

Hermione thought about this for a little while. The problem was there were so many answers to this question.

"I want…" she took a deep breath and looked at him seriously. "I want you do whatever makes you feel that control."

Harry looked at her for several seconds as she continued looking at him earnestly, trying to convey the seriousness of her answer, but then Harry's face cracked and her burst out into full on laughter. Hermione was confused, and felt perhaps a little hurt.

"Sorry," Harry said, getting his laughter under control. "It's just… what you said… it made me realize that I already know more about being the dominant that you do." Hermione's eyebrows rose.

"What?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

"Hermione," he said in a tone that might be used to explain something to a child. "I don't feel in control by doing things to you. I feel in control because I know that you chose to be here."

"Oh," Hermione let out. She didn't know what else to say to that. A part of her, a foolish part she now realized, had thought that no matter what their dynamic was or how long they were doing it, she would always know more about it than Harry would.

"Now," Harry said, slipping off the bed. "Slut." Hermione perked up and her pulse quickened. "Go into the kitchen and clean our dishes from dinner. When you are finished come back into the bedroom and we will…" Harry paused. "Experience each other's bodies."

Hermione nearly flew out of the room, Harry's promise of what was to come was all the motivation she needed. Merlin, she wanted this so bad. Harry watched her scramble out of the room with a small chuckle before finally letting out a relieved sigh. That had been an awkward conversation, but he felt like they'd finally talked over the things they needed to before moving on to more physical experiences together.

He shook himself a little, trying to loosen himself up. That had been tiring… he'd learned a lot about being in control, and being dominant, and he'd even gotten some practice. But doing it where you set the tone, where you made the decisions… where it was your mistakes and your ideas… it had been nerve-wracking. The hardest part, Harry realized now, was maintaining the correct persona. Sure, he'd had practice with that, but only in front of Elizabeth, and in that situation if he dropped it there wasn't any kind of consequence.

That's the difference between a classroom and the real world, right? He pondered for a moment. I've certainly learned that same thing at Hogwarts. There's a difference between learning it and practicing it… but I've always been able to find my way when I had to.

Looking around the room Harry nodded.

Well, better set up for when she gets back.


Hermione ran over to the sink and turned on the water, anxious to get the dishes done. Even earlier tonight she'd waffled on the idea of having sex, of actually doing it, but now that she knew it was a certainty? Well now she found she wanted it more than anything. She wanted him to bend her to his will, she wanted him to make her moan, and beg, and whimper. And she wanted him to… well… to fuck her, thank you very much.

Gone were her reservations and concerns. He wanted her. He wanted this. He wasn't picking up the mantle of Master just because she wanted him to, he was doing it because he wanted to. Hermione was surprised at what a difference there was between being controlled, and being controlled because someone wanted to control you, wanted to fill that role.

She had felt shy, and exposed, and unsure before, but now she felt need, and desire, and frustration. She was so aroused she was finding it difficult to actually do the dishes.

How… how will we do it? she wondered. Everything was a mess of possibility in her head, and that possibility was only compounding the nervous energy coursing through her. She had to stop several times because her hands were unsteady, but within about ten minutes she was taking jerky steps back towards the bedroom. She felt as if her stomach might turn inside out at any moment, and when her hand finally touched the door handle, she held it and took several breaths.

This is Harry. This is Master. Everything will be okay.

She needed to open the door. She needed to get in there because she was about to drive herself into that panic that was all too familiar and the only thing that had calmed that part of her was the submission. She needed to turn the knob, push the door—

Hermione jumped backward as the door opened of its own accord and quite suddenly Harry was standing in front of her.

"Were you planning to stand there all evening, slut?" he asked her lightly. Her eyes widened and her face flushed.

"How…"

"Your collar," Harry answered, pointing to her neck. "I can tell when you're nearby."

"Oh," she said, fidgeting as they stared at each other. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I'm fairly certain that the order I gave was for you to enter the room after you finished the dishes."

Hermione jumped slightly, then moved forward quickly. When she entered the room, all she saw was that the bed was cleared of all the things that had been laid on it, and there were several sex toys displayed neatly on the covers. She turned a questioning gaze to Harry.

"These are the gifts your parents sent," Harry explained, waving his arm over the assorted items. Hermione's eyes fixed on the plug and she picked it up.

"This…" she turned it over in her hands. "This is the plug my Mistress — I mean, mother — had me wear all last week."

"Oh really?" Harry asked, his tone one of obvious interest. Hermione's eyes widened as she set the plug down, only now realizing what she'd just said.

"Um… Yes, Master."

Harry nodded and seemed to think for a few moments before turning to Hermione.

"Remove all your clothes Slut, and I'll put it back in for you."

Hermione nodded and started to remove her corset, knowing that focusing on the command would distract her from her own apprehension. As she undressed, she watched Harry pick up the plug and a bottle that was laid out with the other items. And as she watched him pour some of its liquid on the plug she realized that it was lube. Looking away so that she wouldn't be too distracted from her task, Hermione set first the corset, and then the garter and leggings to the side, standing back up naked as the day she was born.

She turned to face Harry only to find him staring at her, obviously having watched her finish undressing. Before that could really register for her, Harry spoke.

"What position were you normally in when Elizabeth inserted it?"

"I was…" Hermione stopped, realizing how difficult it might be to describe it. For the first time since she entered the room, she found her anticipation and arousal overpowering her nerves, and started her answer over. "Would you like me to show you Master?"

Harry looked at her for a few moments before slowly nodding. This position would utterly expose her to him. He would have a complete and detailed view of her cunt, ass, and tits, unlike the casual observation that they'd shared up to this point. But she could see the interest, the desire, in her Master's expression, and it stilled her panic into something more like purpose.

Just a slut… she told herself. Nothing else. No other expectations. Just a slut.

Hermione went over to the bed, laying down on her back, before pulling her knees back to her shoulders and spreading her thighs apart. Pulling the knees back curled her back, which caused both her cunt and ass to point upward making the view even more… lewd. But Hermione felt a thrill of success as she noticed Harry's eyes widen ever so slightly. That had been true, unfiltered appreciation for her body, for what he was seeing, and it sent a warm comforting feeling through her body.

She watched Harry step forward until her was right in front of her offered holes. For that's what this position truly did, it offered all of her openings for her Master to inspect and use. He reached out and touched her leg, and that first touch… it was a feeling like the magic she was so familiar with, but at the same time new and unexplored. Every bump and callous in his fingers sent signals through the fibers of her being, and for several moments Hermione simply lost herself in the feeling of his simple touch against her legs.

After a few moments though, she realized that he was moving her body slightly. Little by little changing how she was positioned. After a few corrections she understood that he was moving her into something that was more… precise. It was the same position, but each part of her was more exactly placed where it should be. After several more adjustments he stepped back and nodded.

"This is position one," he said. Instantly she felt an odd numbing sensation sweep out from the collar on her neck and flow through her body. Just as quickly as it washed over her, it was gone, but the feeling had startled her and she'd slipped out of his careful positioning slightly.

She felt wrong. Something… she wasn't how she was supposed to be. Something felt off about how her body was. Confusion consumed her for several seconds. What had just happened?

"Master?" she asked in a squeaky voice.

"Hold on," he said, reaching forward and helping her back into the correct position. As her little defects were corrected, the feeling of wrongness faded more and more, until finally it disappeared entirely. He stepped back and nodded again. "One of the features of the collar on your neck is to help you learn and maintain specific positions. I can carefully get you into exactly the right position and then tell the collar to store that under a name. In this case position one. Now, any time I instruct you to assume position one, it will give you a gentle feeling to let you know if you're out of position. The further you are from the correct position, the stronger the feeling will be."

"That's incredible!" Hermione gushed, but in her exuberance, she slipped out of position slightly, and the feeling of wrongness returned, if only a little. Responding quickly, she corrected the fault in her body and her eyes widened. "That's amazing Master. Psychologically this will train my mind extremely quickly."

Harry let out a small laugh at her enthusiasm. She may be his slave, but she was still Hermione, and Hermione would always find excitement in really excellent pieces of magic.

"Yes it will," he agreed. "Now, don't move. I'm going to take the time to properly inspect my… slave." He grinned at the last word and Hermione felt a familiar heat sweep through her, but this time it wasn't in her face. It was, in fact, much lower.

Harry leaned forward and brought his face in close. The smell was absolutely intoxicating, and Harry was anxious to see how she tasted as well, but he controlled himself and went about his visual inspection first. Patience, after all, was part of control.

Elizabeth had been right, Hermione's inner heat was pink, though it was a lighter pink than her mother's. Harry was intrigued to see that the skin around the area was much more taught than Elizabeth had been. She'd mentioned something about that, hadn't she? About how different girls had different shapes and sizes for the labia? Hermione's were rather small, and seemed much tighter. He noticed with some satisfaction that her entire cunt looked wet, meaning that she was most definitely turned on by this.

Harry flicked his eyes up and spotted her clit. It was smaller than her mother's, but that was also something to be expected. A woman's clit slowly grew over her entire life, so a younger woman's would almost always appear smaller than an older woman's. Harry glanced up at Hermione's face, realizing that his silence might be a little troubling if it went on too long.

"You're perfect," Harry said simply, speaking from the heart.

"Thank you MasterRGH!" Hermione's response was interrupted as she felt something warm and wet suddenly run along her slit sending a large and unexpected jolt of pure pleasure through her body. It took her a couple of seconds to realize what had happened. Harry had licked her.

"You taste perfect too."

Perfect. It was what Hermione was always trying to be, and here was her Master telling her that she'd succeeded. Without even really trying. It was a special kind of bliss that statement caused.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked her, jarring her out of her experience.

"What?" she asked confused. "Yes Master."

Harry nodded and looked down at her other exposed hole. Before she could anticipate it his tongue was on her body again, this time wetting her back entrance. Hermione groaned happily, closing her eyes. His tongue pulled back and a few seconds later she felt the tip of the plug press against her. Knowing what to do, Hermione relaxed the muscles to allow it to enter her easily. But it didn't. It just sat there, poking her slightly.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Harry, but he was watching the plug with an expression of intense concentration. She felt the plug push into her very slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Was he… doing this on purpose? Was he trying to tease her a bit? Harry looked up at her.

"Is that too fast?" he asked her.

"What?" she asked again. Too fast? Her mother had refused to spend more than five seconds start to finish inserting the thing, but she could still barely feel it now. "No Master."

Harry nodded and continued pushing, moving slightly quicker than before. But it was still an agonizing 45 seconds before she felt the wonderful sensation of her ass swallowing the toy completely up to the neck.

"Does it feel okay?" he asked her, jarring her out of the sensations again.

"Uh… Yes… Master."

Hermione was starting to get a little frustrated. His compassion and care for her comfort was touching, but she didn't ask him to have her as just his girlfriend, she asked him to take her as his slave. The constant questions were making it difficult for her to maintain her submissive headspace, and that was reducing her ability to enjoy the experience.

Which, to be honest, she was a little cross about. She had been looking forward to enjoying her first experience with Harry.

That's how far out of the headspace it's taken me, she realized. He's Harry… not Master.

"You can stop holding position one now," he said, and she felt the magic recede from her body at his command. Relaxing slightly, Hermione still held herself open for him, hoping that by offering such an open and willing display he might take the hint. Harry stepped back and started to undress, which drew Hermione's full attention and banished any frustrations she might have been feeling.

As he stepped out of his last piece of clothing, her eyes fixed on the hard, throbbing tool between his legs. She could see it pulse ever so slightly each time his heart beat, and that just drove her to even higher levels of arousal. It showed that, without a doubt, this was a part of Harry, and soon it would be inside her.

"Why don't we start with, er… your mouth," Harry suggested. "Does that sound alright?"

Hermione froze for a few seconds, confused about whether or not he was giving an order or asking a question that he wanted an answer to. Deciding to assume it was an order, because that's what she preferred it was, Hermione climbed down from the bed and knelt in front of him, her face only inches away. She could see more detail now, noting the little bead of clear pre-cum at the tip. Reaching forward she gently wrapped a hand around it and leaned forward to lick the bead off.

The whole thing felt very stiff, but at the same time the texture was very soft. It felt warm and… powerful in her hand, and as soon as she'd touched him she'd heard his breath catch, only to be followed by a strangled moan when she licked the tip. He was slightly smaller than the dildo her mother had used, but Hermione thought it was perfect. Just like he'd thought she was perfect.

Recalling her lessons, Hermione leaned forward and took the cock into her mouth, trying to use all the techniques that she'd been taught. The effect it had on him was quite profound, as he seemed unable to form words or to stop making shockingly sexy noises. Hermione's enthusiasm grew, and her focus narrowed to nothing except the feeling of his cock in her mouth as she endeavored to elicit as many of those sexy noises as she could. She could feel herself leaking down the side of her leg as she worked her own special kind of magic, and her being fell into that familiar zone of submission and service.

"On the bed," Harry's voice croaked from above her, pulling her out of her trance-like state. She gave his cock a final swirl of her tongue as she pulled off and laid back on the bed, opening her legs. Harry was above her in moments, and she could feel him pressing against her. He reached down to line himself up properly and she could feel the tip just enter before stopping. She whimpered in frustration. "I'll go slow."

"No," she murmured. "You don't have to go slow."

How could this be happening? He was so confident before, so in control, and now every moment he tried to be tender it only pulled her out of the moment. She hadn't spent a week shoving dildos in her cunt at a moments notice so that he could go slow!

But Harry didn't seem to pay her encouragement any mind and pushed himself in inch by agonizing inch. The more of her was filled, the more the frustration melted into ecstasy, and when he finally, finally, sheathed inside her fully, it was the most complete feeling she'd ever experienced. She took several deep breaths before realizing that he wasn't moving.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," she snapped. "Just… move. In and out."

Harry complied, and that was the moment that Hermione accepted her first time having sex wouldn't be the blissful submissive fantasy she'd always painted. There was a short period of feeling loss for a dream she'd held so dearly, but that feeling of loss was silenced when he started to pull out slowly and then push back in.

"Faster…" she grunted.

After a minute or so they had found a good rhythm and Hermione's frustrations were banished to the dark corners of her mind as pure sensation filled her entire world.

"I'm getting close…" Harry grunted. Hermione groaned.

"Can I play with my clit?" she asked. He was going to finish before her.

"What?" Harry responded, his pattern of thrusts becoming slightly disrupted. "Uh… sure."

Hermione reached down and started to work herself as quickly as she could, and rapidly she felt her own orgasm approaching.

"I'm gonna cum…" Harry warned her. Hermione redoubled her efforts but was given only one more thrust before Harry buried himself completely. She kept working her clit, hoping to bring herself over the edge, but Harry was already spurting inside her. She stopped, her frustration returning, though there was the consolation of how wonderful it was to feel Harry filling her up with his cum. She could feel the sticky liquid splattering her insides, and each pulse caused Harry's cock to twitch in the most pleasing of ways. Letting out a somewhat content and somewhat disappointed sigh, Hermione relaxed back onto the bed as he finished.

"Fuck, that was… amazing," Harry said, pulling himself out.

"Mmm," Hermione replied non-committally. "Can I play with my clit Harry? I didn't get to cum."

"Oh," Harry said, looking surprised. "Yeah, go for it."

Hermione reached down and started rubbing herself again, closing her eyes and imagining how filthy and slutty she must look with his cum leaking out of her cunt. It wasn't long before she felt herself fall over the edge and the familiar wave of pleasure pass through her. She laid there for several seconds breathing heavily. She replayed the last part in her head.

She'd called him Harry. Not Master, not Sir, but Harry. While they were actually fucking. Hermione felt a sadness pass through her as she realized that Harry hadn't even noticed it. He hadn't corrected her, he hadn't slapped her on the face or tits, he hadn't even verbally noted it. She had to say something or this would eat at her.

"Harry?"

"Yeah Hermione?"

"Umm…" She thought for a second about how to phrase it. "That was very tender and… and sweet. But… I don't understand why you didn't treat me like your sub. Like your… slave. Like I was yours."

"Uh…" Harry's brows furrowed. "Well, I figured that we have plenty of opportunity for that kind of thing, but there's only one first time. I wanted it to be special."

"Harry," she said in a strained voice. "Being yours is part of what makes it special to me. It… it broke my headspace. And it… I would have preferred being treated like the sub."

"Even for your first time?" Harry asked dubiously.

"Especially for my first time!" She closed her eyes in frustration. "I… I told you Harry. This is who I am, this is what I need and want. It's not a sometimes thing for me." She dropped her voice into a whisper, asking the question her heart was afraid to hear the answer to. "Is it a sometimes thing for you?"

"No," Harry answered quickly. "I just… I've known you for so long. And… well… actually doing it, actually treating you that way the first time we had sex? It just felt… wrong to me."

"Okay," Hermione whispered, almost as much to herself as to him. At this point Harry clearly recognized that something was very much wrong.

"Did you… not enjoy it?"

"I did," she answered. "It was enjoyable. It just… wasn't what I imagined."

Harry deflated a bit and looked around the room helplessly.

"I'm sorry Hermione," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to… do any of that."

"I know," Hermione whispered back, curling up slightly. "Can we… get under the covers? And go to sleep? I'd really like to be held right now."

Several seconds of silence passed before Harry answered.

"Yes," he said. "Let's… get some sleep. We can go over it in the morning."

In the morning. That triggered something in Hermione's mind, and suddenly she thought of a way she might truly help Harry understand how she wanted him to treat her. At least some of the time. At least when they were having sex.


Harry woke up slowly, his awareness coming back into reality in bits and pieces. He felt a bit cold. He opened his eyes and realized that he was cold because the covers weren't on him at all. With a jolt however, he also realized that there was one part of him that wasn't cold.

His eyes glanced down his body where he saw his cock, hard in the morning as it often was, halfway inside Hermione's mouth. She wasn't doing that amazing thing she did last night, she was just holding it there, keeping it wet and warm, and Harry laid back on the pillow for a few more seconds basking in the comfortable feeling. That comfortable feeling rapidly disappeared though once he was more fully awake, and he realized why he was already hard. He needed to get to the restroom.

"Hermione," he groaned. "You need to let me go so I can get to the toilet." He watched as she slowly shook her head with his cock in her mouth, as if to say no. He furrowed his brows. "No, Hermione, I really need to use the restroom."

He stared dumbfounded as his proclamation didn't have the effect he expected and Hermione simply shook her head again. Her hot, wet mouth was making it difficult for him to hold it. What was she thinking?

"Hermione!" he gasped. "If you don't get off I'm going to end up peeing in your mouth!"

At this point Harry wasn't sure exactly how he expected her to respond, but it certainly wasn't with a nod. He felt himself losing control over his bladder, but he fought it as much as he could. Frantically, he reached down to pry Hermione off of him, but her hands shot up and knocked his away. It was too late, there was no time.

I'm sorry, Hermione.

He felt himself begin to release, and once it started he knew there was no chance of stopping it. To his utter amazement and confusion however, he saw Hermione begin to gulp. Was she… was she swallowing his pee? Harry couldn't do anything but stare in fascination as his bladder emptied little by little into the girl's mouth. He couldn't help but be a little impressed in spite of the confusion and disgust he felt at how not a single drop escaped her.

Finally he felt himself finish, and with a final gulp, Hermione began to pull off his cock, giving the tip a final lick to clean up any excess. Harry stared at her as she lost that look of determination and instead wore one of shame.

"I'm sorry I didn't obey, Master," Hermione said softly, now looking down. "I wanted to show you…" She glanced up at him before looking back at the bed. "Last night you said that when it came time to actually treat me the way I wanted to be treated during sex it felt… wrong. That you had trouble with it." She paused and shifted. "I wanted to show you what it really means to me, being your slave." She looked up at him again. "I'll do that every morning, if you want. You don't have to get out of bed to use the bathroom again if you don't want to." Her gaze returned to the sheets. "I know you wanted to make me feel… special last night. But for me, Master, this is what makes me feel special. Being used by you. Being yours to use. I agreed to be your slave, and I didn't do that lightly so…" She locked eyes with him. "Please… use me like one."

Harry took in her explanation. Michael had covered many things about dominants and submissives, and some of the things she'd said were in fact things he had talked about. But Harry realized now that he hadn't quite been prepared for the reality of turning those discussions into practice, and for the first time Harry began to truly appreciate what Michael and Elizabeth had tried to do for them, had tried to accomplish.

He hadn't really understood what it meant to do this until now. He had discussed it and learned about it, but he hadn't internalized it in the way that only direct experience can really do, and last night that had made a great deal of difference. The significance of the collar he had given her, and the words they had exchanged, took on new meaning to Harry now as he began to understand the depths with which Hermione felt the things she did. It was still, as Michael had put it, a game that they were playing, but Hermione wanted to actually play that game. Not to pretend, but to actually do it. That was what she wanted to choose.

Harry started to realize that he should probably apologize for a couple of things last night, in that context. He hadn't helped maintain headspace like Michael had taught him, and he remembered what breaking the headspace had done for Elizabeth who had decades of experience. His heart clenched as he realized just how disappointing that experience must have been for Hermione. Not because he was inadequate as a lover or partner, but because he hadn't followed through on the commitment he had made to her.

But a plan began to form in Harry's mind. Now that he actually understood all of this, truly understood it and internalized it, he realized that this wasn't something he would do halfway. If this is what they would be doing, then they would do completely or not at all.

"I understand, Slut," Harry said, taking care to use a name appropriate for the headspace she must be in after performing that action. "Truly understand now. I apologize for how things went last night, and I have a special way in mind to make it up to you." Harry rolled off the bed and stood. "Get dressed, Slut. Something appropriate for going out in public. We need to go purchase something."


Hermione followed Harry down the early-morning streets of Diagon Alley silently, curious as to where they were going and wondering whether or not she had gambled correctly. Doing that to Harry was something that she knew would shock him enough to break through all the things that were in the way and make him actually understand what the collar had meant to her personally, but now she was still waiting to see how exactly he would respond. He had apologized and seemed to fully realize what she meant now, but all the same nothing had happened yet.

"We're going down Knockturn, Slut," Harry muttered. Her face bloomed as she glanced around to see if anyone was close enough to hear him, but they were relatively alone this early. She followed until they reach a rather nondescript building and continue through the doors with him. "Wait here," he ordered firmly, pointing at a spot near the door. She felt that thrill she had been seeking last night pass through her and nodded, going to stand and wait.

Harry went over to the counter and asked for something that the shopkeeper seemed reluctant to sell him, but in the end the gruff looking man took the money and handed something over to Harry. He ended up taking considerably more than it was worth, if she judged their body language correctly. Harry turned and headed back towards the door.

"Follow, we're going home," Harry said as he passed. Hermione scampered after him, making sure to stay close, and owing to their early start it was only a few minutes before they were back inside the flat they were staying in for the rest of the week. Harry set the box down on the dining room table and sighed before turning to her. "Remove your clothes."

Hermione hesitated. Here? In the dining room? Harry frowned and stepped forward. Hermione's eyes widened as she saw him reach for her chest and even though he hadn't been there, even though it had always been her mother, Hermione knew what was coming. Harry's fingers clasped around her nipple and squeezed giving it a sharp twist.

"Hesitation will be punished," they said in unison. Harry lifted his eyebrows in surprise, but she was already working at stripping the clothes off her body; within a minute she was standing in front of him completely naked.

"What you want is something I can't give if it's temporary," Harry finally spoke. "I don't know if I could stand to share something so insanely intimate with a person only for them to leave me later." He held up his hand to forestall any protests. "So, if this is what you want, we will do this. But we will not do it halfway." Harry indicated the box. "That is a magical tattoo kit. I saw it while browsing the alley with Michael while we were there last week. If we move forward, then I am going to use it to tattoo the words 'This Slave is the Property of Harry Potter' right above your cunt." Hermione's breath almost stopped at this information.

"It doesn't take any special skill to use the kit," Harry informed her. "It simply transfers any design you provide it with as a tattoo. Now before you ask, yes it is possible to remove magical tattoos, but it takes nearly a month's worth of potions to do so. If you are uncomfortable with doing this, that's fine, but like I said… I won't do this halfway."

Harry fell silent and observed Hermione. She looked… well it was difficult to guess at what she was thinking, but she didn't look angry so that was good start. He watched her think, and debate, and reason for several minutes. As the time passed he started to wonder if maybe he had once again misjudged things and gone too far, but before he could ask such a question, Hermione spoke.

"I think…" she started slowly, "that it would mean more if… if the tattoo that forever marked me as your slave was in my own handwriting."

Harry gawked at her for several seconds, once again surprised by the temerity of the wonderful girl in front of him.

"Good girl," he said softly, noticing how she immediately looked more comfortable and happy. "Open the kit and create the design, then I will apply it."

Hermione didn't waver or hesitate, she just opened the box and began completing her task. Within minutes she presented him with a design, in her own hand, labeling her his. Harry nodded and pointed at the table.

"Up here, in position one."

Hermione's body jerked and she moved rapidly to get into position, the magic of the collar clearly providing some motivation. When she was finally laying there Harry took the design, as well as the rest of the kit and began to apply it. It didn't take long, the kit nearly applied itself, and when he pulled away the words were attached to her skin in a shimmering, color shifting ink.

Harry stared at it and marveled for several seconds.

"Master?" Hermione said.

"Yes slave?"

"I said it for the collar, but I want to say it again:" She gave him a look of the deepest feeling Harry had ever seen. "I'm yours."


Author's Note: What? Don't tell me that you expect the first time of two teenagers less than 16 years old, who are also throwing the complication of BDSM on top of everything to have a mind-blowing first time.

The watersports scene in this chapter is the reason that watersports was included before. It was to set up this shift, so I hope that it worked even if it's not your thing.

And hey, maybe next chapter they get to have some actual fun together.

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