Author's Noter:
Sorry, I'm a few days late. I've been sick for the past week. Added to that, I took a nasty spill last week that has made sitting at a desk a painful experience. I currently have a huge bruise on my hip in the shape of a dong with a condom on. The hubs can't stop laughing about it. He's pretty brave considering I know where he sleeps, but he got me Dairy Queen today so he's safe for now.
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"Call me Mistress."
Harry gulped. He didn't know if he'd been so aroused in his life. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, then turned his head to kiss the boot perched atop his shoulder.
Hermione smiled down on him. "Good boy," she purred, lifting her foot from him. "Now, get over there on that bed." When the wizard started to stand, she stopped him. "No, crawl," she commanded.
He instantly obeyed both surprised and unexpectedly delighted by the order. When he reached the bed, he found a large wedge pillow atop it. "Kneel here," the witch instructed, gesturing to the tall end of the object. "Then lean over until you're lying flat atop it." Harry did as he was told.
"Are you comfortable?" she asked. "Anything cramped, straining, or anything?"
"Uh, my neck's a little cramped," he replied, his voice slightly muffled by his face being smushed into the bed.
Hermione drew her wand and adjusted the pillow. She increased the height and elongated it until Harry's back was no longer hunched over, and his face lifted from the bed. "How does that feel?"
"Much better," the wizard responded with a sigh. The woman gave him a little swat. "Much better, Mistress," he amended.
"How about your breathing? Does it feel labored or obstructed at all?" she asked.
"No, Mistress."
"Good, let me know if that changes," she concluded.
"Yes, Mistress," Harry replied with a tone that was just shy of sarcastic.
Oh, he'd pay for that, Hermione thought as she walked over to her dresser. She'd asked the wizard to pick a few items for her to use on him that night and she was eager to see what he chose. Peering down at them, she was impressed by his selection.
First lay a large round paddle encased in leather. The witched hit it against the flat of her hand causing a clap to ring out. She saw Harry jump slightly at the sound. Next lay a flogger made of 1-inch-wide soft leather strips. Hermione smiled at his leather preference and it let her know she'd chosen the right outfit for tonight. It also seemed that he liked a hard, sturdy impact. She could definitely work with that.
It was the last item that truly surprised and delighted her. She gripped the stainless-steel handle of the sensation wheel. Three spinning wheels sat side by side at the end. Each lined with short pointed spikes. When rolled over the skin, it could produce some truly exquisite sensations.
She brought the paddle with her back to the bed. "Still comfortable?" she asked again.
"Yes, Mistress," the wizard dutifully replied.
"Good," she said with a slight smirk as she gave her wand a quick flick and padded cuffs wrapped around Harry's wrists securing his hands to the wedge on either side of his head.
Hermione slid her hands over the silk clad rump before pealing his boxers down. The cloth now giving the man's testicles some added protection while locking his thighs together. Plus, it presented his ass so nicely for her.
"I'm going to start with the paddle, Harry. I'm going to warm you up and then we'll do a little exploring to find what you like. Now, if you start to feel uncomfortable or you're reaching a limit or you need a break or to stop, I want you to tell me. Use the traffic light system. We'll use the colors green, yellow, orange and red. Do you understand, Harry?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Good boy," the witch purred. "We'll start slow."
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The first impact was lighter than Harry had been expecting, as was the second. It wasn't until the third that he noticed the subtle increase of force with each subsequent strike. He soon lost himself in the rhythm that rocked him gently against the wedge, giving his cock some much needed, yet not nearly enough friction. The spark of pain with every rock was unexpectedly stimulating.
He was startled when he felt Hermione's cool hand caress his ass.
"Mmmmm…your ass is so red, Harry. Can you feel how hot it is?" she asked.
"Yeah," he mumbled. "Your hand feels cool. It's nice."
The witch smiled at his response. "I bet it does," she replied as she continued to admire her work. "Are you ready to move on to the flogger?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'd like to keep going," he answered.
"Good boy," she praised as she leaned down and pressed her lips against his ass. Harry gasped at the unexpected contact. The woman then licked and kissed her way up to his lower back, allowing her leather clad breasts to skim this abused skin. With one last nip, she straightened and retrieved the flogger.
She started with a light flick, letting the strands brush his body. Harry liked the bite of the leather. It made him feel more present, or maybe it was how Hermione used it. She would give him strong steady strokes. The force of which settled deep in his muscles and released their tension.
He didn't even try to hide the moans she pulled from him or the gasps and the cries she elicited when she'd snap her wrist back to land dozens of stinging blows over his bum.
"What color are you, Harry?" his tormenter asked.
The wizard thought for a moment, then answered, "Green, but, uh, kinda yellow."
"Thank you for being honest with me, Harry," she praised. "How about we move on to the last item you chose?"
"Yes, Mistress," the wizard quickly answered. He was enjoying the experience, but it was beginning to be a little overwhelming. Besides, he was eager to try out the last tool he picked out. Hermione had bought it on a whim, because she enjoyed it and thought he would too. Although, she hadn't really been able to describe how it felt. He'd rolled the little spikes across his arm, and it really hadn't felt like much at all. Perhaps he hadn't put enough pressure on it, he mused.
The witch caressed his ass gently then rolled the wheel over it. Harry arched his back and gasped. That was certainly unexpected, he thought. Each little spike hit his enflamed skin, sending a world of sensation condensed into one small spot. But it wasn't just one spot though, it was dozens, maybe hundreds of spots, all at once. It felt distantly like pin prick or tiny jolts of electricity that hit and then spread throughout his body.
It was shocking and arousing. It was almost too much, but at the same time not enough. The wizard was so consumed by it, the that he didn't even notice when his cuffs released. He did notice when the wedge he was propped up on suddenly disappeared. He fell to the bed and was instantly rolled over onto his back. He hissed as his bare bum hit the mattress.
Hermione climbed onto the bed, leather boots and all and straddled Harry's hips. The wizard barely had time to realize what was happening before the woman had grasped his cock, moved her knickers aside and sank onto him.
"Fuck!" Harry cried out. She was so wet. He did this to her simply by submitting. He almost came on the spot. The witch set a brutal pace. With his pants still around his hips he couldn't manage the leverage to thrust up into her. Each time she sheathed herself on him, his ass was ground into the bed painfully. Somehow it made everything feel even better.
He was still at her mercy. His hands were free though and he took full advantage. He ran his hands up the leather bodice, grasping her waist. He held her steady as she arched her back and reach down to where they were joined. She let her fingers skim his shaft as she bucked against him.
Her hand then rose slightly to reach her clit. "I'm so close, Harry," she moaned. "I want you to cum with me," she ordered breathlessly.
"Fuck," he cursed again. He certainly hoped she was very close, because he wasn't going to last long after those words.
"Oh, fuck," Hermione cried out as she chased her orgasm. She undulated her hips faster, furiously rubbing her clit. "Oh Merlin, Harry, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I, I'm….." her words were cut off as she fell over the edge.
Harry cried out with relief as he finally allowed himself his own release. Each throb of his cock, causing Hermione to moan and shutter. It felt as if it went on forever. Hermione collapsed atop him, laying her head on his shoulder.
"You were amazing," she breathed.
The wizard laughed. "My love, you did all the work. You were bloody amazing! I didn't even know I could feel like that," he replied.
Hermione smiled and kissed his chest. "Thank you, Harry. How about we do the discussion part later? I was thinking we could share a quick shower and then order supper? I'm knackered and famished," she proposed.
"Merlin, you are bloody perfect," the man responded, causing her to laugh. "That sounds like a brilliant idea, Mione," he declared before wrapping his arms around her and enjoyed their closeness for just a moment longer.
