Hermione very slowly, and painfully, awoke ten hours later. It was mid‑morning. She was still laying face down on the bed, legs spread, and arms splayed out with her hands still in position where she had clutched the bed cover. Why does everything hurt? she asked herself. Without moving she took an inventory. Her bum was throbbing and that seemed to be the hot spot. After that it was: her pussy! FUUUUCK! The memory of the previous evening came flooding back to her. After her initial shock and outrage she began to recall the fantastic experience of it all. The problem for Hermione at this moment was she was conflicted about it. She loved what had happened and hated what had happened in equal measure.
Raising her head, she looked around. He was not here. The bastard! The idea that she had been the object of a one-night stand also dismayed her and amused her equally, amused in the sense that she had stepped out of character and for that she was proud. It was a perverse badge of honor to think of herself as a sex object. Rolling over she struggled to sit up and continued to take inventory of her injuries. Sitting up jolted her from a searing pain in her bum. Gently examining her breasts she judged that her nipples had not been seriously damaged and would recover. Her pussy, however, was another story. Looking down at her pussy she realized that her pubic hair, inner thighs, and abdomen were crusted with dried semen and blood. This too, surprisingly, conveyed in her a sense of pride. She had lost her virginity– and in spectacular fashion. Blood and spunk stained the bed cover beneath her as well.
It was a little difficult to stand because she could not close her legs into a normal gait. Retrieving her wand from her pants she attempted to remove the bedcover stains. She was only partially successful. Even using magic blood stains are obdurate. Forget the bedcover, she admonished herself, you need to clean yourself up. Searching around for her clothes she gathered them into the laundry bag and hung it next to the door for laundry service. The panties from yesterday were missing. Collected a trophy from your conquest, did you? But still, she smiled at the naughty thought. Before now the thought that she would be anyone's sexual conquest trophy was alien to her.
During a long hot shower her mind drifted to the memories she created yesterday. Soaping her pussy carefully she recalled his teasing with his member and then the penetration, finally the fucking. Oh, the glorious fucking! Soaping her breasts she thought of those dark hands fondling and squeezing her milky white tits. Fuck, Hermione. Don't get yourself started now.
It was only after she had exited the shower did she observe the note propped up behind the taps and leaning against the mirror. She seized it and began to read:
My precious fuck toy,
In all sincerity that was the most incredible fuck of my young life. You are amazing. I am working in the outback at one of our mining locations and will return Friday. You will join me for dinner upon my return on Friday night. I have made reservations at an exclusive restaurant. Regard this as my way of rewarding you for a singular night, an unmatched experience. I will collect you at your hotel at 6:45 PM.
Koa
P.S. You will wear a midnight blue satin dress, halter style, with a décolletage gap extending down past your navel. The back will be bare as far down as the swell of your bum, with the exception of the strings necessary to hold everything in place. Your perfect legs will be exposed as far up as your hip bone. Underwear is unnecessary. The dress will be delivered to you on Friday along with the appropriate Fuck‑Me‑Pumps and a few additional select accessories.
AS IF! YOU CONCEITED PERVERT!
She should change hotels and leave no forwarding address. She should spend the night with her parents helping them to recover another few bits and pieces of their memories. She should be anywhere, and do anything, rather than make herself available for a second tryst with this brut of a man. Still, as evidenced by this note, yesterday wasn't a one‑night stand; was it? He did admit that she was the most incredible fuck of his life, no small praise from a player with such a high body count. I wonder where he plans to take me to dinner?
ENOUGH!
She had work to do. She didn't come to Australia to get laid and her mission is very important. It was time to put that exotic sex machine out of her mind and get focused.
However, Hermione had to wait until the early evening when her mum and dad would be home after office hours at their dental practice. The unoccupied hours found her focusing again and again on the exotic man who had brought her fully over the threshold of womanhood. Merlin! I need some advice. Then she thought of Fleur. It was early morning down‑under which meant it was evening in Britain. She had at least six or seven hours at her disposal. Her connection with her hotel room was strong and disapparating and then apparating in and out would be uncomplicated. Now determined, she prepared to leave.
Apparating into the side yard at The Burrow, Hermione cautiously entered the house. Molly Weasley was the only person in the kitchen and greeted Hermione effusively, giving her a big hug.
"Missus Weasley," Hermione began.
"Molly, my dear, please call me Molly," she interrupted.
Hermione blushed but continued, "I would like to ask Fleur for some advice, erh, Molly."
"Oh, my dear, of course. But she and Bill have returned to shell cottage. Do you know the way?"
"Yes, thank you, I do. It was good to see you and I hope to return soon."
With that, Hermione took her leave and proceeded to shell cottage. Bill answered the door and with an excited shout called out, "Hermione," and embraced her with a hug. Sweeping her inside he closed the door behind them and Fleur approached with equal excitement.
"Mon Amour," cried Fleur and embraced her then kissed her all over Hermione's face and finally her lips. Pulling back she then asked, "But what are you doing 'ere?"
"I came for some advice," Hermione answered and then glanced pensively at Bill.
"But, of course, ma précieuse fille. Perhaps we can speak privately on the couch, non?"
Bill got the message and withdrew to his study upstairs.
Hermione propped herself by her arms on the seat cushions and slowly lowered bum into the seat. She maintained a strictly erect posture as well. Fleur was highly amused and shot her a knowing glance. Sitting close together on the couch Fleur broached the question, "It is about a man, is it not. I detect that you are in possession of a newly discovered confidence, non? Perhaps you recognize yourself now as a desirable woman and you have indulged in the eternal dance with a man, perhaps a dominant man (Fleur lightly touched her bum)? Is eet so?"
"Fleur, the story is complicated and may take a while in the telling. Please do not judge me. I will tell you everything, all the details. The details are important because they all contribute to my confusion right now. I need you to help me sort through my conflicted feelings, if you are able." Fleur nodded in agreement.
With that Hermione started to explain the moment she spotted Koa approaching her on the street. She left out no details as she explained his exotic look and her own befuddlement at the attraction she felt. The incident in the coffee shop when he soothed her temples and suppressed the conflict within her was an important turning point. His explanation describing his 'special gift' to be able to touch her vulnerabilities in her primitive brain was very important. Fleur nodded with a knowing smile but Hermione surged forward without affording Fleur a chance to speak. His unquenchable self‑assurance, the way he captured the keycard to the room from the desk clerk, his debonair style, undressing her with his eyes in the elevator, the seduction in her room and the expression of her passion that occurred when their lips met were all carefully described.
His muscular definition, then his dominant tone, how she felt naked for the first time in her life before a man, and before this exotic man, and then her supplication before him as she removed his shoes, then his skillful grooming of her into full submission to him, the fascination she felt over his beautiful cock and the pride she felt raising his cock to its full potential, the belt that striped her bottom and how her pussy gushed her essence at each strike, the amplification of her lust and desire with each new contact with a more active erogenous zone and her vague awareness that he was touching her in a most vulnerable part of her mind, then the overwhelming connection when his cock entered her pussy and she surrendered every remnant of her dignity and reserve to his need as he claimed her hymen and fucked her to a shattering orgasm that was both physically and emotionally all-consuming until she was rendered senseless were all described without reservation.
Finally, she described the morning after. In the morning after she was again conflicted. The discovery of his note and her eagerness over his message but then her continuing internal battle over what she should do next were explained. At the end, she gave Koa's note to Fleur and then awaited her verdict. Fleur read the note carefully more than once. Finally, she dropped the note and looked up at Hermione with a joyful expression on her face.
"Oh, but MAGNIFIQUE! I am so very proud and happy for you mon précieux Hermione. I always had hoped that you could, someday, have such a transformative experience but never had I imagined it would be an encounter of such order de grandeur. I am so happy for you, mon précieux Hermione, and proud as well."
Noticing the astonished look on Hermione's face, Fleur hastened to explain. "But of course mon précieux Hermione was fated to capture an exotic man such as this, most likely among the most exotic of men in the world. You are très intelligent, perhaps among the very most intelligent of all. Your imagination would certainly not be captured by le mediocre. Non! Such common fare does not stimulate your interest. Oui! I believe you have enjoyed a very magnifique first fuck, an experience without equal. Truly, mon cher, Fleur is deeply jealous."
"This man is a most rare trophée himself. I have heard of such powers among the most primitive of men. Certainly he is of a tribe with very ancient and very primitive roots. He possesses the same power to seduce the mind that a Veela possesses. It is interesting that he can only achieve his influence through touch. Veela's, as I believe you have witnessed at the Quiddich World Cup, only require the target to be present and maintain visual contact. Our allure is powerful over men of caractère ordinaire. Only the most confident alpha‑males can resist us. And it is only the most powerful alpha‑males are Veela's attracted to. Women are creatures of a higher order of complexity than the male, excluding the alpha‑male. And mon cher, your très intelligence marks you among the most complex and capable of women. Of course you would immediately be attracted to an exotic, primitive, and powerful alpha‑male after your sexual awakening under Ginny's tutelle. It was, I would like to believe, your fate."
"But you are en conflit by your sexual submission to his will. Is so, is it not? But that is the most merveilleuse part of your story of all. Certainly, he took advantage of you with his powers. But he could not exploit anything that was not inhabitant in you to begin with. He exposed your need to be dominated into absolute submission. It is une partie essentielle of your nature, embedded in the most primitive recesses of your primitive brain. It is a common story for strong women, and you are among the strongest. In matters d'amour, de luxure et d'intimité you crave for a man who can, as you say, sweep you off your feet, a man with présence du commandement. You have discovered an important component of your intimate character, and in the most glorious encounter possible. You must surrender all your higher orders of your intellect and submit yourself completely to the primitive beast within you to achieve complete sexual satisfaction. Only a true homme dominant can achieve this for you. Of course you were going to submit, to worship as well, and you describe his cock as an engine worthy of your devotion."
"Of course, it is a dalliance. His exotic origins and coming from the other side of the world, it is unlikely to be anything more than a dalliance. But, you should enjoy this compelling dalliance as you can. There will be others, most certainly, as you awaken to your sexual powers."
"I am curious to know if he can teach you his power. It is rumored that it can be taught but I cannot say that has ever been confirmed. Oui, you will go on this date on Friday. You will submit yourself once again to his dominance and you will enjoy another experience of a lifetime. There should be no doubt in your mind."
That was a great deal to take in for Hermione. She spent several minutes searching Fleur's eyes while she struggled to process the information. Fleur sensed her disorientation.
"You shall not need to be concerned that your submission will overtake your normal character. There are two realities: everyday reality and erotic reality. The most important lesson you must keep from this experience is that you must abandon your grip of everyday reality in matters rendez-vous sexuel. That, Hermione, is the most valuable lesson that you have learned here. Never may you forget it."
"And if there is a second lesson it is that you cannot settle for an ordinary man. He must be a mâle alpha dominant."
"Finally, you must embrace your dual nature and do not be in conflict with it."
Hermione nodded her head in acceptance. Now that they were finished Fleur prepared tea and Bill rejoined them. These were two precious people that Hermione valued as friends in her life. During tea Hermione examined Bill's scars. Now she wondered if the residual effects of the werewolf's attack might have imparted to Bill a beast mode that dominated Fleur in matters rendez-vous sexuel. And it is only the most powerful alpha‑males are Veela's attracted to. Perhaps that was the answer to a question about which everyone mused who knew them, how did he capture her devotion? The thought made Hermione feel happiness for Fleur and she wondered what it would be like to witness a rendez-vous sexuel between Bill and Fleur.
It was time for Hermione to depart and return to her mission down‑under. After tearful au revoirs Hermione apparated back into her hotel room and prepared for the evening's work.
Her mother answered the door and with the help of a confundus charm she gained entry and seated her mother in the living room. Next she lured her father in and rendered him compliant in the same way. What followed was two hours of careful counter‑charms that, by the end, succeeded in advancing them to a state where they recognized her as their daughter. This required that Hermione apply small incremental counter‑charms a little at a time. A full restoration, if successful, would take most of the summer. While they were perplexed about what had happened to them, her parents emphatically wanted to see her again tomorrow. Hermione was satisfied, it was a good start.
Her work was limited to evenings only when her parents were available, so Hermione had time on her hands. The jet lag was her easiest challenge. The greater challenge was trying to stop thinking about Koa and all that he had done to her. When she got in the elevator she remembered the elevator ride when he undressed her with his eyes. Opening the door to her hotel room reminded her how he had opened the door and gestured her into the room. Even pulling down and pulling up her panties during bathroom breaks brought to mind the trophy he had absconded with. Each libidinous thought, of course, made her pussy damp. Life was less complicated before I learned about sex.
Owning the surprising aspect of her sexuality, that she craved to be submissive to a truly dominant male, was proving difficult to own. She treasured the trysts that she had with Ginny and, especially the afterglow when they were cuddled together. Sleeping through the night with Ginny and all the other intimate moments and gestures were especially wonderful. Hermione knew she and Ginny would seek each other out again. In fact, Hermione harbored a smoldering interest in several other women. Her dreams were full of graphic images of trysts with half a dozen sexy witches, one particular Slytherin witch among them who Hermione would like to dominate with a gloating satisfaction. Hermione placed no more credence in dreams than she did in Divination so these reveries were easily dismissed as pleasant fantasies only.
What could not be dismissed so easily was the approaching end of the week. Her indecisiveness grew with each passing hour in direct proportion to a growing hunger, a raw and primitive desire that made her pussy damp and launched a thousand libidinous thoughts replaying her assignation with Koa. A dalliance, that's what Fleur had called it. Somehow thinking of it that way made it seem naughty rather than perverse. Either way it made her horny.
At breakfast the following morning, as Hermione was slowly eating her oatmeal, she was in a contemplative mood. A young Asian man sitting across had observed her since she entered the room and had also observed the care she exhibited sliding into her seat and the erect posture by which she held herself. Hermione was half finished with her oatmeal before she became aware of the male gaze that was probing her. She met his gaze without shirking. Their connection continued for several minutes as they scanned each other shamelessly. The engagement was finally interrupted as the busser circulated the room and collected plates, cups, and flatware. While he was distracted Hermione took her exit.
When Hermione awoke on Friday morning she took another inventory of her body. Her bum had recovered some but there were still two crisscross welt marks from that fucking belt. They were somewhat faded and the pain from them was now fading. Her pussy felt almost normal and her nipples and clit had largely recovered as well. What she was still unable to assess was her plan for tonight. Would she, or would she not? And, if she would not, what was her exit strategy?
Just after she had finished her morning duties there was a knock on her door. Now? That bastard came now? Opening the door she was greeted by a bellhop with a package in his arms. "Delivery for you Miss," and he handed her the package. Asking him to wait she retrieved some of the local currency she had brought with her and returned to tip him. Touching his fingers to his cap he then retreated.
There was no return address and only her name and the name of the hotel were written on the brown butcher paper wrapping. Putting the package on the bed she untied the string binding the package and tore off the butcher paper. It was a large box with the logo of Jovani embossed on the cover. Removing the lid there was the dress that he had promised inside. The midnight blue crushed velvet material was sumptuous to touch, both inside and out. Hermione lifted the garment out of the bag and held it up to her chest while she ran her hands across the fabric enjoying the sensual feel of the fabric. With the dress out of the box there were more boxes neatly arranged.
Hermione quickly stripped off her jeans and flannel shirt. She had to try this on. It was a little complicated to put on, especially the strings that crossed her back holding the form of the dress onto her body. There was a clasp that jointed the halter together behind her neck so that was helpful. After what seemed like an eternity of fumbling and struggling she smoothed the fabric down her body with her hand and stepped in front of the floor length mirror. The reflected image was not a Hermione she recognized. It was as if someone had disembodied her face and perched it atop a famous runway model. The deep décolletage down to her navel and the bare back exposed a lot of skin and the two ribbons of material that rose from her waist and covered her breasts exposed a tantalizing hint of side boob, both through her décolletage and through the side. Turning sideways to the mirror she lifted her knee and brought her foot up behind her. The front piece of the skirt fell inside her leg and exposed her leg all the way up past her hip joint. A tantalizing glimpse of her butt cheeks peeked through as well.
Now it suddenly occurred to Hermione that this was a designer dress and it was perfectly tailored to her exact body measurements. You perverse little deviant! Were you able to detect my exact measurements probing my mind with that fucking prick of yours? But her outrage did not last as she admired the reflection and began to adopt a new self‑image because of it. Checking the label it identified the designer as: Michael Lo Sordo – Australia.
He had admonished her regarding underwear, she was not to wear any. That was now glaringly obvious. She was able to easily hook the waistband of her panties through the slits at her hips and pulled them down, dropping them to the floor. Unfastening the halter behind her neck she dropped the front of the dress and removed her bra. Refastening the dress she gazed at the effect. Now Hermione recognized a sexy and desirable woman in the mirror. Now she became conscious of the full effect of the sensuous fabric as the luxurious texture of fabric caressed her breasts, stimulated her nipples, and soothed her raw bum. It was going to be difficult to keep her nipples from visibly poking under this fabric.
Opening one more of the small boxes in the bottom of the dress box she pulled out sheer bronze stockings with a three‑inch fringe of elastic lace at the top. They were self-supporting. There was also a contrasting lipstick red garter belt. Quickly rolling them up and putting them on, then opening another box, she pulled out a pair of lipstick red Louboutin pumps with four-inch heels. Fuck me pumps indeed! she thought and slipped them on. Of course they fit perfectly as well, you sick conniving little deviant!
She was now shocked at the image in the mirror. The next ten minutes were spent posing before the mirror, turning this way and that, running her hands up and down the fabric, testing how she could position the material over her boobs, grasping the falls of the skirt and testing how far she could swish it one way or another, and luxuriating in the sensual feel of the fabric against her bare skin. Hermione was becoming aroused by this image sexy image in the mirror. Her self‑image, and her self‑esteem as well, was morphing from the idea of a nerdy and studious little book‑worm to that of a very sexy and extremely objet dedésir. Sweet Merlin, girl, you're a man killer! Then she was jolted back to reality. Her hair! She had to do something with her unruly hair! Fuck Hermione! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Inspiration jogged her memory that there was a muggle beauty salon downstairs as part of this hotel. Taking all these beautiful clothes off and redressing herself in her jeans and flannel shirt she found her socks and shoes and rushed out the door. Two and a half hours later Hermione emerged having undergone a mask defoliation, manicure and pedicure that colored her nails a soft pink, and hair straightening and styling. For the past year while Hermione had cut Ron and Harry's hair but she had not allowed them to cut hers. As a result her hair had grown beyond its usual length and her bangs more so. The stylist shaped her long bangs into a low sweep across her forehead and had tamed her hair into a soft attractive mane that fell languorously onto her shoulders. Very subtle highlights had been added that enhanced her natural color. Charging the session to her room number Hermione went to the café. She hadn't had anything to eat yet today. She settled for a croissant and latté and sat at one of the small tables for her brief repast.
She had three hours before her date at 6:45 PM. It had been a busy day. As she was mulling over the possibilities of the evening and developing a plan to fend off Koa's advances, she didn't think her body could endure that kind of punishment again so soon, in walked the Asian man who spotted her at breakfast. He saw her right away and took his time to examine her, somewhat like a hungry dog regarding a bone, before proceeding to the counter to order a coffee. Remembering Fleur's statement that there would be other dalliances she wondered to herself if he was the next. Certainly he was exotic. No time for that now, Hermione! she admonished herself and wolfed down the last of her croissant before scooping up her latte and exiting the café before her Asian admirer received his drink order and decided to come talk to her.
When she arrived in her room she cleared off the bed and moved the box to the dresser. Then she hung up the dress and put the shoes and stockings in the box. She was keyed up. Pacing back and forth wasn't helpful. She was sexually aroused; her pussy was damp and her nipples were hard. Stripping off all her clothes she lay on the bed and began to fondle her tits with one hand while fingering her slit with the other. Closing her eyes her mind drifted to the memory of her encounters with Ginny. They had been so erotic and deeply intimate. As she played with her pussy her passion rose steadily, if slowly, and after fifteen minutes she arched her back and trembled through a delicious orgasm. Sated, for now, she dozed off while yearning to spoon in the afterglow with Ginny.
Hermione awoke with a start. Quickly realizing she had been sleeping unintentionally she checked the time: 6:14 PM. FUCK! Now she leapt out of bed in panic mode. It took a few minutes to put her hair back in order. Whatever they had done to her hair she now found it possible to manage it back into the stylist's original vision. Looking at her naked body in the bathroom mirror Hermione now saw, for the first time, that she had what other women wished they had and what men desired. No time for that. The dress required too much time to get into but the stockings and garter were more straightforward. Checking the garter from a side view and raising her leg slightly she thought: sexy! Putting aside the Louboutins for now she opened another of the smaller boxes. There were white gold cuff bracelets and a delicate lady's Breitling timepiece and, yes, the watch's bracelet snapped into place perfectly sized to her wrist.
There were two boxes remaining. In one was what appeared to be a leather choker. Approximately three‑quarters of an inch wide, it was made of thick but pliable leather that had been dyed midnight blue, with the interior being lined with the softest scarlet red calfskin. Small and subtle spikes were embedded down the centerline of the exterior along its entire length. What confused her was the closure. Each end was terminated in d-rings. There was also a cloth bag hanging by its draw strings from one of the d‑rings. Removing it and extracting the contents it turned out to be a small silver padlock, the body being in the shape of a heart with a small keyhole in the center. Oh, for pity's sake. Does he really expect me to wear this? Curious, though, Hermione went into the bathroom and decided to put it on just to see the effect. Fumbling a little, it was a snug fit encircling her neck, she finally looped the shackle through both d‑rings. Although she had no intention of closing it the hasp had a light action and her fumbling fingers snapped it shut unintentionally. Fuck! Searching through the little bag there was no key. Of course not, you perverse little...
Leaving the bathroom to retrieve her wand she was interrupted by the telephone. Lifting the receiver she answered, "Yes?"
"Miss, there is a gentleman who has just arrived in the lobby. He says you are expecting him."
"Yes," panic began to rise. "Please inform the gentleman that I will be down directly."
The dilemma of the choker wiped completely from her consciousness, she retrieved her Louboutins and opened the final small box. It was a bright red Louboutin clutch, matching her pumps. Scooping up her room key pass and dropping it into the clutch she finished slipping into the pumps and dashed for the door. Hermione now had to focus on balancing on those torturous spike heels as she rushed to the elevator.
From the ground floor elevator there was fifteen feet before four steps that must be ascended to the level of the front lobby floor. The steps extended across the entire width of the room, perhaps forty feet. As Hermione focused upon bending her knee and lifting her feet to climb the steps in those torturous fuck‑me pumps she caught something out of the corner of her eye. It was her Asian admirer standing against the wall to her right. His eyes probed every detail of her body as her legs flashed out the side cuts of the dress and her upper torso rotated ever so slightly and exposed her side boobs to his hungry gaze. His mouth was open as he gawked. No time for him now. There was another sixty or so feet of crowded lobby to cross to where Koa was waiting near the large revolving door. Every man in the room turned to look at her and gawked, following her every movement as she crossed the room. For the first time in her life Hermione felt sexually empowered and reveled in the male gaze.
Approaching Koa his mouth was also agape.
"Well?" she prompted.
"Oh, little Sheila, you look simply enchanting and far beyond anything I had possibly imagined."
Please with herself, for that was the first time she felt that she had exhibited any power over him, she prompted, "Shall we go?"
"Yes of course. It is my pleasure."
With that he captured her arm into his, led her through the revolving door and to the door of the waiting limousine. Oh Fuck you, you creep, she thought as she now realized she had to enter the back of this limousine without risking her public dignity due to the unique features of this designer dress. Quickly sizing up the situation she turned her back on the open door and carefully lowered her behind into the seat. The front of her dress gaped open exposing more of her breasts and as she lifted her feet into the vehicle the front of the dress fell between her legs which exposed her sexy legs encased in those sexy stockings and garter belt. A good portion of her butt cheeks were also flashed but with careful maneuvering she managed not to flash her pussy as well. Finally she settled in, Koa came in beside her. The driver closed the door, assumed his place in the driver's seat, and they were on their way.
Koa clasped her hand in both of his and she experienced a soothing calmness creep through her, relieving all the stress and tension of the past eight hours. For her part Hermione smiled a very, very self‑satisfied smile as they glided through Canberra on their way to the restaurant. It was the smile of a hot girl, who knows she's hot, and takes pleasure in the power it confers.
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