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Another different way of looking at things
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So, here it goes...
Chapter 6 – The first step
They exited the school at around eleven in the morning after finishing some of the breakfast. Harry had told her to dress inconspicuous but comfortable regardless if it would be a skirt or trousers. She was to wear underwear and put her hair in a bun. His tone was again very serious. Hermione hurried into her room to comply. She knew how important this was for him and she wanted to make him proud. She knew what would happen at Gringotts today. She would officially become his slave. But she didn't know how it would happen. What if she did something wrong? She knew Harry would tell her what to do, but her whole life she was never this unprepared for something so important. It was frustrating for her. And trying to get her hair into something that even resembled a bun was not helping.
Harry had the map with him and so they avoided anyone seeing them leaving through the west gate. He apparated them both into a brightly lit room. They stepped out of the metal circle they appeared in and he lead her, without paying attention to the numerous armed guard, down a corridor and into another room. This one was empty except for two benches and a low rail along one of the walls. Hermione was more than nervous by now. And became so even more the more Harry grew serious. What was this room for?
Harry could feel how anxious she was. "I am sure you will do just fine, Hermione."
"But I don't know/what/ to do. What if I do something wrong?"
"You will do just fine."
"Why don't you just tell me what to do, Master? Please...?" She begged in frustration.
"Because you are here to become my slave out of your own free will. Because you want to. Not because I told you. Do you understand, Hermione?"
She looked down. "Yes, Harry... I will do my best."
He put his bottomless leather satchel on one of the benches and opened it. "Good, you need to get naked now an put this on." She began to strip out of her black trousers and blue shirt immediately, happy to be able to comply. Her new white bra and panties lay on the bench seconds later. When she turned to look at him, she saw that he wore now the robe signalling his position as Head of an Ancient and Most Noble family. Two at that. Hermione just had to admire him for moment while he slid the signet rings on his index and middle finger of his left hand. He looked absolutely in control. She would have loved to kneel before him right now.
The dress she was wearing now was very plain though the material seemed expensive. It was grey and black and reached down to her ankles with slids on both sides up to her knees. Strange were the latches that hung on either side between her shoulders and breast. Next Harry handed her a plain hood from the same textile. It covered all her hair. A veil was attached with small hooks, covering her face down to her chin. It honestly looked like it's design hadn't changed since the first candidate wore it. Over 1600 years ago.
Hermione felt suddenly proud that she would be a allowed to be a part of such an old tradition. As a muggleborn she was always a little sceptical about old wizarding traditions. But this dress was worn by witches over sixteen centuries. Witches that were like her. Who had the deep desire to enslave themselves. And wore this dress to declare their intentions to become slaves. The last one did so about 90 years ago. And now she, Hermione Jane Granger was allowed to keep this ritual alive. She felt incredible honoured and grateful that Harry made her a part of that old custom. She now understood why he was so serious.
"Thank you, Harry, for letting me do this. For you and for myself"
He took her cheek in his hand like he always liked to do. "Anything for you... my love." His voice was soft. She tried to reply with her eyes what her voice seemed incapable of.
A knock on the door interrupted them. Harry features hardened again. "Follow me. Wait by the guards" with these word he lowered the veil over her face and turned to the door. They walked another empty corridor, turned a corner and came to a broad door which was flanked by two goblin guards armed with halberds twice their size. Harry turned a last time to her, his look proud, possessive, loving.
As he entered the guards crossed their weapons in font of the door and Hermione waited. She still felt proud and her anxiety became more eagerness. In some very short minutes she would be signing her enslavement contract. She could help but get wet by that thought. Her official title would be slave. Even if it would take till her fifth and last step, and she prayed that she would make it that far, until all the world would know. She would be Harry Potter's slave. It was hard to believe this dream of her was coming true.
It took nearly half an hour when the guards suddenly straightened their halberds and looked at her. Hermione knocked one time and silently entered. The room was nicely decorated and was a sign that the goblin behind the desk was indeed a person of influence. Harry stood by the side, watching her intently. She stood in the middle of the room wishing somebody would say something.
"Is your name Hermione Jane Granger, born on the 19th day of the 9thmonth in the year 1979 to Jackson and Melinda Granger?" Obviously the procession was already beginning.
A quill on the goblins desk begun scribbling on it's own. Hermione took courage and spoke in a clear voice. "Yes, I am."
"So cast the veil aside that we all shall know your face."
Hermione tried to keep her hands steady as she unhooked the thin cloth. The ritual was obviously made for larger stages. But in the moment her face was exposed she didn't know if she could have done it for example in front of the wizengamot as it was usual done. She blushed nonetheless.
"Do you, Hermione Jane Granger desire to be enslaved on your own free will in wealth, body, magic and mind to Harry James Potter, the Lord over all Potter, the Lord over all Black?"
"Yes, I do" Hermione said with pride.
"Then let the world hear your declaration."
Hermione was proud to be able to keep her voice steady. "I, Hermione Jane Granger do desire to enslave myself to Harry James Potter, the Lord over all Potter, the Lord over all Black on my own free will, in wealth, body, magic... and mind." All she could see were his green eyes.
"Let your blood be the witness forever."
She didn't understand until the goblin pointed to the quill. A blood quill. She didn't read the contract. She wanted Harry to know how much she wanted to trust him, how much she did trust him. Signing an unread magical contract with your own blood was insane... under any other circumstances. She looked into his eyes again, letting them say I am yours when signed under 'Hermione Jane Granger, Enslaved'. She didn't really notice the short pain in her hand.
"Harry James Potter you may now inspect the slave to judge her worth."
Hermione looked straight ahead as Harry walked slowly around her. She felt his eyes, felt his control over her. She was dripping by now.
Harry was voice commanded her. "Present your neck, slave." She raised her head, exposing her neck to him. As she felt the cool leather of her collar again, she sighed. She had missed it. Now she was not naked anymore. It felt tighter however, much more reminding her of it's present and it felt like something was attached to the front. She could feel what it was. A ring. A thick metal ring to attach a leash. Everybody will see the ring now. And they will know that it is a slave's collar. My slave's collar. Because that is what I am. Hermione desperately wanted to press her thighs together. To apply just a little pressure to her throbbing clit.
Harry walked around her again, giving her time to cool down a little. "Present your wrists, slave." She held out her hands palm up to her Master and looked in fascination as he closed thick metal cuff around them. The chain connecting them looked unbreakable. Hermione had never been cuffed before. When she was honest with herself, she had to admit to never really have thought about being handcuffed. She liked the reminding weight. Maybe Harry will teach me more about them.
But the cuffs made her hot. Or it was her Masters gaze upon her or feeling her collar again. Or just standing here being enslaved in a very ritualistic fashion.
"Present your chest, slave" She pushed her chest out reflexively , trying to show off as much as possible of her breast. She felt her hard nipples press against the dress and moaned. She had closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, to try and get a hold over her arousal. She didn't see Harry getting a firm grip on the two unexplained latches of her dress and pulled hard, ripping off all the material over her breast and exposing them to the cool air of the office. Apparently the dress had been made that way. It was part of the ritual...
Harry played with her breath until Hermione was barely able to stand. She moaned quietly while enduring his sweet torture, not daring to move or to open her eyes. She tried to fight down her arousal, only to have Harry push it up again. When he finally stopped her face was covered in sweat.
But it didn't stop there. He had ripped off her entire dress after that, leaving her panting with quivering legs in the middle of the goblins office. Hermione was shocked when he burned it to a pile of ash along with her hood. Apparently this was the queue for the goblin to inquire about Harry'judgement of her. She would never forget his next words.
"I accept Hermione Jane Granger as to be my slave." Happiness rushed through her as she heard that.
And after he took his time reading through the contract Harry signed it himself. He just told his slave to follow and left the office. They walked back like this to the changing room. When reaching it she just wanted to cum. She saw him wanting to do the same thing. Harry pulled her hands above her head by the handcuffs and pressed her into the wall with a brutal kiss. Hermione was so desperate by then. She begged him to make her cum. Or at least she tried. Her voice were just muffled moans in his mouth. When he broke the kiss to take a breath she hurriedly asked if she could come. After a second consideration he took mercy upon her and gave her a shattering climax with his hand.
After removing the cuffs and changing back into the clothes they came in, Harry lead her back into the school.
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That evening when the two of them had retired to Harry's bed, both of them had trouble sleeping. Upon returning from Gringotts Harry had told her while she was stripping down that she was to go to her room and move everything that was hers into his room. She finally got the chance to see her new collar in the mirror and was surprised to see it was not much different than. But upon confirming it by touch she felt a metal ring clearly. The texture however was strange. As if someone took velvet and turned it into steel. Her Master had explained to her that the outer layer of her ring consisted of intermixed silver threats and Demiguise hair. She couldn't stop touching it while she lay at Harry's feet reflecting what happened that day.
Harry's thoughts however were different. "Hermione, how do you feel after today?"
"I am happy Harry. Proud, excited. Maybe a little anxious... Like... like a dream turned into a promise into reality."
"What do you mean?"
"It's like the difference between the Hogwarts letter and seeing the great hall the first time. Before I got my letter I dreamed, I guess like most kids, to be something special. But it was only a dream. Then I got the letter and learned that I was a witch. I could do magic... or would be able to... someday. Me being special was a promise... but not really. Only after I arrived here, I realised that it was all really true." She paused. "I dreamed about being a slave for years. Then you offered to be my Master, Harry. It was wonderful, but with so little time and between all the other students I couldn't really see how it could be possible... Now, as your official slave and with the training room ready and the time turner available, it is reality. It is really true."
"You doubted that I would make it true?" Harry didn't sound angry, only slightly disappointed.
"I... I didn't doubt your determination. Or your commitment to be my master. But... I am sorry Harry, what if it wasn't enough? What if it was not possible to make me your slave... What if after a week of tasting and living in your control over me, it would just stop? Because... my dream was not worth it, not good enough. Like what if the Hogwarts letter was fake?And it was all just a dream..."
Harry was silent for a moment. "It was not easy getting this all together... but you are worth it, Hermione. Today was an important day for both of us. To show us was we can do. What we will do... I was just thinking about what kind of slave I want you to become..."
Hermione crawled up to him. "I want to be what ever you want me to be, Master."
"And what would that be, Hermione, what do I want you to be?" His voice was not doubtful but rather curious if she would know.
She hesitate for a moment."I think you want me to be happy."
"Yes... regardless of your desire to be my slave, Hermione. I always wanted you to be happy. And I always want to make sure you are. So I want to be the Master to do that to you... but not only that. I love to be your Master, Hermione. I love the feeling of control over you. I love to see how desperate you are to be my slave. How much you need me. I am so lucky you are my slave because I need you just as much... So, if Iwant to become the master that will make you happy forever, I will have to make sure to make you into the right slave for me. We have to agree on this. So, how would you not be happy as slave?"
"I don't want to be a burden to you, Harry. I am afraid you will get bored of me someday... because I want to be your slave so much that I would make myself into just a bland slave to you. No longer the Hermione you care for... that I would be boring. I don't ever want to live without feeling your control and care over me."
"Yes, I would become bored with a mindless slave. I want to know that I control Hermione Granger, my friend who still loves to go to the library to learn, who is still living a life on her own. A life she knows I can control any way I want. I want to control your life Hermione, but you have to live it. If you had no longer a will on your own there would be no longer anything to control."
"So we have to make sure I don't get too indifferent?" Hermione loved the way he talked.
"Well, as far as I know the fastest way to get bored and dull of something is to keep doing it too often, constantly. There are things I want you to get used to. And things I don't. For example concerning the humiliations and degradations I will let you endure. How enjoyable would they be if they keep happening constantly. If I kept bringing you off during meals everyday with my hand, how exciting would it be after half a year. You have gone without panties for a week, is it still as humiliating for you as it was the first day? I think it is more important for you to know that I can make you do something at any time than to do it all the time. How much would you enjoy being degraded if it would not happen surprisingly, Hermione?"
"You are right, I almost got used to be naked under my skirt or naked all the time in the suite. I... I don't want to lose the feeling of your control everytime I realise 'why'... 'because you said so'... but I don't want to stop getting wet by being embarrassed either..."
"I will always to let you feel my control over you. Like with the treacle tart. So what is more important to you. Being naked or being embarrassed?"
"The embarrassment, Harry. And the control. I never thought eating the tart would make me wet."
"Good. You have to understand that I will have to change your rules as I learn myself to be your master." His voice became commanding again. "You have to learn to trust me that I find the right training for you. So from now on you are to be dressed in the suite so you will become used to it again. You will wear the clothes a normal student would wear and present yourself before I allow you to leave for class. Should I be dissatisfied by the choice of your underwear, I will have to choose them. I want it clear to you that your clothing needs my approval and that you wear what you do because I want you to. Now go to sleep, pet."
Hermione would have liked to wish her master a good night and thank him as she crawled contently down to his feet to fall asleep.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related terms and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes a challenge to the existing copyright.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 6 – The first step
They exited the school at around eleven in the morning after finishing some of the breakfast. Harry had told her to dress inconspicuous but comfortable regardless if it would be a skirt or trousers. She was to wear underwear and put her hair in a bun. His tone was again very serious. Hermione hurried into her room to comply. She knew how important this was for him and she wanted to make him proud. She knew what would happen at Gringotts today. She would officially become his slave. But she didn't know how it would happen. What if she did something wrong? She knew Harry would tell her what to do, but her whole life she was never this unprepared for something so important. It was frustrating for her. And trying to get her hair into something that even resembled a bun was not helping.
Harry had the map with him and so they avoided anyone seeing them leaving through the west gate. He apparated them both into a brightly lit room. They stepped out of the metal circle they appeared in and he lead her, without paying attention to the numerous armed guard, down a corridor and into another room. This one was empty except for two benches and a low rail along one of the walls. Hermione was more than nervous by now. And became so even more the more Harry grew serious. What was this room for?
Harry could feel how anxious she was. "I am sure you will do just fine, Hermione."
"But I don't know/what/ to do. What if I do something wrong?"
"You will do just fine."
"Why don't you just tell me what to do, Master? Please...?" She begged in frustration.
"Because you are here to become my slave out of your own free will. Because you want to. Not because I told you. Do you understand, Hermione?"
She looked down. "Yes, Harry... I will do my best."
He put his bottomless leather satchel on one of the benches and opened it. "Good, you need to get naked now an put this on." She began to strip out of her black trousers and blue shirt immediately, happy to be able to comply. Her new white bra and panties lay on the bench seconds later. When she turned to look at him, she saw that he wore now the robe signalling his position as Head of an Ancient and Most Noble family. Two at that. Hermione just had to admire him for moment while he slid the signet rings on his index and middle finger of his left hand. He looked absolutely in control. She would have loved to kneel before him right now.
The dress she was wearing now was very plain though the material seemed expensive. It was grey and black and reached down to her ankles with slids on both sides up to her knees. Strange were the latches that hung on either side between her shoulders and breast. Next Harry handed her a plain hood from the same textile. It covered all her hair. A veil was attached with small hooks, covering her face down to her chin. It honestly looked like it's design hadn't changed since the first candidate wore it. Over 1600 years ago.
Hermione felt suddenly proud that she would be a allowed to be a part of such an old tradition. As a muggleborn she was always a little sceptical about old wizarding traditions. But this dress was worn by witches over sixteen centuries. Witches that were like her. Who had the deep desire to enslave themselves. And wore this dress to declare their intentions to become slaves. The last one did so about 90 years ago. And now she, Hermione Jane Granger was allowed to keep this ritual alive. She felt incredible honoured and grateful that Harry made her a part of that old custom. She now understood why he was so serious.
"Thank you, Harry, for letting me do this. For you and for myself"
He took her cheek in his hand like he always liked to do. "Anything for you... my love." His voice was soft. She tried to reply with her eyes what her voice seemed incapable of.
A knock on the door interrupted them. Harry features hardened again. "Follow me. Wait by the guards" with these word he lowered the veil over her face and turned to the door. They walked another empty corridor, turned a corner and came to a broad door which was flanked by two goblin guards armed with halberds twice their size. Harry turned a last time to her, his look proud, possessive, loving.
As he entered the guards crossed their weapons in font of the door and Hermione waited. She still felt proud and her anxiety became more eagerness. In some very short minutes she would be signing her enslavement contract. She could help but get wet by that thought. Her official title would be slave. Even if it would take till her fifth and last step, and she prayed that she would make it that far, until all the world would know. She would be Harry Potter's slave. It was hard to believe this dream of her was coming true.
It took nearly half an hour when the guards suddenly straightened their halberds and looked at her. Hermione knocked one time and silently entered. The room was nicely decorated and was a sign that the goblin behind the desk was indeed a person of influence. Harry stood by the side, watching her intently. She stood in the middle of the room wishing somebody would say something.
"Is your name Hermione Jane Granger, born on the 19th day of the 9thmonth in the year 1979 to Jackson and Melinda Granger?" Obviously the procession was already beginning.
A quill on the goblins desk begun scribbling on it's own. Hermione took courage and spoke in a clear voice. "Yes, I am."
"So cast the veil aside that we all shall know your face."
Hermione tried to keep her hands steady as she unhooked the thin cloth. The ritual was obviously made for larger stages. But in the moment her face was exposed she didn't know if she could have done it for example in front of the wizengamot as it was usual done. She blushed nonetheless.
"Do you, Hermione Jane Granger desire to be enslaved on your own free will in wealth, body, magic and mind to Harry James Potter, the Lord over all Potter, the Lord over all Black?"
"Yes, I do" Hermione said with pride.
"Then let the world hear your declaration."
Hermione was proud to be able to keep her voice steady. "I, Hermione Jane Granger do desire to enslave myself to Harry James Potter, the Lord over all Potter, the Lord over all Black on my own free will, in wealth, body, magic... and mind." All she could see were his green eyes.
"Let your blood be the witness forever."
She didn't understand until the goblin pointed to the quill. A blood quill. She didn't read the contract. She wanted Harry to know how much she wanted to trust him, how much she did trust him. Signing an unread magical contract with your own blood was insane... under any other circumstances. She looked into his eyes again, letting them say I am yours when signed under 'Hermione Jane Granger, Enslaved'. She didn't really notice the short pain in her hand.
"Harry James Potter you may now inspect the slave to judge her worth."
Hermione looked straight ahead as Harry walked slowly around her. She felt his eyes, felt his control over her. She was dripping by now.
Harry was voice commanded her. "Present your neck, slave." She raised her head, exposing her neck to him. As she felt the cool leather of her collar again, she sighed. She had missed it. Now she was not naked anymore. It felt tighter however, much more reminding her of it's present and it felt like something was attached to the front. She could feel what it was. A ring. A thick metal ring to attach a leash. Everybody will see the ring now. And they will know that it is a slave's collar. My slave's collar. Because that is what I am. Hermione desperately wanted to press her thighs together. To apply just a little pressure to her throbbing clit.
Harry walked around her again, giving her time to cool down a little. "Present your wrists, slave." She held out her hands palm up to her Master and looked in fascination as he closed thick metal cuff around them. The chain connecting them looked unbreakable. Hermione had never been cuffed before. When she was honest with herself, she had to admit to never really have thought about being handcuffed. She liked the reminding weight. Maybe Harry will teach me more about them.
But the cuffs made her hot. Or it was her Masters gaze upon her or feeling her collar again. Or just standing here being enslaved in a very ritualistic fashion.
"Present your chest, slave" She pushed her chest out reflexively , trying to show off as much as possible of her breast. She felt her hard nipples press against the dress and moaned. She had closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, to try and get a hold over her arousal. She didn't see Harry getting a firm grip on the two unexplained latches of her dress and pulled hard, ripping off all the material over her breast and exposing them to the cool air of the office. Apparently the dress had been made that way. It was part of the ritual...
Harry played with her breath until Hermione was barely able to stand. She moaned quietly while enduring his sweet torture, not daring to move or to open her eyes. She tried to fight down her arousal, only to have Harry push it up again. When he finally stopped her face was covered in sweat.
But it didn't stop there. He had ripped off her entire dress after that, leaving her panting with quivering legs in the middle of the goblins office. Hermione was shocked when he burned it to a pile of ash along with her hood. Apparently this was the queue for the goblin to inquire about Harry'judgement of her. She would never forget his next words.
"I accept Hermione Jane Granger as to be my slave." Happiness rushed through her as she heard that.
And after he took his time reading through the contract Harry signed it himself. He just told his slave to follow and left the office. They walked back like this to the changing room. When reaching it she just wanted to cum. She saw him wanting to do the same thing. Harry pulled her hands above her head by the handcuffs and pressed her into the wall with a brutal kiss. Hermione was so desperate by then. She begged him to make her cum. Or at least she tried. Her voice were just muffled moans in his mouth. When he broke the kiss to take a breath she hurriedly asked if she could come. After a second consideration he took mercy upon her and gave her a shattering climax with his hand.
After removing the cuffs and changing back into the clothes they came in, Harry lead her back into the school.
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That evening when the two of them had retired to Harry's bed, both of them had trouble sleeping. Upon returning from Gringotts Harry had told her while she was stripping down that she was to go to her room and move everything that was hers into his room. She finally got the chance to see her new collar in the mirror and was surprised to see it was not much different than. But upon confirming it by touch she felt a metal ring clearly. The texture however was strange. As if someone took velvet and turned it into steel. Her Master had explained to her that the outer layer of her ring consisted of intermixed silver threats and Demiguise hair. She couldn't stop touching it while she lay at Harry's feet reflecting what happened that day.
Harry's thoughts however were different. "Hermione, how do you feel after today?"
"I am happy Harry. Proud, excited. Maybe a little anxious... Like... like a dream turned into a promise into reality."
"What do you mean?"
"It's like the difference between the Hogwarts letter and seeing the great hall the first time. Before I got my letter I dreamed, I guess like most kids, to be something special. But it was only a dream. Then I got the letter and learned that I was a witch. I could do magic... or would be able to... someday. Me being special was a promise... but not really. Only after I arrived here, I realised that it was all really true." She paused. "I dreamed about being a slave for years. Then you offered to be my Master, Harry. It was wonderful, but with so little time and between all the other students I couldn't really see how it could be possible... Now, as your official slave and with the training room ready and the time turner available, it is reality. It is really true."
"You doubted that I would make it true?" Harry didn't sound angry, only slightly disappointed.
"I... I didn't doubt your determination. Or your commitment to be my master. But... I am sorry Harry, what if it wasn't enough? What if it was not possible to make me your slave... What if after a week of tasting and living in your control over me, it would just stop? Because... my dream was not worth it, not good enough. Like what if the Hogwarts letter was fake?And it was all just a dream..."
Harry was silent for a moment. "It was not easy getting this all together... but you are worth it, Hermione. Today was an important day for both of us. To show us was we can do. What we will do... I was just thinking about what kind of slave I want you to become..."
Hermione crawled up to him. "I want to be what ever you want me to be, Master."
"And what would that be, Hermione, what do I want you to be?" His voice was not doubtful but rather curious if she would know.
She hesitate for a moment."I think you want me to be happy."
"Yes... regardless of your desire to be my slave, Hermione. I always wanted you to be happy. And I always want to make sure you are. So I want to be the Master to do that to you... but not only that. I love to be your Master, Hermione. I love the feeling of control over you. I love to see how desperate you are to be my slave. How much you need me. I am so lucky you are my slave because I need you just as much... So, if Iwant to become the master that will make you happy forever, I will have to make sure to make you into the right slave for me. We have to agree on this. So, how would you not be happy as slave?"
"I don't want to be a burden to you, Harry. I am afraid you will get bored of me someday... because I want to be your slave so much that I would make myself into just a bland slave to you. No longer the Hermione you care for... that I would be boring. I don't ever want to live without feeling your control and care over me."
"Yes, I would become bored with a mindless slave. I want to know that I control Hermione Granger, my friend who still loves to go to the library to learn, who is still living a life on her own. A life she knows I can control any way I want. I want to control your life Hermione, but you have to live it. If you had no longer a will on your own there would be no longer anything to control."
"So we have to make sure I don't get too indifferent?" Hermione loved the way he talked.
"Well, as far as I know the fastest way to get bored and dull of something is to keep doing it too often, constantly. There are things I want you to get used to. And things I don't. For example concerning the humiliations and degradations I will let you endure. How enjoyable would they be if they keep happening constantly. If I kept bringing you off during meals everyday with my hand, how exciting would it be after half a year. You have gone without panties for a week, is it still as humiliating for you as it was the first day? I think it is more important for you to know that I can make you do something at any time than to do it all the time. How much would you enjoy being degraded if it would not happen surprisingly, Hermione?"
"You are right, I almost got used to be naked under my skirt or naked all the time in the suite. I... I don't want to lose the feeling of your control everytime I realise 'why'... 'because you said so'... but I don't want to stop getting wet by being embarrassed either..."
"I will always to let you feel my control over you. Like with the treacle tart. So what is more important to you. Being naked or being embarrassed?"
"The embarrassment, Harry. And the control. I never thought eating the tart would make me wet."
"Good. You have to understand that I will have to change your rules as I learn myself to be your master." His voice became commanding again. "You have to learn to trust me that I find the right training for you. So from now on you are to be dressed in the suite so you will become used to it again. You will wear the clothes a normal student would wear and present yourself before I allow you to leave for class. Should I be dissatisfied by the choice of your underwear, I will have to choose them. I want it clear to you that your clothing needs my approval and that you wear what you do because I want you to. Now go to sleep, pet."
Hermione would have liked to wish her master a good night and thank him as she crawled contently down to his feet to fall asleep.
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