My New Mistress

"Petrificus Totalus!"

He just knew he shouldn't have taken the bait!
That note was such an obvious trap, it even ended in the all-telling "if you dare".
Well, there wasn't much he could do now, just waiting to see
what those filthy Gryffons were up to this time, and plotting his revenge!
Oh there would be revenge, as soon as he found which of those Mudblood-huggers
was involved in it. It must be that damn Potter, surely?
Or someone else... Draco tried to remember every student he pissed off
recently... that was a long list, but these were mostly small things...
Unless one of them was a straw that broke the Hippogryf's back, as they say.
Well, no need to worry too much, Gryffons wouldn't have balls to do
anything really nasty anyway, they would probably just leave him lying here
in the classroom for Filch to find him, 5 points from Slytherin, and a week
of detentions coming.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Draco flew up in the air, upside down, still not seeing his tormentor.
Wait, wasn't that a girl's voice? Is it... His calm all disappeared
the moment he saw the mixture of satisfaction and anger on Hermione's
face. And there was no Potter in sight...

"I've been waiting for that day long enough..." she said with satisfaction
of a really hungry dragon that just found his first meal in weeks, but
somehow got into mood for playing with it before the devouring, as dragons often do.
"We're not supposed to know spells like these... they're not Dark Arts, technically...
but by the time I'm done with you, you'll wish they were just that!"
He still half-hoped she was just trying to scare him ... and it was working
damn too well! If only Potter was around, at least it would be clear what
it's all about, but what was that damn Mudblood planning...

"Penna Veneris!"

Wait, what kind of spell was that... Oh no she didn't... The bulge in his underwear
was growing, and as it did all his hopes for getting out of this easily were fading.
It was almost painful too... Draco never complained about size of his tool,
but now it must be at least twice as voluminous, he wondered if his underwear will
take all the strain. And all blood in it pulsed with every heart beat. It wasn't arousal,
he just didn't have any control over it... Hermione took his cock in her hand and started
playing with it. Then a quick lick, a touch of her lips. It felt so good... Embarrassing
certainly, but that cannot possibly be the big revenge she was planning... He was almost
coming!

"Subsisto Fluxum!"

Where did she learn all those spells? Older boys were sometimes bragging they knew
a few really good ones, but it was mostly bragging, wasn't it?
It wasn't entirely clear what this one was for... and every stroke of her lips,
every ticklish touch of her fingers, every contact of his skin with soft wetness of
her tongue ... they completely disorganized his stream of thoughts.
He desired that filthy Mudblood more than anybody in his life, and hated her at the same time!
He wanted to throw her on the floor and rip her tight young vagina apart with his magically
oversized cock and cover her in mixture of his pure semen and her impure blood, he wanted
to see her shout with pain as she was coming... Oh no, so that's what she intends to...
Hermione noticed instantly that he realized what's coming for him.

She took her time... Draco would have come many times already if it wasn't for that
blocking spell of hers. Now he was just uncomfortably hanging in the air with his
cock in her mouth. She waved her wand, said words of some spell, he couldn't hear
what it was... the blend of pain from the pressure building up inside his balls,
and delight from her lips teasing top of his cock all overwhelming him too much.

Draco found himself able to speak again, tries cursing her but couldn't.
"You filthy ... ouch, aaah, I cannot ... no, stop, don't, please ...".
Completely incoherent stream of words and moans was coming out of his mouth.
"You will call me your mistress". Every part of him was repulsed by anything of the kind,
and yet he was completely under her control, he just heard himself saying "Yes, my mistress!".
Why did he say that? It wasn't any mind control spell. Or it was in a way, she just
used a different kind of wand to cast it. "Now my toy, make your mistress happy, and
perhaps I will release you". "Yes, my mistress, I will do everything you want".

Draco wasn't planning his revenge anymore, his will was broken. He will do whatever she
has in mind for him. She positioned herself on a nearest table comfortably, pulled down her
pants, and with wave of her wand flew him so he could just reach her vulva with his mouth.
Draco wasn't really that good with girls, what booty he was getting was based mostly on his
good looks and the bad boy charm that worked so well on Slytherin girls... but he sure
found plenty of enthusiasm to cover for this lack of skill. And he tried very hard to keep
his new mistress happy, for when she wasn't she would flick her wand to torment his cock
again - even the slightest sensation made him want to come so much again, and it was just
too painful.

He found a pace that seemed to make her happy, and too distracted to play with him.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his head, bringing it closed, Draco had troubles
breathing, but he didn't dare slow down for a moment, and then she almost crushed his head
in spasms of her coming... She relaxed her legs, just lying there for some time. Draco felt
strangely happy that he satisfied his mistress, he hated her more than anybody,
but fulfilling her will was now the most important thing in his life.

"Good enough for today" she said while standing up, and putting a cold metal ring
around his cock and balls. "It will stop you from coming unless I let you, what
I might do some day, if you're a good toy". Draco knew what was coming but all he
could do was reply "Yes, mistress" in the most submissive tone that ever came out
of his normally arrogant mouth. "I don't think you will tell anybody about this,
my toy, will you?". "I won't, mistress". And he knew he just couldn't stand the
embarrassment if he did. She owned him now. A few flicks of her wands back he
was back on the ground, free to move, cock slowly getting back to its normal size,
but his balls still suffering from a dozen orgasms worth of semen. "You can play
with yourself if you want, but you will only make matter worse" she said.
"Be here tomorrow", and she turned her back and left the classroom.

He wanted so much to hurt her, now that he was back in control over own body,
but he did nothing of the kind. His mistress still controlled his mind.