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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,490
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The First Meeting
Not mine. If they were the books would not be in the childrens section. I just borrowed the characters created and owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I promise to return them freshly cleaned and Obliviated when I am done with them.
Chapter 2: The First Meeting
It was Friday evening and Professor Severus Snape could hardly wait for dinner to be over. After almost two months of almost daily letters, he was going to finally meet Mistress Dora. They had agreed not to exge rge real names yet. This was a definite no-strings-attached date. It didn’t matter that her letters turned him on so much that he was in real danger of growing hair where it didn’t belong, going blind, or both. If there was no physical chemistry then they would not move into the bed room of the motel room he had rented. On the other hand if there was as much physical chemistry as the letters implied then they might not make it to the bed room either.
These thoughts made him even more aware of what he wore under his robes. As instructed he had dressed in the tight leather tap pants she had sent. When he had opened the package a few days ago he had been pleasantly surprised at the contents. The plain black strap of the cock ring contrasted with the gold buckle and lead ring attached to it. He had put it on this morning before his morning erection had gone down, thereby ensuring that he was left in need. He had fluctuated between aroused and annoyed all day. Luckily he had several classes of Gryffindors, though they probably didn’t feel lucky having lost over 50 points in his classes.
Her instructions that he wear the tap pants and cock ring all day had been tempered with her permission to wear them under what ever he felt he needed to wear to work.(they had wordless agreed not to discuss what either of them did for a living yet). This permission showed a willingness on her part to make him uncomfortable yet not humiliate him in public. The contract they had both signed the week before had included an agreement that public humiliation, among other things would neve use used, or demanded. She however was defiantly going to make sure he was willing to obey her. There had been a spell on the leather that would let her know when she saw it how long he had been wearing it. He had toyed with the idea of waiting until after dinner to put it on just to see what her punishment for disobeying her would be. He had decided that she might see that not as a test but as a sign of reluctance on his part and he wanted her to understand that he was very willing. Punishment could be earned later with a hesitation or misdeed.
He just barely managed to hold back a groan as that thought tightened the leather even more. He shifted trying to ease the discomfort but that only caused the butt-plug he had inserted before coming up to dinner, to push in further. Another “gift” from her, she had suggested that he could wear it or bring it with him. He had decided to do both. He checked the time and decided he had picked is dis dinner long enough, rose and exited the Great Hall. He didn’t need anything from his rooms so he left the castle and started the long uncomfortable walk to Hogsmead.
This was going to be a good weekend.
********
“Mistress Dora” as she had dubbed herself paced. It was a habit she rarely indulged. This was the most frightened and the most excited she had ever been. Even when she played the submissive she was not frightened. But then as the sub she didn’t have to worry about hurting the other person. She had only had two masters and both had been men she knew she could trust before the sexual relationship had formed. The first had spent over a year communicating with her until she was comfortable enough to try a few games. The second had earned her trust long before she even though to join him and his other submissive in playing. They had both warned her to be careful in the future about choosing a master that she could trust. That was why she had spent a month writing to this man and another month drafting a contract. Although she had done every thing she could think of to let him know that she could be trusted, she had been pleasantly surprised when he had signed and returned the contract without any modifications.
Every thing she had learned from her first master she had used. Even the “safe words” that she used where his. Simple and easy to remember: “yellow” means stop what you are doing and try something else, “red” means STOP, step out of character, get dressed, we have to talk NOW. With good communication neither would have to be used. She had also never had to use red and she hoped that she would never have to hear it.
She looked at the clock over the mantel. “Oh dear” she had less than an hour to finish getting dressed. She had come to the motel early so that she could prepare the rooms with a feeling that tonight was “the night”.
Going to the bedroom she opened the suitcase she had brought. Stripping out of her robes she grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. Using a few quick cleansing spells she kept the shower short. She quickly dried her body and hair then cast a simple charm to turn her honey brown hair red and black streaked. Then she tamed its natural curls into a tight twist at her nape.
Walking naked to the case on the bed she lifted the corset she had ordered the week before. Slipping her arms through the straps she cast a spell that pulled the red ribbons tightly through the black leather. Looking at her reflection in the mirrored wall beside the bed she decided that it looked and felt as if her heart, lungs, spleen, and stomach were all shoved up to her shoulders. She didn’t have a chest she had a shelf.
Next came the panties. The finest spider silk she had ever seen they were the same shade of red as the ribbons holding the corset together and the same color as the red streaks in her hair. The thigh high boots were laced with the same color. The red and black theme was carried on in the make-up she wore. Red lipstick and fingernails, thick black lip and eye liner, and the black leather half mask that she magical secured onto the upper half of her face was trimmed in red spider silk. The final items she donned were the opera length. Black, fingerless, leather gloves again laced with red ribbons.
Each step of this transformation made her feel more the part. As she closed the suit case and slid it under the bed she realized that her fear was lessening. Walking around the room she checked the holding spells on the giant wooden X at the foot of the bed to be sure it was secure, and adjusted the leather restraints so that they hung at just the right angle. She had no sooner walked to the door between the bedroom and the sitting room than there came a soft, almost timid knock at the door. “Show time” she thought as she picked up the red and black riding crop off a chair and walked slowly across the floor, her 5 inch stiletto heels clicking loudly enough to be heard on the other side of the door.
This was a start of a good week end.
********
Before knocking on the door Snape cast a disrobing spell and suddenly he was wearing nothing under his cloak but the items Mistress Dora had given him. His clothes and shoes were tucked away in a pocket. After knocking he heard her heels tapping across the floor. The sound stopped when she was about half way across the room. His heart started beating faster then the door was opened by magic.
There standing in the middle of a candle lit room was a vision in black and red. He thought briefly of the points he had taken from Gryffindor and wondered if it was poetic justice that he would be punished for it tonight by a mistress in Gryffindor colors. He made a decision in that moment that this was who and what he wanted...no needed. He stepped in to the room and closed the door behind him. Reaching up he unclasped his cloak and drew off the hood. Letting the cloak slide to the floor (oh how he hoped that she would punish him for being a slob) he dropped to his knees and crawled across the hard floor to her feet. Leaning down he kissed the tip of each boot before raising his eyes to her face. Lust filled his eyes and his voice as he dared to address her directly “Mistress Dora, I am yours to command.”
She seemed to hesitate then turned and walked away. Not to the bed room but around the sitting room. One full circle then another her eyes darting from him to the walls then back. ‘She is nervous’ He thought. ‘This is her first time dom’ he reminded himself. Maybe she wanted to talk first, maybe he was not what she expected, or maybe the physical chemistry was not there for her. He opened his mouth to speak when she spoke first. The words he heard made the leather cock ring tighten more than he thought possible.
“You are experienced? And yet in less than five seconds you have managed to make seven punishable mistakes?” Her voice was thready and full of air. “You walk in with out being invited. You disrobe with out being told. You drop you cloak on the floor. You approach me with out permission. You stare at me with out permission. You touch me with out permission. And you speak with out permission.” Each sentence was punctuated by her slapping that sexy crop against her boots with an erotic clap.
Professor Severus Snape, the terror of Hogwarts, possibly the most feared teacher the school had seen since Salazar Slytherin himself, a deatheater in the service of Voldemort, cowered at the feet of this small woman in excitement.
Oh yeah. This was going to be a wonderful weekend.
~~~~~
A/N: Thank you to my wonderful betas snapesbbwlover and amethyst, without whom this would still be a blip on my computer.
Who is Mistress Dora? hmmmm I wonder. DUH like all of you don\'t already know. LOL Please review. It will make me feel better.
Chapter 2: The First Meeting
It was Friday evening and Professor Severus Snape could hardly wait for dinner to be over. After almost two months of almost daily letters, he was going to finally meet Mistress Dora. They had agreed not to exge rge real names yet. This was a definite no-strings-attached date. It didn’t matter that her letters turned him on so much that he was in real danger of growing hair where it didn’t belong, going blind, or both. If there was no physical chemistry then they would not move into the bed room of the motel room he had rented. On the other hand if there was as much physical chemistry as the letters implied then they might not make it to the bed room either.
These thoughts made him even more aware of what he wore under his robes. As instructed he had dressed in the tight leather tap pants she had sent. When he had opened the package a few days ago he had been pleasantly surprised at the contents. The plain black strap of the cock ring contrasted with the gold buckle and lead ring attached to it. He had put it on this morning before his morning erection had gone down, thereby ensuring that he was left in need. He had fluctuated between aroused and annoyed all day. Luckily he had several classes of Gryffindors, though they probably didn’t feel lucky having lost over 50 points in his classes.
Her instructions that he wear the tap pants and cock ring all day had been tempered with her permission to wear them under what ever he felt he needed to wear to work.(they had wordless agreed not to discuss what either of them did for a living yet). This permission showed a willingness on her part to make him uncomfortable yet not humiliate him in public. The contract they had both signed the week before had included an agreement that public humiliation, among other things would neve use used, or demanded. She however was defiantly going to make sure he was willing to obey her. There had been a spell on the leather that would let her know when she saw it how long he had been wearing it. He had toyed with the idea of waiting until after dinner to put it on just to see what her punishment for disobeying her would be. He had decided that she might see that not as a test but as a sign of reluctance on his part and he wanted her to understand that he was very willing. Punishment could be earned later with a hesitation or misdeed.
He just barely managed to hold back a groan as that thought tightened the leather even more. He shifted trying to ease the discomfort but that only caused the butt-plug he had inserted before coming up to dinner, to push in further. Another “gift” from her, she had suggested that he could wear it or bring it with him. He had decided to do both. He checked the time and decided he had picked is dis dinner long enough, rose and exited the Great Hall. He didn’t need anything from his rooms so he left the castle and started the long uncomfortable walk to Hogsmead.
This was going to be a good weekend.
********
“Mistress Dora” as she had dubbed herself paced. It was a habit she rarely indulged. This was the most frightened and the most excited she had ever been. Even when she played the submissive she was not frightened. But then as the sub she didn’t have to worry about hurting the other person. She had only had two masters and both had been men she knew she could trust before the sexual relationship had formed. The first had spent over a year communicating with her until she was comfortable enough to try a few games. The second had earned her trust long before she even though to join him and his other submissive in playing. They had both warned her to be careful in the future about choosing a master that she could trust. That was why she had spent a month writing to this man and another month drafting a contract. Although she had done every thing she could think of to let him know that she could be trusted, she had been pleasantly surprised when he had signed and returned the contract without any modifications.
Every thing she had learned from her first master she had used. Even the “safe words” that she used where his. Simple and easy to remember: “yellow” means stop what you are doing and try something else, “red” means STOP, step out of character, get dressed, we have to talk NOW. With good communication neither would have to be used. She had also never had to use red and she hoped that she would never have to hear it.
She looked at the clock over the mantel. “Oh dear” she had less than an hour to finish getting dressed. She had come to the motel early so that she could prepare the rooms with a feeling that tonight was “the night”.
Going to the bedroom she opened the suitcase she had brought. Stripping out of her robes she grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. Using a few quick cleansing spells she kept the shower short. She quickly dried her body and hair then cast a simple charm to turn her honey brown hair red and black streaked. Then she tamed its natural curls into a tight twist at her nape.
Walking naked to the case on the bed she lifted the corset she had ordered the week before. Slipping her arms through the straps she cast a spell that pulled the red ribbons tightly through the black leather. Looking at her reflection in the mirrored wall beside the bed she decided that it looked and felt as if her heart, lungs, spleen, and stomach were all shoved up to her shoulders. She didn’t have a chest she had a shelf.
Next came the panties. The finest spider silk she had ever seen they were the same shade of red as the ribbons holding the corset together and the same color as the red streaks in her hair. The thigh high boots were laced with the same color. The red and black theme was carried on in the make-up she wore. Red lipstick and fingernails, thick black lip and eye liner, and the black leather half mask that she magical secured onto the upper half of her face was trimmed in red spider silk. The final items she donned were the opera length. Black, fingerless, leather gloves again laced with red ribbons.
Each step of this transformation made her feel more the part. As she closed the suit case and slid it under the bed she realized that her fear was lessening. Walking around the room she checked the holding spells on the giant wooden X at the foot of the bed to be sure it was secure, and adjusted the leather restraints so that they hung at just the right angle. She had no sooner walked to the door between the bedroom and the sitting room than there came a soft, almost timid knock at the door. “Show time” she thought as she picked up the red and black riding crop off a chair and walked slowly across the floor, her 5 inch stiletto heels clicking loudly enough to be heard on the other side of the door.
This was a start of a good week end.
********
Before knocking on the door Snape cast a disrobing spell and suddenly he was wearing nothing under his cloak but the items Mistress Dora had given him. His clothes and shoes were tucked away in a pocket. After knocking he heard her heels tapping across the floor. The sound stopped when she was about half way across the room. His heart started beating faster then the door was opened by magic.
There standing in the middle of a candle lit room was a vision in black and red. He thought briefly of the points he had taken from Gryffindor and wondered if it was poetic justice that he would be punished for it tonight by a mistress in Gryffindor colors. He made a decision in that moment that this was who and what he wanted...no needed. He stepped in to the room and closed the door behind him. Reaching up he unclasped his cloak and drew off the hood. Letting the cloak slide to the floor (oh how he hoped that she would punish him for being a slob) he dropped to his knees and crawled across the hard floor to her feet. Leaning down he kissed the tip of each boot before raising his eyes to her face. Lust filled his eyes and his voice as he dared to address her directly “Mistress Dora, I am yours to command.”
She seemed to hesitate then turned and walked away. Not to the bed room but around the sitting room. One full circle then another her eyes darting from him to the walls then back. ‘She is nervous’ He thought. ‘This is her first time dom’ he reminded himself. Maybe she wanted to talk first, maybe he was not what she expected, or maybe the physical chemistry was not there for her. He opened his mouth to speak when she spoke first. The words he heard made the leather cock ring tighten more than he thought possible.
“You are experienced? And yet in less than five seconds you have managed to make seven punishable mistakes?” Her voice was thready and full of air. “You walk in with out being invited. You disrobe with out being told. You drop you cloak on the floor. You approach me with out permission. You stare at me with out permission. You touch me with out permission. And you speak with out permission.” Each sentence was punctuated by her slapping that sexy crop against her boots with an erotic clap.
Professor Severus Snape, the terror of Hogwarts, possibly the most feared teacher the school had seen since Salazar Slytherin himself, a deatheater in the service of Voldemort, cowered at the feet of this small woman in excitement.
Oh yeah. This was going to be a wonderful weekend.
~~~~~
A/N: Thank you to my wonderful betas snapesbbwlover and amethyst, without whom this would still be a blip on my computer.
Who is Mistress Dora? hmmmm I wonder. DUH like all of you don\'t already know. LOL Please review. It will make me feel better.