Bad Romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Her position is quite a vulnerable one. She has come to him (punctually as always) following a route he specified, wearing the clothes he selected for her, at the time he decided. When she arrives, she follows a ritual he designed. First she removes her robes and hangs them on the coat rack in his hall. All she wears beneath the robes is a contraption of his own invention.

It is a cunning creation. He delights in her masochism, and as such (with Lucius’ help) gives her only the most painful things to wear.

It starts with a thick black leather collar around her neck. It is not tight enough to strangle, but tight enough to make breathing a little difficult and to remind her of its constant presence. She can put it on herself, but not remove it. It is charmed shut with a silver lock. Attached to the collar is a thick chain that falls between her luscious breasts before it splits into three lengths. One length continues straight down, while the other two cup underneath her breasts, almost like a bra underwire. The chains end under her arms, where each is sewn to a green silk ribbon. The ribbons are tied behind her to hold the chains up.

Her nipples are pierced with silver rings, and these form a part of her costume. A silver chain dangles from each ring and is hooked onto the thick chains under her breasts to form lines radiating from the nipple to under her breasts. The little silver chains are slightly too short, so her nipple rings are pulled by the chains, causing small bursts of pain.

The third part of the chain is pulled tight from the neck down to her cunt, where it is nestled firmly between her nether lips, up through her crack, and tied to the green ribbons that hold up the other two chains. The chain rubs against her most tender and vulnerable flesh with every step she takes. For extra pain, the silver ring pierced in her clit hood is fastened to the chain with a spell. Walking is true agony.


This outfit is the reason for her meticulously specific route. She is not allowed to leave her Hogsmeade flat and Apparate to his abode, oh no. She walks out of her flat an hour before their appointment, passing various neighbors who have no idea what lies under her robes. She strolls to Flourish and Blotts and browses for a half hour, hiding her discomfort as well as she can. She then walks across the village to the Apparition point, and Apparates to Spinner’s End. She must walk the entire length of the road to his house at the end of the street. Then she must knock on the door, once. It opens before her of its own accord. She hangs up her robes, then gets into the first position.

This position took some time to evolve. He wanted her at her most vulnerable, her most helpless and insecure. So she kneels, her hands behind her back. This thrusts her breasts forward and pulls on the chains. She spreads her knees as far as she can while keeping her ankles together. In this position she waits without moving. Sometimes he comes for her almost instantly. Other times he makes her sit there for long minutes, waiting for her to move. She knows better than to move once she is in the position. That was a mistake she made only once.

When he arrives, he is immaculately dressed. He looks down his nose at her and sneers. In his hands he holds two sets of shackles. One pair goes around her wrists, then are hooked onto the chain that runs up her back so that her arms are pinned behind her. The other pair of shackles go around her ankles. Then he withdraws a leather leash and hooks it on her collar, and tugs for her to follow him. Crawling in this restrained fashion is painful, humiliating, and time consuming.

She loves it.

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A/N: A thousand and one thanks to my spectacular beta, Soline. Reviews are loved, so please review if you can. Enjoy!