Yes, Severus

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Yes, Mistress

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After my night with Severus and Lucius, I started seeing Severus on occasional weekends in London. He was passionate and attentive, but he said he didn’t like the D/S interplay very much. I thought it a shame, since he was so good at it, but I wanted to be with him, however he wanted to me.

A few weeks after our night at the manor, Lucius paid me another visit at the Ministry. I looked at him questioningly, as he slithered into my office. In his usual sensual Malfoy manner, he took my hand and kissed it, looking into my eyes knowingly.

I looked up from the files I was leafing through in the cabinet. “What may I do for you today, Mr. Malfoy?”

“So cold and business-like, I am hurt,” Lucius said, feigning a pain in his chest. I raised my eyebrow at him, still questioning. “Very well. I have a favor to ask of you .”

“Oh?”

“Draco’s 18th birthday is next week. I wish to give him something special,” Lucius said, lowering his head and looking into my eyes meaningfully.

“What is it exactly you would like to give him?”

“Experience. A boy his age needs certain . . . instruction, they do not offer at Hogwarts. I would like him to learn from you.” It was very sweet he wanted to do this for his son and quite a compliment to me, I thought. Lucius must have seen the light in my eyes, for he was smiling suddenly.

“I will, of course,” Lucius said “be on hand to . . . satisfy any of your needs that may arise,” bringing my hand to his lips again. I stood thinking it over. I knew what Draco looked like and the thought was defiantly appealing. But . . .

“You understand Lucius, it would not be the same as you and Severus and I shared. A boy his age needs to learn patience and be instructed in the ways of relations. I could not be his slave and teach him those things. I would need to be his Mistress and he would have to agree to obey me. This cannot be a surprise gift. And I would have to be there for him alone.”

Lucius seemed slightly disappointed for a moment. But then said, “I see, I think perhaps you are right. I will speak to him and let you know what he decides.” Looking satisfied, he released my hand and with a smirk asked, “And how are . . . things. . . going with Severus?”

“Wonderful, thank you,” I admitted, giving him a level look.

“Indeed, I don’t believe I have ever seen him in such good humor.” With that he nodded to me and left my office.

The rest of the afternoon, I was tantalized by the thought of playing the Mistress for Draco. I had played Mistress a few of times for very experienced slaves, but this would be different. And the more I thought about it the more sense it made. A boy’s first sexual experience could be very emotional; it would not due, for him to become too attached to me. In the D/s structure, it is understood; we come together for this moment. Draco also needed practical instruction, something not usually shared between lovers in the heat of passion. This experience was to help serve him later on in life. I felt I was up to that challenge, now if only Draco agreed.

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In two days time, Lucius was back in my office, a huge grin on his face.

“Draco has agreed. Seemed quite excited about it really. He is coming home this weekend. Would Saturday evening suit you?”

“Yes, that would be fine. I’ll be at the manor at 7:00. Have Draco in the same room we used, however, he should be clothed. Does he understand, he has to obey me?”

“Yes. . . secretly, I think he’s thrilled by it. I know I would be.”

I smiled at him seductively and leaned over to kiss his cheek whispering “Some other time, maybe.”

“Ooooo, you do keep me guessing. I like that.” Then in a wave of black cloak and blonde hair, he was gone. So in two days time, I would be instructing Draco. I would have to send an owl to Severus, he might find this intriguing and come to see me Friday. Smiling to myself I went back to my work.

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I have to admit, I was in a bit of a turmoil Saturday afternoon, which Severus found very funny. He had, of course, come to London to see me Friday after classes, as I had expected.

“You will be beautiful no matter what you wear, Gwenndolyn. The boy is not there for your fashion sense,” Severus said, mocking me.

“I just . . . well. . . I want everything to be just right. This is an important night for him.”

“I think it is sweet you worry,” he said, pulling me into his arms, as he sat on the bed watching me try on different outfits. “Would you like a man’s point of view?”

“Yes, that might help.”

“The feel of this is perfect,” he said, picking up a plain black silk slip that came down to about mid thigh. “But the color is wrong, emerald green perhaps.” Using his wand, Severus changed the color of the garment.

“Are you sure that’s for Draco and not for you?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, he is a Slytherin, is he not?” Severus said, with an extremely sexy smirk.

I put the slip on and the pair of panties Severus changed the color of to match and looked in the mirror. Nice. He was right, the emerald color brought out the green of my eyes and went well with my raven black hair, giving me a mystique I didn’t usually possess. I put a simple dress over top and donned the high heels Severus changed to match the slip. Yes, this would do nicely. I kissed Severus and told him I would see him tomorrow.

“Wait a minute, I am going with you.”

“What? Why? I told you I’ll only be with Draco tonight.”

“Yes, well. . . um. . .”

“What is it you’re not telling me?”

“Lucius spelled a section of the wall, so we could sit in the next room and watch.”

I wasn’t sure whether to be mad or not. Secretly, I got a little thrill thinking he would catch my performance, but . . . “Don’t you think this is a rather private event for a young man? Should his father and professor be watching?”

“It is not him, we will be watching, my sweet.” I sighed deeply. He looked up at me with that damn irresistible smirk.

“Just remember, you two are on your own. You’ll have to ‘please’ yourselves, I won’t be leaving Draco and I don’t want him finding out you’ve been watching.” It sounded harsh when I said it, but the truth was it made me moist just thinking they would be watching.

“Alright, we are on our own. I will make sure there is a silence lock on the room we are in. Is that acceptable?”

“I suppose. I’m still not sure I like this.” Severus brought his hand up under my dress and cupped my mound with his hand.

“Mmmmm, you like it just fine.” Damn he knew me well.

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We apparated to the manor at exactly 7:00pm. This time the door was answered by a servant, who lead us into the parlor. Lucius was waiting in a large armchair by the fire. He stood and came over to kiss me and shake Severus’ hand.

“I’m so happy you agreed to come. I suppose Severus has told you about my little plan?”

“Yes, he has. He can explain my feelings on the subject. Is Draco in the room?”

“Yes. I told him to be kneeling on the cushion at precisely 7:15, fully clothed,” Lucius said, flashing me a grin.


“Good.” I turned around to let Severus unzip my dress. I stepped out of it and handed it to him. After getting my wand and watching Lucius give me the once over, I told them I was ready.

They escorted me to the door, then went on to the next room. I took a deep breath and got into my Mistress frame of mind. Opening the door, I saw Draco kneeling on the cushion looking up at me apprehensively. This would not have been acceptable for a true D/S scenario, but I let it slide, he was bound to be curious. I held up my wand and spoke “Confutare Mortis”, a silencing spell. Not that I didn’t think Severus would put the spell on the room he was in, but in their excitement, they might have forgotten.

“First of all Draco, you will not speak other than saying ‘Yes, Mistress ’ or ‘No, Mistress’. Did Lucius explain this to you?”

He looked at me, his clear blue eyes traveling over my body appraisingly. “Yes, Mistress”

“Excellent. I also want you to know that nothing you tell me, goes beyond this room. I’ve put up a silencing spell to ensure our privacy.” He looked grateful, though still wary.

“As a matter of form, I would like to ask you, are you willing to have me instruct you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you ready to trust me and obey me?” He thought about this briefly.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You will need to answer some questions for me, truthfully, so I can best direction my training. Do you prefer men or women? Wait that isn’t a yes or no, is it? Do you prefer women?”

“Yes, Mistress.” But there was something in the way he said it, and the flicker in his eye.

“But you haven’t ruled out relations with men.”

“No, Mistress,” he said quietly, looking down at the floor. I cupped his chin in my hand and raised his eyes to me.

“I’m not judging you Draco. I’m here to teach you how to pleasure a lover, whoever they may be.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now, stand up for me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Oh my, he’d gotten tall. So like his father; but in his youth, Draco was still beautiful, not overly manly. I backed up to sit on the bed to get a better view.

“I want you to undress for me Draco, slowly. Show me your best assets. Make me want you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He brought his slender, graceful hand up to the top button of his black button up shirt. Like father like son, I thought.

“Look at me, while you undress. Let your eyes show me how much you want to be naked for me. Make me imagine every move of your hand to be a caress on my body. Make me want to touch the skin you reveal.”

He leveled his blue eyes at me, keeping them heavy lidded. Very sensual. “Good. Now with your shirt open, unbutton your cuffs. Yes, very nice.” I couldn’t help thinking, he really is quite lovely, this might be very exciting. He stood waiting for instructions on what to do next.

“Shrug off your shirt, in a slow smooth movement, one shoulder at a time.” Oh yes, I felt myself getting hotter with every inch of bare flesh being revealed. “This kind of attention to detail is especially important, when with a woman. Half the excitement is in the anticipation.” He nodded to convey he understood.

“Shoes and socks next, then trousers. Keep everything neat, don’t throw it aside. This shows control and attention to detail.” He had taken off his trousers, folded them and set them in the chair holding the rest of his clothes. Red silk boxers, hmm. . . that was a surprise. I had expected black, like is father’s or even Slytherin green. He went to remove his boxers, but I stopped him, wanting that privilege myself.

“Wait . . . let your partner unwrap the best part.” I went over to him and knelt in front of him.

I started at his ankles, gliding my hands up his legs to his naked hips under the fabric. I could feel his body trembling, vibrating, as I do when excited. I reached around and cupped his butt, kneading it with my hands. He was so firm and well muscled. I briefly tickled his sac from behind, causing him to jump. I looked up into his eyes. He was smoldering, he couldn’t wait for more of my touch. Reaching my hands up to his waistband I pulled his silk boxers down and off. He was already hard, not surprisingly. I examined him, as his shaft bobbed in front of me. I let out a small hmmm, I wouldn’t have expected him to be this well endowed. Standing, I placed his boxers with the rest of his clothes.

“The first lesson I would like to teach you is patience and restraint. Mastering these will bring so much more pleasure to yourself and your partner. I’m going to stimulate you. Understand, under no circumstances are you to release. I would be very disappointed. Holding off and building the excitement makes the experience much more intense for both of you. This would be true of men or women.” I knelt back in front of him, he had a slight sneer to his rose colored lips, but his eyes looked worried.

“Don’t worry Draco, it won’t be that difficult. I will help you through it.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I sat up and shocked him a bit, by nuzzling his sac with my nose, then mouthing the warm little orbs I found there. He smelled so sweet; freshly bathed, but a unique smell that was all him. I pulled each of the orbs in turn into my mouth, sucking on them gently. Next I licked his shaft, careful not to hit the sensitive area under the tip. Draco moaned softly, placing a hand in my hair. A thought occurred to me.

“Has a woman ever done this for you?”

“. . . No. . . Mistress. . .”

“A man then.”

“Yes. . . Mistress.”

“Would you like to learn how ?” He considered it briefly.

“No. . . Mistress.”

“Very well, I’m better equipped to teach you about women, anyway.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I continued with my licking, sitting back every so often and letting him calm down. Finally, I stood.

“You may kiss me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He walked over to me and took me in his arms. His kisses were soft and tentative, nothing like Severus’, which reminded me he was watching. I hoped he was enjoying the show.

Draco was running his hands along my sides obviously enjoying the feel of the fabric. Damn, Severus was right again. As his kisses deepened and he got a feel for me, all thoughts apart from Draco left my mind. Breathlessly, I pulled back.

“Remove my slip.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He bent at the knees to clasp the slip at the bottom, while still keeping eye contact with me. Oh yes, he was sure of his beauty and talents. He pulled the slip up over my head, stepping closer to me and smirking down into my face. I felt his length graze my stomach briefly as he turned, he folded the slip and placed it in the chair with his own clothes. Then he came back to stand in front of me.

His grace and confidence were having a marked effect on me. My legs had started rubbing together and my breathing quickened. Damn, who was teaching who patience.

“Now the panties.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Draco knelt down and started at my high heels, running his hands up the back of my legs, just barely touching my skin and ended by cupping my butt, for a moment, before slipping his fingers into the waistband of the panties. He pulled them down, as I stepped out of them. As he rose to stand, I heard him inhale deeply past my center heat. He smiled, as he laid the panties in the chair. Blast! I wanted to throw him to the floor and take him quickly, roughly. And he had gauged my need. He would be a good slave. I swallowed hard.

“Now the heels.” I heard my voice cracking, I could see he caught it. He knelt again gently grasping my ankle and rubbing it with his thumb, as he removed the shoe. He did the same with the other, then placed them beside the chair.

“On the bed, Draco.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I followed him and lay down next to him. He sat up on his elbow looking down into my face.

“You may caress my breasts.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He brought his hand up, cupping my breast with his fingers splayed, then closed them, pinching my already hard nipple, making it throb. I sucked in my breath, biting my lip.

“You’ve done this before,” I said accusingly.

“Yes . . . Mistress,” he said slowly, with a smile.

“Use your mouth, as well.” He leaned down and showered my breasts with soft kisses, nuzzling them from underneath. Then he licked at the hard nipples, using the very tip of his tongue. I couldn’t help it, I began to moan softly and squirm. I wanted him to take the whole nipple in his mouth, but I had to see, if he could read me well enough to do it on his own. I finally arched my back, pushing a breast up into his mouth. With a soft chuckle, he opened his mouth, taking it in and sucking on it, then flicking his tongue across it, while in his mouth. He did the same to the other. I had begun to pant. Severus and Lucius must really be enjoying this - watching me lose control.

“Kiss me.” I moaned out, needing to taste him, to feel the press of his skin against mine.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Oh, this wasn’t good. I was losing all control. There were other things I wanted to teach him before. . . But his kisses were making me forget everything. I was moaning into his mouth and squirming, my legs pressed together. I broke off the kiss panting, trying to gain some control. He nuzzled my neck and ear, begging me with his movements to kiss him again. I took several deep breaths and held his head still with my hands.

“Have you ever entered a woman, Draco?”

“No, Mistress,” he whispered, his voice finally giving away his building need. I was torn between wanting to give him release and instruction. He must have been at least as excited as I was. I pushed him back onto the bed, breaking contact between us. I sat up. He looked up at me with hurt eyes. I smiled at him.

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” I assured him. “You’re just better at this, than I had anticipated.” A laugh escaped him and he was smiling again with renewed self assurance.

“I want you to have some idea of what to expect, so you aren’t overwhelmed. I need you to be patient a bit longer. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I laid back down and he rolled onto his side again. I took his hand and brought it down into my slippery folds, showing him how to spread the moisture around he found there and making sure my pleasure nub was well covered. Watching his face, warmed me all over again. His eyes closed and I could see his nostrils flare, as he regarded these new sensations. I spoke to him softly.

“I want you to put your finger inside, so you can feel the sensations of a woman’s release.”

Draco looked unsure, but gently inserted his middle finger. I clenched him and watched the emotions that played across his face. Mmmm, it felt so good, I arched my back and opened my legs to him. Tentatively, he pulled his finger part way out and pushed it back in. He repeated the movement, eliciting a moan from me. I opened my eyes to look at him. His brow was furrowed. Placing a hand on the side of his face, I turned his head up to look in my eyes.

“What’s wrong Draco?”

“Mistress . . .”

“You may speak.”

“I . . . Mistress. . . I wondered . . . what you tasted like.” His eyes searched mine.

“Why don’t you find out?” I whispered, lying back to give him access.

He quickly crawled between my legs. I didn’t expect him to be very skilled, but I was so excited already. He brought his lips down and pressed overtop of my hardened nub, kissing it lightly. With his lips, he continued to rub me gently. I moaned and sighed, knowing I couldn’t take much more of his sweet torture. I gasped suddenly, when he flicked the tip of his tongue into my folds, licking across the nub. He did it again and got the same reaction.

“Wait . . . put your. . . ah…. . .” He slide his finger back in as far as he could and began a slow steady rhythm. He then sucked my little nub between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, as he had my nipples. I grabbed a handful of blonde hair with one hand and grasped the bedding with the other, arching my back. I clenched his finger and called out Draco’s name, as wave after wave of flame coursed through me. I continued to arch and gasp, as he continued his movements; not stopping until I finally quieted, still panting.

I lay still, feeling him kissing my neck and nuzzling my hair. He must be in pain from his excitement, I thought. I kissed him again and urged him on top of me. His face looked happy and worried at the same time.

“It’s alright,” I said softly, “enjoy yourself. Hold out as long as you can.”

I put a hand down and moved him into position. He pushed slowly in, stopping about half way. His eyes were closed. He was trying to breath deep, I felt suddenly guilty for making him wait so long. He had done so well, I wanted him to enjoy this first time. I tried to lay as still as I could and let him work through.

When he was in completely, he sought out my lips again. Kissing him I could already feel him throbbing. Suddenly, he gasped and froze, his release eminent, I began moving under him and clenching him. He threw his head back, pushing into me as far as he could.

“Oh . . . ah . . . Mistress.” He called out in a loud gasp and shuddered. He lay quiet, on top of me for a few minutes, as I rubbed his back and kissed his shoulder and neck.. When he finally rolled onto the bed, he looked disappointed. I sat up on my elbow and placed a hand on his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to . . . I couldn’t hold back . . . you didn’t. . .”

I smiled at his concern. “You’ve done beautifully. I couldn’t ask for more from a lover. We have all night for you to be inside me during my release.” He looked into my eyes, somewhat renewed by my compliment.

“May I ask you something?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Was it one of the boys at school you were with who . . .?”

“No, Mistress.”

“An older man then?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. The first sexual experiences are sometimes easier with the same sex. You have a better idea of what to expect and how to please them.”

“It’s not that, Mistress.”

“What then?”

“He was a muggle.” Oh, and for a Malfoy to be involved with a muggle, not good.

“Did you care for him?”

“NO,” he said sitting up sharply. I placed a soothing hand on his cheek.

“Don’t lie, Draco. Shouldn’t you care for him?”

“I don’t . . . I didn’t. . . Oh, I’m not sure what I felt.”

“At least that’s honest. Have there been any girls at school you’ve wished to be with?”

“No . . . not really. There’s only those who want to be around a Malfoy. They have no idea who I am.”

“There must have been one girl who let you ‘practice’ on her.”

“Pansy. She wouldn’t take anything else off other than her top. I played with her for fun, but . . .”

“I see. . .”

“Mistress?”

“Yes, Draco.”

“Will I . . . see you again.”

“No.” He sat up sharply and looked down into my face every bit a Malfoy.

“Why!?!”

“We’re together here, now. After this night, you will go back to your life and I to mine.” He heard me, but he didn’t like it.

“There’s someone else, isn’t there. My father perhaps?” Draco said, with a nasty bite to his voice.

“I have played the slave for your father and a friend, but I am not involved with Lucius.” Draco lay his head back down on my shoulder with a frown on his face.

“The important thing Draco is that I wanted to be here for you, tonight. You will find love soon. Think of me like one of your professors at Hogwarts. After tonight, you will have graduated from my class and will take your knowledge and apply it in your life here after.” He was thinking this over.

“Which means. . .” I said, rolling over on top of him. “It’s time for final exams.” I wriggled on top of him. He laughed in spite of himself. I leaned down and began kissing him again, thinking Severus and Lucius might be ready for another show.

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