Yes, Severus

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Safe House
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My night with Draco was memorable. He was a natural. Very tender, though he was still upset I would not see him again or give him my name. I reminded him he had agreed to trust and obey me. He relented, but was not happy about it. I was sure Lucius would keep my confidence, as it was not to his benefit to reveal my name to Draco.

Severus was still visiting 1 to 2 weekends a month. This left me plenty of time to visit the safe house I went to in London. In the safe house, people like me came together to play Dominance/ Submission games in a controlled environment. You knew you wouldn’t end up with some crazy. I had a few regular people I would see, but had given my name to the house manager to give me a call should a special request come up.

When I got home Monday night, I had a message on my muggle answering machine, I had bought for this purpose. They said there had been a special request for a young girl with black hair. They said the client was new, so they thought I would be perfect. I called Roger, the house manager, back and told him Wednesday at 8:00 would be fine with me. I was thrilled at the prospect of a new master, I knew I would be a good slave for him.

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Wednesday night, I got home from work and had a small dinner, I don’t like to eat much before hand. Then I took a leisurely shower imagining all the fun I would have later. I used light make up and braided the front of my hair pulling it back., but leaving the rest hanging down my back.

At 7:45 I apparated to the alley next to the safe house. As I walked in, Roger greeted me warmly, kissing me on the cheek. He had been one of the experid sld slave who gave me my Mistress training.

“You are going to be very happy, Gwenn.” He said smiling at me.

“Oh really ? Why ?” I asked. He didn’t usually tell me anything about the men I would be seeing.

“He’s beautiful. He’s waiting in the bar. Tell him if he would like a male slave I’m available day or night.” Roger said lustily.

“Which room should I be in ?”

“He asked for the green room. Said he felt more at home there.” I thanked Roger and went up to the room. I was puzzled. Roger didn’t usually act like this and he preferred to have a Mistress. This must be some interesting man, I thought to myself.

I opened the green door and went in. Though it was called the green room it was not tacky at all. The bedding on the king size bed was a green toile, which gave it a creamy classical look. The curtains were the same fabric and the walls were done in a striped green and cream wall paper, that set off the bedding. It had a cream colored carpet and few furnishings.

I went to the closet and removed my clothing, hanging it up, then went to the bathroom. I came out and knelt on the green cushion already on the floor with my head down and waited. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and heard someone walk in. I was facing the bed and couldn’t see them. I briefly saw a pair of jeans walk around me and disappear behind me.

He smelled wonderful. Freshly showered with a hint of cologne. He stopped behind me and I felt my hair being raised, then let slip through his fingers. The back of his hand grazed down my spine and I shivered, which brought my nipples to full erection. I wished he would come around to the front of me so he could see them. He then moved all my hair around to one shoulder laying it on my breast. With his fingertips he lightly teased down the side of my exposed neck. It was exquisite, light, teasing and possessive at the same time. My breathing sped up as I waited for him to give some command. But he knew these light touches had already made me his. I felt him kneel behind me, kissing my bare neck and shoulder. One hand came around and cupped my breast, fingers running across the hard nipple. I jumped a little at the sensation. He placed a flat hand on my back letting me know to be still. I tried, I wanted to be a good slave, but he did the same thing to my other breast and I jumped again.

This time he pressed his whole body into me. I could feel the cold little buttons on his shirt, the cotton rubbing against my back. He moved my hair to the other side , then kissed the newly exposed skin, nipping my shoulder lightly, as his fingertips trailing down my arms. I moaned a bit frustrated at not being able to see him or allowed any actions of my own. I heard a breathy chuckle in my ear.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, cupping both my breasts and squeezing them, pinching the nipples a little rough. I squeaked at the sensation, which elicited another laugh. He let go of one of my breasts, his hand trailing downward into my already slippery folds. He ran his finger along finding me ready for him, he moaned against me. I wanted him desperately and had never even seen him.

With his hands, he urged me onto my hands and knees. I heard him stand, undoing his belt and jeans. No, I thought, I want to see you, to look into my Masters eyes. How else would I know if I was pleasing him. He knelt again and I felt his already hardened length between my legs, teasing my pleasure nub. I drew in a quick breath, the touch of his shaft warm and exciting. I moaned again wri wriggled against him. He placed a hand on either hip, holding me still, then gave me a playful swat, letting me know I was to stay still and be patient. Tears of shame were coming to my eyes. I knew I was a better slave than this. This situation was just so different from anything I had experienced before.

He caressed the area of my bottom he had just smacked. Then he ran his hands down my legs and back up, enjoying the feel on my skin. He took his hands off me, leaving his shaft pulsating between my legs. I whimpered in frustration. I heard a shushing noise behind me, then eventually saw a white shirt thrown onto the bed. He then pulled me back to kneel again. He drew me back into him enjoying the skin to skin contact. He kissed and sucked on my earlobe gently while running his hands over my body like a prize. He kneaded my breasts again. I could feel rap rapid beat of his heart. At least I knew he was enjoyihe ghe game.

Finally, he pushed me back down on all fours and I felt his shaft at my entrance. He pushed in gently as I moaned with pleasure. He pushed all the way in, then was still, rubbing my back lightly, trying to calm me. I let out another whimper and he shushed me again. I felt him bend over me, reaching between my legs for my nub. I jumped and pushed back on him at the sensation as he touched me. But he wouldn’t let me get away. He stimulated my nub as he began to slowly pull out and sink himself again. Over and over, it was all to much. I pushed back along him throwing my head back and squealing out my release. His efforts sped up and he soon moaned out his release as well.

I was panting, on all fours with him still inside me. He pulled out and I heard him mutter a cleaning charm over each of us. Cleaning charm ? I whirled my head around and saw Draco smiling at me.




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