Dominating Potions

Not mine. If they were the books would not be in the children’s 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 4 – Dressed for the night

Once in the bedroom Hermione began to second-guess herself.

“What am I doing?” She asked herself. He is old enough to be my father. ‘But he doesn’t look it.’ Her inner voice spoke up. ‘You saw that body’. Oh yeah that body. It made her quiver in excitement to think of it. All lean muscle with nary a wrinkle in sight. Trying to shut down the part of her brain that was frantically asking what she thought she was doing she began to gather a few things from her bag.

After sliding it under the bed again she looked around to make sure there were no clues as to her real identity sitting out where he might see them. The list of things to prepare was hastily shoved into a drawer. (Like he hasn’t seen Mistress Dora’s handwriting before?) But seeing a to-do list might start pieces falling together. One more look around the room and a short pep-talk later she was once more moving toward the door and the man waiting to be punished. Her lips curled into a feral smile as she thought of what she would do to the nasty potions master.

He was naked and waiting. His hands clasped behind his back, shouldersel, el, and head dropped meekly just as he should be. With out a word she began to dress him in the strips of leather she held.

Walking around behind him she first fastened the wide pieces of leather to his wrists leaving thin strips trailing from them. Then still behind him she fastened the other set of wide leather cuffs and thin leashes to his ankles. The silence in the room was her own idea. Both the men she had had as masters talked throughout the setting of a scene, telling her what they were planning. She liked the silence and the slight fear of the unknown. If Snape had stiffened or shown any wish to know what was planned she would have spoken but the only motions he made were the smmovemovements necessary to allow her to place the restraints on his body. ‘He is experienced’. Her mind reminded her. ‘He probably knows or at least has an idea of what you are planning.’ Finishing with the ankle cuffs she stood.

There were only four pieces left. Setting the smaller ones aside she walked around in front of him. “Kneel” she ordered. This was one disadvantage of being the shorter partner. As he lowered himself to his knees she decided that perhaps it was not a disadvantage after all. She was standing close enough to feel the puff of his breath against the leather and silk she wore.

She stood in silence for a moment looking down at his bent head, enjoying the moment. Then she reached down and truly touched his skin for the first time. She cupped her hand under his chin and lifted it so that he had nothing to look at but the ceiling, exposing his neck to her. This was one of the things she had learned early on. Being forced to expose your neck and was very submissive and she discovered very sexy.

Hermione slid her hand down and scraped her fingernails across then down his throat. She liked the feel of his tight swallow under her fingers so she did it again, harder. She was pleased to see small red lines follow her fingers as the nails abraded the tender skin of his throat. She continued to touch him with her fingertips and nails as she walked around so that she was standing behind him, between his legs.

She lifted the thick stiff piece of leather in her hand over his head so that it was in his line of vision. His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips as he gazed at the collar held suspended over his head. She took one end in each hand and slowly lowered it out of his range of vision and laid it against his throat. Hermione then slid one hand into the silky hair at the back of his head and pushed so that he was looking straight ahead. She then fastened the clasp at the back of his neck.

Not able to resist feeling his body against her she leaned over his shoulder to adjust the positioning of the loop in front. Turning her head she laid her lips against his ear and softly asked. “Too tight?”

She felt his body move beneath her chest as he drew in a ragged breath and answered quietly. “No Mistress Dora.”

Not wanting to leave his body yet she asked one more question. “Remember your safe words?” His body shivered as her lips brushed his ear again.

Snape gave a slight dip of his head in response. As if testing the limits of the collar he now wore.

“Good boy.” She whispered then sent her tongue to swirl around the outer shell of his ear as a reward for his actions. She smiled as she felt another tremor in his body just before she stepped back away from him.

This was going to be a fun weekend.

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More leather. She was putting the wonderful material on his skin. Wide cuffs on his wrists and ankles with whip thin leashes, promised to hold him in place when she wanted them to. Then she ordered him to kneel. He had seen the pieces of black leather in her hand and knew what at least one of them was. Snape carefully knelt at his mistress’ feet and waited.

At last he was able to feel her skin on his as she cupped his chin and raised it. His eyes took in the body encased in leather before him as he raised his head. When he could tip his head no farther and all he could see was the ceiling above him she made him tremble with nothing more than a touch of her nails on his throat. He swallowed hard.

‘Oh Merlin.’ He thought he was going to explode in another moment. Then the collar came into his view. All he could see was that sexy stri lea leather with a large golden loop swinging gently above his eyes. He licked his dry lips in anticipation.

Snape blinked his eyes as she pushed his head down, moved his hair and fastened the collar. The feel of her body pressing against his back was heaven and hell. His hands still clasped at his back were between her legs. If he moved them just a little he would be able to feel her heat. Her lips on his ear burned as she spoke. He responded out of habit still focused on his hands. He argued with him self about the wisdom of moving.
Just a small touch.
No I can’t she is in charge.
I want to touch.
No.
Please.
No.
I want to touch...touch...touch.
I can’t.
Just take a deep breath. That will lift my hands enough to touch.
But...
Finally he decided that if he took a deep breath it would move his hands with out resulting in too much punishment while giving him the pleasure of touching her center where he wanted to. He nodded in response to her next whisper and had his breath stolen by her tongue on his ear.

It was all he could do not to cry out as he took a breath to find that she had moved away.

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Hermione was enjoying the feeling of power. She had felt the tension in Snape’s body as she stepped away. She knew how close he had been to being able to touch her. But that was a long way off for him. She had other plans. The only problem now was that she wanted several different things right now and she had to decide which one would happen first. But there was no reason to put off his punishment. Then she would decide what she wanted next.

As she stepped around him she reached out for the last three pieces of leather. The long leash she hooked to the loop on his collar. The second she draped over her shoulder. The smallest piece she held suspended in front of his face.

“Do you know what this is?” She inquired.

“Yes Mistress Dora.”

“And have you ever worn one?

“Yes Mistress Dora.”

“Good.” She opened her hand and let the contents fall to the floor between them. “Put it on.” She had never seen one of these in person and was not sure she would know how to put in on him. She was going to watch and enjoy the show as he put the last leather restraint in place.

As she watched his hand close around the leather then brush against himself while he worked to fit it around the pouch between his legs, inspiration hit. She knew what she would do after his punishment.

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A/N: Big thanks to my two betas: snapesbbwlover and amethyst. With out them this story would still be a wish and a file on a broken down computer.