After Party

Warnings:  Threesome, light BDSM, M/M/F

Snape’s Finale

Once inside the opulent suite, Severus instructed the blindfolded man to kneel, and place his hands behind his back.  The haughty newcomer did as he was asked, grateful to find some type of cushion beneath his knees. He knelt, his back to the large, raised bed, facing the door.  Leaning into the kneeling man’s neck, Severus whispered.

“We must prepare.” The kneeling man nodded, his long silky hair, nearly silver blonde in colour, sliding up and down his shoulders as he did. 

“We are to speak only when questioned.”  Severus began to recite the list of rules for the evening’s entertainment. 

“We answer simply, ‘Yes or No’.” Severus circled around the proud form of the man kneeling before him, gloating.  “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”  The man answered simply, voice low with a barely audible rumble of discontent. He heard the oddly soft pop of an apparition, and felt Severus fall to his knees beside him. 

He felt, rather than heard, another person approach them, smelling of lavender and fresh air.  ‘A woman?’  Malfoy thought, quite surprised.  He focused on the rustle of fabric as this new person circled around the two men, appraising them as she went. Natalie smiled in appreciation, drinking in the submissive postures of the two such powerful wizards, kneeling, waiting for her command.  Lucius felt the crackle of magic behind him as the sweet smelling woman conjured something silently. 

Natalie smiled again.  ‘This might be quite interesting.  Man, I hope I don’t let Severus down.’

She trembled in anticipation, and a vague hint of self-doubt.  Rolling her wrist, she conjured a black silk scarf and allowed it to flow sensuously through her fingers as she walked to stand in front of her partner in crime.  The silence in the room was palpable, painful even, to her sensitive ears; only the faint sound of their breathing breaking the strained silence.  Locking eyes with Severus, she smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring mien although not too reassuring. 

“You’ve done well, my Severus.”  She purred, running her free hand through his hair.  He fought valiantly not to lean into her hand, to maintain his position, and the façade.

“This one is very pretty.” 

She complimented them both, dragging the silk around Severus’ neck as she circled behind the other man in order to comb her fingers through the satin locks, lifting it with both hands, then watching in rapt fascination as the strands slipped through her fingers. 

“Platinum blonde, so very pale, my eyes enjoy the contrast, my dark one.” 

She placed one hand on each of their shoulders leaning forward so that her cloth covered bosom brushed against the back of their nearly touching shoulders.  Severus swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing. 

“My dark one, you may speak freely for two minutes only.”  She rewarded him, releasing him from the constraints of his own game. 

“Mistress?”  His voice rose in the inflection of a question. 

“Yes my dark one?”  She spoke, voice soft, seductive, piquing the blonde’s curiosity.

“Do you recognize your new toy?”  He asked, barely daring to breathe.

“No, sweet dark one, should I?”

She buried her fingers in the platinum tresses, dragging her nails across his scalp, under the blonde hair of her new plaything, eliciting an involuntary shiver from her new toy.

Severus bit down hard on the inside of his cheek to as he tried to keep from laughing. 

“Mistress, may I introduce Lord Lucius Malfoy?”  Snape immediately bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as he stifled his laughter. 

“LORD Malfoy?”  Her voice rose, quaking slightly.  She too bit her lip hard to keep from laughing, dropping her hand from his hair.  She reached beside him to yank Snape’s head backwards by his hair, not hard, but firmly, to glower at him.

Cheekily, he sneered back at her, whispering ever so quietly, pleased with his own ingenuity, “Payback from an April Fool!”

Snape’s comment confused an already befuddled Malfoy.  ‘Severus knows I prefer men for this.’  He thought, completely out of sorts by the woman’s presence and the odd, shared inside joke.

“Disrespectful.”  Natalie barked, lightly smacking Snape’s cheek with her bare hand, causing a loud pop, but not much else.

Malfoy quivered slightly at the sound. 

“My number one dark pet, prepare him.  You know my requirements.”  Natalie softly commanded, her voice brooking no argument, but not harsh; melodic, mesmerizing, spell-binding.  She settled into a large overstuffed chair to watch the show.

Snape slowly untied the blindfold around Lucius’ eyes, letting it slip from his face.  Lord Malfoy raised his steel grey eyes to view this strange woman for the first time.  He silently appraised the auburn haired woman, demurely clad in a royal blue dress, falling far past her ankles, hiding her shoes.  Her eyes were startling; the blue hues of her gown making them seem even bluer.  She held his gaze forthright, no emotion to be seen anywhere on her face.  He sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes travelled downward, over the minimum of porcelain skin revealed to him, down her arms, to where her hands rested on the arms of the chair, her red talons gleaming in the soft light of the room. 

Snape stood behind Lucius, knowing not to block his mistress’ view, unbuttoning the other wizard’s waistcoat of grey silk.  Natalie allowed the kneeling man to take in her appearance before slowly standing, and walking softly to stand before him.  She held up one hand to stop Severus, who instantly backed away, his hands dropping to his side, the pale skin of his fingers an elegant contrast to the harsh black of his trousers. 

“You shall be number 2 for the evening.  My dark pet will be number 1.  Do you understand number 2?”  She asked, staring down at Lucius.

He raised his face to hers, answering reverently.

“Yes, mistress.” 

With a sharp crack, Natalie struck his cheek, with her  using only her fingertips. Instantly, Lucius bowed his head, realizing his mistake.

“Do not look at me unless I instruct you to do so.  Understand number 2?”  She spoke gently, such an odd contrast to the strength of her blow.

“Yes, mistress.” 

“When number 1 comes to play these games, he chooses a word; a safe word that will instantly halt the game should circumstances become … overwhelming.”  Natalie nearly purred her voice low and comforting. 

“Number 1, have you chosen your word?”

“Yes, mistress.”  Snape crooned his voice equally low. 

“Speak it.”  Natalie demanded her voice harsher.

“Jobberknoll.”  Snape spoke clearly, his head still bowed.

“Number 2, repeat the word.” 

“Jobberknoll.”  Lucius hesitated for a split second, earning him another slap. 

“You will obey my commands instantly, number 2.”  Natalie barked, voice grown hard.

“Yes, mistress.”  He shuddered involuntarily, his cock began to swell. 

“Number 1, continue.”  Natalie waved her hand dismissively at Snape, and returned to settle into her chair. 

She entwined her fingers thoughtfully, fighting to keep an impassive mask on her face, watching as Severus relished loosening every button.  She granted him a small smile when he dared to look up at her, just as he neared Lucius’ waistband.  She tried to convey her question to him wordlessly and apparently did, as he graced her with one of his rare, true grins.  ‘I’m doing this right?’ She thought, amused.  

“Number 1, I enjoy your voice.  Talk to Number 2, tell him what you are doing, what you will do, and explain why.”

Swallowing a groan of joy, Snape merely answered, “Yes, Mistress.”  Then, he began a litany of explanations in his best bedroom baritone. 

“The mistress enjoys seeing her pet’s flesh, naked, just as nature intended.  She does not like to rush preferring to take her time. Our anticipation of the pleasure or pain brings her joy.”  Severus removed Malfoy’s belt with excruciating deliberateness. 

“Number 2!”  She barked, hoping to startle Lucius into raising his head, but he didn’t.  Pausing, she continued, her eyes locked on Severus’, who was unsure what was to come next, and felt his cock engorge at that uncertainty.  She was adlibbing from their script. 

“Look at me, I desire to watch your eyes.” 

Instantly, Lucius snapped his head up, eyes riveted to hers. 

“Good.”  Natalie smiled warmly.

“Reward him, my number 1.” 

A shiver passed over both men simultaneously.  Snape slid his long fingers into the front of Lucius’ dark grey trousers, and straightened his painfully bent cock.

“Thank him number 2.”

“Thank you for my reward, number 1.” 

Snape did not dare speak.  He watched Natalie’s metamorphosis before his very dark eyes. 

“Reward yourself, number 1.” 

Inwardly groaning, Snape rearranged his trapped member as well. 

“Thank me, number 1.”  Natalie sniffed disdainfully, studying her finger nails now.

“Thank you mistress.”  He purred, low and deep in his throat.

Natalie bit the inside of her lip to fight back her reaction to his voice.

“Continue.”

Snape returned to disrobing the Lord Malfoy.  When he finally freed all of the damn buttons, Natalie spoke once more.

“Stand number 2.”  Lucius leapt to his feet in front of Snape.

“Remove your clothes.”  Natalie commanded.   “Slowly.”

Malfoy’s eyes widened a bit, unused to taking orders, most of all from a woman, but he did as instructed, removing each item of clothing and placing it neatly on a nearby chair.  Against his will, he was actually beginning to feel quite excited at the prospect of what this newcomer might do.  His pale cheeks coloured slightly when it came time to remove his boxers.  He glanced curiously over at Natalie, and before he knew what was happening she was standing to the side of him, a velvet covered riding crop in her hand.

Natalie brought the crop up hard on the underside of blonde’s buttocks.  It made a loud snap, causing more noise than pain, but hard enough to sting his sensitive cheeks.

“I did not give you permission to turn your head.”  She hissed in his ear. 

Returning to her seat, she smiled at the tense, angry set of the blonde man’s jaw, but when he removed his pants, her eyes flickered downward and noticed the half erect member.  He was unable to hide the fact that he was not adverse to her treatment of him.

“Very good.”  Natalie complimented him.  She stood again, walking towards the now naked man standing in the centre of the room.  She slipped her wand from her sleeve, making sure Lucius focused on it.  She then spun lightly on her heel, strode purposefully to the low table near the fire place, and gently laid her wand next to theirs which were already resting there, emphasizing the point that much of the evening’s planned entertainment would stem from the fact that she did not need a wand to make them submit to her.

When she turned around again, she allowed her eyes to rove over the well-sculpted form of the haughty wizard standing before her.  She graced him with an approving smile. 

“Number 1, strip.”  She commanded Snape, who immediately complied.  

“Finish preparing number 2.”  She barked again.

Snape stood in front of him and placed thick, heavy straps over his shoulders.  The straps were joined at the sternum by a large, ornate silver disc, to which several more straps were attached.  Malfoy stood obediently as Snape wrapped two straps around the man’s waist, moving behind the pale man to thread them through loops at the end of the shoulder straps.  He pulled them tight before fastening them.

The final strap, broader than the others, hung down and was fed through his legs.  The strap was pulled between his legs and his genitalia pulled through the opening, conveniently placed for such a purpose.  The broad strap separated just behind the blonde’s balls and when Snape fastened the ends to the rest of the harness, it served to pull Malfoy’s butt cheeks apart.  Snape fastened the final strap to the buckle just above his buttocks.

It was tight and uncomfortable, but Malfoy dared not complain, the sting of the crop still smarting across his bottom, especially since the whole contraption was so familiar to him, having used one similar to it himself a number of times, with the roles reversed.

Leather cuffs were fastened to his wrists, ankles and neck, each sporting a silver hoop.  Malfoy, although he enjoyed being humiliated at rare times, had never been strapped up this way before now and opened his mouth to complain.  Snape was ready for him and pressed something through his parted lips before strapping the protrusion around his head.

His hands instinctively lifted to try and remove the offensive object from his mouth, but Natalie once more stood and moved in front of him, bestowing on him yet another blow, this time to the opposite cheek.

“It stays.  I am sure you recognise what you have in your mouth.  If you are good it will stay as it is, if you disobey me...” Natalie ran a finger over the front of his mouth and the small rubber cock in his mouth grew to twice its original size.  His eyes widened in horror until she ran her finger over his lips again and it shrunk. Natalie smiled in secret joy over his obvious discomfort, and thought of allowing Severus to use the gag at some point, for her, of course.

Meanwhile, Snape grabbed Malfoy’s wrists, pulled him forward and hooked the silver rings to their twins at his ankles.  Now, Malfoy was holding onto his own ankles, his arse in the air, his buttocks spread wide, and there was nothing he could do about it.  His face flamed in humiliation.

He jerked slightly when he felt fingers spreading his cheeks even wider, then bit down on the rubber cock when he saw a pair of high heeled feet, the tips of the toes gleaming with silver, under his nose.  ‘That meant it was … oh gods no.’

Natalie passed the long, black silk scarf to Snape, who proceeded to feed it into the cleft of Malfoy’s arse, leaving the silky fabric hanging free to brush against his legs.  Malfoy could feel the tail end of the scarf tickling him.  This was new and he wondered why it was there.

“Don’t drop my scarf, number 2.”  She spoke as she stroked the back of a smooth enamelled nail over the bright red marks on his pale buttocks.  She softly brushed her fingertips over the gleaming black silk, showcased against the glowing pale skin of Lord Malfoy. Snape’s eyes were riveted to three items: the red marks on the smooth pampered flesh of Malfoy’s backside, Natalie’s hand on his skin, and the stark black strip of silk.  Snape shuddered slightly, his cock growing again.    

Natalie then knelt behind Malfoy, tugging at the straps to make certain they were tight.  She cupped his balls from behind and squeezed, enjoying the grunt that came from the gagged man.  His cock grew and she squeezed again, making him grunt louder.  An evil lopsided smile crossed Natalie’s face as she contemplated her new toy’s discomfort.  Malfoy stumbled forward awkwardly, involuntarily trying to escape the pressure from his mistress, his feet inching forward, trying not to fall.  Unable to use his hands to steady himself, only Natalie’s hand on the small of his back prevented him from toppling to the floor. The scarf slipped a few inches before Lucius regained control and stop its fall.  He had to struggle because of the leather contraption spreading him unnaturally wide. Snape’s heart leapt for joy at the sight of the scarf slipping, only to crash as Malfoy stopped its descent. 

Snape stood beside her now, naked, waiting for instruction. Natalie turned to face him, her eyes roaming the length of his body.  She allowed a fingernail to travel from the hollow of his throat, slowly down his chest, his abs, until she reached the tip of his cock. With exquisite deliberateness, she traced the cleft presented there, already glistening with seed.  Snape’s head fell back, his eyes closed. 

“Look at me, number 1.”  Natalie whispered.  “Watch what I am doing.”  Snape forced his eyes open, the dark pools of desire meeting hers momentarily, before dropping his head to where her red fingernail rested, barely touching his slit. 

“Number 2, you watch as well.”  Lucius shuffled around towards Snape while Natalie stepped to one side.   She pointed to the floor next to her.  “On your knees, Number 2.” She grasped his arm to steady him as he sank to the floor, head bent at an awkward angle to watch what was happening to Snape, his cloudy eyes riveted to the stark red nail still resting on the tip of Severus’ erection. His own erection rose higher.  ‘Who knew a woman could be so ... skilled?’

Natalie used the barest, sharpened edge of her gleaming crimson nail to trace the length of the magnificent erection presented for her pleasure.

“Is he not beautiful, Number 2?”  She crooned, reaching the juncture of his shaft and jewels.

Lucius nodded eagerly, struggling for control, his tongue pressing hard against the underside of his gag, salivating at the sight of the other man’s spectacular erection. 

“Please me.  Tell my precious dark pet how beautiful he is.”  Natalie ran the smooth, flat side of her nail between Snape’s testicles, not looking at either of her pets, revelling in the pure delight of the moment.  She snapped her fingers, and Malfoy’s gag disappeared.  Instantly, he gulped, then complied with her request.

“Number 1 is so beautiful, mistress.  His skin is like the purest of alabaster, a canvas on which to paint a masterpiece.” 

Natalie interrupted Malfoy’s monologue.  “Yes, number 2, he does present a glorious canvas.”  She turned away from Snape slowly to look at number 2, who now stared respectfully at the floor.  “Would you like a taste, number 2?” 

Malfoy shuddered, not able to control the reaction, he sighed, answering:  “Yes, mistress.” 

“You earned this reward, with the poetry of your words, number 2.”  She tilted his head to the side.  He watched in absolute fascination as she grasped Snape’s purpling erection in one hand, running her index finger through the pearly drops seeping from the tip.

“Perhaps, I shall allow you to use your voice as well.”  She purred, eyes on the steel grey eyes staring at her in utter amazement.

“Watch number 1.” 

Snape’s eyes locked on her finger as she gathered the semen on the pad of her fingertip, then reverently turned to offer the jewel to Malfoy, smearing the liquid on his lips. 

“Lick.” 

She directed him.  Malfoy proceeded to lick his lips, slowly, savouring every drop.  Snape groaned aloud as a few more drops of pre-cum oozed from his tortured tip. 

“Pop!”  The bat of the borrowed crop startled both men.  Natalie caught Severus off guard, and on the side of his right hip.  He nearly growled, catching himself at the last possible minute.

“Naughty number 1.” 

Natalie’s fingers smoothed over the stinging mark on the alabaster canvas of his skin, fascinated with the red on white marking.  She stalked around to the back of Severus, sighing in delight at the expanse of white skin on his back.  With just enough pressure to yield a thin red line, she drew a single nail from the nape of his neck, down his spine, stopping where he split into two lean orbs, leaving behind and angry looking welt. 

“Bend over, number 1.” 

Snape immediately complied, without a sound. 

“Hold this for me.”  Natalie shoved the velvet covered shaft of the crop between Snape’s cheeks, forcing him to clench uncomfortably to not drop the tool.

“Release him number 1.”

Snape moved awkwardly and stooped to release the blonde man’s cuffed wrists, straining to hold the crop in place for fear of another strike.

Malfoy stayed in position, his back and legs aching madly, but unwilling to move until given permission. 

“Number 2, stand.”   

Again, Natalie offered Lucius a steadying hand as he lurched to his feet, instantly wishing he had not, as his back and legs protested the sudden movement. His proud erection now pointing straight out from the leather restraints, the head also weeping copiously.

“Thank me, number 2.”

“Yes, mistress, thank you.”  Surprisingly, Lucius actually felt the gratitude he conveyed with his tone.

“Number 1, remove my robes.”  “Number 2, watch carefully, do not look at my face.”

Snape stood in front of his mistress, still clutching the crop between his cheeks as he bent to lift the hem of her gown.  His fingers brushed softly against her skin as he raised the gown slowly to lift it over her head.

Natalie raised her arms to allow him to remove the gown completely.  This time neither man could prevent the gasps that left their lips when they saw what she’d been hiding under her gown. Natalie’s eyes flashed in anger and she reached around to rip the crop from Snape’s cleft, bringing it down once, twice; first across Snape’s pale orbs, then proceeded to give the same punishment to Malfoy.

“You have been warned.  Do not disappoint me again.”  She told them harshly.

They struggled not to rub at the painful welts left by the crop, but Natalie didn’t seem to notice as she replaced the weapon between Snape’s cheeks.  Natalie allowed them to continue watching as she moved sensuously between them, using her assets to the best of her ability.  Brushing her leather clad breasts against Snape’s side as she worked her way around the two men.  As she moved, she dragged her nails through his patch of coarse dark hair, close to his skin sa as to not touch his penis.  She then turned her attentions to Lord Malfoy.  With the barest hint of pressure, she scratched those same talons across his chest, making sure to catch both his taut, pale nipples as she passed behind him, rubbing her leather breasts against his back.  Natalie purred, delighted at the thrill she felt; the glory of total power over two souls.  She knew they wanted to reach out, to touch her, their twitching, jerking members told her more than words ever could.

The sight of her in a black leather bustier, gleaming silver laces criss-crossed from just below the swell of her breasts down to her navel, peaking out from the leather, matching leather thong and those high, high heels, toes and heel tips gleaming with small silver adornments, was enough almost to force them to ejaculate where they stood.

Malfoy’s tongue protruded between his pale lips slightly, almost drooling at the vision in front of him.  In a movement too fast to see, Natalie hooked that tongue with her talons and pulled.  “I think I shall enjoy parading you around the room this way.”

“What do you think number 1?”

“Yes, mistress.”

She ran the back of her finger tenderly along his cheek.  “Fasten his wrists to the collar number 1.”

Snape complied and stood back.  Natalie led Malfoy slowly around the room by his tongue, the blonde man’s cheeks flaming with humiliation, but unable to defend himself for fear her nails would pierce his sensitive muscle.  Twice she walked him round the perimeter of the room, pulling slightly harder than was necessary, relishing the feeling of power she held over him. Malfoy’s gait was not so graceful as it could be, for fear of loosing the scarf in his lower cheeks.  Standing him in front of Snape, she released his tongue. 

“Perhaps now it will stay inside your mouth, unless called upon by me.”

Malfoy stood, head bowed, hands fastened to his throat, his eyes covertly on her body.

“Number 1, cushions.”

Snape, still squeezing tightly to the crop, immediately laid out several cushions on the floor before resuming his position.

Natalie lay down on her back, stretching out languidly, cat like, and looking up at the two men before her eyes locked with Snape’s.

“Worship me, number 1.”

Snape knelt, his hands clasped behind his back as he began to place small kisses, licks and nips at her throat and the swell of her breasts. Natalie almost melted at the sensations shooting through her at his tender ministrations.

“Number 2.”

Malfoy’s eyes glittered at the prospect of taking over from Snape. “My feet number 2, clean them, with your tongue. Do not tickle me.  I shall punish you if you do.”

Malfoy shuffled on his knees to Natalie’s feet.  He leaned forward and landed on his face, not having the benefit of his hands to support himself, he was also struggling to keep the scarf in place between his butt cheeks.  Managing to use his fingertips to hold his shoulders aloft, he stretched out on his front, pulled at a silver tipped heel of her shoe with his teeth and began to lick her feet clean, spreading her toes with the tip of his tongue, washing every bit of skin before starting again with the other foot. The bright red polish of her nails intrigued him, and he made sure to lick each smooth surface in turn.  His heart pounded in delight at the sight of the tiny silver serpent encircling her second toe, right foot, it’s tiny black eyes glittering at him tauntingly.  

“Enough.  Both of you stand.  NOW.”  She barked.

Snape was on his feet in an instant, but did not offer any assistance to Malfoy, who struggled to stand.

As he lurched, trying to balance, the silk scarf fluttered to the floor.  Natalie’s eyes darkened frightfully as she watched it settle in a black pool on the carpet.  Malfoy didn’t dare look up or speak.  Instinctively, Snape clenched the shaft of the crop even tighter.  With the sinewy grace of a true predator, Natalie crawled between Lucius’ legs, her hair brushing against his genitals as she retrieved her scarf.  She eased back through his legs to settle on her cushions again, threading the silk through her fingers, thoughtfully, prolonging Malfoy’s agony. 

“Bend over the end of the bed, number 2.”  Lucius shuffled over, his hands still trapped against the collar around his neck. 

“My crop, number 1.”  Natalie requested gently.  Snape respectfully handed the crop to Natalie. 

Lucius rested his cheek on the bed, the muscles of his legs quivering with the strain.  Natalie stood behind him, laying her hand on the small of his back, causing him to flinch slightly.  She ran the edge of the leather bat up the inside of his thigh, relishing the man’s inner struggle to not react to her movements. 

“Number 1, come here.”

Snape leaped to her side instantly.

“Release his hands.” Snape quickly answered her bidding, his hands trembling with anticipation. 

“Spread his arms out Number 1.”  Snape complied. 

“On the bed, face up, Number 1.”  Snape climbed on the mattress to lay rigidly, staring at the ceiling.  “Great Circe, a mirror!”  He thought, absolutely delighted. 

Natalie moved to his side of the bed.  Stroking his leg, she smiled down at him warmly, amazed at the strength of his erection still standing at attention. 

“Spread your legs, number 1.”  She grinned wickedly.  “One on either side of number 2’s head.  “Lift your upper body number 2.”  Lucius complied, struggling to maintain his outspread arms.  “Slide down number 1, hang your legs over the edge.”

Natalie’s manipulations positioned Snape’s crotch directly under Lucius’ face.  “You may lower yourself, number 2.” 

She moved back around to the side of Lucius.  “If he moves at all, number 1,  inform me.” 

“Yes, mistress.”

Natalie picked up the crop she had laid on the bed.  The air whistled around the shaft as she drew it back, then struck Malfoy’s backside with just the leather bat. 

The blonde man almost bit through his own tongue with the force of the blow.  His head bounced, an involuntary reaction but it meant his lips, now parted in surprise, moved against the tip of Snape’s considerable erection.

“Number 2 made contact with me, mistress.”  Snape told her, trying hard not to sound exultant, or like a tattle tale school boy.

“In what way did he touch you, number 1?”

“His lips touched my cock, mistress.” Snape valiantly sought to control any tremor in his voice, to remain dispassionate.

“Move away from him number 1, but stay on the bed, I want him to see you.”

Snape pulled away from Malfoy, lying on his back close enough that Malfoy could see him.

Natalie moved to the desk and pulled open a drawer.  After searching through an array of items, she removed one of them, thought for a moment, then removed a second.  Walking back to the bed, she leaned over and grabbed a fistful of blonde hair, twisting his head to face her. 

“You are a very bad boy, number 2.  You will have to be punished.  Would you like that number 2?”

“Yes mistress.”  He ground out, fear and anticipation eating at him.

“Spread your legs, number 2, and present your backside to me.”

He parted his legs and lifted his arse as much as was possible from his current position.

Natalie produced the first item she’d taken from the desk.  “Do you know what a butt plug is number 2?  You may answer.”

“Yes mistress.”  ‘Oh Gods.’  He thought,  ‘No, she can’t, I’ve never …’

Natalie whispered a spell to lubricate the plug, and shoved it hard past his sphincter, embedding the item firmly; taking a strange perverted delight in the pain she produced - decidedly a new sensation for the intrepid witch.

“Mmmph.”  He let out the muffled cry, the sudden intrusion causing no small amount of pain.  Natalie’s head whipped up at his sound of protest. 

“How dare you, number 2.  For that, I must double your punishment.”

Natalie took the second toy and poised it over the newly plugged bottom.

“Number 2, you shall watch as I reward number 1.  You may become excited, but you will not come.  You will make no sound and your face shall remain …impassive at all times.  You shall not move.”

“This”  She told him, raking a finger against the end of the butt plug, causing it to grow and pulse inside of him.  “Is punishment for daring to touch my number 1 pet with your lips.”

“This.”  Natalie tapped the handle of the paddle and it slapped hard on Malfoy’s buttocks.  “Is for the sound you uttered.  It will spank you at regular intervals.  Should you utter another sound, alter your expression in any way, or do anything without my express permission, it will increase in speed and intensity.  It is the same for the plug.”

Natalie crawled slowly onto the bed and told Snape to lie top and tail beside Malfoy.

“Watch what I am doing number 2.  See while he enjoys, what you have not earned.”

Natalie positioned herself between her lover’s legs and lowered herself.  She flicked her tongue over the tip of his weeping cock.

Snape screwed his eye tight, he so wanted to plunge his member into her mouth, but dared not.  Natalie teased him for a little while, licking and laving, but not wrapping her lips around him.

“Number 1.  I want you to watch number 2 at all times.  You will tell me if he … disobeys my orders.”

Snape turned his head in the other man’s direction, glittering jet black eyes locked to equally glittering silver.  He could see the strain telling in the silver eyes before him, more so than his own agonizing craving.

Snape’s eyes widened momentarily when he felt a hot, wet, velvety softness enclose the head of his painful erection. He regained control of his breathing, focusing solely on his own inhalations, allowing his entire body to relax and accept Natalie’s dominance and reward.

Malfoy let out an audible breath, his eyes now riveted to his mistress’ ruby red lips wrapped around Snape’s cock.  Immediately the plug in his arse swelled and vibrated.  It was uncomfortable yet so pleasurable at the same time.  The paddle whacked his abused backside harder and more frequently.  His buttocks stung immensely.  The plug swelled enough to lightly touch his prostate, the vibrations exciting him almost beyond his control.  All these sensations combined to make him desperate to be inside someone, anyone, anything.  But his cock was trapped under his belly.  He could do nothing, even his hands were outspread, and he was allowed no movement; no ability to relieve himself.

Natalie’s head was bobbing back and forth now over Snape’s mammoth erection, her hand cupping his balls, the nails of her free hand raking gently down his chest.  Once more Malfoy tried to stifle a groan at what he was seeing, what he was feeling, but to no avail.  He let out a strangled, barely audible cry and his arse was stretched unbelievably wide, his prostate jiggled furiously and his cheeks pounded mercilessly by the paddle.  He wanted desperately to come, he was so close, his balls were tightening.

“Mistress.  Number 2 is responding to his toys.” Snape’s unemotional voice ratted on his counterpart while internally he rejoiced and pouted.  ‘So close.  Damn Malfoy.’

Natalie removed her mouth from Snape’s cock.  Snape struggled not to shiver from the sudden lack of warmth around his phallus.  Natalie knelt to stare thoughtfully at the suffering wizard for a few moments.  She seemed to reach a decision.  Climbing from the bed, she went back to the desk drawer and removed two more items, slammed it shut and returned to the bed.

“Turn him over number 1.”

Snape turned on his side and rolled Malfoy onto his back.  Quickly and efficiently, Natalie placed a cock ring around the base of the blonde man’s cock and tightened it.

“Roll him back.”



Snape did and Natalie produced a long, thin dildo.  Opening a small section in the base of the butt plug, she inserted the dildo and closed the partition.

“Now lay him on his side, facing you with his knees drawn up.  Lock his wrists to them.”

So Malfoy was laid on his side, his knees almost to his chest and his wrists locked to the sides of his ankles.

Natalie gave an evil grin and picked up the crop.  With a wave of her hand, it became a foot long, leather covered pole, a strap at each end.

“Fasten this between his knees number 1.”

When he finished and laid back in position, Natalie snapped her fingers.

Malfoy was still being paddled, the butt plug still swelled and vibrated, but the dildo now thrust in and out at an alarming rate.  The ring served to prevent him from coming and Malfoy thought he would implode when his mistress returned to her ministrations on Snape’s cock.

“You may vocalise your pleasure number 1. Number 2, you may not.”



Malfoy’s face reddened with tension, the muscles in his neck taut with the strain, his breath coming in short sharp gasps.  The ring around the base of his cock was the only thing that prevented him from ejaculating. His breathing became erratic.  He watched in absolute amazement as Snape seemed to relax under Natalie’s ministrations, not struggling at all, allowing her to mete out his reward as dispassionately as he accepted her punishments.

When Snape climaxed, without a single sound or movement other than the pulsing of his shaft as it shot golden streams of semen into the air to fall back over his own rock hard abdomen, across Natalie’s upturned face, and a few glistening drops falling on Malfoy’s cheek, Lucius groaned, mewling the one word to save himself.

“Jobberknoll.”  He whispered pitifully, voice hoarse.  Natalie instantly released the spells on her instruments, and rolled him over to remove the cock ring with a speed that he thought could only have come from practice.   Malfoy ejaculated with such force that his stream sailed high into the air, his body convulsing with the force.  Snape shoved himself into a sitting position, staggered by Malfoy’s surrender.  Malfoy lay gasping on his back, eyes screwed shut.  Natalie quickly unclasped his hands and knees, climbing over him to sit to his side, holding his hand.  She cast a glowering look at Snape before focusing her attention on the distraught man laying between them. 

“Are you alright Lucius?”  Natalie laid a soft hand on his brow, brushing back his sweat dampened hair.  “Lucius?”

“Bloody brilliant.”  He whispered.  “Absolutely bloody brilliant.” 

Snape smirked at Natalie’s look of astonishment, saying ‘I told you so.’ in one glance.  Natalie collapsed on to her back, laughing heartily. 

“My gods, Malfoy, I thought I killed you.” 

“They don’t call it le petite mort for nothing, my dear.”  Lucius smiled.  Snape chuckled, a low rumbling sound. “I never dreamt of such a climax without any … contact, or from a … uh … woman.”  Lucius sighed, his body finally relaxing.  He opened his eyes, to stare amazed at his own reflection in the overhead mirror.

“Merlin be praised, a mirror?”  He was astonished.  “Why didn’t I ever think of that?” 

Natalie laughed even harder.  Tears forming in her eyes.  “Old muggle trick, gentlemen.  I didn’t realize it would be such a novelty.” 

“Indeed?”  Snape added to the conversation.

“Indeed.”  Natalie answered him.  “Oh, and by the way, my dear Severus, next time you pick out shoes for me, may I suggest you try walking in them first.  Yeesh!”  She griped good naturedly, silently summoning her wand from the table, and transfiguring the gleaming black and silver shoes to his feet. 

“Natalie!”  He yelped in protest. 

“As a matter of fact, I think I would be amused to see you try to walk in those shoes, number 1.”  She spoke with emphasis and the threat of dire consequences in her voice. 

Lucius shuffled to his elbows to watch as Snape teetered quite painfully in the stiletto heeled shoes.  He smirked, grimaced, then guffawed along with Natalie. 

“So you think that’s funny, number 2?”  She cast her wand in a quick wave over him, and dressed him in the tightly laced bustier and thong, herself now naked.

“Now that is funny, indeed.”  Snape commented dryly.

“I don’t recall giving either of you permission to speak.”  Natalie twirled the polished wood of her wand in her fingers.  Both men ceased their vocalizations instantly, staring at each other joyfully.  Natalie ignored them to cast a summoning charm at a side table, where a meal fit for a queen appeared. 

“I’m hungry.”  She stated, reclining on the obscenely large pile of pillows, floating her wand back to the table.  “Feed me.”

The two wizards nearly fell over each other to retrieve the food and return to their mistress lying in state on the expansive bed.

Natalie laid on her back as the wizards offered her various delicacies, their eyes glued to her mouth as she took first one morsel and chewed it, then another, poking out her tongue to catch the slowly dripping honey from a proffered prawn.  They continued to take turns feeding her, until Natalie finally raised a hand to say she’d eaten enough.

“You may eat now, my pets.  I want to see you feed each other … nicely.”