Don\'t judge a book by its cover...

DON\'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER
Contains Dacryphilia, BDsM, CBT and references to Scat,

A/N -This is very much a second chapter/ follow up to Spying in the Forest, it may help to read that first.

You will leave now.\" I tell her \"You will not mention this to anyone, Slytherin will not lose house points for your stupidity, we will win the house cup this year, we will take it back from Gryffindor.\" I check myself, I am becoming over anxious, I am unsure what if anything she saw in the forest. \"No one will see you leave my chambers and no one must know you have ever been here.\"

I open my door and creep into the corridor, I can see there is no-one else about. \"Go now, it is clear, and NEVER mention this to anyone.\"

She walks away quickly. She doesn\'t even look back. No-one crosses me and gets away with it. I close the door silently behind her; leaning on it to catch my breath, making sure it is closed securely. I ward it completely. I do not wish to be disturbed, again.

Walking to the door of my bedchamber I extinguish the candles which lit my room. I am anxious but have to Compose myself, controlling my breathing, emptying my mind. I cautiously knock on the door of my bedchamber. I await a response. I do not mind waiting. I know it will be worth it.

i hear the door open. My anxiety grows, i am on edge

\'What do you want\' the voice is intolerant, expectant, hushed

Pleadingly i respond \" Sir, i wish to beg your forgiveness for dismissing you in the forest ,Sir\"

There is a long silent pause as He considers my plea.

\"Go ahead\" He whispers sarcastically

Without looking up i kneel on the cold dungeon floor and lick the bare feet that stand before me, i lick them like my life depends on it. Then i kiss each individual toe like they are the mouth of a long lost love.
And Argus Filch lets me.
\"You are somewhat forgiven\" He responds \"but do not think that this token will allow you to escape your fair punishment. Go to the oubliette and present in slave mode\"

i walk across the room, to a square on the floor; bending down i open the trapdoor to the oubliette, leaving it open i lower myself into the darkest, subterranean depths of the dungeon. i remove my clothes. Argus is standing behind me and demands that i turn around, away from him. i do as i am told.

i feel His fingers on my neck as He gathers my hair from my naked back. i can smell the Nepeta, on His hands, the aroma by which His damned cat locates him. The smell engulfs me, almost choking me.

\"Be still He tells me.\" His voice calm, clear, calculated

i dare not move, i do not know what Master has planned tonight but i know it will be fine, it always is. i am in total awe of my Master. i feel a fine mist on my skin, preceded by a hiss. He is spraying my hair with water. i feel cord around my neck, draped over my shoulders. The cord moves, He is binding my hair and He is binding it tightly, it will be tighter still when it dries.

i still cannot move, i am not even allowed to flex my fingers.

Master instructs me to lie down on the floor, where, in the dim light, i see that He has already placed a latex sleep sack. He helps me into position and pulls the sleep sack over my feet and up my legs. My arms are placed in the internal sleeves and i am zipped in. My entire body is encased in black rubber, my arms are restrained at my sides. i could not move if i wanted to. Argus buckles the collar round my neck. i am totally confined in my compression.

He reaches for my now erect cock. His hands are soft and He touches me like i am delicate and made of glass. i so want him to hold me firmly or really fucking hard. He is kneeling and His face is now inches from me. He holds a length of dark green velvet, fashioned into a tube. He slips the sheath over my cock and decorates it with lengths of silver filament. i would like to see what He is doing, but can only see His hands moving the materials. i can feel pleasure from the tightness of the knots, i can feel rope textures being plaited around each of my balls, pulling them apart and away from my body.

He stops to admire His work, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins makes control incredibly difficult. My body wants to fight or run, i know these sensations. My bowels and bladder are trying to empty themselves but i dare not move. i do not wish to upset my Master, but the feelings of powerlessness are delicious. i have no control yet am being pleasured beyond my dreams.

He moves up my body and zips a hood over my bound hair. Covering my eyes,

i am sealed.

Dark

Warm

Protected

Safe

i lie bound for a long while. i have no concept of how long in my forced darkness. My Master is silent, He may have left me alone, but we have done this so many times before i know that i can trust him, He even carries His scissors when we are not in a scene in case He discovers an experimenting student in difficulty. Master would never leave me here alone and restrained.

Eventually, i feel the warmth of His hands through the latex and know the time has come for Master to move me. He rolls me carefully on to my side. My arse is protruding through the back opening and sticks to the stone floor as i am moved. It smarts.

er ber beats my bare arse with His favourite leather paddle, an intermittent rhythm, i do not know which cheek will get the next whap. Will it come high or low, and from which direction? It\'s becoming so intense. It\'s starting to hurt too much. Sometimes Master can get carried away.

\'Red\' i whisper \'Red\' Immediately Master stops, He knows a safe word when He hears it.

i feel His healing hand, a stroke, a caress and He gently massages my sore skin. Master can be very tender when He choses.

He smoothes lotion gently into my burning, flesh, lovingly attending to me. The soothing lotion smells of sandalwood and allows His smooth hands to glide effortlessly over my exposed skin.

i wait to see what delights He has planned for me and i feel sensual tiny kisses over my freshly whealed skin. i feel His hot tongue between my cheeks and the delicious sensation of His hot dribbled spit. His tongue flicks in and out of my hole and i can feel the bindings on my cock tighten. i so want him to continue. i can barely control myself any longer, It hurts to hold my shit in, i dare not let it go now, Master does not like scat games, not while i am bound, but it feels so beautiful i begin to sob. Argus knows how to make me react.

He hears my sobs, carefully rolling me over, He whispers \"Its ok Severus, I like to make you cry, your tears are very, very special to me\" Master removes the cock bindings and my hood. He wipes my tears away with His kisses. Unzipping the body bag He sits me up and wraps me in an oversized warm blanket.

Cradling me in His arms, He brushes an escaped stray hair from my face, i lift my head to look into His beautiful grey eyes and our lips meet.

A/N -
An oubliette is a dungeon with the only entrance or exit being a trap door in the ceiling. The inverse capitalisation is because Severus is submissive and does not deserve a capital letter for himself or his feelings in this situation. At the start he is being dominant with the student and therefore there is no doubt about his feelings when he says \'I\'
Does anyone have any suggestions where to take this now, think doing it from Argus\' point would be \'over egging the mix\'
Please review. Any comments, as long as they are from your heart are welcomed