The Burning Pen

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Authors Note: Unfortunately, this particular snippet is “illustrated” and not “animated” simply because I wrote it first, then was unable to find any clips to manipulate that would capture it. Normally I write to the animation itself. So I pieced together a maniped illustration of Severus in his leather straps and restraint instead. I’ll keep looking but I wanted to get the snippet up.
 

Snippet #9 (HG/SS)
Mistress and Slave
For now...
 

“You are a worm, Severus Snape! A bloody worm!” Hermione hissed at the Potions Master who stood before her, his torso and loins girded in thick leather straps and his hands bound before him in fleece-lined leather bracelets that were locked together. His head was lowered, lank hair curtaining his face, eyes on the floor. Slowly he began to raise it. Hermione’s face contorted. How dare he?

THWACK!

Hermione struck him across the chest with the riding crop, making sure the tip of it hit flesh. The pale wizard expelled a quick breath at the delicious sting and let his head drop again.

”I didn’t tell you that you could look at me! Why would I reward someone as pitiful as you in that manner?” the witch demanded, walking around him slowly.

The wizard’s dark eyes rested on the black stiletto heels clicking past him, and he nearly drooled. But he had to hide his reaction…if Hermione saw it, she would be displeased. When Hermione was displeased, she wouldn’t punish him.

She would leave him unfulfilled and torment him with her presence.

During the day, the Potions Master was just as cold and sarcastic to the witch as anyone else…actually more so, because he knew there would be nights like this in the subdungeons when Hermione would take him to task for his public treatment of her.

Suddenly the crop was brought down on his back, the wizard jerking as the gorgeous black and red woven leather tip slashed his skin, a pink welt rising in contrast to his pale flesh.

“When I ask a question I expect it to be answered, worm,” Hermione growled, walking back around him, “Now, why would I reward you?”

”You wouldn’t,” Snape said silkily.

”You’re damn right. You don’t deserve a reward,” Hermione said, grasping his strapped cock and shaking it roughly.

The Potions Master’s huge tool was encased in five metal rings held in places by a strip of leather, the final ring fitted around his balls. A metal D-ring hung from the end. That was where Hermione attached the leash or weights when she felt like it. She didn’t attach anything tonight. But she had placed a cooling spell on the instrument that made the wizard draw up trembling, though he didn’t dare complain as she put it on him.
 

[ IMAGE OF SNAPE IN GEAR ]

That would have displeased her.

Severus gritted his teeth as she tugged on his cock, which was swollen to a great size. Oh gods, that hurt soooo good. Hermione let him go and walked back around him. The wizard shuddered as she pressed her small, partially leather encased body against his back.

Hermione was dressed in a kind of leather bodice, laced up in the front, her breasts exposed and hard-tipped. She wore a specialized black leather thong that had a hole in the front of it, surrounded by a metal brace and a wider crotch piece beneath, also with a hole so her pussy was accessible, if she deigned to have it accessed. And of course, the black stilettos which were not only devastatingly sexy, but functional, giving the short witch the height she needed to deal with her “slave.”

Hermione;s hair was oiled and pulled straight back into a severe ponytail and dark eyeliner gave her amber eyes a cat-like appearance, particularly when she narrowed them. She wore black lipstick and two black leather studded bracelets on her wrists, the points slightly dulled. She would press these into the wizard’s skin on occasion.

“You called me an arrogant, egotistical bit of fluff yesterday,” she said to the wizard softly, “You said I should stick to my dusty tomes and leave Potions to the Masters. Several Slytherins heard you and laughed. I don’t like being laughed at, worm.”

Severus didn’t respond. Yes, he had called her that when she interrupted a quick discussion he was having with several Potions students in the dungeon corridor, interjecting that fluxweed could be used as a substitute for dragonsbane in the particular elixir he had been discussing. Hermione was Hogwarts’ librarian, Madam Pince having retired several years ago. She was twenty-five now.

“You think you’re a Master?” she breathed at him.

”At Potions, Mistress,” he replied softly.

He could feel her sneer.

”At Potions, Mistress,” Hermione mimicked, an ugly look on her face.

Severus’ eyes closed as she pulled her body away from him and walked toward the small table in the corner. He stole a peek at her as she selected something from it and fiddled with her front, her back turned to him.

A surge of excitement shot through the wizard and he quickly dropped his head again as Hermione turned around and walked back toward him. She stopped a few inches from the wizard, whose eyes glazed as he saw the rather thin, short dildo she had attached to her thong.

”Your corridor needs cleaning,” the witch said, walking back behind the wizard and covering her index finger in saliva.

Severus gasped slightly as he felt the tip of her finger push against his rectum, then enter his body, Hermione using her thumb to caress the sensitive strip of flesh between his balls and his ass as she pressed her finger deep inside him, lubricating the orifice. He grunted, trying to keep from vocalizing his pleasure as the witch lubed him up.

“You’re a tight little worm,” she breathed, her hot breath rolling over his skin.

Hermione withdrew her finger, moved closer to him and spread the wizard’s cheeks with her small hands, then positioned herself, the small head of the dildo pressing against his asshole, then penetrating it, the witch humping against him lewdly. It was only about four inches long and smooth, so she caused him no great pain. She had larger ones, but for tonight this would do.

”Tell me you love me, worm,” Hermione hissed, reaching around the wizard and placing one hand on his belly and wrapping the other around his bound cock, thrusting into him and rolling her pelvis.

The Potions Master fought back the groans that threatened to erupt from him as the little witch fucked his ass and said hoarsely, “I love you, Mistress.”

”You love it when I fuck you like a little bitch too, don’t you?” she asked him, speeding up, Severus eyes starting to roll up into his head as she rubbed his belly and tightened her grasp on his cock.

”Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, his pale body rocking back and forth and pressure building in his balls.

“I know you do,” she said, pressing her soft, firm breasts into his back, “Do you want to fuck me back?”

Severus bit his lip, trying to keep from ejaculating.

”Oh yes, Mistress…yessss,” he hissed.

“You want in on this soft wet pussy do you?” Hermione asked him, rolling her hips the wizard rising to his toes for a moment.

Hermione slapped his belly hard.

“Stay still! I didn’t give you permission to move. Now answer me…do you want to stick your cock into this tight, wet pussy?” she demanded, still stroking his ass and now, his cock too.

“Yes! Yes!” Severus groaned feeling as if he were about to explode.

Hermione felt the telltale throb of his flesh around the rings…it was swelling. He would have marks in it soon. Severus grimaced…yes, his cock was starting to hurt and that made the wizard swell even more. Pain was pleasure. It had been ever since Voldemort.

Hermione pulled out of her lover and quickly walked around him, removing the restraints from around his cock rather roughly, the wizard letting out a little cry as she stretched his balls and forced them through the large ring encircling them, freeing them. Yes, there were little ring-shaped marks on his pale shaft. The wizard was panting now…hungry to take her.

”Follow me,” Hermione ordered, walking over to the table and bending over.

”You may have a little pussy,” she told him, “But only a little.”

His wrists still bound, Severus quickly followed the witch, positioning himself behind her and using both hands to raise his cock to penetration level.

“Hurry up. I don’t have all night, worm!” Hermione snapped at him.

Severus thrust forward, burying his cock inside the witch with a groan. Oh damn, damn she was hot, tight and wet, her soft sleeve surrounding him, the scent of her pussy filling his nostrils as he lifted his hands out of the way and began fucking Hermione hard and fast the way she liked it, jerking her body roughly over the table with the force of his plunge. She began gasping, but wouldn’t shriek.

It would be weak of her to shriek, and when they were like this…she had to prove herself the stronger. It was an agreement they had. If Severus could make her scream, then the next encounter…she would be the slave. So far she had been the Mistress for the past three weeks. In turn, if Severus was the master, Hermione had to make him come prematurely to win back her title. It wasn’t that easy to do.

Severus tore into her, sweat beginning to stream down his back and torso, wetting the leather straps. He felt his balls beginning to tighten again.

”Don’t you come!” Hermione gasped, at the edge of climax herself as the pale wizard pumped into her hungrily.

Suddenly Severus bent his knees and drove upward, shocking and surprising the witch with the sudden change and depth of his angle. She usually could adjust herself when he tried little tricks like this, able to feel the subtle signs in his stroke before he actually did it. But she didn’t catch him this time.

“Shiiiit!” Hermione screamed as he slammed into her, the fat head of his powerful cock shifting her cervix back brutally, his ache pulsing through her. Severus stopped moving.

”Damn you, worm,” she moaned at the wizard as she orgasmed.

Severus was smirking now.

“I think you mean ‘Master,’ witch,” he said silkily, grasping her ponytail with his bound hands and once again hitting her with the harsh angle.

He had broken her…she was all his. Every sweet inch of her. Hermione cried out in earnest now as he yanked her head back roughly and rode her to his own perfect release.

She was going to have a lot to make up for in the coming weeks.

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