melusin (melusin) wrote in melusin_la_fey, @ 2008-03-26 19:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | needs must |
Needs Must: Chapters 1 & 2
Disclaimer: All characters depicted belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from my scribblings - more's the pity.
Summary: Human sexuality covers a wide spectrum. Most of us fit into a very small part of it. This is a story about two people who don't. A BDSM love story. SS/HG.
NC-17
1. First Session:Hermione.
He stands before me, dressed in his black travelling cloak. If he has followed my instructions, that is all he is wearing – apart from his boots, of course. It has taken weeks for me to get him this far; he trusts no one, and I can hardly blame him. I know who he is: my former teacher, Death Eater, spy, murderer – many things, but basically just a man; a man with needs.
He stands head bowed respectfully, awaiting my command. I let the tension build.
Since Lucius Malfoy scarred me for life ten years ago, I wear a glamour – partly from vanity and partly to disguise my identity. I was never beautiful, but I miss my face. If he knew who I was, this enigma before me, I doubt he would be here, calmly awaiting his fate.
‘Remove your cloak,’ I say.
He reaches for the clasp. A moment’s hesitation…
‘If you don’t want to do this, you know where the door is.’
He unfastens his cloak and takes it off. He folds it neatly on the chair provided.
‘And your boots.’
He complies.
And now he is standing there, naked, hands behind his back, eyes lowered. He is trembling, waiting for me to approve of him – or not as the case may be.
I make him wait. He wants this humiliation; needs it. I have seen it all before. Men who suffered abysmal childhoods, beaten and abused during their formative years; ridiculed by women. Their stories are all different, but they share the same anguish. It is laughably simple, really. Whatever they do, whatever they accomplish in life, they never feel good enough, therefore they are not worthy of praise or of love, only pain; they want punishment over and over again for what crime God only knows. But I know Severus Snape. I know his demons. He thinks he is an abomination on the face of the Earth, but I know he is nothing of the kind. He is the bravest man I have ever met; I would not be alive if it were not for him, and yet I will give him what he requires of me. I will give him pain, humiliation and punishment for his crimes, real and imagined, but I will give him something I have never bestowed on any other sub. I will give him peace.
I contemplate his body for the first time. His skin looks almost deathly white in the candlelight, but I find this attractive. He is like a piece of fine porcelain, his black hair contrasting sharply with his pallor. However, much to my annoyance, he has not removed his body hair as instructed in my owl. He must know he will be punished for this error which, I assume, is why he has defied me. I conclude this is some kind of test. Very well, two can play at that game.
I stare at his cock and sigh, feigning disappointment. It stands proud from his body, long and not overly thick. It is in proportion to the rest of him, but unlike the rest of his skin it is a dark rose colour. The veins are prominent. I hope this is not as a result of the cock-ring he is wearing and enquire if it is too tight. He assures me it is not. I keep staring at him as if I am still undecided about letting him stay. He is undeniably beautiful in his nakedness and submission, although I know he thinks he is as ugly as sin. I let him suffer under my scrutiny.
Finally, I walk to my chair, sit down and cross my legs. ‘You may approach me,’ I say.
The sigh of relief is audible. Gracefully, he falls to his knees and crawls towards me. Even in this, he is elegance personified. As he draws near to my feet, I order him to kiss my boots. This he does with due reverence and gratitude.
‘Thank you, Mistress Roxanne.’
I ignore him and stand up. I move behind him to take a good look at his arse, deciding on his punishment.
‘Repeat the instructions I sent you in my owl.’
‘I was to come here no later than 5 o’clock wearing only a cloak, my boots and a cock-ring, Mistress.’
‘And,’ I say, reaching for my riding crop, ‘what else?’
He professes ignorance.
‘You are trying my patience.’
‘I-I was to remove all my body hair, Mistress.’
‘But, you haven’t, have you?’ I say, circling him and swishing the crop. ‘Did you not do it, perhaps, in the hope that I may punish you?’
He gasps as I swish the crop close to his ear.
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘And, so I shall, if only for your impudence. But… maybe not quite in the way you would like. Stand up.’
A quick swish and flick and he is bound by ropes, stretched out on a St Andrew ’s cross. I pass my wand in front of his face, and he recoils from it. I laugh at this little display of fear then perform a shaving spell on his underarms, legs and the smattering of hairs around his nipples. Apart from the thatch around his crotch, he is not a hairy man.
‘You know your safe words?’ I ask.
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Excellent. Now,’ I say, ‘What shall we do about all this?’ I catch hold of a couple of hairs near the base of his cock and pull.
He yelps.
‘Shall I get a pair of tweezers and pull them out one by one, hmm?’ I yank hard on some hair on his balls. ‘Would you like that?’
He grits his teeth, but a moan escapes.
‘I asked you a question, you worthless piece of shit.’ I keep pulling.
‘No, Mistress, please…no.’
I wind some hairs around my finger. He inhales expectantly. I wait for him to relax before plucking them out. Tears are forming in his eyes.
‘When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?’ I walk behind him.
‘Yes.’
Thwack. My riding crop makes contact with his arse.
‘Yes, what?’
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Better.’
I Summon a pair of scissors and start trimming his pubes. He watches me nervously.
‘Look away, or I shall blindfold you.’
He does as he’s told, but he finds it difficult not to tremble as the scissors get closer to his balls.
Once I am satisfied I have trimmed as much as possible, I Summon some shaving cream and a cut throat razor. He realises what’s coming next.
‘Thought I’d do it with a Charm, didn’t you?’ I say, ‘Well, it just goes to show how wrong you can be. Maybe next time, you won’t be so eager to ignore my instructions.’
I soap him up and commence shaving him. If it weren’t for the ropes, I doubt his legs would hold him. He is shaking now, and I am being extremely careful not to cut him. Sweat is running down his chest in his effort to remain completely still. He is also aroused by the experience; his cock is hard and straining against the confines of the cock-ring. I am careful to avoid touching it as I continue to scrape away. He moans, and I tell him to be quiet.
Once finished, I clean him up and survey my handiwork.
‘Much better,’ I say. ‘I like to be able to see my toys before I play with them. You are never to hide them from me again.’ I grab his balls and twist. ‘Do I make myself clear?’
He moans in pain and pleasure. ‘Yes, Mistress. Perfectly.’
‘Good. Now, for creating unnecessary work for me, I am going to give you thirty with the crop. You will count.’
I banish the cross so that he is suspended only by the ropes. He stands on his toes at full stretch, muscles taut from the exertion. He reminds me of a thoroughbred stallion. I want to stroke him, calm him, which is unusual for me as I always keep any physical contact to a bare minimum. It is a pleasure I refuse to grant him, so I must, therefore, deny my own. Instead, I begin to strike his buttocks, laying down a pattern. Soon, his lily-white arse has some lovely red stripes on it, but he takes his punishment almost silently. Once I have finished, he thanks me. I release the ropes and he falls to his knees, panting.
‘Lean forward and spread your buttocks.’
He reaches behind him and pulls his cheeks apart. I perform a shaving spell on the remaining hair around his anus and perineum.
‘Do not move.’ I leave him like that while I search out some lubricant and a butt plug. He does not attempt to watch what I am doing. The first thing he knows is when I press a lubed finger against his anus. He jumps.
‘Relax.’ I work a finger inside, then two. ‘Tell me, sub severus, have you ever been buggered?'
‘No, Mistress,’ he says through clenched teeth.
I laugh. ‘Well, guess what?’
He grunts in discomfort as I work the plug into his tight arse. When it’s in as far as it’ll go, I leave him kneeling there and go back to my chair. I sit a while watching him struggle with his humiliation and embarrassment.
‘Come here.’
He crawls over to me again, and I tell him to sit up straight on his heels. I put the riding crop under his chin and lift his head up. Remembering what a superb Legilimens he is, I am careful to Occlude my mind before I look into his eyes.
‘When was the last time you had an orgasm?'
‘Ten days ago, Mistress.’
‘You have not masturbated, as I instructed, since then?’
‘No, Mistress. I have done as you asked.’
‘I see. You are willing to follow my instructions so long as you can pick and choose which ones. Is that it?’
He swallows but says nothing.
‘That,’ I say, ‘is not acceptable. I will not waste my time on scumbags like you who think they can do what the hell they please. You have disappointed me greatly.’
‘I am sorry I disobeyed you, Mistress. It will not happen again.’
‘No, it most assuredly will not.’
I sit back in my chair. ‘Remove the cock-ring and wank for me.’
He forgets himself and looks at me in astonishment.
‘Keep your eyes down – no, on second thoughts keep looking at me.’ I do not give him the comfort of averting his eyes as he grasps his cock. ‘Well, what are you waiting for? I gave you an order.’
He is clearly ashamed, and I laugh at him. It does not take long before he cries out and comes all over his hand.
I look at him in disgust, reach for my wand and clean him up.
‘You may leave,’ I say.
‘Mistress?’
‘I am cutting this session short. This is your punishment for your disobedience.’ I inspect my finger nails. ‘However, I am feeling generous. You may return at the same time next week.’
The look on his face is priceless, but he hides it quickly and moves towards the door.
‘And,’ I continue, ‘you are to wear that plug day and night, removing it only to defecate. Understand?’
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Good. If you disobey me again, there will not be a third time. I want you to be perfectly clear on this.’
He nods, putting on his cloak. ‘I will not make the same mistake again, Mistress.’
I wave my hand, dismissively.
He bows and Disapparates.