Chapter #6...for a foot massage!" by: DysonD   "I think it's time for a foot massage." Hermione yawned as she looked down at her pitiful slave. "It has been such a long day after all"
Harry began to untie her shoes. He didn't move too quickly because he didn't want to cause his mistress any discomfort, but he could hardly contain his excitement. He had long fantasized about this moment. Or had he? It was difficult for him to determine whether he had actually wanted to do this before, or if the spell was altering his memory. These thoughts only passed through his mind for an instant before they were replaced by another one: no matter if he had wanted this before, he wanted this now.
As he finished untying the shoe, he placed it respectfully on the ground and then removed the next shoe. After that, he began slowly peeling away the socks. This tickled Hermione and the sensation travelled to Harry via the spell. The tickling sensation combined with the pleasure he was receiving from serving his mistress. It became overwhelming euphoria. He couldn't think straight. His vision began to grow fuzzy at the edges. All he could focus on were his mistress' now bare feet.
Hermione took a look at the shoes and socks that her pet had put aside. She considered ordering him to take them and inhale their scent or put them in his mouth to gag on, but then she reconsidered. If she did that, the spell might take that as a signal that she had given him clothes and thus release him from her service. This frustrated her a great deal and she would need to think of a way to get Harry to taste her socks without being released inadvertently. Perhaps she would just give the socks to Harry as a gift when she was finally ready to free him.
The frustration and annoyance that Hermione was feeling was instantly transferred to Harry who was taken out of his daze. He felt awful. He needed to make Hermione happy again so that he could feel that euphoria again. It was the greatest sensation he had ever felt in his entire life and he had to feel it again. "Mistress...?" He began before he was quickly silenced.
Hermione, in her frustration had decided to stomp-kick her slave in the face. "Decided" might be the wrong word as it was purely instinctual. She looked at her slave sprawled on his back from the force of her kick. She felt better by getting that out of her system. In fact, she felt great. She felt so dominant... so invigorated.
This translated into Harry feeling wonderful as well. His face certainly hurt, but the tingles of pleasure rushing through his body far outweighed the soreness of his face. He wasn't sure, but he felt as though his lip might be busted. He absentmindedly licked his lips to check for blood. To his surprise, he tasted no blood, but he did taste some of the residue left by Hermione's foot. It was salty and tasted awful, but he soon found himself licking his lips again. And again. Even after the residue was completely gone, he kept licking just in case.
Hermione watched this bizarre behavior for a minute and it amused her greatly and gave her an idea. She didn't just want her feet massaged, she wanted them worshipped. "Slave." She said in a stern, no-nonsense voice. Harry sat up rigid as he awaited his command. "Come over here and kiss my feet."
Harry crawled to her on hands and knees and took her right foot in hand and began to kiss it multiple times. Slow and gently first and then more rapid and passionate. As Hermione exulted in her dominance, Harry's brain responded by telling the rest of him that he was in heaven. He soon took hold of the left foot as well and began kissing the both of them in turns.
It was at about this time that Ginny walked into the common room through the portrait hole. She just stared at the pair of them for a moment until Hermione noticed her and tilted her head back to say "Oh, hello Ginny. DIdn't see you there." Ginny could tell from the tone of her voice and the look on her face that Hermione was quiet pleased with herself. She couldn't make out Harry's expression as his face was buried in Hermione's feet. She opened her mouth to say something. She didn't know what, and no one would ever know as nothing came out. She blushed until her whole face was red as her hair and then she scurried awkwardly up the stairs to the girls' beds.
"I think she might have gotten a little jealous..." Hermione mused, "... wouldn't you agree, my pet?"
Harry looked up from his mistress' feet to ask, "Who?" He had been so enraptured by his task that a wild pack of hippogriffs could have come through the common room and he'd have paid them no mind.
"Ginny. You know, Ron's sister. The one that has a crush on you?"
"Yes, I know Ginny... could I please kiss your feet some more mistress?"
Hermione put her index finger to her chin as she thought about it. "No, now I want you to suck my toes. Be sure to lick out and swallow any of the gunk you find between them."
Harry went at this new task with an appetite. He licked up all the sweat, dirt, and who knows what else and swallowed it gladly. Each toe he sucked and swirled with his tongue until they were covered in his saliva which he then tried to suck off to leave the toes as dry as possible.
While this was going on, Hermione picked the SPEW can back up. It was great that Harry was learning his lesson to help understand the plight of house-elves everywhere, but SPEW was still low on much-needed funds. Since Harry was her slave, she could simply order him to make a donation of just about any amount she might want. This idea seemed to cross a line in her mind though. Slave or not, Harry was still her friend and she didn't want to steal from him. She just wanted him to learn his lesson. She looked down at him, so engrossed in his work when an idea came to mind. A charity auction. She would get a bunch of girls together and they'd bid for the privilege of having the boy who lived serve them for one twenty-four hour period. Any proceeds would go to the SPEW treasury so she could buy the flyers, Harry would learn more about how terrible it is to be a slave, and one lucky girl would have a slave for a day. It sounded like a win-win-win situation to her if she ever heard one.
She explained her plan to Harry who broke down in tears and hugged Hermione's leg. He was devastated. The entirety of his existence revolved around making Hermione happy and her being pleased with him. If she were so quick to toss him aside... he just hated to think about what it might mean. "Please mistress! Don't make me leave you! I belong at your feet! No other girl is as perfect as you! If I've displeased you, I will do better I promise! Just don't make me leave you!"
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