This choice: Harry agrees to be collared. He is now her slave, there is no turning back. • Go Back...Chapter #8Harry agrees to be collared. He is now her sla... by: Carl   "Yes Mistress, collar me."
Hermione couldn't have been happier. If Harry had been allowed to look at her face he would have seen a look of pure sadistic delight that would of had him running for the hills. Hermione quickly explained what he had to do.
"I'm so glad you said yes, we are going to have so much fun! You will need to say 'I will obey you forever Hermione' three times. The first when I finish my spell on the collar. The second time will be when I place the collar around your neck. The third time will be when I lock it, can do you do that for me Harry?"
Harry nodded still nervous but willing, after all he trusted Hermione.
Hermione began the spell, she recited it perfectly. The collar glowed with power. As she finished she motioned for Harry to say his part.
"I will obey your forever Hermione."
Hermione smiled and then put the collar on Harry's neck. She pulled it tight so it dug a bit into Harry's skin.
Harry ignored the pain and once again said, "I will obey you forever Hermione!"
Hermione was wet with excitement. Now was the moment of truth, here was the moment of no return. Hermione locked it and waited with baited breath for Harry to seal his fate.
Harry felt the magic, this was powerful stuff. He knew that once he said those words he was putting his very life in Hermione's hands. But he had made his decision. Harry shouted the final words, "I WILL OBEY YOUR FOREVER HERMIONE!!"
The magic lurched and twisted in the circle and then suddenly ceased.
Hermione looked at Harry and felt the magic take hold. Harry was hers do as she willed. She let out a dark laugh. A laugh better suited for a villain and not sweet, studious and kind Hermione. Harry felt a deep sinking feeling in his stomach.
"I can't believe you did that Harry. Oh you poor thing you have no idea what you have done," Hermione could barely contain her glee.
"Stand up Harry, spread your legs."
Harry stood up and his body went into autopilot.
"Harry I'm going to kick your in your little man parts. Stand as long as your body can do so."
Terror filled Harry's eyes as he felt the compulsion settle on his mind. Hermione lashed out with one petite foot and kicked him hard where it really hurt. Harry's squeaked in pain wanting nothing more than to curl into a little ball. But his body wouldn't let him. It had to remaining standing because Hermione had commanded it. Horrified Harry could do nothing but take the next kick and the one after that.
Hermione laughed in between blows. The look on Harry's face was priceless. The look of pain, terror and betrayal.
"You" *kick* are *kick* so *kick* stupid!"
Harry couldn't take it anymore the pain was driving him mad. But he couldn't disobey Hermione. Thinking quickly he shouted at the top of his lungs. "SOMEONE HELP!"
Hermione quickly put an end to that.
"Harry shut up."
Harry's mouth clicked shut.
"Hmm I'm going to have to give you some commands so you don't try anymore funny businesses."
"Never attempt to communicate about our special relationship. Never attempt to remove your collar. Never attempt to get someone else to remove your collar. Never attempt to draw attention to our activities. Always look after my best interests. Never do anything that in anyway could cause you to no longer have to obey me."
Harry looked at Hermione with renewed horror. What had he done?
Hermione felt another wave of sadistic thrill rush through her. "You can speak now slave."
Harry opened his mouth and begged, "Hermione what are you doing? Please... please it hurts so bad. I think you are doing permanent damage. I won't be able to have kids. I thought we were friends... please I'll be a good slave, only stop."
Hermione laughed in Harry's face. "KIDS? You think you will ever have children? You stupid boy, you'll never be with a woman. You'll die a virgin. Do you think I'm going to let my slave actually have sex? Do you think I'll ever release you? No. You are mine now. And I don't need the threat of pain to make you obey. That's not the point of me torturing you."
Harry couldn't believe his ears. How could sweet gentle Hermione be saying and doing these things?
Hermione could see the look of confusion on Harry's face. "I'm sure your thinking how I could be doing this, aren't you? Well I'm tired of being a little goody two shoes. Its time I did something for me. Its time for my pleasure to take prominence. Just like you have a fetish for feet, guess what I have a fetish for? Making people suffer. I've always hidden it. I've always suppressed it. I've always tried to be good and not think about things like that. Well no longer. Its time for me to get my pleasure and you're going to give it to me!"
Harry couldn't believe the nightmare he had found himself in. Hermione kicked him again. This time his body did give out and he collapsed onto the floor puking his guts out.
Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Well isn't that disgusting. Just like you Harry."
A fresh cruel thought came to Hermione. She casually stepped into the puddle of vomit and then sat back down on a chair. "Well Harry since you like my feet so much, why don't you clean up all the disgusting vomit from my wonderful feet?"
Harry loved feet but not like this. This was... wrong. This was disgusting. This was vile and unthinkable. And he had no choice but to do it. Sobbing in despair Harry crawled over to Hermione and began to lap the putrid mess from her foot.
As Harry performed his revolting task Hermione thought about how else she should torture Harry. It might be interesting to humiliate him in front of other girl's at Hogwarts. Or she could just keep him to herself. Choices... choices.
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