The Submissive

Summary - The secretly submissive Daphne Greengrass is looking for a man that can give her everything that she had been dreaming of. Luckily, the dominant Harry Potter is more than a match for the stunning brunette.

The Submissive

Daphne Greengrass was sitting at her house table having dinner just like the rest of her fellow Slytherins. Unlike the rest of them, however, she sneakily had her eyes on someone. The person that she was so keenly watching was none other than Harry Potter. Why was she watching him? She had heard a rumor and wanted to know if it was true or not.

Daphne had been hiding a secret for quite a while now. She was a hardcore submissive. She wasn’t submissive in every aspect of her life, only in the bedroom. At least, she suspected that she was. She hadn’t actually had sex yet. Daphne hadn’t found anyone worthy of offering herself to. The rumor that she had heard, however, made her think that she had found the man worthy of claiming her.

It was the previous day that she had overheard two girls talking. The airhead Lavender Brown and her Indian friend. Lavender was giggling madly, telling her friend all about her night with the Boy-Who-Lived. She told her how he threw her on the bed and flipped her over. They giggled about how he had fucked her into complete submission. They even discussed how he choked her until she nearly passed out! That was what had made her pussy tingle. That’s the kind of stuff that Daphne needed in her life. She needed her man to be aggressive in bed.

She could remember exactly how it all had started for her. It had happened when she was only eleven years old. It was the summer before she started school and had just turned eleven. Her family was doing whatever it was that they did. She didn’t know, but it did give her a lot of free time. Her family wasn’t exactly the most nurturing of people. She was often left to her own devices. On that fateful day, she was strolling down a muggle street and for whatever reason, turned into a back alley. On the ground was a slightly torn muggle magazine. It wasn’t any kind that she had ever seen before. It was a naughty magazine! It had non-moving pictures of naked men and women. One set of pictures had captured her imagination. The woman was tied up and looked to be in the throes of a wild orgasm as she was taken by a muscular man. Her face instantly heated up. She tore those pages out and snuck them back home with her. For weeks she had stared at the pictures, imagining herself in the woman’s place.

Daphne knew that it was abnormal. She knew that she would get in so much trouble if anyone ever found out. So she did the smart thing and threw the naughty photos away and hoped that those sexually deviant thoughts eventually faded from her mind. They didn’t though. In fact, it was just the opposite. As she sexually matured, she learned of new ways that she could be submissive. It took years, but eventually, she learned to accept that this was how she was. Nothing could change her. Now, she just needed a partner.

The Submissive

Daphne had watched Harry for a few days. She had learned the ins and outs of his daily activities. She watched and waited. Behind a statue on the sixth floor, she waited. Harry, more often than not, came down this corridor about half an hour before curfew hit. If her plan went accordingly, she would have her answers. Finally, around forty minutes before curfew, she heard the footsteps that she was waiting for. As the footsteps passed, her disillusioned form silently slipped from behind the statue and took aim. A quick stunning charm at point-blank range dropped him to the floor. She was quick with her wand, however, and used a padding charm on the floor in front of him. She didn’t want to hurt him after all. As fast as she could, she opened the door to a classroom that she had set up and levitated him in. She took his wand and tied him up in a chair. Pulling out a small vial of clear, odorless liquid, she placed three drops in his mouth. With a wave of her wand, she woke him up.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Harry James Potter,” he answered, his eyes glazed over.

She saw that the Veritaserum was working properly, so she quickly got to the point. She didn’t have much time.

“Are you dominant in the bedroom?”

“Yes.”

“What’s some of the kinkiest things that you have ever done?

“I fucked Susan Bones in the ass while I made her wear a collar and leash,” he stated. Daphne blushed as her pussy moistened.

“I made Ginny Weasley cum and pissed on her quivering body. I used Tracey Davis’ hair to masturbate before I came on her face.”

That last part had Daphne’s eyes widening to the size of galleons. Her friend Tracey had fucked Harry Potter! Daphne shook her head. Slytherins really kept their secrets to themselves.

“I hung Marietta Edgecombe up and lashed her pussy and ass with a small whip until she squirted on my face …”

“Okay, enough!” Daphne was red-faced. She knew all that she needed to know. She was nearly out of time. Stunning him again, she gave him the antidote and levitated him back to the hallway. She placed him on the ground and woke him. As he got up groggily, she hit him with a memory charm. Daphne wasn’t very good at them, but she was good enough to erase a few minutes. Harry’s eyes glazed before he shook his head. He looked at his watch and scampered back to Gryffindor Tower. As he left, Daphne let out a breath that she had been holding. Her plan had worked. Now she needed Potter to claim her.

The Submissive

“Are you sure that this is what you want?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. Daphne Greengrass of all people had met him in secret and talked him into a relationship. The relationship was more one-sided though. She was his, not the other way around. Harry still had the freedom to do whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted. Being the sexual deviant that he was, he quickly agreed and set the rules for her to follow.

“Yes, sir,” the beautiful brunette blushed.

Harry nodded. “Then strip,” he ordered. She didn’t hesitate as her clothes quickly dropped to the floor. Within moments, she was entirely nude. She stood completely still as he circled her, examining her body from every angle. Harry thought that she was a lovely girl. She had an innocent look about her that hid the depravity of her mind. Her brown hair was long and flowed down her delicate back in soft waves. Smooth, pale skin made his cock harden as his eyes drifted over her thin waifish body. Her breasts and ass were incredible. Daphne’s large tits were round and perky as hell, capped off by small hard nipples. Her ass jutted out in such delicious ways that Harry couldn’t wait to explore it. Harry licked his lips as he looked over her slim, flat belly, and his breath caught when his eyes drifted further below. The lovely, hairless V of her mound drew his attention away from the flaring of her hips. As her legs were slightly apart, he could see her taut lips hanging below. “Lay on the bed.”

Daphne crawled on the bed on all fours before she was ordered to stop and stay like that. She didn’t know what was happening until she heard the clicking of a camera. She looked at Harry. He had a magical camera in front of his face as he pointed it at her body.

“I’d like some photos of you while you still have your innocence. I want to remember you as you were before I turn you into my dirty whore,” he explained, pointing the camera at her ass and clicking another picture. Daphne put her head down submissively and blushed. “Spread your knees apart and arch your back. Stick that sexy ass up in the air. Let’s see that virgin pussy!” he growled hungrily as Daphne presented herself. She heard the continuous snapping of photos as he put her in different poses. Now she was on her back with her legs spread. Harry ordered her to spread her lips and got some full body shots of her. Her nipples were so hard, and her pussy was so wet that it was beginning to ache. “Squeeze your tits together!”

The photoshoot went on for a little while longer until Harry had his fill. “Sit up and stick out your chest.”

Daphne did so and waited with bated breath as her new Master attached a dog collar to her throat. Her emotions were so out of control that she nearly cried in happiness. Finally, she felt complete as her master groped her naked tit. She looked at his massive, veiny cock and was ready for it. It was time to make her his. He didn’t even speak. He grabbed her and flipped her over. Knowing what her master wanted, she lifted her ass. His strong hand gripped the back of her neck and pressed her face hard into the pillow. He wasn’t gentle when he tore through her innocence with a single powerful thrust. Daphne squealed loudly into the pillow, the sharp pain making her clit tingle. She couldn’t even lift her face up as it was continuously pressed into the pillow. Harry didn’t give her a chance to get used to his incredible size … he just fucked her.

The Submissive

Harry pulled her into the back of the library. “You’re wearing panties, aren’t you?” her master asked.

“Yes, Master,” Daphne dutifully replied.

“Good girl. Open your robe and lift up your skirt.”

Daphne did so without a complaint. Her robe opened and her short, little skirt was pulled up, exposing her white, cotton panties. Her master slid behind her and sensually kissed the side of her neck. Goosebumps traveled down her sexy body as his hand crept down her belly and cupped her panty-clad pussy.

“You’re always so wet and warm, Pet,” he nibbled her earlobe. His hand started moving, stroking her covered kitty and paying special attention to her hard clit. Daphne closed her eyes. If someone came and saw them, then her master would deal with it. She didn’t need to think right now. He would take care of her. She gasped as her clean-shaven pussy began to drench the soft material. A shuddered breath escaped her plump, kissable lips as his fingers stroked her slit while his thumb rubbed her clit. His other hand was groping her silky smooth thigh and squeezing her ass. Suddenly he did the thing that she loved most. He funneled his magic directly into her pussy, causing such intense pleasure that squealed loudly and came instantly. Her body was spasming and trembling as he dropped to a knee and slid her panties off. She stepped out of them and tossed them on the table. Harry then waved his wand and disillusioned them both. Her master pulled her aside, and they hid behind a large bookcase. They watched as a fourth-year Hufflepuff boy came to see what the commotion was. He looked around and spotted her soiled panties. Daphne bit her hand as her orgasm still rolled through her body. The boy looked around again before lifting them up. Hesitantly, he lifted them to his nose and sniffed them. Daphne saw the erection spring forth and bulge his trousers. He shuddered and put them in his pocket as he ran off. Her master chuckled. “Looks like he’ll be jacking off on your panties pretty soon.” Daphne blushed.

The Submissive

Her master brought her to the Shrieking Shack because he said that he had a surprise. They traveled through the secret tunnel that was hidden at the base of the Whomping Willow. “Grab hold of the portkey. We have to go to Diagon Alley.”

Trusting her master and not worrying about classes since it was Saturday, she grabbed hold and was whisked off. They landed in what appeared to be an abandoned store. It looked to be in the middle of being refurbished, and there was a bed sheet covering the front window.

“Robes off,” he ordered. As per his command, she was nude underneath. As the robe dropped, she was revealed to him. Harry was nude as well, and he bent down and collected their robes. He stuffed them in a bag and pulled out two masks. They both put them on. Daphne gasped as he went behind her and lifted her up by the back of her knees. Her master licked her cheek. “Stick it in you whore,” he growled. Shuddering, she grabbed his thick cock and slipped it inside of her. Harry waved his wand and the sheet disappeared.

Daphne gasped loudly as the busy main street of Diagon Alley was presented to her. People walking by turned to them and gasped, looking horrified. Her instinct was to cover up, but Harry wasn’t having any of it. He spread her legs wide and began to ferociously fuck her. Daphne mewled and cried out in embarrassment as a large crowd formed. Disgusting old men pushed themselves to the front to get a look at her nude body. She kept her arms to the side and let her tits bounce freely, knowing she would anger her master if she covered up. Daphne moaned like a whore as her slutty pussy gripped his thrusting cock. People were banging on the window, and a few horny men pulled out their cocks and started stroking them right there in front of her! Her toes curled as pleasure raced up her spine. Daphne’s back arched as she desperately tried to hold back an orgasm. Harry carried her forward until her toes were brushing against the glass. Aurors were trying to break the wards! Harry let go of one leg, and she was able to place her foot on the ground. He kept her other leg lifted, making sure that her pussy was still exposed. He pinched her clit and began to roll it between his fingers.

“Ohhhhhhhh, Master! Please, no!” she begged as he hit her with his raw magic. “Iiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!” she squealed. The crowd watched as she squirted a torrent of her juices from her quivering pussy. The jets of girl cum splashed and sprayed the glass window. Perverted, old men banged on the glass, desperate to get a taste of her. Her pussy fluttered wildly as she milked his thick cock, creaming his thrusting member. Just before the Aurors got in, Harry summoned everything and portkeyed away. As they landed, she came again and groaned as he creampied her milking pussy. Her master filled her with his gift before they quickly threw on their robes and made their way back to school. It wouldn’t do to get caught. Once they were safe, she jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“I love you, Master!” she cried, kissing his cheeks and neck. Her master smiled.

“And I love fucking you, my little whore,” he kissed her deeply. She had never felt so complete.