The Dark Lord's Dominatrix

Care and Hurt

He woke up with a jerk. He didn't realize where he was for a moment-- he was lying on the marble floor, naked. He could feel something slimy and cold on his chest. Bella was lighting a candle, in the nearby table.

"You lost consciousness," Bella turned to face him, her voice heavy with concern, "Did I hurt you too much?"

"No, Bella," Voldemort replied, "You can never hurt me too much."

"But I have never put you under the Cruciatus Curse before. I could have ended up giving you some permanent damage," Bella added anxiously, "I put some healing potion on your chest, and everywhere else I bruised you. How are you feeling?"

"A bit giddy, but otherwise as fresh as a newborn pixie," Voldemort laughed. Bella lay next to him and cuddled against him.

"Really, Bella, that was great. I have never experienced such excruciating pain and such pleasure at once. After a certain point, I couldn't even tell the difference".

"Voldemort, you will ask me to stop, if I get carried away, won't you?" Bella only addressed him by his name when she wanted to address him as her equal, and not when he was her sexual slave. She only used it rarely, of course, she never called him by his name in front of anybody. It startled him every time she called him by the name he chose for himself, no one else in the world would dare to call him by his that.

"Yes Bella, I would," Voldemort sighed, "It would be a pleasure to die by your hands, my Lady, but I have no intention of dying anytime soon."

Bellatrix looked at him and smiled, an evil expression crossing her face as she remarked, "You won't. I need to keep you alive for my own pleasure.Your piteous face writhing with agony never ceases to excite me."

Bella got up from the floor. "I'm not done with you yet. You have committed unpardonable mischief today, slave.You came before your Lady did. You came without my permission. You know what this means, don't you?" Bella continued, "You know what it means to shoot your filthy cum without my permission?"

Voldemort raising himself and knelt before her and answered looking at her feet, "Yes...you will put me in chastity, my Lady. For as long as it pleases you".

"Yes, that I will. How long should it be? How does two weeks sound for you?" Bella snickered as she procured a steel chastity cage from the air.

"Please, Bella, have mercy..." Voldemort trailed off, knowing anything he could say will only worsen it.

The longest she had ever put him in chastity before was a week. She knew it was one thing that made him very uncomfortable. Not just because it made it impossible for him to cum, but it also made him feel so stripped out of power, and unworthy of being called a Lord by his followers. He had refused to call a meeting with the death eaters the whole week when she had previously put him in chastity. He can't do that for two whole weeks, the next time he called up for a meeting with others, he would have her cock cage underneath his clothes. Bella was all for it.

"Your wanton pathetic cock needs a cage, Tom" Bella said, as she put on the cage and locked it with a charm. She would know if he tried to remove it using any spell. Voldemort's cock lay limp inside the cage.

Bella took off her short corset dress and her panties. She pulled down her bra cups so that her round, ample breasts jutted outside. The witch looked both threatening and alluring in just her black stocking, boots and pulled down bra.

"Ass up, Tom"

As Voldemort stood up on his feet and bent over, his fingers touching the cold floor, Bella slapped his ass cheeks, one after the other in quick succession. She then, proceeded to rub his buttock hard, widening his crevice to have a look at the little hole between the cheeks. She spread his butt-cheeks as wide as she could with one hand, and using the other she rubbed her wand end against his perineum. It prodded all the sensitive nerves in that area. Voldemort could feel his member now straining against the cage, unable to have an erection because of it. She conjured her average sized dildo using accio.

"We need to move forward with your anal training, Tom," Bella remarked, as she lubed the dildo using another spell, " Your cock is petty enough, I hope at least your asshole will prove to be better."

Bella pushed the pink colored dildo against his sphincter and it slided in without much trouble. Next time, he will be ready for a bigger one, she made a mental note.

Once the dildo was fully inserted, she slapped his ass once again and commanded him to be on his knees.

Bella grabbed his hair, and pressed her cunt against his nose.

"Get a sniff, Tom," Bella teased, "Smell what you will not have with your imp cock for another two weeks".

"Please, My Lady, let me..." Before Voldemort could finish his sentence, Bella had silenced him with a hard slap to his face.

" Did you have the permission to speak, slave?" Bella was towering over him, her eyes piercing his. Voldemort looked down. " Merlin's balls, when I ask you something, you respond to it," she added.

"Sorry, my Lady, I will not speak again without permission," Voldemort muttered.

"Good. Now lick my cunt like a good slave," Bella said as she spread her legs wider and pressed her wet slit against his face. Voldemort eagerly played with his tongue around her opening and started licking it slowly for a minute. Then he swept his tongue in long straight strokes, beginning from her cunt to ending playfully around her clit. He noticed that Bella had cast a spell to make the dildo move inside his butt hole. Voldemort's member was straining hard against the bars, desperately hoping for a release which was impossible. He tried to concentrate only on sucking Bella's cunt.

Bella grabbed his hair and started panting as she felt the orgasm build up within her. She closed her eyes, and tried to delay her climax, wanting more of his tongue but her slave knew her genitals like the back of his hand, and with another move of his tongue making a circle around the inner walls of her cunt, with his nose pressed against her clit, she climaxed uncontrollably, squirting out cum an water all over his face.

"Lick it all off," she said pointing at her squirt before she laid down, exhausted.

" You can't stay for the night, with me?" he asked, not much hopeful, when they had clothed themselves. She never stayed after the sessions.

"No, dear. You know that Rodolphus will get suspicious if I start to stay away at nights," she said as she turned to kiss him softly on the lips, " I will see you next when you call the meeting for the death eaters."