The Dark Lord's Dominatrix

The Serpent and the Hole

(This chapter and the next turned out to be totally different and weird than what I planned. I'm describing the death eaters' meeting in some length in the beginning as it will have some relevance in the later chapters. Please don't get bored by the details!
Also, read the title again. You know the serpent! So, if you are grossed out by zoophilia and the idea of Voldemort having such a relation with his pet, you are normal. And you shouldn't probably go ahead. If not, don't tell me I didn't warn ya!)

Voldemort apparated into the alleyway two blocks away from Salazar Slytherin's old manor house. Voldemort was the secret-keeper of this 11th-century medieval manor that most of the wizarding world believed to have been ruined centuries back. Voldemort had traced and found the place in utter ruins when he was still a student of Hogwarts and used to stay here during his summer vacations. This is where Voldemort summoned his followers for discussing his future plans and this is also where he met Bella last week, for their tryst.

Today, Voldemort was more self-conscious than he ever was. He knew it, his caged member had been aching almost constantly the whole of last week; he squirmed at the thought of facing Bella like this. She would know his cock was straining in his chastity cage underneath his cloak. Some of the death eaters had already arrived when he opened the doors of the great hall of the manor house. Nagini lay curled up lazily, on a woolen rug by a shady corner of the great hall; Voldemort knew Nagini also loved his old ancestral manor as much as he did. The great hall was lighted in green orbs hanging from the ceiling and a large rectangular wooden table was placed in the middle of the hall, with more than three dozen wooden chairs around it. Voldemort took his place at the head of the rectangular table. As he turned, he saw that both Rodolphus and Bellatrix had apparated together, each holding the other’s hand.

“My Lord, we have been looking forward to this all week,” Bellatrix said meekly, bowing her head. She was wearing a long black dress beneath her cloak and her high-heeled boots as usual. Voldemort nodded and gestured towards everyone to sit, and she took the seat beside him. Looking at the eager, worshipping faces of his follows before him, he had no trouble to put away the thoughts of his restrained shaft and to concentrate on his plan regarding their next attack against muggles.

 It was decided that sometime in that week when he summoned them, they would attack a certain muggle suburb with at least a hundred houses. They would split up in pairs and attack random houses, attacking around half the houses in the suburb, and leaving the other half untouched. That way the ministry will have too much in their hands when they arrive—they will not only have to make half of the muggle deaths seem to have occurred due to some muggle cause or any natural disaster, but also to erase and modify the memories of the rest of the people in the blocks. Not to mention, the unharmed muggles would be calling up the authorities, and the ministry will have a fun time modifying their memories as well. Voldemort concluded by saying that he would wait for the right time, and would probably give them the signal by the end of that week. The plan was agreed upon by everyone eagerly, as it had been almost a month since their last muggle attack and the meeting was put to an end.

As the death eaters started to disapparate, Voldemort asked Bellatrix to stay back and help him decide between the few suburbs he had in mind for their attack. Others were used to their Lord’s favoritism on Bellatrix, and of him weighing her opinions with more conviction, so took their leave.

“It’s a good plan, Voldemort,” Bella said, getting up, removing her cloak and placing it over her chair, “I can’t wait to kill a handful of filthy muggles.”

“I know. We will hunt them down together”

Bella smiled and came closer to his chair. “Of course, but do tell me, how have you been feeling caged up?” Bella narrowed her eyes, as she looked down at him, “You seem to be doing just fine. Or have you learned your lesson?”

“I have learned the lesson, my Lady. That too at a great cost. I ‘ll never disgust you with my…secretions without your permission”

“Well, that we will see, Tom”

Voldemort got up from his chair, kneeled and sat on his heels—in the seiza position, with his head bent down, hovering a few inches above her boots. This was the submissive pose that Bella had asked him to assume, in the beginning of their every session. Just assuming his slavish position itself made his shaft painfully struggle against his cock cage. With a flick of the wand Bella removed his clothes; she also conjured his collar and clasped it around his neck with a clink. Nagini woke up from her nap at the sound; raised her head from the corner, and hissed almost bored with what was going on in front of her. Bellatrix looked at her and hissed in Parseltongue, “Bored, are you?”

“Why don’t you get on with it?” the large serpent replied, curling up again but still watching them with its round cold eyes, “It is always a pleasure to watch you two”.

“You have got a perverted pet as well, Tom,” Bella continued in Parseltongue, a grin forming on her lips, “Maybe you would like to join us, Nagini? Maybe you could help me discipline your Master?” Nagini eyes flitted across to Tom’s seeking permission and Tom nodded his approval.

“Yes, it would be my pleasure,” Nagini replied, its body unfurling from the rug. It slithered across the floor covering the length between them, and swayed its hood, with expectation, before Bellatrix. She flashed her evil grin and turned to the naked Tom, who was now shivering a bit because of the cold.

“Crawl up on the table, Tom. I want you to lie on your back,” Bella snapped at him, and addressed Nagini in Parseltongue, “And why don’t you bind him down by the torso to the table? I don’t want him moving an inch”.