You Needn’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head

A few months into their relationship, Harry was still feeling too possessive to let Severus out in public, so he decided to mark his submissive in an effort to ease his extreme emotions. He had gifted Severus with his collar during their bonding ceremony, a beautifully supple leather band that Severus wore permanently, and he had added the leash soon after for public engagements. But time passed and Harry needed more to settle the overwhelming possessiveness he was feeling. He added small leather cuffs on Severus’s wrists, but those too did not satisfy his dominance, so he continued to look for a solution.

One day, after spending hours playing with the tip of Severus’s cock until the submissive was begging for release, unable to control the endless stream of pleas pouring out of his mouth (and completely bypassing his brain), a lightbulb went off in the young dominant’s head. Severus, eyes rolling back in need, was barely able to process the sharp pain in his groin when he opened his eyes in shock to see a thin silver ring coming out of the head of his cock. His Master pressed the sensitive area around the ring, inspecting it for damage, and Severus saw stars.

“This is good. I like this.”

Harry continued playing with the area as Severus squirmed uncontrollably.  

“Mas-” Severus gasped. “Master-”

“Yes, pet? This is nice, isn’t it?”

Severus watched as his Master conjured up a thin, translucent string of magic that wrapped around the ring in his cockhead. His Master pulled gently.

“Ohhhhh..”

“Yes, I like this. I lead you around by your cock anyway, now I can make it official. My pretty little submissive.”

Severus whimpered as Harry tugged on the string again, more firmly.

“Come, love, come.”

Severus fell back with the strength of his orgasm.

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The first time Harry used their special leash in public, Severus looked like a proper submissive, a collar on his neck and a healthy flush on his cheeks, like he was made for sex. His Master took pleasure in reminding him that he was. He existed to serve his Master and this was the most basic form of service. His Master was kind enough to let him explore other areas of service, but he knew that other submissives were not as fortunate. He doubted that the young Master Malfoy’s submissive would be treasured as he was. He doubted that Master Malfoy’s submissive would get to experience the constant pleasure his Master tormented provided him with. His Master spent the afternoon gleefully tugging on his sensitive cock, with no one the wiser. The leash was completely invisible and Severus preened at the way his Master wanted to show him off in public. After a successful afternoon, the leash became standard accoutrement for Harry to focus his magic on. When his Master’s magic threatened to overwhelm him; his Master turned the excess power on his submissive, and all Severus had to do was enjoy. He truly loved being a submissive.

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When Harry found out that Charlie Weasley was a bloodline dominant, he quickly set himself the task of setting him up with Sirius, the only bloodline submissive born to the House of Black. Sirius had run away at seventeen and had kept his inheritance a secret, fearful of his family selling him to the highest bidder. Harry had discovered his status by accident, one of the many abilities that accompanied his own inheritance, and planned to approach him about bonding to Charlie, who had returned from Egypt to learn from his father about becoming the next head of family. Bill, though he was the eldest child, was a bonded submissive, therefore Charlie was next in line.

“Two Weasleys with two marauders?” Severus mused, under his breath. “The world won’t know what hit them.”

Harry looked at his submissive. “You know, I should record you for all the people who think I’ve domesticated you.”

Severus smiled.

“Maybe Master would consider consulting Remus before intervening.”

Harry kissed Severus.

“Fine, Fine. Absolutely no faith in me, I say, no faith. I just don’t want Ron to find out about it before they’ve had a proper go.”

“Master knows that my lips speak only what he bids.”

“So dramatic, Severus, I love it.”

Severus surrendered to another kiss until his Master pulled away and smiled.

“Practically building ourselves a family.”

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The next night, Harry took Severus out to meet Ron and Hermione at the Hog’s Head. Harry ordered a firewhiskey for himself and a butterbeer for Severus. As a rule, he didn’t allow Severus to consume alcohol.

“Going strong tonight!” said Ron, spotting Harry’s whiskey as he walked into the bar. “I’ll have whatever he’s having, and put it on his tab.”

Hermione followed after, smiling apologetically, and kissed ‘hello’ to Harry and Severus. Harry only growled a little. They were making progress! She had worn Harry down over time, persisting even after Severus explained that his Master’s rules governing his interactions were non-negotiable. Severus thought she might have a conniption if she ever found out about his jewelry. She was surprisingly comfortable with their relationship but even she had limits.

Hermione took off her coat and ordered a butterbeer after making sure Harry was okay covering their night out. He always was, but she always checked. She was also very mindful of including Severus in the group. She couldn’t bear the thought of all of them drinking hard liquor while Severus nursed his milky beverage. She probably minded more than Severus, who was simply happy that his Master was having a good time. He didn’t really need that much more in life.

“How’s teaching, Harry? Who’d have thought that you would end up back at Hogwarts- well I say back, but you never really left- and I would end up in the Ministry?”

“Hermione, we all predicted you would end up in the ministry- it’s about time we had a competent Minister.”

“Oh hush you, I’m just a mid-tier employee.”

“Yeah and Mycroft Holmes just occupies a minor position in the British government.”

“How did you- that’s classified information, Harry.”

“The show on the telly is classified information? I think you got a headstart on the drinks tonight ’Mione.”

“They’ve made a show about him? That’s actually quite brilliant, no one believes what’s on telly.”

“Alright Sweetie, let's get you some food to coat your stomach and bring the conversation away from work. Remember, it’s a night out.”

They could always rely on Ron to suggest food as a universal remedy. After Ron had eaten his weight in bar food, Hermione recovered enough to ask, “Did you say that you and Severus watch telly?”

“Master enjoys Sherlock as well as the Great British Bake Off.”

“We watch it together so I can give Severus new recipes to try out.”

“How did you get it to play in Hogwarts?”

“Why don’t you ask my brilliant submissive?”

Severus blushed. “Muggles have a concept called live-streaming where the show can play on any host website. I was able to charm the television we purchased to play as if it is live-streaming. It’s minor spellwork compared to what Master is working on. There is a muggle-born businessman who claims he can bring Wifi to Hogwarts using a small router directly outside the property and a strong amplification charm. He’s working with Master on manipulating Hogwart’s magic to allow electronic access. It’s an ongoing project.”

“Do you think he can bring it to the ministry? How can I get in touch with him?”

“I don’t know enough about the details, but I don’t see why not. His name is Steven; I can send you his contact information when we get home later. He made this very popular product, I forget the name. It sounded like a fruit of some sort.”

Harry discretely tugged on Severus’s special leash, but Severus managed to focus back on the conversation to hear Hermione’s next question.

“Not Steven Jobs? Creator of Apple?”

“Oh yes, that’s him!”

“Steve Jobs is a wizard?!”

“American born. He attended Ilvermorny.”

“He’s brilliant!” exclaimed Hermione.

“Should I be jealous?” asked Ron.

Hermione laughed and smacked her boyfriend on the shoulder.

“Me with an American? Can you imagine?”

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After a long night in the pub, Harry and Severus returned home, Severus supporting his Master’s dead weight as Harry slumped himself across his submissive’s torso.

Harry snapped his fingers. “I need a sober-up potion. Fetch.”

Severus ran to get one from the medicine cabinet. When he returned to see his Master slumped over the couch, he quickly kneeled down and presented the vial to his Master. Harry needed a little help, but he was able to swallow the potion and sobered up almost immediately: Severus was very good at what he did.

Harry left Severus kneeling by the couch and took a few minutes to get two glasses of water that they drank before he led Severus by his leash into the loo. He started filling the tub and stripped his submissive, moving behind him and grabbing a hold of his cock. He pushed his own fully clothed body against his submissive’s and aimed Severus’s cock at the toilet.

“Release,” he commanded.

When Severus was empty, Harry moved to relieve himself, first stripping out of his clothing. He had just started pissing when a loud squawk from outside his window startled him, causing him to swing around in surprise, spraying Severus with urine.

His submissive glared at him.

“I’m starting to think your Mastery subject has made you paranoid.”

Harry took one look at his submissive and a laugh bubbled out of his throat uncontrollably. Before long he was in tears, leaving a disgruntled Severus to let in the infernal owl who pecked his fingers when he didn’t have a treat on hand.

“Mr. Weasley has sent a correspondence.”

“That muppet!” exclaimed Harry. “Where does he find these owls? To deliver to someone in the toilet?!” He bent over laughing, clutching his sides.

When the tub was finally full and Harry had calmed down, he took Severus into the deep water, washing him delicately from head to toe. He then gave Severus strict instructions on how to wash his Master, and let Severus bring him off with a soapy washcloth. Severus’s own cock, his ring glinting in the water, was left unattended.

When they finished their bath, Harry summoned heated towels to wrap around his submissive first, and then around himself. They made a brief stop in the kitchen where Harry instructed Severus to open the letter from Ron and read it out loud.

Hey Mate,

Thanks for tonight. You look good and so does SnapeProfesyour Severus. Send my best.

Ps- Mione wants to meet the inventor of orange a Apple.

Ron

“You’ll answer her in the morning.”

Harry led Severus into the bedroom, still naked, and instructed him to present.

Severus, expecting punishment, quickly climbed up on the bed and kneeled in the center, bringing his head down to the mattress, and his hands spread toward the corners of the bed. His Master then bound his wrist cuffs to the rings on that extended from the corners of the bed.

“Why are you receiving punishment, submissive?”

“I don’t know, Master.”

“Did I not give you warning earlier? Try to recall.”

Severus was quiet for a moment.

“I told Miss Granger I would write to her when we returned home, Master.”

“And which rule does that violate, submissive?”

“The fourth rule of interactions, Master.”

“Which is..?”

“I will not look at or answer any written messages without permission. I will tell my Master who messaged and see if it is acceptable to review and respond. Spoken requests shall be handled in a similar manner.”

“And how was this request handled, submissive?”

“On my own, Master.”

“Are you ever to handle anything on your own, submissive?”

“No Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

“I think you need a reminder that I am the one and only authority in your life.”

“Yes, Master. Please correct me.”

“Before I do, there is one more rule you’ve broken.”

Severus was at a loss. He wasn’t sure what he had done wrong.

“The seventh rule of obedience : You will not make inappropriate faces at your Master. You will never be angry in his presence.”

Severed paused indignantly.

“You micturated on my person!”

“Excuse me?”

“You pissed on me!”

“I marked you. You are mine and I have the right to indicate that in any way I see fit.”

Severus acquiesced. He accepted his Master’s word as law.

“You’ll get twenty with the paddle, but first I think I’ll warm you up with my hand.”

Severus did not respond. Punishment had started and his Master had not asked him a direct question. He was forbidden from speaking until it was over.

Harry started spanking Severus with even, heavy slaps to each cheek and thigh until he had Severus teetering on the edge of subspace. It took one hit with the paddle to send him over completely.

“Check in, pet.”

“M’good Massser...” slurred Severus.

Harry loved to see his perfectly poised submissive lose control. He loved to see him give in to his nature.

“My good boy. Nineteen more now. You don’t have to count.”

By number eighteen, Severus had silent tears streaming down his face, but his Master already recognized the difference between catharsis and pain. This was pure release. He could take much more, but punishment for them was less about pain and more about reestablishing control. When Severus broke a rule, he upset the balance of power. Punishment was about putting everything back to rights and restoring their proper dynamics.

After the punishment was over, Harry released Severus’s wrists from the bed posts, massaging Severus’s arms and legs as he brought his submissive out of his punishment position. He wiped Severus’s face with a warm cloth and bound his wrists to each other, spooning up behind his submissive, tucking the older man’s head under his chin. One of the things Severus loved most about punishment was getting to fall asleep while in subspace. It was wonderfully peaceful and he always woke up so content and rested.

Most of the following day was spent in obedience mode with Harry caring for Severus’s every want, and when it came time for Harry to patrol the corridors at night, he brought Severus with on collar and leash. Underneath his robes, his submissive had a magic egg vibrating deep inside his arse. Harry had tasked Severus with keeping quiet so as not to alert any rule-breakers of their approach. It was not an easy task. Still, Harry commanded it and Severus made it so; such was the nature of their relationship.

They were almost at the end of the shift and Harry had been slowly decreasing the vibrations incrementally until it was a pleasant buzz on Severus’s admittedly overstimulated inner walls. They had caught two Slytherins fraternizing in an alcove and would be serving detention with Hagrid the next day. Harry loved assigning Slytherin rule-breakers to Hagrid because they were always so indignant about it. Harry was convinced that they were more deterred by the fact that Hagrid ran their detention than by the detention itself. With ten minutes to the end of his shift, Harry suddenly turned the vibrator up to the maximum setting and Severus let out the smallest squeak Harry ever heard. In fact, he had heard mice that were louder than his submissive.

He turned to his submissive with an evil grin on his face. “Tomorrow’s another night. Maybe you can come then.” He turned off the egg and stalked away, pulling on Severus’s leash to follow.