I'm alive and kicking! I still don't have enough time to write anything serious, but I have urge to write something perverted. This time it will be a realistic femdom story loosely based on real life experiences :)

If you aren't adult, I advise you to leave although I'll try to avoid explicit content.

A DANGEROUS GAME

by CreatorZorah

It was a very boring day. Just her usual day. As always she was having lunch in a small muggle restaurant not far from Ministry. Despite her young age, Daphne was heading the Department of Magical Education. As one of the few Slytherins who had fought against Death Eaters in the Battle of Hogwarts she had certain privileges. She could climb the ladder faster.

But still, it was a boring job just like her life. The news about her younger sister's engagement with Draco Malfoy did nothing to better her mood. In fact, it reminded her about her own private life, which was inexistent. It wasn't her appearance that made it difficult. She thought of herself as one of the most beautiful girls of her generation and that wouldn't be far from truth. She had been a usual target of Hogwarts students' wet dreams regardless of the House.

Her problem were her sexual desires. She had absolutely no interest in a traditional relationships. She wasn't playing for the other team, no, she was attracted to men, but in a different, very special way. She wanted them on their knees before her, humiliated and worshiping her. The Wizarding World was small and that made her choice quite limited. There were very few men who would like this sort of treatment. Most of them were worms who weren't worth her time. She wanted a man whom she could respect, not some desperate idiot. More important, she wasn't a fool to allow her desires to ruin her reputation.

She had tried to initiate the desired relationships with two boys in Hogwarts, but every time she had had to stop realizing that her desires had been unrequited. There was one time she had tried to date pretending to be normal like anyone else, but it hadn't worked well, hadn't lasted even a week. Much to Daphne's dismay her behaviour around boys and subsequently girls, whom she had always been envious, made people think she were arrogant and unfeeling. They had even given her a moniker, the Ice Queen. It was a sad existence, but Daphne hoped she would find her destined one, who would love to kiss her feet more than anything else! At the thought she failed to suppress a blush and hid her face behind a random magazine that had been lying on the chair left by previous patron.

"I didn't know you were so interested in motorcycles."

Daphne cursed inwardly, lowering the magazine to look at the speaker. It was Potter of all people. She hated Potter. Well, not really hated. He was handsome, powerful... someone she could respect. Exactly her type. But she hated the fact that he caught her off guard. What was he doing in the muggle restaurant anyway? She had thought she was the only one to visit it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I was looking for a place to have lunch, then saw you here," he answered taking place across the table. "Mind if I join you?"

Do I mind? If you kneel before me and beg... Daphne shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts, that were about to cause another blush. To hide her emotions she used her usual facial expression "you're dirt under my feet".

"I didn't expect to see you in the muggle part of the city," he said.

A bit offended she asked, "Because I'm a pureblood?"

"Well, yes," he answered, "but mostly because you've always seemed to turn up your nose at anything muggle."

"Ah, that should teach you that a wand doesn't make a wizard," she said with a cold smile.

Potter was about to retort, but was interrupted by a waitress, who asked, "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Orange juice, please," he told the waitress with a smile and turned to Daphne. "My bad, I didn't want to offend you."

"You didn't, not really," she said. "The Prophet reported about your betrothal. Congratulations are in order, I assume?"

Despite knowing that she hadn't had any chances in first place, she was very envious of the bloody redhead. Harry Potter would have become the perfect specimen to satisfy her needs. But he was betrothed now and soon would be married. He was out of the picture, just like most men of her generation. Well, those men who deserve her attention anyway...

He blushed innocently and blurted out, "Thanks. I hope that the Prophet will leave me alone some day."

"That won't happen even if you finally die."

"Finally?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you have this uncanny ability to stay alive. There are whispers about your immortality... Not that I believe this nonsense."

"Why would anyone believe..." he said in disbelief, before stopping himself in the middle of the sentence. "Ah, forget I said that. They believe anything."

At that time the waitress returned with a drink for him and asked, "Are you ready to order?"

"Steamed turbot with langoustines, please," she said.

"And for you sir?"

"Er... Fillet of Limousin veal... with artichokes," Potter told the waitress.

As she left, Potter looked at Daphne and said, "So, muggle restaurants."

"What about them?"

He shrugged. "Well, how did you discover them?"

"I'm a pureblood and in employ of the Ministry. Did you miss the latest laws, which forced us to learn more about muggle world?"

"Do you mean annual examination?"

"Yes," she answered. Daphne had been quite annoyed by the law, but in the end it had turned out to be the best thing could have happened to her. "I had to invest some time into studying the muggle world. And then I found lots of wonderful things I had never thought even existed in first place. You have to admit that it's impossible to find anything similar to this place in our world."

"Wizarding world has other qualities," Potter argued.

"Oh? I didn't think that you of all people would defend superiority of the Wizarding world."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You mistake me for Hermione," he said.

Despite her attempts to stay calm Daphne burst out laughing. Oh, it was so bad that he was already taken, otherwise she would love to try to get him on his knees. But... did Weasley matter? Daphne realized that she didn't really care about his fiancée. If Harry were willing to become her slave, his marriage with Weasley wouldn't interfere with Daphne's wishes at all. But the chance of him agreeing was very low.

Although she had absolutely no experience, she knew that she couldn't afford to rush it. If she had any chance then she had to use baby steps, otherwise she might scare him off. Daphne decided that talking would be enough for awhile, however, she had to secure the next "date" with him even if he wouldn't consider it as such.

"Well, I have to get back to work. We should do it again," she said as they finished the meal.

" I'd be happy to keep you company."

"Until the next time then..."

And so it began. At first they would meet regularly at the restaurant. She was careful enough to keep him unaware of her plans, but every single time she would try to make little progress, letting him do something insignificant for her, asking him to help her with something. Much to her delight he had never said "no" to her, even when she asked him to give her a back rub two weeks later.

Daphne knew that Harry loved Ginny, that much was clear, but at the same time she began to notice that he enjoyed when she was ordering him around even if she didn't ask him to do anything beyond simple things. Of course, she feared that it could be just wishful thinking. However she was almost convinced that it wasn't her imagination when he rubbed her feet at her place. She used an excuse that she was very tired and her feet were hurting. Two months and she got only that far... She was afraid to push her luck.

And then one day Harry made her sure that he was enjoying to obey her, to let her have power over him. When she asked him to rub her feet as she was lying on a sofa, instead of sitting beside her, he knelt before her. Her feet were so close to his face that it sent shiver up her back. The pose all but screamed that he wanted to be humiliated by her. He was a strong and stubborn person in real life, who wouldn't allow anyone to control him. At least he seemed to be the person. But there was this side of him no-one but her knew. The side she absolutely loved.

But she had to take a step towards him. She wanted him to kiss her feet. That would be the turning point. But would he do that? She was sure he wanted to, but at the same time... it was less than a month until his wedding with Ginny.

"Just do it," she ordered finally.

"Wha-at?" Harry uttered.

"I know you want it," she said. "We both want it. Just... seal the deal."

Harry was silent for a few seconds, before saying, "I can't... I can't just cheat on Ginny."

"I'm sure you know that we aren't talking about sex, Harry."

"And I'm sure Ginny wouldn't be happy about me being..."

"Being what? My slave?" Daphne smiled. "It's not like you'd really be my slave... and it's not about sex for us. We'd just have some fun. How much fun did you have in your life? You told me yourself that all your life you were doing what expected from you, not what you wanted. Why not try to do something you want for a change."

"I don't know, Daphne."

She almost cursed, realizing that her words didn't work and he was still hesitating. It was so damn close! "Well, either you do it, or we're done."

"We?"

"You know what I mean. We had this... relationship for two months." She moved her foot closer to his face. "Come on, Harry. In for a knut, in for a galleon."

For a few moments she feared that he would chose to go away, but then he leaned to her feet and began kissing them again and again. Daphne was so shocked that she didn't react for a dozen seconds. Yes, she wanted him doing that, but Daphne didn't believe that he would. But here, Harry Potter, the most powerful wizard of the Great Britain was kneeling before her, kissing her feet and accepting his role as her slave. And Merlin, it felt... good.

"How it is going to work between us?" Harry asked. He sounded very insecure.

"Well, if we want to make it work, we need a few simple rules," Daphne agreed and smiled mischievously, "How about you'll just do anything I ask?"

"With a few... restrictions if you don't mind," he said carefully. "You won't force me to do anything in public places and you won't force me to do anything criminal."

Daphne frowned. "I have to reject both restrictions. Let's say I'd want you to use polyjuice. It's a restricted substance and it's use could be considered a crime. But we would be able to have lots of fun with it. As for public places... I want to be able to use you in public places in disguise."

"How about I do anything you ask me to, unless your orders threaten our reputation or lives as well as lives of people around us. Our relationship shouldn't be made known. "

"Much better. From now on you'll obey me. I'll do anything I want with you and you won't complain or refuse unless my order would fall under restrictions. Of course, we might have missed something, but I'll try to be reasonable about it. It's not like I'd order you to eat troll dung, we both know what it's about."

"All right," Harry agreed.

"Good..." she said. "How come you didn't do it with Ginny?"

Harry sighed. "Ginny is... very submissive at home. She's... a lot like me in a way. In public she's headstrong and confident, she argues a lot and has always got an opinion about things. At home, however, she seems to think that as a man I have to decide on every single bloody thing. But I don't want that. I have desires that only you seem to understand. It would just disgust her. I, however, love her and don't want to lose her just because I'm a freak who loves to be dominated and humiliated."

Daphne scowled. "Do you think I'm a freak too?"

"Of course not," he answered.

"But I do have weird desires too," she told him with a sigh. "You aren't a freak, Harry. Stop saying this nonsense."

He shrugged. "Did you ever had something similar with someone else?"

She shook her head. "No. What about you?"

" I often let Hermione order me around." He blushed furiously. "But it's nothing like what I have with you."

The thought of Granger dominating him was amusing, although she felt a pang of jealousy. She knew that it was different, but still... Mine! Daphne placed her foot on Harry's face and pushed him to the floor. Then she stood up and stepped on his head with her right foot. It was, probably, a bit painful, but nothing Harry wouldn't handle.

"Well, slave, let's have fun!"