Daphne Greengrass x Therapist (muggle therapy) (Patreon)

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Daphne's frustration was palpable as she voiced her exasperation, "This is ridiculous!" She and Hermione were diligently working in Hermione's office, engrossed in preparing for the upcoming motion scheduled for next week. The weight of the situation seemed to hang heavily in the air as they discussed their predicament.

Hermione empathetically responded to Daphne's outburst, her voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and understanding, "I know, Daphne. I tried my best to reason with them!" It was disheartening for both of them to witness how some members of the wizengamot had taken issue with Daphne Greengrass serving as Hermione's secretary. Unfairly questioning her abilities based on unfounded claims about her dark past.

"Harry also tried, but they refused." Hermione sighed and said, "You need to get an evaluation from a neutral third party about your current allegiances that are not involved in wizarding matters."

"Like a muggle?" Daphne said.

Hermione nodded, "Yes, exactly. A muggle psychologist or therapist who can assess your current state of mind and allegiances without any bias towards the wizarding world. It might help convince the wizengamot that you are indeed trustworthy."

"Alright, well... I just need to find a psychologist or therapist who will evaluate me," Daphne replied, her frustration turning into determination.

Hermione and Daphne unfolded the Daily Prophet. They saw a picture of Ginny on the front page, smiling as she scored the winning goal for the Holyhead Harpies. "Looks like Potter will be enjoying his weekend after all," Daphne commented. Hermione laughed in agreement.

Later in muggle London.

Daphne walked through the streets, grateful for Hermione's assistance in finding a muggle therapist. This therapist could evaluate her and prove the doubters wrong. Daphne arrived at the address Hermione had provided and entered the building. The waiting room was cozy, with soft lighting and comfortable chairs. Approaching the desk, a secretary greeted her warmly. "Good afternoon, how can I assist you?" she asked.

"I'd like to schedule a session with Dr. Presiel," Daphne replied, referring to the therapist Hermione had found. The secretary smiled and nodded, promptly checking the schedule on her computer.

After a few moments, the secretary looked up and said, "Dr. Presiel has an opening tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM. Would that work for you?"

Daphne considered the timing. She knew she had to act quickly to address the doubts surrounding her allegiances, so she eagerly accepted the appointment. "Yes, that works perfectly," she replied with a sense of determination.

"Dr. Presiel will see you tomorrow, then," Daphne thanked the secretary and left the building, feeling nervous yet hopeful. Jennifer made sure that Daphne had left and stood up from her desk to knock on Dr. Presiel's door.

"Come in," she heard him say.

Jennifer closed the door as she entered. She found Dr. Presiel sitting in his chair, naked, with a dark brown woman on her knees, pleasuring him. "Another witch made a schedule with you," Jennifer said, sitting on his desk and smiling at the woman.

Dr. Presiel groaned and smiled at his secretary. "It's fortunate we have the magic meter at the door, isn't it?" Jennifer nodded.

"Right when she opened the door, it was clear that the woman had magical abilities, just like this one here," Jennifer said, grabbing the woman by her hair and forcefully pushing her down onto his shaft, causing her to choke.

"Angelina." Dr Presiel groaned at the sudden change feeling the womans throat tighten around him. "You're a good little witch, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

Angelina popped Dr Presiel shaft out of her mouth nodding at his words. "Yes i'm a good little witch," she replied, her voice slightly muffled. Jennifer watched with a smirk.

"I'll leave you to it," Jennifer said as she walked to the door.

"Are we still meeting tonight?" Dr. Presiel asked.

"Of course," Jennifer smiled at him before leaving his office.

Next day.

Daphne arrived early for her appointment with Dr. Presiel. The secretary motioned for her to take a seat in the waiting room. Daphne sat down, filled with anticipation and nervousness. Ten minutes later, she was allowed to enter the doctor's office.

As Daphne entered the doctor's office, she noticed a calm and professional atmosphere. Dr. Presiel greeted her with a warm smile and motioned for her to take a seat.

"What can I do for you?" Dr. Presiel asked.

"I need an evaluation as proof for the company I work for," Daphne began. "I work as a secretary for the CEO, and they think my work is negatively impacting the company and influencing her personal opinion." Daphne said, lying to cover her identity as a witch, but it usually does the job.

Dr. Presiel nodded, understanding Daphne's request. "Yes, I can certainly provide you with an evaluation that shows how personal opinions do not impact the company's performance," he replied reassuringly. Dr. Presiel pulled out a notepad and pen, ready to take notes during their conversation. He asked Daphne to provide some background information about her role at the company and any specific incidents that had raised concerns.

"Alright, everything seems to be in order. I do have one more suggestion. If you want to ensure everything and add an extra layer to it, I could hypnotize you to see if there are any lingering thoughts that they may find unappealing." dr. Presiel explained.

Daphne hesitated for a moment, unsure about the idea of being hypnotized. She had never experienced it before and wasn't sure if she wanted to delve into her subconscious thoughts. However, she also understood the importance of providing solid evidence to support her case. but a normal muggle man hypnotizing her seemed pretty unlikely. Fine she thought let's give it a try. "Alright, I'm open to the idea of being hypnotized," Daphne said cautiously.

"Excelent," Dr. Presiel replied, pleased with Daphne's willingness to try something new. He explained the process of hypnosis, assuring her that it would be a safe and controlled experience.

Daphne watched as the muggle therapist grabbed his pocket watch from his drawer. She smirked, finding it funny that he thought he could hypnotize a witch experienced in occlumency like her. As Dr. Presiel swung the pocket watch back and forth, Daphne couldn't help but suppress a chuckle. She knew that her occlumency skills would easily protect her from any spells that would infultrait her mind. "just follow the watch." Dr. Presiel said. Daphne held her laugh and did as the doctor said her eyes follow the watch as it swung back and forth.

"Yes, just like that," Dr. Presiel encouraged, his voice soothing and calm. "Talk about yourself as you keep following the watch." Daphne started innocently enough, discussing her made-up backstory for the non-magical world. "Go on," Dr. Presiel urged. Gradually, Daphne continued to reveal that her name was Daphne Greengrass. Dr. Presiel smiled as he noticed Daphne becoming increasingly suggestible.

As Daphne continued to follow the swinging watch, her voice became more relaxed and her words flowed effortlessly. Dr. Presiel could sense that she was entering a deeper state of hypnosis, making her even more susceptible to suggestion.

Dr. Presiel took the opportunity to test Daphne's subconscious thoughts about her magical abilities. "Daphne, imagine yourself performing magic," he gently suggested. "As you imagine performing magic, try using it to change the pocket watch into a beautiful crystal pendulum." Following Dr. Presiel's suggestion, Daphne took her wand and transformed the pocket watch into a stunning crystal pendulum. With a satisfied smile, Dr. Presiel observed that Daphne's subconscious mind was almost entirely under his control.

"Please give me that." Dr Presiel pointed at Daphne's wand. Daphne nodded and obeyed handing over her wand to Dr. Presiel without hesitation. "Now tell me what you really do for work." Daphne's voice remained calm and relaxed as she revealed her true occupation as the secretary, working for the Ministry of Magic. Dr. Presiel listened intently, his curiosity piqued by this unexpected revelation. He continued to guide Daphne deeper into her subconscious mind, asking her questions about her work and boss.

Furthermore, Daphne discussed her family, primarily focusing on her sister and a few of her friends. "Don't you like your sister's spouse?" Dr. Presiel inquired. Daphne maintained a composed tone as she confessed her disapproval of her sister's chosen partner.

"I could make an appointment with your sister if she's willing." The possibility of hypnotizing and owning both Daphne and her younger sister is very appealing.

"I'd like that," Daphne said, now completely under Dr. Presiel's hypnosis.

"Good, if you want I could hypnotize your sister so far that she would willingly divorce her husband." He explained.

Dr. Presiel's suggestion hung in the air as Daphne processed his words. "Yes," she replied softly.

"That is a big request I might need some convinving dear." Dr. Presiel said, looking over the pretty blonde in his chair awaiting his command.

"Of course, I can be very convincing." Daphne said sultery, standing up Daphne rubbed her hands together and looked directly into Dr. Presiel's eyes. She began to sway her hips seductively as she moved closer to him, using her charm and allure to captivate his attention.

Dr. Presiel smirked as Daphne approached seductively. He found her attempt to charm him amusing, but he stayed calm and in control. "You're quite skilled at using your charms, Daphne," he said with a sly smile. Daphne's hands brushed against her body, trailing over every sinful curve. "Change your clothes into something erotic and sexy." he commanded, holding out Daphne's wand.

Daphne took the wand from Dr. Presiel's hand and pointed it at herself, uttering a spell under her breath. "Yes sir." In an instant, her plain clothes transformed into a revealing black lace lingerie that accentuated her curves perfectly. She stood before Dr. Presiel, exuding confidence and sensuality.

Dr. Presiel couldn't help but be intrigued by Daphne's transformation. He admired her boldness and how she effortlessly exudes sensuality. "Very impressive," he murmured, his eyes lingering on her figure. "Give me back your wand." Daphne handed the wand back to Dr. Presiel, her gaze never leaving his. "Tell me about some of your sexual desires," he commanded, his voice low and commanding.

"Of course sir." Daphne's voice was filled with a mix of submission and anticipation as she began to describe her deepest sexual desires to Dr. Presiel. "I want to be used and dominated by a powerful man who knows how to take control. I want to experience pleasure and pain, to be pushed to my limits and beyond. I want to explore my submissive side fully, surrendering myself completely to someone who can fulfill all of my fantasies."

Dr. Presiel opened a closet, revealing leather straps and handcuffs for the hands and ankles. He took out the restraints and handed them to Daphne. "Put these on," he commanded, his voice filled with authority. Daphne obeyed without hesitation, slipping the leather straps around her wrists and ankles. As she secured them tightly, a sense of excitement and anticipation coursed through her veins. She was ready to surrender herself completely to Dr. Presiel's desires. "Stand at attention!" he commanded.

"Yes sir." Daphne said waiting for Dr. Presiel circled around Daphne, observing her bound and helpless form. He could see the anticipation in her eyes and the way her body quivered with excitement. With a firm grip, he pushed her into the chair, taking hold of the ropes to bind her limbs securely. Daphne felt a mix of vulnerability and arousal as she was locked in place, completely at Dr. Presiel's mercy.

Dr. Presiel smiled at Daphne, but he knew that there was still more to be done. With a sense of urgency, he quickly removed Daphne's high heels, leaving her barefoot and vulnerable. "Tell me Daphne what should I do to you?"

Daphne hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with the possibilities of what Dr. Presiel could do to her. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage and whispered, "I want you to tease me relentlessly."

Dr. Presiel's smile widened as he heard Daphne's request. He was more than willing to fulfill her desires and take control of the situation. With a calculated approach, he began running his fingers lightly along Daphne's exposed skin, tracing circles and patterns that sent shivers down her spine. Each touch was deliberate, designed to heighten her anticipation and leave her craving for more. "You're a stuck up little whore," he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and desire. Daphne's breath hitched at his words, feeling a surge of arousal course through her body. "Those people who don't trust you would like nothing more but to see you like this," Dr. Presiel continued, his voice dripping with both authority and seduction. "Bound and helpless, completely at my mercy."

Dr. Presiel grabbed a few things from his drawer, laying them on the desk, smirking at the thoughts of these things he could use on Daphne. He picked up a feather tickler, gently brushing it against Daphne's exposed skin. She squirmed in her restraints, the soft touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. As Daphne squirmed in her restraints, Dr. Presiel continued to tease her with the feather tickler, exploring every inch of her exposed skin. He traced it along the curve of her neck, down to her collarbone, and then slowly made his way towards her breasts.

"Your lingerie is in the way, love," Dr. Presiel said with a mix of amusement and command, gesturing towards Daphne's lingerie. He swiftly unclasped her bra, getting rid of it quickly. Dr. Presiel admired the sight of Daphne's bare breasts, their soft curves and hardened nipples begging for attention. He resumed his teasing with the feather tickler, gliding it over her sensitive flesh and watching as she writhed beneath him. Each stroke of the feather elicited a gasp or a moan from Daphne, driving Dr. Presiel to push her further.

He placed the feather back on the desk and grabbed his next item. Dr. Presiel reached for a small, vibrating toy from his drawer. He turned it on and placed it against Daphne's clit, causing her to gasp in pleasure. The vibrations sent waves of ecstasy through her body, intensifying the sensations that Dr. Presiel had already built up with his teasing touches. "Do you witches have something like this?"

Dr. Presiel asked with a sly smile, his voice filled with both curiosity and desire. Daphne could only manage a breathless nod in response, the pleasure from the vibrating toy overwhelming her senses. Dr. Presiel continued to hold the toy against her clit, varying the pressure and speed to keep her on edge.

Using a small piece of rope, he tied the vibrator to her thigh, ensuring that it was still vibrating against her folds. Then he grabbed a whip-like instrument from his drawer, its leather strands teasingly brushing against Daphne's skin. Dr. Presiel cracked the whip in the air, a sharp sound that sent a shiver down Daphne's spine. He traced the leather strands along her stomach, leaving red marks in their wake. All the while she was still being stimulated by the vibrator Dr. Presiel continued to tease Daphne with the whip, alternating between light touches and sharper strikes against her skin. Each flick of the leather strands sent a jolt of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain through her body, heightening her arousal even further. As he continued to explore her body with the whip, Dr. Presiel leaned in close to whisper in Daphne's ear.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself, Daphne," Dr. Presiel whispered seductively into her ear. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine as he continued to tease and tantalize her with the whip. "You've been such a naughty witch, haven't you? But don't worry, I'm going to make sure you're properly punished."

Dr. Presiel continued to trail the whip along Daphne's body, leaving a trail of red marks in its wake. The combination of pleasure and pain sent waves of arousal coursing through her veins, making her yearn for more. With each flick of the leather strands, she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

Dr Presiel felt a naughty idea come to mind, placing the whip back on the desk and reaching for a small bottle of oil instead. He poured a generous amount onto his hands and began to massage Daphne's breasts, the slickness of the oil adding an extra layer of sensuality to his touch. His skilled fingers kneaded her flesh, teasing and squeezing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

"Beg for it," Dr. Presiel commanded, his voice low and commanding. Daphne's breath hitched as she felt a surge of desire course through her body. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

Daphne's mind was clouded with desire as she obediently followed Dr. Presiel's command. "Please, Dr. Presiel," she pleaded, her voice filled with need. "I want you to take me over the edge."

"And what will you do for me if I allow you?"

Daphne's voice trembled with anticipation as she searched for the right words to please Dr. Presiel. "Anything," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll do anything you want."

Dr. Presiel smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at Daphne's response. He continued to massage her breasts, the oil making his touch even more slippery and arousing. As he teased her nipples, he could feel Daphne's body tremble under his hands. remvoing the viberator Dr. Presiel placed his hand on Daphne's folds, feeling the wetness that had already pooled there. He teased her entrance with his fingers, slowly sliding them in and out, driving her wild with desire. With each movement, he could feel Daphne's body responding eagerly to his touch. "Cum my whore," he whispered, his voice filled with dominance and desire. "Cum for me."

Daphne's legs desperatly quivivered as she came from the intense pleasure that Dr. Presiel had brought upon her. Her body convulsed with waves of ecstasy, and she let out a loud moan as the orgasm washed over her. Dr. Presiel watched with satisfaction as Daphne succumbed to his touch, knowing that he had complete control over her pleasure.

Daphne's chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath after the intense orgasm. Dr. Presiel slowly removed his fingers from her, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched her come down from the high. removing her binds Dr. Presiel leaned against his desk and looked at Daphne, who was still recovering from the intense pleasure he had just given her. He admired the way her body glistened with sweat and oil, her skin flushed with desire.

"On your knees infront of me." Daphne's body trembled with anticipation as she heard Dr. Presiel's command. She knew that her obedience was expected, and she quickly dropped to her knees in front of him. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she waited for his next instruction. "Remove my pants and underwear," Dr. Presiel commanded, his voice filled with authority. Daphne's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the button of his pants. She fumbled for a moment before finally undoing it and slowly pulling down his zipper. With a deep breath, she lowered his pants and underwear to the floor, revealing his erect member.

Daphne reached for it untill Dr. Presiel slapped her hands away saying. "Daphne, you will only touch me when I give you permission," Dr. Presiel said firmly, his dominant tone sending shivers down her spine. Daphne's hands instinctively dropped to her sides as she looked up at him with a mix of anticipation and submission. Daphne's heart raced as she watched Dr. Presiel move his erect member back and forth in front of her face. She could feel the heat radiating from it, and a mix of anticipation and submission washed over her.

"Just watch it," Dr. Presiel commanded, his voice low and commanding. Daphne's eyes locked onto his member as it moved in front of her face. She could see every detail, from the veins pulsing along its length to the glistening tip that begged for attention. Her mouth watered at the sight, aching to taste him. "Just watch it go back and forth, back and forth."Daphne's eyes followed the rhythmic movement of Dr. Presiel's member, her gaze fixated on the mesmerizing sight. As it moved back and forth, she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused, the desire to touch and taste him growing stronger with each passing second.

Smirking, he started to move it closer until it hit her cheek multiple times. Daphne's body tingled with a mix of pleasure and anticipation as Dr. Presiel continued to tease her with his erect member. Each gentle tap against her cheek sent waves of desire coursing through her, fueling the growing need within her. She longed to feel him in her mouth, to taste his essence and satisfy both his desires and hers. "beg for it," Dr. Presiel commanded, his voice dripping with dominance. Daphne's breath hitched at his words, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what he wanted, what he expected from her.

Daphne's mind raced as she processed Dr. Presiel's command. She knew what he wanted, what he expected from her. With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, she found her voice and softly pleated, "Please, Dr. Presiel... let me taste you." Her words hung in the air for a moment before his smirk grew wider.

Dr. Presiel's eyes locked onto Daphne's, his gaze filled with a mixture of satisfaction and control. He could sense her eagerness, her willingness to submit to his desires. Slowly, he moved closer to her, the tip of his member brushing against her lips teasingly. "Open your mouth," he commanded firmly.

Daphne's heart raced as she obediently parted her lips, eagerly awaiting the taste of Dr. Presiel. With a swift and deliberate motion, he pressed his member into her mouth, filling it completely. Daphne moaned softly around him, reveling in the sensation of being filled by him.

As Daphne took him in, Dr. Presiel began to move his hips, thrusting gently into her mouth. The sound of her moans mixed with the wet sounds of their intimate connection filled the room, heightening the intensity of their encounter. Daphne's hands reached up to grip his thighs for support as she eagerly matched his rhythm, taking him deeper with each stroke.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the pleasure building with each thrust. Daphne's tongue danced along his length, tasting him and savoring every moment. Dr. Presiel's grip tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as he reveled in the power and control he held over her. "On your own now." he said as he stopped moving, Daphne obeyed eagerly and with a fevour she worshiped his member, her mouth working diligently to pleasure him. She continued to suck and lick, using her tongue to explore every inch of his hardness. The taste of him was intoxicating, driving her desire even higher.

Daphne's eagerness only grew as she continued to pleasure Dr. Presiel with her mouth. She could feel his arousal building, his breath becoming ragged and uneven. With each flick of her tongue and gentle suction, she pushed him closer to the edge. Dr. Presiel's moans grew louder, his body tensing as he neared climax. Sensing his impending release, Daphne intensified her efforts, taking him deeper into her mouth and increasing the speed of her movements. She could feel the pulsating heat of him against her tongue as he reached the brink. "Your a high class whore," he growled, his voice filled with lust and dominance. "Now swallow it all."

Daphne's heart raced with a mix of excitement and submission as she eagerly complied with Dr. Presiel's command. As he released his grip on her hair, Daphne continued to pleasure him, determined to please him completely. She maintained a steady rhythm, using her tongue and lips to milk every last drop of pleasure from him. Daphne's mouth was filled with the taste of him, and she savored it as she continued to pleasure Dr. Presiel. With each movement of her tongue and suction from her lips, his arousal built higher and higher. His moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of their intimate connection. Daphne's dedication to pleasuring Dr. Presiel only intensified as she felt his release approaching. She could sense the tension building in his body, his breathing becoming more erratic. With a final burst of determination, Daphne increased the speed and intensity of her movements, eager to bring him to the peak of pleasure. And then it happened - Dr. Presiel let out a guttural moan as he reached climax, releasing himself into Daphne's waiting mouth.

Daphne swallowed every drop of Dr. Presiel's release, pulling out of Daphne's soft mouth with a satisfied smile. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, Dr. Presiel looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and admiration. "You're incredible," he whispered. "Stand at attention!" Daphne felt a rush of pride and excitement at Dr. Presiel's words. She quickly straightened her posture, standing tall with her chest out and shoulders back, ready to obey his command. As she stood at attention, Daphne could feel the weight of Dr. Presiel's gaze on her, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her body. "These are some nice breasts, nice big and perky," he commented, his voice filled with approval. "My cock will fit nicely between them." Daphne's heart skipped a beat as she realized what Dr. Presiel was suggesting. She had never performed a titjob before, but the thought of pleasing him in this way excited her beyond measure.

"Go lay on the lounge chair," Dr. Presiel commanded, pointing towards a plush lounge chair in the corner of the room. Daphne quickly obeyed, "Push them together and show me what you can do," Dr. Presiel ordered, a hint of anticipation in his voice. Daphne positioned herself on the lounge chair, lying on her back with her breasts exposed and pushed together. She eagerly followed his instructions, using her hands to press her breasts closer together, creating a tight crevice between them.

Dr. Presiel approached the lounge chair, his eyes fixated on Daphne's cleavage. He positioned himself at the edge of the chair, his erect member standing proudly before him. With a sense of anticipation and excitement, Daphne watched as Dr. Presiel guided his cock between her ample breasts.

Daphne tightened her grip on her breasts, creating a snug channel for Dr. Presiel's cock to slide into. She could feel the heat radiating from his shaft as he pressed it against her soft skin. Slowly, he began to thrust, gliding his length between her breasts with increasing speed and intensity.

"Every time I move forward, I expect you to kiss it," commanded Dr. Presiel with authority.

"Yes, sir," Daphne obediently replied. With each thrust, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tip of Dr. Presiel's cock, kissing it as he wanted.

As Daphne continued to kiss Dr. Presiel's cock with each forward thrust, she could feel her own excitement growing. "Such a beautiful body," Dr. Presiel murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. Daphne's heart swelled with pride at his praise, fueling her desire to please him even more. Dr. Presiel increased his movement more, making Daphne's breasts shake violently as he thrust between them. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, mixing with Daphne's soft moans of pleasure.

"Rub your breasts against my cock, cover yourself in my cum and your spit," Dr. Presiel commanded, his voice filled with desire. Daphne eagerly followed his instructions, using her hands to press her breasts against his cock as he continued to thrust between them. With each movement, she could feel the heat and wetness building between her breasts.

Dr. Presiel moved his right hand towards daphne's mouth pushing four fingers into her mouth and she eagerly sucked on them, tasting her own saliva mixed with the remnants of his pleasure. The combination of his fingers in her mouth and his cock sliding between her breasts sent waves of pleasure coursing through Daphne's body. "Moan for me whore." Daphne moaned louder, her pleasure mingling with the sounds of their bodies colliding. She arched her back, offering herself fully to Dr. Presiel's desires. With each thrust, she could feel her own arousal building, aching for release.

Daphne's body trembled with pleasure as she reached her climax, her moans of delight echoing in the room. Dr. Presiel continued to thrust between her breasts, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared his own release. With one final thrust, he groaned and released his hot cum onto Daphne's chest, mixing with the saliva and sweat that covered her skin.

Dr. Presiel took a moment to catch his breath and smile at the beautiful blonde on his lounge chair. Daphne basked in the afterglow, but was roughly grabbed by Dr. Presiel and pushed against the wall. "Just one more hole to go," he said huskily.

"Yes sir, anything." Daphne's heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and submission as she braced herself against the wall. Dr. Presiel wasted no time, positioning himself behind her and entering her eagerly awaiting backside.

"Argh that's tight!" Dr. Presiel exclaimed as he thrust into Daphne's tight backside. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, feeling a mix of pleasure and slight pain. "You like this don't you?" Dr. Presiel's voice was filled with a mix of dominance and satisfaction as he continued to thrust into Daphne's tight backside. She moaned in response, her body adjusting to the sensation of being filled from behind. Dr. Presiel's member pistoned in and out of Daphne's backside. "talk to me whore!"

Daphne, lost in pleasure and submission, obeyed Dr. Presiel's command. "Yes sir, I love it. It feels so good," she moaned, her voice filled with desire and surrender. "Fuck my ass harder, sir. Use me however you want." Dr. Presiel thrust more forcefully, his hips slamming against Daphne's backside with each movement. "Use me as you wish," she gasped, a mix of pleasure and surrender evident in her voice.

Dr. Presiel grabbed her pretty blonde hair and pulled it back, forcing Daphne to arch her back even more. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, pounding into her with a relentless rhythm. The wall shook with each forceful impact, echoing the sounds of their passionate encounter. "AHHHH yes don't stop!" Daphne moaned, her voice filled with ecstasy. The intensity of the moment heightened as Dr. Presiel's grip tightened on her hair, his thrusts becoming more powerful and unrelenting.

"Here it comes," Dr. Presiel growled, his voice filled with desire. He thrust into Daphne's backside one final time before releasing himself with a groan. Daphne screamed as he came inside her, her own climax washing over her in pleasure. They both collapsed against the wall, panting heavily and basking in the aftermath of their encounter. Dr. Presiel slowly pulled out of Daphne's backside, causing her to shiver with satisfaction and sensitivity. As they caught their breaths.

"Get dressed, but no knickers," Dr. Presiel said. Daphne quickly obeyed and retrieved her clothes from the floor. However, she realized that she could only wear her bra since she had earlier transfigured her clothes away when he commanded. Looking at Dr. Presiel, she stood waiting in only her bra.

"Oh yes, here," Dr. Presiel said, handing Daphne her wand. She quickly dressed in the beautiful dress she conjured with her wand. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure and making her feel confident and desirable.

Dr. Presiel watched with a satisfied smile as she transformed from disheveled to stunning in an instant.

Daphne heard Dr. Presiel open his drawer.

Daphne's eyes widened as she saw Dr. Presiel holding the butt plug. "lift your dress up and bend over." he said commandingly.

"Yes sir." Daphne placed her hands on his desk and then quickly lifted her dress up revealing her pale thighs and the curve of her backside. She felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness as Dr. Presiel approached her, holding the butt plug in his hand. He ran his fingers along the smooth surface before pressing it against Daphne's entrance. Pushing it gently, he slowly inserted the butt plug into Daphne's backside. She gasped at the sensation, feeling a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort as it stretched her. Dr. Presiel continued to push it in until it was fully inserted.

"You'll be my hypnotized butt slave, Daphne." Dr. Presiel said.

"Yes sir." Daphne replied.

"Our deal still stands. I'll hypnotize your sister and make her divorce her husband, turning her into a butt slave like you," Dr. Presiel said confidently. Technically, they hadn't agreed on Astoria becoming a hypnotized toy.

"Anything you want sir." Dr. Presiel smirked, pleased with Daphne's response. He admired her submissive position and the way the butt plug accentuated her vulnerability. With a firm grip on her hips, he guided her towards his desk and instructed her to lean over it.

"Maybe your boss should join in on the fun," Dr. Presiel suggested, his voice filled with a mischievous tone. Daphne's heart raced at the thought of involving her boss in their secret arrangement. Daphne's mind raced with thoughts as Dr. Presiel suggested involving her boss, Hermione, in their secret arrangement.

"You will all join my harem, just like the Holyhead Harpies," declared Dr. Presiel, his eyes gleaming with power and desire.

"All of them?" Daphne said surprised.

"They were; it was quite easy, I must say. Each time they played a match, one player would come to me for an evaluation." He chuckled as he told the story. "It ended with a beautiful redhead named Ginny – she's absolutely incredible in bed."

Dr. Presiel motioned her away from his desk and stood just an inch from her face. "You're mine! You're my hypnotized pet who will obey all of my wishes, fulfill any desire I have. And soon, your sister will join you in this arrangement. Your subconscious mind will only want to please me and fulfill my every command," Dr. Presiel whispered seductively into Daphne's ear.

"After every long day of work you'll find yourself longing for my touch, craving the release that only I can provide. Your body will ache with desire until I give you permission to satisfy those needs." Daphne's breath hitched as she absorbed his words, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

"You will slowly ease your boss Hermione into scheduling a meeting with me, under the pretense of discussing a work-related matter," Dr. Presiel continued, his voice filled with anticipation. "Once she is in my presence, I will use my hypnotic powers to make her submit to me just like you have. She will become another one of my hypnotized pets, eager to please and fulfill all of my desires."

Daphne nodded, her mind filled with a mix of excitement at the thought of involving her boss Hermione in their secret arrangement. She couldn't help but wonder how Hermione would react to Dr. Presiel's hypnotic powers and if she would willingly submit to him like Daphne had. The idea of having her sister alse join them in this arrangement was intriguing and slightly unsettling. But as Dr. Presiel whispered seductively into Daphne's ear, his words resonated deep within her subconscious, reinforcing her desire to please him and fulfill his every command.

"Now that concludes our session Daphne," Dr. Presiel said, stepping back from Daphne and returning to his desk. Daphne litterly snapped out of trance all his intructions deeply embedded in her mind. She blinked a few times, trying to process what had just happened. It felt like a dream, but she knew it was all too real. Dr. Presiel had successfully hypnotized her and now she was his obedient pet.

"Thank you, Doctor Presiel," Daphne said gratefully. She left his office and saw Jennifer sitting by the desk. Daphne waved goodbye to her.

"By" Jennifer said with a knowing smile.