No. She would give full-body-suckings that, when she was finally ready to take your load in her mouth, you felt like you were pouring out your whole s...ul through the end of your erection, into her mouth and right down her throat! Or sometimes, she’d wear my cum around her neck, like, what they call a ‘pearl necklace?’ Well, she’d actually leave it there, on her face and chest, for hours and smile and look down at her handiwork and then at you and just— SMILE! And she acted like she was proud of. He should be able to whip up a potion to help. Hermione nodded eagerly. Professor Slughorn was old, hed been a potion master for ages. If anyone could help her, surely he could. Wrapping herself in her cloak again, Hermione followed Professor Sprout down into the dungeons where they found Professor Slughorn still in his sleeping dress, brushing down his large walrus mustache as he answered his door. Just stay here, Professor Sprout said, patting Hermiones shoulder sympathically. Ill explain so. He wiped off the nipple clamps and flogger dropping them in the bag as well. When he was done he tossed the towel on the bench next to Brenda. "Don't wipe any cum off your face until you get home, slave." He said. Brenda was shocked. Lifting her head she said, "But Master..." "Don't Make Me Repeat Myself Slave," He said sternly. "and for the back talk you can wear the ankle cuffs until you get home. Keep the and ball gag around your neck as well." For a moment Brenda was speechless. "Yes, Sir,". Ridiculous.But then something happened that was even more absurd... a candlestick, with three candle-holders (and only one lit candle) hopped onto her stomach. Kristen stared at the moving piece of decoration in complete shock.It dripped hot wax onto her right nipple and Kristen screamed, thrashing against her bonds... it was so hot and burning! Her nipple immediately puckered beneath the wax in pain, and the candle stick dripped more onto it. Kristen's mind was having trouble wrapping around.