Why of course (Remake)

Note: All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.

Draco Malfoy sat back in his chair for a while, thoughtfully staring at the heavy, swollen tits of Tit Whore, from which warm milk kept dripping steadily into the silver buckets. The thought of tasting that milk straight from the source suddenly seemed very tempting. He reached out and pressed hard on one of the buckets, yanking sharply on the sensitive breast.

Tit Whore screamed from the sharp pain — a high, **** sound that echoed through the café. Her face twisted, tears spraying from her eyes. That cry and the helpless look on the redheaded ****’s face instantly pushed Draco toward a new, especially twisted idea. Hermione — or rather, Idiot Bitch — had always been unbearably arrogant. Even now, bound and whipped, she kept glaring at him with that old haughty fury. This needed to be fixed once and for all.

With a predatory smile, Draco opened the notebook and started quickly but carefully writing one rule after another.

New rule: The Master can appoint one of his slaves as a “Mockery ****.” The job of such a **** is to constantly act incompetent, stupid, and weak, thereby provoking mockery, contempt, and ridicule from others.

New rule: Slaves who are mocked are not considered slaves in the eyes of society. They will be treated as if all their humiliating actions are done of their own free will.

New rule: A mockery **** must never speak in a way that others could respect.

New rule: A mockery **** must always dress either in an extremely provocative or deliberately childish style.

New rule: A mockery **** is required to actively seek out situations where they can humiliate themselves as much as possible.

New rule: An arrogant **** must never show that they are in slavery. They must convince everyone around them that they are simply a worthless, pathetic idiot.

New rule: No one will notice when the Master gives orders to the mockery ****, allowing the true nature of their relationship to stay hidden while freely mocking the ****.

Finishing the entry, Draco set the notebook aside and looked at the bound Idiot Bitch with a satisfied smirk.

“Stupid bitch, I finally found the perfect job for you,” he said mockingly.

Hermione’s eyes widened in horror. She opened her mouth, trying to say something through the gag, but Draco continued:

“Now you’re the mockery ****. Do your best to humiliate yourself in front of everyone you’ve ever known.”

The magic instantly sank into her mind and body. Idiot Bitch burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks. The magic **** her to get up from the chair even though the ropes loosened on their own. With trembling hands she grabbed her scattered clothes, tore off a few pieces, and started clumsily putting the rest back on.

Her outfit now looked even more pathetic and slutty. Her shirt was ripped open so it fully exposed her stomach and the underside of her breasts. The sleeves were gone, and the fabric barely stayed on her shoulders. Her full tits swung freely under the thin material with no bra, her nipples clearly visible through the cloth. Below, she only had on tiny black thong panties that hid almost nothing. Her whole appearance screamed cheap availability and total worthlessness.

Idiot Bitch stood in the middle of the café, sniffling and trying to cover herself with her hands, but the new rules were already forcing her to look for more ways to humiliate herself. Her movements became clumsy, her gaze confused and dumb. She no longer looked like a proud, intelligent witch. Now she was just a pathetic, arrogant idiot who brought contempt on herself.