Displays of Submission

With me with only a buttplug and emily in an unbuttoned blouse with stockings, heels, and a buttplug, we get noticed as Mr. Trotter walks the pair of us through the Atrium of the Ministry.

i  had never noticed before how many statues and paintings in the Ministry were enchanted to show the degradation of submissives by Tops and Switches.

He makes a lot of stops on the way to "ask for directions". He explains to everyone how He is now the Senior of His demoted sexretary and needs to be sure He's going the right way. Whenever He stopped, emily and i were under orsers to cuddle and kiss loudlynand sloppily. Eventually, we arrived at a special lift which only went between the Atrium and crrtain special offices.

Mr. Trotter explained it might be a long trip, so it was up to us to please Him. i removed His cock from His trousers and began licking and sucking on His ballsack. He groaned and patted my head while emily whined.

We reached the Interview Room early, plenty of people commenting about my naked state and Mr. Trotter's cum on my face. Since escorting me was eating into His time, Mr. Trotter insisted i be punished for wasting his time.

SMACK

my tits squished against the Committee Table, i drip cunt juice onto the floor as He spanks my fat, slutty arse.

SMACK

Mr. Trotter pulls His trousers down and tells emily to eat His arse while He spanks me.

SMACK

i could feel the oppressive aura of all the Dominants entering the room. i keep getting spanked and drool on the table in front of the amassed Ministry Witnesses. i  hear muttering and chuckling.

SMACK

“Jasmine Marlene Potter,” a woman's voice said with disdain. It made my slutty, submissive cunt throb. Mr Trotter stops spanking me and pulls me off the table. On instinct, i start sucking on His nuts and jerking His cock while emily is still licking his arsehole.

There's more laughter, louder this time, and then they continue.

“You are here today to officially Register and Document your obvious Status in life, please tell the panel how you, chuckle think you should be classed.” the voice commanded and my pussy gushed, causing everyone there to snicker, seeing the growing puddle of pussy juice. i look up at Mr. Trotter and then at them all, seeing one or two that look upset that i am naked on the floor with my knees apart, my arse freshly spanked, my long, braided hair held by a nobody Wizard like a natural leash. Most... look pleased, excited. i could only tell the truth. But i did so while still kissing Mr. Trotter's nuts.

“i, mwaah, Jasmine Marlene Potter classify myself as smooch Submissive, Sirs and Madam’s!” they then asked how much a Submissive i am, i replied truthfully. “i am a bottom kiss to bottoms, the sub of other subs, i am the lowest level of Submissive... i am... a Masochist.” a great weight lifts from off of me. Good. i only want to feel the oppressive weight of being Dominated by others. my speech is met with open laughter.

“Yes, we can tell. No Top would present themself to us naked with naught on your person but jizz and a dildo up your arse,” the voice states, "nor would a Top let themself be spanked into a drooling mess before us. And they certainlywouldnt be more focused on kissing a Wizard's nutsack than a meeting that decides theor future in our World." In my aroused haze, i hadn't noticed her moving closer. This humiliation tactic she was using was making me feel- "And a Top wouldn't cum from receiving a cum facial." The woman, an older Witch with hair the colour of copper pulled my head back juat as Mr. Trotter came and when His jizz landed on my face... just like the woman had said... i arched and howled, and came.

i fell onto my back, shaking from my orgasm. She followed and with her foot she pressed her shoe down against my pulsing, soaking snatch. i was going to, i-

“One last thing Miss Potter," she raised her foot up and then stamped down on my cunt, hard. "Cum you worthless slut!” and i did. i squirted everywhere on command, my back arched up and i knew this panel, these Witnesses... however they viewed me before, they certainly hated me now and would tell the world what i did, this in turn just aroused me more and more.

"Now, who are these other people with you Miss Potter?" The Witch asked me while still twisting her shoe against my cunt.

"I, Wizard Garry Trotter, was sent to escort Potter here this morning with my former Superior, Witch Emily Dawson.” He smirked at the gasps, it seemed emily was... expected to be a Top? He pointed behind him at emily, “This slut here, is now my Sexretary, a whore for me to pimp out and fuck, and who bet her, her wife, and her sister’s womb on Potter being a Virginal Top. So after this, I will leave to breed her." The Witch sadly stopped stamping on my cunt and demanded to know if i really had already been fucking. i  confessed to being fucked and bred by my Muggle Cousin and Uncle.

She fetched a metal stick and cast a spell at a nearby fireplace. i watched her stick the metal into the fire and then... brought it over to me!? It was a brand!

• FREE USE CUMDUMP across my chest, above my tits.
• STUPID CUNT right above my pussy.
• MASOCHIST SLUT across my upper back.
• BUTTFUCKED BITCH as a tramp stamp.

“Aiiiiiiiiieeeeee!” i scream as everyone laughs at my pain. “Please it hurts” my voice sounds pathetic as i look at the woman marking me. The Magic Iron Brand permanently labels my lack of worth. Even if i somehow ever did grow enough of a spine to assert myself and become a Switch, or even more unlikely, a Top, i could never remove any of them. At best, they could be altered to name an owner for me.

"You may go, Trotter. Go breed your property." Trotter left, dragging emily by her hair. "You, Miss Potter," the woman dropped down to squat over my face, "can entertain us for a little while."