This was written in October 2016 whilst waiting for a flight from Gatwick to Belfast (a flight which I only paid £1 for!)...

This was actually inspired in part by the fic "Accio Ballgag" by harby, Meneldur (the Slytherin's have tiny dicks bit!).

Pansy Parkinson was in bliss. She was in bliss because she was unable to move, the handcuffs that her Mistress, Fleur Weasley, had used to prevent her from moving was tight around her wrists, the strap-on that Fleur was wearing penetrating her pussy better than what Harry Potter could ever do.

She had been in this position for the last half hour, having come from her fiance's house, straight to her Mistress, the one woman who was able to control her, to make her feel in the position that would make her the perfect pureblood wife for her half blood husband.

Plus, Pansy would admit, Fleur fucked her better than her fiance. There again, it was the same when she was dating Draco Malfoy. He had a small dick as well.

All boys that had been in Slytherin had small dicks. Same with those that had been intended to go to the House of the Snakes. And Harry Potter was one of those that had been intended for that House, but he had persuaded the hat not to go there.

So Pansy had gone to Fleur Weasley, just like her fellow pureblood wives. Daphne Greengrass, Alicia Runcorn, even the Carrow twins. All of those who had married someone who was either in Slytherin, or someone that had persuaded the hat not to go there, and they were all dissatisfied with their husbands.

Fleur had a way to satisfy their deepest desires, and Pansy needed to be controlled. She needed to be dominated, and she needed to be fucked without breaking her engagement agreement.

And Fleur did it. Not once. Not twice, but she had been satisfying Pansy for the last few months. Ever since Harry and her started to have sex.

As Pansy felt Fleur place some clamps on her nipples, her pussy being pounded, she purred, knowing that Mistress Fleur was a demon in the sexual arts, her satisfaction being increased with every thrust, the need to please her Mistress by being the perfect submissive slut.

Eventually she felt Fleur pull out of her, Pansy having cum multiple times, her session nearly up, and she was dreading it.

She knew she had to go back to her fiance.

But she just wished Mistress Fleur give her what was missing.

A satisfactory cock.