After work and other pressing obligations were done, Hermione would take her on a walk through the gardens of the estate. Bellatrix enjoyed the fresh air so much, being away from prying eyes, it sometimes was easy to forget that she hadn’t worn clothes in week, that she was allowing her tormenter to drag her around like a dog. Hermione would have a "snack’ out in the gardens, she would sit on a bench and manuever Bellatrix where her legs were over the Alpha’s shoulders. She would lick her omega to orgasm, demanding that she be loud with her cries of ecstasy, if she held back her moans she would be punished. Very few days went without punishment, for one reason or another Bellatrix would do something disobedient, often it was some attempt to hold onto her humanity, her decency, her mind. Sometimes it was a spanking, other times Hermione would use a flogger, cross days Bellatrix would earn an accessory for the next day. She would spend all night tied up and being fucked insane all while wondering if it would be the gag, a blindfold the nipple clamps with the bells the anal plug with a tail, some combination of them. Or some new "gift’ Herminoe hadn’t yet introduced her to. Bellatrix tried her best to avoid punishment, so durring their mid walk break she would moan loud as possible, even when Hermione bit into her thigh and drank her blood.