If Bellatrix had been a bad puppy she would go straight to "bed’ which meant she was tied in a kneeling position next to Hermione’s bed her legs spread, her arms tied behind her back, her ankles tied to her wrists. Her enemy, that enchanted Dildo was pressed in an brought to life, one day when she had the audacity to try and escape, she had five didlos to keep her company, one for each hole and two flying around like a golden snitch, poking and prodding at her breasts, her stomach, her hands, her feet, her nose, everywhere, she spent the whole day having her body assaulted by cold unrelenting toys, she never felt lower than when she came multiple times for being gangbanged by magic. Hermione had told her if she was not enough for her, she would give Bellatrix more than she could handle. With how sore she felt the next day, it was a lesson she only had to learn once. All without being cleaned, it just wasn’t the way she wanted to spend her days, she wanted to be a good girl, a loyal pet, she needed Hermione’s care and praise, without that she would definitely become nothing but a toy herself.