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Welcome to the Green mamba's Dungeon	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21075 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

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A/N: This is one of the kinks I usually don't read and don't write, in all honesty, I'm not even sure if I managed to get it correctly - I hope I did and that you'll like it. So here it is Lucy and his obsession ;)
October 5. - Feet
The door shut closed and Lucius forced himself to say put, he continued reading the Prophet. It wouldn’t be the first time that Narcissa forgotten something and returned, he learned to wait for a while before indulging his needs, he learned that the hard way.
After all, they had what was considered perfect pure-blooded marriage, meaning that the marriage was arranged, they produced an heir and respected each other. He did love her in a way, he was devoted to her as she was to him, she closed her eyes to him having a Master and he turned his head to her lovers.
The only thing Narcissa didn’t approve off was for him to bring his needs home. So he kept them confined to the Dungeon--
Well, mostly all...
Lucius glanced at the watch and called an elf. The wretched creature appeared and he barked an order that no one is to disturb him under any circumstances. He rushed through the house, up the stairs and to his bedroom, he didn’t stop walking straight to the big walk-in closet and pressing the hidden button behind one of the hangers full of finest wizarding robes.
The hidden door opened soundlessly, his heart was beating fast, shortening his breath. The smell of this room filled top to bottom with shelves - shelves with shoes, sending shivers of thrill down his back. He spent a fortune on these Muggle products: high heel shoes.
He made a circle around the room, caressing each pair and choosing some, placing them neatly next to taburet in the centre. Finally, he sat on the taburet, yanking his boots and socks off. He glanced at his bare feet and frowned.
“Now, what shall I try first?”
He picked up a pair of blue-green high heels with the scale-like pattern, caressing the slightly ribbed surface. He deeply inhaled the smell of the leather, shivering as he pressed the side of the shoe to his cheek. His hands shook while he squeezed his foot into it, enjoying in the pressure on his toes, the elevation of his heel and the arch of the dorsal surface, it felt as though someone was squeezing his dick.
Slipping the other shoe with same, almost religious devotion he glanced at the huge mirror. Standing up slowly he sighed when the pressure on his feet increased - it went straight to his cock. Lucius made a few steps and sighed lifting a bit his robes for a better view. The shoes squeezed applying pressure more and more to the soft pads under his toes and around his heel. His brain jumped to the conclusion.
It is like I have a chastity belt on my foot, what a delicious and enticing idea!
He frowned, did they made chastity belts for feet? What would that looked like and, more importantly - how would that feel? He tried to wiggle his toes, but the solid form of the shoe compressed them tightly, and his cock jumped.
Sitting down he took them off with regret but already picking up the next pair. Finally, Lucius settled for the black lacquered ones with a red flower on the supporting part of the heel. He slipped them on and sighed, this model was perfect for him and his feet welcomed the slightly lower heel. Well, his ankles did, at any rate, his cock - not so much.
He strolled a few circles around the room in them before sitting on the taburet once more. He picked another pair - his prized possession, they cost him an arm and a leg. The shoes were order-made, an exact replica of only other pair existing - a fairly plain model, coated with hundreds of tiny diamonds.
He raised one leg admiring the arch and the sparkle around his foot. Running one hand over his foot and shoe he sighed. If he could he would fuck himself wearing this shoes. He would rub his cock against this shoe, but diamonds weren’t too friendly to that part of his anatomy - he knew, he had tried it once.
Looking at the mirror he frowned again - his ankles were too bulky and his feet too wide, an injustice to his otherwise pleasant physiognomy. With a regretful expression, he stood up and walked to the only space for shoes that had a door on it.
He opened the door and picked the pair of shoes that was placed on the silk padded pillow. They weren’t the most expensive ones he had, not special looking, not even unique… Those were rather plain looking, high heel black leather shoes with red leather soles. And they were a size and a half smaller.
“Maybe one day he would reward me by wearing them,” he whispered rubbing the leather against his cheek.
He could see it in his mind’s eye, the pale slim and slender foot with long fingers and elegant wrist. Oh, if his Master would only put them on - he would worship him, he would slither over the floor following Master’s steps. He would beg his Master to walk all over him in these shoes.
He would slip this shoe, little by little, slowly so that he could feel the smooth leather slide over the long thin fingers, soft sole and round heel. He would rub his face against that leg, licking every millimetre of its surface.
Moaning, Lucius dragged his tongue over the length of the heel.
An elf popped up and he nearly dropped the shoe. “What did I tell you about interruptions?”
“The Madam is returning home, Sir.” the elf squeaked, pulling his ears.
“Very well, now leave.” he hissed and elf vanished.
His heart from beating a seductive thrum and rushing blood to his cock skipped to a panicked beat. He carefully returned shoes he was holding into the cabinet and locked it. Lucius hurried to the living room and took his papers.
Draco entered the room, giggled and walked out. That kid is too spoiled and pampered for his own good, with no respect for his father, he thought bitterly.
Narcissa came in a few minutes later.
“How was your shopping, dear?” he asked conversationally.
“Lucius, how many times have I told you, you can do whatever you like but not in the house.” Narcissa hissed.
“I’m sure that I have no idea what are you talking about.” he smiled pleasantly.
“Don’t you?” Narcissa raised one eyebrow, her tone of voice insulted, she pointed rather crudely at his feet and walked away with an arrow straight back.
He glanced down and groaned, on his feet he still had his sparkly high heels.
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