Kinky Boots by Kagome357

The Freak

Well, it's time to bring sexy back. Let's see how we can get this Sesshomaru/Kagome story popping off. I've been itching to do a fetish story for some time now and wasn't really sure how I wanted to go about it, but since I keep referring to Sesshomaru's hidden toe fetish, I'll see if I can get something started there. I honestly don't how long I'm going to play with this. Errors to be fixed later.

The characters belong to the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi but I think I can make her blush with my depraved vision of her characters.

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"Sir, how much for these red patent leather stilettos?" The young woman asked.

Lost in his thoughts as he was stacking a shoe display, Sesshomaru turned around and looked at her. Young, pretty, didn't have good taste in clothing but had really nice feet.

"$180.00." He replied, casually looking down at her feet.

The young girl giggled and sat down on a bench "Can you help me see if they fit?"

"Certainly miss," Sesshomaru said quietly as he took the box from her hand.

The girl hiked her skirt up mid thigh and looked coyly at him. He didn't notice that sort of thing though. Women were always doing that with him. He was attractive, with his dark shoulder length Zac Ephram shag and deep blue eyes.

He wasn't concerned about that, however. Thighs and short skirts didn't really do it for him. He had his eyes on the prize.

He reached down and picked up the girl's foot, cradling it gently in the palm of his hand briefly as he slid it over her heel and to her ankle as he ran his other hand over the bottom as he slid the stiletto over her foot. The girl shivered a bit, arched her back and pointed her foot. Sesshomaru smirked. Nice, he thought, do it again.

He ran his hands sensuously over the second foot and got the same reaction.

"Walk down the isle and see if you like them," he nearly whispered, trying to control his wildly beating heart.

The girl slowly stood up and walked, a little wobbly at first but as she made several passes, she gained confidence and was soon strutting like a top model.

Sesshomaru looked behind him at the camera directly overhead. The pretty girl strutting in 4' stilettos was making his day. He'd get some really decent shots to look at when he got home.

"I'll take them!" The girl squealed and ran to the register to pay for her purchase.

Sesshomaru arched his eyebrow at her as she waved to him and left, wearing the shoes. He turned and continued to stack shoes on the display as though nothing had happened.

You'd think a man as sexy as he was wouldn't have to resort to something as sick as this.

It wasn't about that. It wasn't about the money. It wasn't about getting women quality shoes. It wasn't about being a productive member of society; hell, he could do that above most people in Japan, if not the world.

He did it because he couldn't help it. He had a foot fetish.

It was so naughty and forbidden he couldn't even say it out loud. He just carried on as though his life was normal.

Normal, he thought smugly, what does anyone know about normal?

Except he wasn't normal.

It wasn't normal to get a hard on putting sexy shoes on the feet of anonymous women.

It wasn't normal to take a picture of the cutest feet for his private collection.

It wasn't normal for a person of his means to act so publicly on his perversions.

The thoughts he had on what to do with those sexy feet in those sexy shoes? Not even close to being normal.

He almost burned with shame, wishing on the surface he could control his impulses but on a deeper level wondered how much depravity he could get away with.

He's seen some of the most hideous feet that ever walked the earth and he's seen some feet that he could caress with his tongue until the stars fell from the sky.

An Italian model walked into his store one day. Kami, she was hot and when she sat down and pulled her Timberland high-heeled boots from her feet, he thought he'd faint; she had the most beautifully French manicured feet he had ever seen. It was all he could do to keep from throwing her down, pouring honey on her toes and licking them until he came.

It was a two way street sometimes. Women who loved expensive sexy shoes know that men were hot for feet. They had to know. They'd give you that shy look and stick their finger innocently into their mouths but they see the look you give them. They know...oh yeah...they know for sure.

As depraved as his fetish was, he'd never so much as touch them inappropriately. That was the thing that made it thrilling; the idea that what you want was right there for the taking and you were strong enough not to take a bite of the forbidden fruit.

He thought about this as he made the long drive to his estate outside of town. He parked his car and went into his home, ignoring the staff that offered him dinner. Later, he told them. He had other things to do.

He went into his study and closed his eyes. A red swirl soon surrounded him as his nails lengthened, his hair changed colors from black to white and began growing, and his ears smoothed out and became pointed. A full crescent moon and magenta stripes completed his transformation.

When the swirl disappeared, he opened his eyes, revealing the soft amber orbs that concealed hidden delight in pursuing his favorite activity.

He went over to his desk and opened his computer. Clicking on the security camera feed, he began perusing over the dozens of women that came into the shop today until he saw what he was looking for; the young girl strutting in the red stilettos.

He closed his eyes and sighed, absorbing the heavenly sight as though it was the only thing keeping him alive. He never touched himself. No matter how depraved he was, he would never self-pleasure himself. It was beneath him.

He continued to watch, a delightful glint playfully dancing across his eyes as the girl paid for the shoes and walked out. He closed his computer and went downstairs for his dinner.

The next afternoon, he was absently caressing a pair of dark blue stilettos. He had become so adept to his fetish, he could stand in the middle of the street and caress a pair of sexy shoes without it looking like it was what he was really doing.

He heard a soft voice behind him.

"I need a pair of black stiletto thigh high boots. Can you help me?"

Sesshomaru turned slowly and caught sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had black, almost bluish hair, soft chocolate eyes, a perky nose, and a beautiful mole on the top of her soft pink lips.

He hadn't even noticed her feet.

He took a step back, actually at a loss for words.

"Sir?" She said softly. "Do you have them?"

Sesshomaru blinked and shook his head. "I believe so. Have a seat and I'll go and check. What size do you require?"

"A seven." She replied.

Sesshomaru thought he had died and gone to heaven.

He turned slowly and walked to the storeroom, thinking about how hot and sexy this was going to be...

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So...tell me what you think. I'll only post the perverted lemon over here. I think ff.net is really cracking down on the sex...

Reviews are as always welcomed.