For the Love of Socks

Written for Lamia of the Dark's Return of the Weird Prompt Thing

Prompt - [an unlikely character] enjoys being tied up

A/N: this is complete and utter crack nonsense, and is not meant to be taken seriously.

It wasn't every day that Dobby was treated like this. He knew that he had to be a very good little elf if he wanted to feel the type of pleasure he desired.

He was lucky to have someone that would do this with him. He knew that. He also knew that not everyone had the kind of fetish he had. But he didn't care. All he wanted was to feel loved, to feel pleasure like everyone else. He was a house elf, but he had needs too.

He had to work very hard to earn his reward. She had a strict set of rules he had to follow. For starters, Dobby wasn't allowed to speak for a whole month, and he and to clean every last toilet in Malfoy manor until it was spotless, along with all the toilets in her house too.

Dobby didn't mind the extra work, or being silent for a month. She wanted a hard working elf who kept his mouth shut and did his job. And in the end, Dobby knew it would be worth it.

When the work was done and the month was over, it was time for his reward. He gazed up at her, eagerly awaiting the moment when they would begin. It was almost too good to be true. And as he looked at her he asked, "Does Dobby get to feel pleasure now?"

Slowly she turned, the corners of her lips curving upwards in a smile.

"Yes, Dobby," Bellatrix replied.

"And does Dobby get tied up?" he asked.

She nodded, and he squealed in sheer delight.

He climbed up onto the bed and sat down, the candles flickering in the darkness helping to set the mood.

Bellatrix turned to him with a pair of knee-high socks in her hand. "Is this what you want?" she crooned sweetly.

"Oh yes," he said, his voice little more than a breathy moan as he gazed lovingly at the pair of socks.

She used one of the socks to tie his wrists together, then raised his hands above his head and used the other sock to secure his wrists to the headboard.

The little house elf wriggled and squirmed as he watched her empty a bag of multicolored socks onto the foot of the bed. "Socks!" he cried happily, his insides tingling with excitement. "Dobby wants socks. Please," he begged her. "Dobby needs socks."

She took her time, making him watch as she sorted the socks into neat little piles on the bed. She teased him by dangling a pair of socks over his head, holding them close enough that he could smell their warm, cottony scent.

Bellatrix was fairly certain that if someone brewed a batch of amortentia for this little elf, the smell of socks would be the first thing he smelled when he sniffed it.

When she had finished sorting the socks, Bellatrix took one of the socks and gently rubbed it against Dobby's cheek, causing him to moan and sigh as the soft fabric brushed against his skin. She put the sock on her hand and stroked the top of his head between his ears, moving down along his neck and massaging his shoulders. When she backed away Dobby struggled against his bonds, trying to reach the socks on the bed.

"Be patient, little elf," she told him. "The night is young, and we have plenty of time for you to play with my sock collection."