Sheraht pawpress, +story

 (A colored sketch for Solidness/JimmyRuss)

I wished I had not said it. It was clear from the moment in which the words left my mouth that there was only one pathway from here on. Just a slip of the tongue had been enough to secure my fate and ensure my lack of personal freedom for the near future. I had even invited it upon myself, how foolish, in the name of charity and an attempt to find some common ground between myself and my mistress solely so I could see her more often. After crawling free one day, I had offered Sheraht a look around the gym that I frequented with the intention that her already strong frame could become more tuned.

“Do you wanna come join me tomorrow? I’ve got a free pass for it that you can use, nah it won’t be a problem.” I had asked. And when she had met me there she had also asked one question.

I exhaled. Warm air reflected back off the shiny and smooth surface of Sheraht’s tremendous hindpaw which was positioned so close to me that, if the light was not blocked otherwise, I would have been able to spot my own reflection in the toe which I had laid my affection upon eagerly. Sheraht kept one of her hindpaws pressed against me so powerfully that I never touched the ground while her toes, three per paw and each thicker than my torso, clenched and relaxed around my upper body. One smothered my face into its surface, one passed over my arm and shoulder, across my chest and then clamped beside my neck, and the latter was in my arms after she encouraged me to hold it against my stomach. Sheraht ensured the toes were never still so I never got used to their alternating pattern of smothering my face while allowing my chest to expand then switching so I wheezed out what I had drawn in.

“Are you regretting your generosity yet?” mused Sheraht.

Her other paw was responsible for making sure my legs did not kick out and I was sufficiently pleased by her presence. One of my legs was resting high, the other was trapped beneath a toe and lifted by its neighbour so my struggling motions were evident to her. Sheraht watched as my face progressed from peach to beetroot and grew more and more tinged with each switch back and forth. How restrained she acted when I practically felt sick around her; tight chest, short breaths, hot flush, pounding heartbeat. Why? I could not tell either, but perhaps this had something to do with it.

This was only the first exercise I had planned for her; calf push, unweighted, hold for thirty seconds, rest for thirty seconds, ten sets. Deep in my mind where I was not focusing on adding shine to her digits was the rest of today’s workout routine and the worst part is that I had penned it all myself, everything today was destruction at my own hand. Sheraht had admittedly thrown me a curveball before had even started with myself being asked to help dress her in the dark brown bodysuit as it would be so very very difficult without my assistance. I was not expecting her to lead me into an evidently small changing room and have me grab the lip with both hands and pull the skin-tight fabric over every single inch and nook and cranny of her body. I am already familiar with most of them but in the smooth fabric they seem to take on a new light, and it was only luck that kept me from being trapped between it and some bodyparts.

Perhaps my understanding of time had disappeared as I was sure that the constant hold, which was intended to exhaust the muscle, was persisting for more than a minute or even two at times, and the rest periods in between might have been enough for a handful of deep gulping breaths before the paws returned to pushing me. I had lost my clothes somehow in the furor that had occurred half an hour ago and been next to naked with only a pair of underwear ever since. Modesty hiding they were not, though I could rely on Sheraht’s hindpaw or toe covering it up any time. Against her stark marble shade, my vibrant shade was likely, and undeniably, obvious.

“I don’t feel the effects just yet, would you mind if I kept at it until I felt that burn?” Sheraht asked in an innocent tone. We were alone, at this time of night there were so few people that the extra rooms, as large as a classroom but empty of desks, were devoid of scheduled bookings until the early morning. We had hours. I had hours in front of me. “Or, if you prefer we can move onto the next one. Just so you know I do have two sets of wrists to work on.” I could see in short glimpses between the toes that she had her forepaws ready and waiting, visible against her dark skin and the bodysuit ending in a lip at the base of her hand.

I would not have this any other way.