Hello again at last, sorry it's been so long but the real world and s**t happens.
I hope you like this, the 7
th
instalment, it's mostly disposition but it is the next part.
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It feels like it's been hours, I'm so muddled, but I can finally rest, sort off. That's really all I can try to do. Well that and smell the leather, shoes and foot odours around me.
I'm propped up in one side of a narrow wardrobe. From the light coming in though the cracks between the doors, in front of me I can see a beautiful row of 6 pairs of sleak, sharp, eye watering stilleto heels. The left hand, white pair of court shoes have an arch of crimson visible beyond the heel. The stitching in the fine grained white leather, is so fine its hardly visible. The second pair are the lowest, only about 3 inches of shiny mirror finish steel, leading up to a clear thick plastic foot with a steel zip. The middle left pair are midnight black. The boot and heel seem nearly invisible as they suck the minimal light in. I know they are there because Mistress placed the furry floppy calf length velvet pair in front of me before she closed the door. In contrast the middle right pair, which are also black but are knee length, rigid and tall have the shine of patent leather and bright silver buckles. The fifth pair of blue 6" heels are attached to a nest of straps and laces. I can imagine them wound round Mistresses calves and ankles highlighting the flow and structure of bone sinew and muscle that she stands so imperious upon. The last pair are a bit of a surprise. Bright bubblegum pink fur, about half an inch long, wraps the 8" heel and 3" platform that is the base of what looks like "monster" paws. I think I can even see claws hanging off the toes further into the dark recesses of my wardrobe. The glorious smell coming off all 6 pairs reminds me why I wanted to be here.
Above me hang about 4 pairs of leather trousers and a couple of leather pencil skirts adding a deep leather scent to the fragrance. The combined smells of musk, leather and sweat are heavenly.
My only regret is that I can look and smell but I can't touch anything before me. Around my neck is a thick leather collar Mistress has padlocked to the wardrobe wall behind me so I can't lean forward to appreciate the feel of heel or leather on my lips and tongue.
My wrists are bound in thick leather cuffs atrached to a thicker, taller girdle of leather that is tightly cinched around my waist. Mistress had Cindy place her foot in the middle of my back as she pulled and tightened the laces for it. Due to the tight confines my stuck out elbows force my back away from the wardrobe side thus stretching the attachment to my collar. They can't go sideways because of the narrowness of the wardrobe. I can either have painful wrists and elbows or a tight constricted neck. I can't move my bottom away from being jammed in the bottom corner of my prison as there is only just room for my feet. This means that I am ever conscious of the shiny steel intruder Mistress persuaded into me. It didn't look that big, only slightly larger than her thumb when she showed it to me, but it's in a place nothing had really been put until today.
I have to admit when she pushed the swivel ended steel rod attached to a hose into my back passage earlier, the noises/screams I made were quite girly. As she had rubbed some gel or lubrication on it, she gloated before the second clean out. My gut swelled so much I thought I would burst. The cramps came in building waves as she made me hold it for 3 minutes before she "pulled the plug". The relief as I voided all over the floor was abruptly stopped by the insertion of my current intruder. I feel sorry that Cindy had to clean up the mess. I think she may make me regret that in future from the look on her face.
After that Mistress bound my wrists and brought me up three flights' of stairs. The front door at the end of the ground floor hall looked inviting until Mistress applied her hand to my bare backside reminding me of my current state of dress.
The coffee table on the first floor reminded me of the taste of Mistress and what really lead to today.
The second floor was where Mistress had gone for the hood that lead to my current "punishment". I thought I would be more nervous heading that way but Mistress applying her hand again definitely overrode any nerves.
The landing of the second floor was a small burgundy carpeted space where each wall facing me was a door. Mistress pointed me at the left hand one. Fumbling with the handle I stumbled into a small brown room.
Two of the red painted walls had packed clothes rails in front of them while the third had a full dressing table filling most of the space with a small wardrobe on the end taking up the rest.
The mirror of the dressing table revealed my pale skinned, slightly tubby self. I looked as sorry for myself as I felt with slumped shoulders and obvious tear tracks down my cheeks.
Mistress placed a soft hand on my shoulder. Her breath blew in my ear as she whispered, "Lie on the floor, face down, arms above your head."
The dark brown thick pile carpet cushioned my knees as I dropped then tickled slightly as I prostrate myself. Mistress stepped around me then used the toe of her small patent black ankle boots to open the gap between my elbows. When she was satisfied she stepped into the gap.
I couldn't look up but felt the weight of Mistresss' gaze.
"Since you made the mess, clean my shoes."
I looked forward. I could see dried droplets across the whole of the front of both boots. They marred the perfection.
I crawled forward slightly, focused on the toes in front of me. I felt a slight tickle as my caged member dragged through the pile of the carpet. I had to focus. Tentatively I reached out with the tip of my tongue and licked. The earthy taste reminded me of where the droplets came from. I had to focus on Mistress wishes. This is the first time licking a boot on Mistress foot or the thought of it didn't get my heart racing straight away.
Mistress noticed. "Come on boy, get too it. You like boots and feet. It is what you are here for." She pushed her foot harder into my half open mouth.
Pretty quickly it wasn't difficult to put what was there out of my mind. I got down to what I really enjoyed, worshipping her feet. The smooth leather finish, the feel of warm toes beneath that tight cover, the smell of leather and polish took me away from myself. This is where I feel I should be. Then I started to feel the constriction of the cage. My member couldn't grow it was getting distracting. Mistress prodded my cheek with her other boot.
