My body weakens, and I collapse into her. All my thoughts are engulfed by her brilliant light. Her face twists from its former deterioration, turning into something full of life and hope. Her body resembles an angel, limbs perfected and strong. Wings of pure brilliance sit behind her, like sheās come to bring a sacred message.
Everything about her tugs on my soul, drawing my breath away. I donāt deserve to breathe the air of someone so majestic. She gazes down on me, my eyes falling into the endless pools of lush lavender petals that lays where her eyes were.
āMy kitten missed me didnāt it?ā She says, not even bothering with the importance of a human pronoun. Why should sheā¦I canāt possibly be equivalent to a divine being. I slowly nod my head, lost in a daze. The world around her is a blur. Nothing else matters anyways. She blesses me with that radiant smile, her hand now warm as it strokes my hair.
āGood mittens. Does it want to do mistress a favor?ā she asks. Mistressā¦that name did always suit her. I purr and nod, remaining on my knees like a good kitten. Of course Iām a kitten, how could I not be? Iāve already got a paw, and the hand only got in the way. I raise my left paw, tilting my head curiously.
She plays with the soft pads of my paw, and each small motion of her finger feels like a thousand mini lightning bolts traveling through my body. I groan, breath catching as the sensations of bliss wash over me. āSuch a good kitty~ Hereās what it's gonna do for mistress. It gets to clean my boots. It still remembers right?ā I struggle to understand, but I do remember about boots. I eagerly purr, leaning towards her gentle fingers and ready to start.
I don't even consider the thought of how I will without usable hands. In reality, I can't even think at all. My mind is far outshone by her, and I simply bend over so my head is near her boot. I can't see her, but I can feel the smile. She grabs me by the gag and removes it, before shoving a toothbrush handle between my teeth.
The memories flood over me as she sets the cloths, cleaner, conditioner, and polish nearby. I notice her boots are already unlaced. I purr louder, wiggling when I lean my head in. My body shifts close to her right leg. I straddle her calve with cage pressed tight as I work.
The intimacy fills me with warmth, helping me sink further into her embrace. I lean my head so the brush catches between the upper and the tongue of the boot. I bury into the groove, ensuring to get an abundance of dirt clear from the heard to reach spot. As I shift to get the other side of the same shoe, dust from the presumed sortie prior gets lodged in my hair. So sweet to have the ability to embrace the aftermath of her battles.
I revel in the scent of the grime, blood, and dust covered footwear, leaning down to get a slightly dampened rag into my mouth. I rub my face into the sides of the upper, purring as I work the filth out. I wrap my head around to the other side and repeat the process, before turning to the vamp and toe box. My chest squishes and rubs on the floor as I work all the way down to the soles.
She lifts her boot, and I turn my head upward. She presses it down onto my cloth and face, using me as a scrub to get into the bottom of the shoe. After a moment, mistress releases her foot, only to follow it up by stepping on the back of my head. I groan as she applies pressure. Sweet release if she just leans a little further. Thenā¦she stops, returning her boot back in front of me. I tremble in more excitement instead of fear.
My face is lit up like a giant warning screen. Red hues showing the desire built from probably months of denial. I lean behind her and rub into the backstay. I nuzzle the back of her calf as I do, more than eager to please.
Itās a little awkward to get used to. I get a hold of some gentle soap next, leaning over to dip the rag. As I do, she presses the boot up against my cage, gently rubbing against it to tease. She then shoves her toe into my perineum. I moan, dropping the cloth as the first intimate touch in ages. I shake and fluid drops from my confined girlcock.
Mistress kicks me in the ribs, and knocks me over before holding up the cloth. She steps into my iron chest, and glares. āWhat does it think it's doing?ā She raises an eyebrow expecting an answer.
I whimper, shrinking. She doesnāt allow me to. She shoves the soapy end of the cotton rag into my mouth, letting the taste be all I get while I finish this step. It tastes horrendous, but I find myself enjoying it anyway. Mistress desires it, so mistress will receive. I lean forward again, doing an in depth repetition of the first clean. Both boots look clean shortly after, getting a careful drying and some time to air. I wait patiently, unmoving from my spot. I dare not breathe too hard for fear of its considerations.
Mistress is so gracious, rewarding my composure with another *click*. The snap sends my soul careening backward while my mortal vessel remains in place. I fall into a deep pit of mistressās approval. Itās an intense release of pressure. No need to think. Just obedience. If I just obey, Iāll be granted the eternal pleasures she shares.
The boots now are properly ready, no dampness to the touch. I return to the care of her boots, fetching a new cloth. I get one between my teeth and go to the container of conditioner. As my face presses into the vessel, Iām engulfed in the long missed scent. Iām enthralled, carried into the notes of burning wood and sizzled meat cascading in a torrent of former intimacies.
My eyes glaze over as my clit cries in its confines. My body shakes with fervent desires awakened from deep hibernation. Mistress always loved her boots. I crawl over, the smell inescapable. I lean in and start at the camp and toe box this time. I move in small, circular motions while using just enough pressure to get the waxy substance to permeate the layers.
Iām slow. Methodical. Making sure to check the reflection every so often. For the first time, I begin to see glimpses of my face distorted in the leather. In the dark ripples I vaguely make out pale, slightly pink fleshy hues. I watch as the conditioner soak in, I work my way through the tongue and the underside of the uppers.
Each moment working finds a new reward, watching as they begin to revitalize. I crawl and rest my crotch on her calve, rubbing deeply into external quarters. Finely working the threads and refining the heel cups. The backside is most intimate, requiring me to crawl behind her legs. She sits on my back as I grind my face into the backstays.
I purr louder and louder as I watch a soft reflection return to the previously dry and muddied leather. It is now that I see my shape more clearly. While still blurred and foggy, i see my shape. The faint memory glimmering into my mind. Where once was a lively, nourished fleshy pink, now instead lay a pale, blue undertoned, malnourished hue. Small segments of off-white now become shimmers of metal and chrome. Where I once saw a smiling face, instead returning the visage of bruising and cracking. A smile plastered in from an onslaught of drugs, stiffled by a cloth it is so eager to hold.
It matters not, because I have been granted the gift of cleaning her boots again. A task I thought I'd long lost. I can't miss my chance to reclaim it. I wait patiently as she lets her weight drop on me further. I quiet my thoughts. I have no task I can accomplish without ruining her seat. It would be foolish to think I know better than an angel.
"It still knows how to behave for me. I knew I trained it well. Such a good kitty, mittens." She says in that illustrious voice. The stagnant considerations of our time on Pallidus A. The old campfires and dreams of the great expanse. She grants me another *click*, before lifting off me and granting me the ability to move once more.
I get my brush, carefully angling it in my mouth so the round end rests off to the side of my face. I start the methodical motions to buff out the conditioner, being sure to get it well engrained in the pores. I see myself doing nice again while I work. Another momentary glimpse.
I see a clear defined grin that looks almost forced. The emaciated frame reveals the presence of deep muscle despite. A wellspring of strength wrapped in just enough fat to maintain function. A display of vague paws and more rib-like structure. She gives me more clicks, her nails digging into my scalp as she gives me pets. I melt in her embrace, letting myself ignore the concerning sight. Only mistress matters.
I carry on, carefully repeating the process once more on her remaining boot, before retaking my spot knelt by her side. I wait patiently as she strokes my head, needing once more to let the conditioner set. It takes 2 coats to see that luster and moisture regained, but the time needed is well worth it to see them so eager for use once more.
Once they properly set, she snaps her fingers and points in front of her. I heed her command, quickly sitting in front of her. She lifts my chin. "Does it remember how shiny I like them?" she prods. I drool and nod. She wipes my chin. "Its so cute when its being pathetic. I'll have to reward it, pet." she flirts. The intoxication yanks at the remnants of that meaning. Pet. Hers. How I missed this moment. She releases and I wiggle my rear, trying to flick the tail that is not present.
I begin to approach the rag and the polish but she stops me. She lifts my paw and tapes the polish appliers to one of the digits. "Goddess would be very upset if I let it poison itself." She clarifies. By now the words hardly have meaning, I'm just happy to care for her and see that faint smile. I dab the applier into the polish, and once more lean forward over her toebox.
I gently dab and pat up and down the vamp to the tip of the toebox, carefully applying micro-circles to get the clean application i desire. I work my way bit by bit towards the side of the first shoe. I pay particular attention to the eyelets when I make my way to the quarter, making sure not to get any on the shiny metal. My head lays on her calve as I lean in close to watch the light. She readjusts her foot and angle so I can do my work proper.
I tidy the stitching, and manage both sides of her healcups too. The backstay is quite nice as well, and once more gives me the most stable view. As the first layer of polish catches the light, I see the shape of tired eyes. The marks against my ribs from the constant kicks the the chest. The brutalization, blood and shattered bones of my one hand, the anatomically correct paw on the other.
I carry on, and each boot is treated before she swaps me to the buffing brush. I lean my breasts into her legs as I make clean, long, fast strokes back and forth to match the direction of the shoe. Straight motions each time, being sure to not start or end with contact on the boot, but rather long sweeps that provide consistent, less stripey results. I hug the limb in a brace as I work, allowing me an easier task with my clean lines.
The final task before I can admire my work arrises, and I am unsure how she wants me to manage it. Until she lifts up something she had hiding in the pocket of her cargo pants. A pair of cotton panties, and the first article of clothing I had seen presented unworn during the length of my stay. She tells me to turn and lift my leg. I eagerly comply.
Itās a slow and tender moment, her embracing me from behind and on-top while she pulls my bound hindleg into one leghole. She repeats, nails lightly trailing and scratching on the second while she hikes them up. She pulls out a key, and dangles it in front of my face. "Do you want your second chance, mittens?" she inquires. I am taken back to that first day, and I whimper with that desire that was now sitting at a boiling point. Anything at all for finally getting to heal my craving.
"Good pet." she rewards, uncaging my girlcock. It takes a few moments as the mobility is returned. It springs to life, though a fraction of the size it used to be. Maybe 2 inches at best. "Awww, kitty shrank from lockup?" she taunts. I nod very excitedly. "And it likes that its smaller~ Such a slut." she says more playfully as she rubs my released clit from over the panties she just put me in. I moan and grind mindlessly. She *clicks* her tongue and then grabs it harshly.
I groan louder and a wet spot forms on her hand. The pain that should have been felt is instead replaced with a surge of endorphins and a rush of feral desire. "Good kitty. Now." she says taking a seat on my stone bed. "It should present itself, so I can polish my boots on its pathetic pussy." she states, pointing sternly.
