Weekend at Sofia's: Paw Problems

“Sofia I don’t know if we really have time for that sort of – “ Dylan start, before he was shushed as she let her heel plop soundly onto his midriff. The distant smirk of the collie presided over his struggle, but the summary of those meaty toes overflowing his entire chest and the weight of her foot casually resting atop him prevented his escape (much less sitting up straight) utterly.

He bit his lip and summoned his courage and began the voice his protest when Sofia just leaned forward slowly and forced the air from his lungs with a casual press down. The totality of his concerns fled from his lips with a startled gasp as he squirmed beneath.

“Hmm? What’s that Dylan?” She mused, looking down at him over that long snout. The natural canine smirk of her chops curved wickedly in the rooms lighting as he flailed a bit. His hangs gripped at her foot and her toes and tried to move them back a smidge, but she remained un-phased. She permitted him a few tries before she just chuckled and shook her head. “You want to paws already? That simply can’t be right. We only just started,” Sofia scrunched her toes against his chest, letting those dull toe claws graze his ribs a bit as she ruminated over his fate, tilting her muzzle down to survey him. “Did you want more? Goodness – you seem quite overwhelmed as is but I suppose….,” she teased, finally let up; leaning to the side to extinguished her cigarette finally. The soft tiss of its dying embers sputtering into a ceramic plate as Dylan sucked in a greedy breath beneath.

He was grateful for the minor interlude – because no sooner had he begun to chase away the sparkles at the edge of his vision than did Sofia press down again. This time making him thump soundly against the carpet. She didn’t relent her advance this time either; those heavy toes pushed his hands aside and swallowed up his pecks. With a deliberate and casual motion she slid her paw forward; letting the dark weathered leather of her paw pads roll over his stomach and his rib cage. Surely she would feel the rapid beating of his little bunny heat thumbing away; the little drum beat of instinctual prey pulse pounding in the grip of a preposterously powerful predator.

His whole body burned. Smoldered with a trickle of oxygen and a primal surge adrenaline as he gawked up at the loomy leer of the doggy. With her sharp-sharp claws, and her sharp-sharp fangs set in a smirking victorious sort of smirk. She busied her hands with her dress shirt. The temptatious cling of the idle cloth had been hanging there, unattended the whole time, and now with a very very captive audience, he fingers sought out the prim and proper dress buttons. First the bottom one. Then the second up. The parted cloth gave peeks and narrow, shadowed glances of the soft cream fur of her mid-drift. Like her paws and her neck-fluff, but infinitely more reserved. Forbidden. Dylan bit his lip and squirmed. This time to get a better look.

As if aware of his curiosity the doggy made a show of the third button. She pulled back the white dress shirt just enough that he could see a glimpse of the beginning of the curve of her hip. Then she paused on the fourth. Her toes tickled across his collar bone and her heel planted firmly on his sternum. She pressed down just enough to force the air out of his lungs again. This time he was smart enough to exhale in a smooth motion rather than resist. Deflating lungs allowed her foot to sink down a few inches; so that her visage and her form were eclipsed by the dark obsidian of her paw pads. She spread her toes,. looking down at him between the gape of two of them. Zeroing in on him through the sights of her digits, before she leaned in and just stepped forward right on his face.

Her entire foot just dominated his vision and all his senses. Everything he saw was filtered around the hazy penumbra of her paw; around the eclipse of her claws and her digits. Her toes stretched over and flattened his ears against the carpet so that everything he heard was muted; muffled. She mused something above, but it was a broken cascade of half-syllables and a burst of laughter down at him as she held down so efficiently. As her heel lifted he managed to suck down another breath; rich with the scent and taste her. The inescapable earthy tone of her frame, perfumed with the distant ghost of that stocking he’d been so enamored with removing. What a Pandora’s box that had been.

Most of all he felt her. He felt every crease and texture of that paw as it smushed his short stubby bunny whiskers. He felt the way her claws tug into his sensitive ear hairs. The way the carpet slid underneath him as she pushed him along it like a piece of mere upholstery. Felt her freshly liberated shirt dropped down onto his bare waist and legs like an oversized blanket. Felt his own blush burn against her paw pads as he imagined exactly what sort of features lurked beneath that scintillating drape. In the blind dark beneath her smothering foot, his imagination seared with concepts of sweeping creamy hills and curvy mountains.

Pressing his head to the side Sofia let her pawpads preside over him. She bounced her foot heel a bit against him, daring him to try and lift that single paw off his face. Try he did; gripping and slipping against her toes as he grunted and strained and chuffed. He wasn’t sure if it was his own mild asphyxiation or the vertigo of additional size loss that made his body tingle, but his generous gains in lifting her foot up were steadily undone until the whole paw just slipped out of his grip and plapped atop his face as Sofia laughed.

“Mm, you really need to work out more, honey bun,” she critiqued, hooking arm around behind her, bringing it back around with a recently freed undergarment hooked around her finger. She let the shadow of it play beside him on the floor. The prospect of a rare view of unbound doggy awaited him if he could just pry those paws up a few inches. It invigorated him enough to attempt. She let him for a moment or two, before she just clenched her toes and pressed him back down.“… I’ve had pastries that put up more of a fight,”

The combination fatigue and verbal demolition finally got the best of him as he huffed. He wondered if the dizzying feeling was more size loss or just embarrassment at this point. He lay their limply and pouted a moment as Sofia tsked. “No need to get so worked up darling Dylie. For someone so small you certainly lasted a hot minute, I’d say.”

Stepping over him, rather than upon for once she finally let him go, walking towards her bedroom. He lay there, letting the ceiling light diffuse in his vision as he caught his breath. With a sly blush he rolled over to try and get a glance at the bare hound – only to catch her bra to the face for this troubles. An expert sling shot from a sharp shooter collie as she retreated with her tongue stuck out.

“Now, lemme freshen up a tad and then we’ll get a closer look at what’s ailing you bunny boy.”