Basement Bed

My basement bed is not exactly the most comfortable place of repose! For starters, the basement is freezing cold, such that my master and mistress never come down to visit me without having their winter jackets on.

Secondly, I am compelled to lie on a bed of cold, rough wood. I suppose I should be grateful that I do not have to lie on my back on the cold, concrete floor, but the wood is chapped and jagged and splinters often dig into my bony old back! I am certainly not deserving of a mattress or a pillow, let alone bed sheets or a duvet!

Thirdly, my movements are very much restricted whilst I am lying on my bed by a wooden neck brace and by other shackles made of heavy iron .

Fourthly, my mistress and master are in the habit of stepping on me with their dirty shoes as I lie in my bed. They are, of course, perfectly entitled to walk all over me, since they own me and I am their slave.

Finally, my master and mistress will oftentimes require me to sleep with their dirty socks stuffed inside my mouth and their sweaty shoes resting on top of my upturned face. It all makes for a most uncomfortable night as the basement light is switched off and I am left in total darkness whilst my master and mistress retire to their nice, warm, comfortable bed upstairs!

Ms Mukta lords it over me having 'put me to bed' for the night

I can feel her sneakered foot digging into my bony old ribcage

She wishes me unpleasant dreams and an uncomfortable night...

...as I feel the weight of her sneaker and sock on my upturned stomach

Tonight, I shall also have the privilege of sleeping with one of master Simon sir's dirty, unwashed socks inside my menial mouth

It gives me something to suck on during the night

That should help me to sleep, though I shall doubtless awaken with a foul taste in my mouth come morningtide...

...the taste of another man's stale, sweaty SOCK!

No wonder master Simon sir is amused at my ignominious sleeping arrangements!

I shall be spending the night smelling, and tasting, sweaty SOCK!

And it isn't even one of my mistress's socks!

It's the master's SOCK! My mistress's sock is still firmly on her foot, inside her sneaker - more's the pity!

Haha, sweet stinky dreams, sock slavey! You've made your bed - now lie in it!





 

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