Submissively Sleep Besides

I resist the urge to sigh, aware of how even my desire for a warm bed has been denied me. I nodded my head, and manage to flash him a toothy, if a weak smile, before replying, "I understand, Master. I can sleep by the bed, if you so wish, master." He smiles then, nodding a confident look. "Good, slut. Perhaps this lesson will help you to better understand how our relationship will work. Good night, slut."

He turns off the light, as I lay down beside what had been, until recently anyway, my bed. I sigh as I stretch myself out on the rather short, and not exactly made-for-comfort carpet flooring of my condo. I feel it upon my bosom, hips, and shaved mound more than any place. I gasp softly in surprise as he tosses his shirt, followed by his pants, and other articles, down upon me. I leave them upon me, submissively leaving them where he threw them. The movement later he puts his feet on my back, pressing me down hard upon the carpet. I felt him press my body hard upon the floor, my nipples being pressed upon the short threads of carpet.

I remain there, not making a move or a sound above a gasp or two, as he pressed his feet off the bed and onto my back. After a moment, I hear him start to untie his shoes, which he leaves on my back also. I manage not to gasp despite the discomfort, and as he pulls his feet up, I hear him call "...and my shoes better be there tomorrow mourning, if you know what's good for you, slut." He turns off the bed lamp, casting the room into complete darkness.

I try to make myself as comfortable as possible, without moving too much as to knock his clothes or shoes to the floor and make a sound. It's not exactly easy, and the sound of him snoring in what had been my bed does not help matters either. It seems to take forever, but eventually, I manage to drift to sleep myself...