over-night everything in Master’s house turned into me

Developing my furniture rabbits further via a story of a sex-slave that has found himself replaced overnight when everything in his masters house had taken his shape.

I woke up one morning to find my Masters house made up entirely of me. Stepping out of bed, my slippers had my head, and the sole where my foot usually rests was my body. Even my sleeping cot, bore a sinister resemblance to me. My masters morning coffee was served on an ornate wooden tray, filled with motifs of me. And the table I rested it upon had my body. Hunched over in perfect stillness.

In the past master had complained. Saying that I shook too much. The hot coffee cup did burn me after-all. Denby bake-well mug transferring the radiant heat from the mug directly onto my soft belly. No more of this. I savoured the experience. And Masters mean comments. Over-night I had become redundant. What use is a house slave if the entire house is made up of still, perfect slaves. I begged and pleaded with my master. Tears in my eyes. On my hands and knees. Bending down as far as I could.

“Don’t you see master, what use will keeping me around do if every single item in your house has started to mimic me”. I did not gain a response. Master simply lifted their paper back up and continued reading.

My morning chores were made too easy. A mop that was thin and it’s bristles were my tongue. No longer would I have to spend 6 hours, licking intricate mouldings on a shaky ladder. What use could I even have now. My labour, stolen from me.

I return back into the sitting room. And plead once again. My cries fell on deaf ears. Leaving the room I trip over a lamp cord. My body a mangled mess, with a bright blue shade over my head. As if I were a freshly neutered dog. Six nipples like a bitch. Tears in my eyes I return back to my pointless chores. Each object seemed like it had been tailor-made to mock me. Master had a pair of seeing glasses. Over night they had transformed into a new version. One that infuriated me. Two carbon copies, held together by metal rings. How could one even look through them. Their old case, now two hollowed out rabbits. Awaiting to be re-united with the eye-glasses.

Supper was served on a seemingly never-ending rabbit stack. Rug, table, place-mat, plate, cutlery, and even the food itself had become me. Master took a bite out of a chicken-breast, but it was moulded into the shape of me curled up into a ball. Using a silver plated fork that had my head. Ever other minute a new object would be revealed to me, and my anguish would multiply.

After his meal Master took his napkin out of my hollowed out body. And after retiring to the sitting room. He opened my red silk lined body to double check his coin based bounty.

Washing the dishes, I wanted to shatter them all. Everything was a copy of me, and I could do nothing. All I could do was continue to use a brush that had my head, with my tongue sticking out. That acted as a sponge of sorts. Dish soap spilling out endlessly.