The Night of the Buckwheat Hulls in the Fur

It seems innocent enough. Just a simple travel pillow, like you might carry in the car for a long road trip, or even take with you if you were going on an airline flight. You can buy these particular ones in Cracker Barrel restaurants. They are filled with buckwheat hulls, and covered with soft fabrics. Master likes to sleep with one.

Last night, just as we were finally settling down to sleep, lights off and all quiet, He gave the little pillow a final tug and a twist, and disaster happened... The diabolical, Trojan horse of a thing burst! The buckwheat hull army poured forth from its hiding place inside the innocuous looking plaid fabric and took over the entire bed. It all happened in the blink of an eye. In less time than a sleepy, naked slave can say, "EEEEKKKK!" The little statically charged, buckwheat hull invaders had crawled out of hiding, run all over the fur covered body of Master and completely immobilized Him. He was afraid to move for fear of spreading the chaos even further, and His extensive knife arsenal was rendered utterly useless. I sat there blinking in the seemingly mercilessly bright (on again) lights wondering what the hell I ought to do now.

Remaining calm under the onslaught, He suggested the vacuum cleaner. So I went to fetch the vacuum cleaner and a trash bag to try and capture the remains of the pillow and the remaining hoardes. When I arrived back in the bedroom with the vacuum, He looked at me, from His Gulliverian spot in the bed, and demanded, "are you allowed to carry that?" I looked around me in the darkness and, seeing no options, just looked back at him and tried to avoid the obvious, "DUH, Sir?" Instead, I assured Him that I had only dragged it on its wheels and not lifted or carried it...

I plugged it in, hooked up the attachments, and proceeded to engage in vacuum cleaner play with Master in the middle of the night. Of course, powerful personality that He is, about halfway through the process, we blew the circuit breakers. Luckily, by that point, I had Him cleaned up enough that He could go and restore power to the household and I could finish cleaning up the mess. Talk about suck!

See -- power exchange proceeds apace. No matter the obstacles, Dear readers.

swan