Socks & Gags

I love the feel of sweaty socked feet in my face!

Ben Cohen in Attitude magazine

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Sir got up then and walked to the stairs.  Pulling a rug off the first landing, i saw that all was not as it would appear.  Sir pointed and i understood that he was indicating that i should get into the space under the trap door. I walked over and saw a ladder. Sir stopped me, and snapped in place a blindfold.  He guided me to the ladder by touch.  I counted 8 steps before my feet hit the bare cement. Through the mitts i felt the ladder sliding from my grasp as it was pulled up and out. Through touch, muffled by the leather of the mitts, i was able to feel that the walls were bare cinder block.  I was able to hear when Sir dropped the trap door shut.  When Sir replaced the rug, nobody would even notice there should be something bigger than a steamer trunk sized dead space under the stair.  Instead, a 9 foot shaft of cold cement held me.  I was in darkness, insured by the blindfold.  I was unable to grab onto anything to climb, there was nothing to grab, even without the mitts.  The height, rug, and the muzzle made sure that Master would not be disturbed.