[MF] Becoming the Landlord’s Pet (Part Two)

**Chapter Two**

I was locked in the cage for two hours in total. No attention was paid towards me besides a few offhand comments about some judge, and the post office. I was pretty much ignored the whole time. And because of that, when Michelle unlocked the cage and left me with my clothes I had nothing to say.

I was turned on to the extreme, my cock dripped onto the bag as I struggled to find a comfortable way to rest in the cage. Anytime I shifted my weight too much and caused the cage to rattle it was met with a “shhh” or a “What’cha doing in there?”, neither of which I responded to other than to quiet down. Mostly I tried to comprehend what exactly the dynamic was at this point. Should I bark and whimper? Should I ask questions as to what she expects? I resided myself to worrying about this later and enjoying it for what it was and what it could possibly be. If this was simply *punishment* for having a late rent check (even though it was an honest oversight) than I have quite the story, and quite the quirky attorney landlord. Plus, I couldn’t be blamed for pushing the issue more. If this was something she was into and I guessed right, then the sky’s the limit. I wondered if she left the cage out on purpose and I fell right into her trap. All this time I thought I was being cute and throwing out feelers. Was she just smirking as she sat in her office, or chatted with her husband?

Jesus! I thought. She’s married, this woman has kids and clients and represents criminals in the court of law. And, locks her tenants in dog cages. I was fucking into this.

I dressed and made my way into her office where she typed away towards her monitor. I didn’t know what to do. It felt good to stand. She glanced my way and barely acknowledged me. I honestly felt like I was still being punished like one of her children.

“Thanks for stopping over with your rent. I’ll be in touch.”

I spent the next few days in an absolute hangover of arousal and intrigue, confusion and intoxication. I wanted more. I needed to know what was next. But I couldn’t bring myself to text Michelle. It took all my strength not to ask her *anything* or tell her how much I loved those few hours. But she barely said anything to me. It didn’t strike me as anything she did because it was a fetish or turned her on. It honestly felt like punishment, in much the same way normal landlords would just charge a fee for late rent. I was thrown off to say the least.

That Monday I worked 12 hours, the Tuesday after that I put in an 11 to 9 shift, and I didn’t arrive home on Wednesday night until 9 as well. But I did notice the light in her office was on, and her SUV was parked in the back. With a beer in me, I decided I would shower and plan out a two sentence text to send her. At least I knew that she was alone.

I wondered if she was waiting for me to make the first move. Send the first text. Acknowledge what transpired a few days ago. With a day off tomorrow, I didn’t want to stay quiet and then lose my chance due to being at work.

“I would like to spend more time in your cage. I have all day off tomorrow” I kept it short and succinct. Not wanting to stare at my phone for the next hour I vacuumed and did dishes and folded laundry. A simple text awaited me when I was done.

“I’ll be in the office at eight in the morning.”

**Success. And also, holy fucking hell.**

A note greeted me on the door, a yellow sticky written moments earlier I assumed.

“Step into the foyer and leave your clothes folded neatly in the safe. You’ll find I left a few items out that you will be using going forward” Going forward! My shaking returned and I took a few deep breathes as I stripped away my clothing and eyed the items that sat on a tray inside the safe.

A black and pink collar of leather and lace, outfitted with 4 brass bells and a central, circular ring for a leash. It jingled as I placed it around my neck and secured the buckle. I closed my eyes and imagined Michelle placing this collar upon my neck, but scolded my greed shortly thereafter. A pair of black knee pads were rubber banded together and went on easy. White paw prints had been applied to the shell of the pads using some sort of vinyl sticker. With a little time spent crawling one would ache quickly.

Michelle knew this.

What else did she know?

My naked body crawled out of the foyer and through one room towards her desk. I could hear her talking and surmised she could obviously hear the jingling of my dog collar. This act alone was humiliating. But I kept moving passed her and into the back office where the cage sat, properly prepared with the gate open.

But, it wasn’t there. So I had to spin around and keep my head up to find it. Michelle had moved it to the other side of her chair, against the wall by her desk where a wide filing cabinet would usually sit. Nobody would see unless you were where I was: on the floor, behind her desk.

As I crawled closer to the cage, Michelle stopped me by dropping thick, leather mitts onto the ground. Her finger pressed under my chin and lifted me up into a heeling posture, kneeling back with my elbows bent and my hands raised up. The mitts balled my hands into fists and locked on one after the other. I was being fully prepared now. An object of which she desired to be a dog. She waved a squeaky toy in front of me, squeezed it until I barked, and tossed it behind me.

My now hard cock swung back and forth as we played fetch. The subtle thuds of my knee pads upon the hardwood floor were only less humiliating than the jingle bells attached to my collar. I got in the habit of dropping the toy into her hand and barking for her to throw it. Besides playing *fetch* with her *tenant*, she paid me little to no attention. She typed away and spent a lot of time on the phone, I spent a lot of time staring at her stocking clad feet and the carpet in which her desk sat on. Eventually she threw a few toys at once, and that’s when I noticed one was a ball-gag. Red, shiny, with a black strap that looked brand new. I opted for this over the rubber-flavored dog toy. When I returned, the gag was fastened on and buckled tight. While I went into a heeling position before her, she rubbed her stocking clad feet upon my throbbing cock. I was sure I deposited lengths of pre-cum upon her toes. My whimpering moans elicited a chuckle from Michelle as she slipped earplugs into my ear canals. Everything went silent as she directed me into the cage. She pressed her finger up to her lips to signal to me I was to stay silent. I barked from behind my ball-gag and crawled to the cage.

Before I could turn around, the door was closed and locked and a black sheet was draped over the metal frame. I was now in darkness.

What little I could hear, I made out the sound of the front doors buzzer, then doors opening and closing.

She was meeting with *clients*, and I was merely six feet away, drooling from my gag and dripping from my cock.

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