[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet (Part Four)

I woke to my cock begging for freedom. Straining inside the metal chastity device. Luckily I had no need to use the bathroom. I didn’t know what time it was. I didn’t even know exactly what room I was in inside my own apartment. I ached, and would have loved nothing more but to stretch. I could tell this particular cage was a touch bigger than the one Michelle kept in her office, I wondered for a while if she had these laying around, or had purchased at first when I was incessantly making passes.

I attempted to slide my hood off, more because I wanted to know if I could rather than needed it off. I was in complete darkness. My stomach rumbled. I was hungry. A few barks echoed off of my walls, an attempt to figure out if Michelle was here. If she ever actually left. I was met with silence. Finally my cock went flaccid and I fell back asleep in my bondage.

The door closing rattled the cage and shook the hardwood floors. I perked up from my slumber and barked. Then whimpered. Then stayed quiet to hear exactly where Michelle was. The small creeks that my old hardwood floors made lead me to believe that Michelle was making her way up and down the hallway of my second floor apartment. Multiple trips and various muffled sounds were made by the woman that now had free reign over my apartment. I sat silently for the better part of a half hour.

The door creaked open after she took the lock off, attaching the lead back to my collar and yanking me from my metal prison.

“Morning” as monotone as ever was her greeting. Was it morning? It was a strong possibility I was locked in the cage for 8 hours, maybe more. I could feel the sun shining on my naked body once Michelle stopped my morning walk. I remained on all fours and barked a few more times. She patted me on my head and spoke, but I didn’t comprehend what she said or if she was even talking to me due to the earplugs.

Her hands found the plugs and removed them. Having my hearing return was a small victory, but I was still a blind dog. My collar jingled around as she replaced it with one of a little bit more heft to it. It felt thicker and heavier as she locked it on. Something cold, heavy and restrictive found itself being placed upon my upper body. Michelle tightened it and adjusted it as I went into my ‘heeling’ position. She tapped my inner thighs with her hands to dictate to me that I was to keep them spread, had to keep showing off my chaste sex.

I still hadn’t fully comprehended and digested the fact that my landlord had me naked, had my cock locked away. I still hadn’t even *seen* my locked cock yet. I’ve been blindfolded ever since.

The harness I was now fitted into had two metal rings that encircled my nipples, a leather strap attached the two rings, and more straps of carefully crafted leather went over my shoulders and around my ribs with various points outfitted with steel rings. She pulled upon the harness and seemed satisfied with the fit. Her fingers teased my nipples, pinching them with her nails, I whimpered as she twisted them. My moans were met with a laugh. This was the first time she had placed her hands upon me in a teasing manner.

Again, locks were procured and fitted into the two sets of buckles behind me. Lastly, she popped free the locks on my mitts and the puppy hood.

I eagerly and obediently awaited for her to slip off my mitts or loosen the puppy hood. It was obvious that I was in charge of that, as I heard the door open, close, and lock as Michelle left.

I stayed quiet and without movement for a minute or so to ensure that I was on my own, and that she wasn’t coming back. She left me no instructions, said no goodbyes, but her actions that morning made it clear: this relationship was ongoing.

It took a little while to get the mitts off, Michelle was kind enough to loosen the buckle around my wrist. My hands were sweaty and tingled when I stretched them out. Fresh air on my hands was not nearly as welcoming and appreciated as the air that hit my face when I untied and unbuckled the hood. I took a few deep breathes and gathered myself on the ground.

The metal chastity cage was *tiny*, it may not have even been an inch, but there it was in all of it’s locked glory.

I stood up and removed the knee pads, my legs creaked as they remembered what it was like to not crawl everywhere. Taking a look in my bathroom mirror, the harness and collar Michelle had locked onto me were black, leather. They screamed fetish. I must have been quite a sight decked out in all my gear just a few moments prior. There was no getting out of these two pieces. This was crazy. The high powered attorney next door is holding the keys to all of this.

I was starving.

That’s when I figured out just one of the things that Michelle was doing while I was in my cage.

She took every piece of silverware I owned. All of my plates, bowls and mugs were locked into one of my kitchen cabinets much the same way an old man locks his liquor cabinets so nobody can steal his booze.

Two dog bowls were on the kitchen counters. One read, in fancy penmanship, “water” the other “food”.

She wasn’t in the office, her SUV was gone from the parking lot. I knocked around my apartment for 90 minutes before deciding to eat. My options were scaled down without silverware, so scrambled eggs it was. All consumed on the floor of my kitchen with my face buried in a dog bowl. Her text *dinged* just as I was finishing up my meal.

“Good pup. See you tomorrow night. You know the routine.”

I have to go to work in *all of this fucking gear?*.

Mortified, yet I strained in my chastity cage.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/76q81u/mf_becoming_my_landlords_pet_part_four