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

Shopping was quite the experience. Since the same day Michelle locked me into my gear was also my day off, errands had to be run. I wore a hooded sweatshirt to cover up the harness, but the collar and shiny ring affixed to the front was hard to hide. The girl behind the counter at the market smirked as she scanned my groceries and rang me up. I barely noticed my cock cage, the metal tube so small I had no reason to worry about any noticeable bulge.

Dinner was messy. Eating from my bowl was humiliating and challenging and degrading. Eating on all fours made my cock fill the tiny cage as much as it was allowed. Because of course.

A text came from Michelle around 7 pm. It was becoming clear that I wasn’t to text her, and only respond and reply when she initiated conversation.

“No clothes at all when you’re in private”

I replied that my clothes were off, and stripped. But no other text came back.

I didn’t hear from her until late afternoon the next day. I had to wear a larger sweatshirt to work to cover up my harness (again) and my collar (which made me hot), and so I skipped out of work early and arrived home around 3:00.

“Have to cancel tonight. Family stuff. See you at 11 in the morning. You know the routine. Let me see you in your gear!”

I snapped a photo from the ground, making sure to show her my cage and my collar.

“Good boy. No bed for you tonight. Enjoy the cage.”

I slept in the cage that night. How would she even know? But when I woke up multiple times in the middle of night, I finally crept into my human bed and enjoyed a night’s sleep.

Well rested and now naked, I crawled into Michelle’s office in my chastity, chest harness and collar. The knee pads were the only thing left in the safe and so I quickly affixed them.

No greeting was made as Michelle was on a phone call. Though it appeared as if it was a meeting, as she was on speakerphone and multiple voices could be heard talking.

My puppy hood was laced and buckled and locked, the mitts slipped over my fists and locked as well. My shaking returned with my arousal. I could only imagine what Michelle had planned today, but I was perfectly content with spending time at her feet. Obediently and full of submission.

As she sat at her desk, listening to the call and occasionally typing, her hands would run themselves over the leather hood, her stocking-clad feet toyed with my swollen balls and her toes would ever so slightly caress what little skin the cage exposed of my cock head.

Once the phone call was over I barked and whimpered and rubbed my head on her upper thighs. Smelling her was becoming intoxicating. A certain calm washed over me when I could cuddle up against her. The bed that usually sat in the cage was now moved under her desk, and so I was allowed to curl up at her feet in my small little nook. How delightful. Her feet often caressed my inner thighs as she worked, and I would get scolded if I ever thrusted into her legs or soles with my useless cock.

“Okay…” she interrupted my downtime around two, “I have some free time, all fours, ass up, head to the ground….”

I shuffled out from my spot under her desk and did as told, spreading my legs. I blushed under the puppy hood knowing that my balls were framed perfectly by the metal ring of the cage, and my butthole was now staring right at Michelle.

A cold, lubed, latex gloved finger slipped itself in between my cheeks. I shifted forward on the ground and caught my breathe. Another hand yanked back on my harness as the single digit went knuckle deep into my hole.

I tightened around her finger. My anal virginity was lost years ago, but it wasn’t something I was routinely subjected to. Michelle expressed her pleasure vocally in small grunts and groans, “hmm” & “huh!”, every time she went deeper or added a second and then third finger. Slowly and methodically she pumped my ass with her fingers, spreading my cheeks with her free hand, spanking me lightly and cooing to herself. The office was dead silent and filled only with the sounds of lube being pumped in and out of my now fucked butt.

The phone rang. My landlord not only answered but continued to press herself into me while having a full blown conversation. Her fingers made way for a rubber buttplug. She teased my hole before letting it slide all the way in. I moaned much too loudly when the largest part of the plug buried itself into my asshole. Feeling myself tighten back around the base was euphoric, I missed the pleasure of being ‘stuffed’. Michelle was obviously pleased, her index finger scooped up the pre-come that dripped frequently from my caged cock, enjoying the taste as she continued to pump herself into my butt.

I was in such a heightened state of arousal, I could have stayed here for the next week.

She discarded her glove in the kitchen garbage, snapped her fingers for me to get back onto my bed and pointed towards her desk.

That’s when I felt the bulb and hose sway behind me and rock against my thighs. This wasn’t an ordinary buttplug. My landlord had filled me with one that *inflates*, and inflate it she did. Slow at first, letting the bulb inside of me settle into its size before she would let the air out to deflate the plug. She repeated this process until it was at its max size (afterwards I would  come to learn this size was larger than a softball), my moans turned to groans, I barked to have to deflated but I was instead shuffled off into the cage as punishment. Her hands alternated spanking my cheeks. I had clearly displeased her in my verbal outburst of displeasure and I quickly learned my lesson for my disobedience.

I would stay stuffed to the max for the rest of my day.

A few days later, Michelle decided I would pleasure her for the first time.)

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