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

A busy week kept us apart from one another longer than I would have preferred.

I had settled into sleeping in the dog cage when Michelle asked it of me. My cock cage was practically a second skin by now and I was thankful chastity was something I had experience with. Otherwise, I would have probably asked out. I was too horny. Luckily the ring was a perfect fit and I had no chaffing or pinching to attend to. I ate my meals from the bowls like I was ordered to, and when I was home I was naked aside from the leather harness and collar.

When my day off arrived, I was eager to get into my full pup set of gear.

The warmth that washed over me when Michelle locked everything onto my body was addicting. Putting a harness on yourself just wasn’t the same when the alternative was a powerful woman running her hands and feet around your chaste and dripping cock as she locked you into mitts. My barking was becoming top notch, we practiced begging and heeling, she made sure I knew exactly how to roll and play dead and fetch. She had taken to blinding me with the hood attachment when I had to pee. In order to seek out the puppy training pads I would be required to sniff around the entire first floor in search of moth balls, which she used to “mark her territory” and alert me to where it was I was to pee. This was a clever and humiliating way of putting me into a terrific mindset.

It was all made better by the introduction of the puppy-tail buttplug.

Stuffed into my ass that morning, it mimicked a wagging dogs tail, black and curling up and towards the top of my ass crack. Michelle’s laughs were almost maniacal, but humiliating nonetheless. I spent the early afternoon wagging my tail with my face down and my ass up as she took call after call and gave me a plethora of pets and rubs and loving massages, walked me around the office with a taut leash to keep me by her side, and fed me snacks from her hand as she ate lunch.

My bed was under her desk, at her feet when she removed the snout portion of the hood.

“Open” I heard her demand. Into my view came a 7 inch long, thick rubber dildo gag. Double sided and all black, the two inch long fake cock filled my mouth while the seven inch long rubber dick protruding directly from my face.

My cock went into overdrive, my mind struggling to keep up with the reality in front of me.

Michelle shimmied her grey pencil skirt up over her hips as she sat in her desk chair. My heart beat picked up as more of her legs were revealed. With a cock sticking out from my face, my brain quickly connected the dots, puppy head space and all. Her panty hose were crotchless and at least for today she wore no panties. Up until now, I had barely got a glimpse of my landlords cleavage. Her blouses had become unbuttoned from time to time, allowing me to sneak a peek at her cleavage, it was but for a fleeting moment.  Now, her pussy was a mere two feet away. She situated herself at the edge of the seat, her legs spread. Trimmed but not shaved, she pulled the leash towards her and carefully guided the cock in between the folds of her twat and into her. Her breath grew heavy. For the first time since this whole arrangement started, Michelle showers signs of arousal. I pumped my face into her pussy at a steady clip, my nose almost touching her clit, her scent filling my nostrils as I *fucked my landlord with my face*.

The doorbell rang.

I immediately slipped myself out of Michelle and backed into the corner of the desk. My once ridiculously hard cock went flaccid almost immediately on terror and I cursed her for pushing her chair away from the desk, fixing her skirt and leaving me in silence without a single solitary instruction. Should I hide? I guess I was hidden. Am I desperately scrambling to take off my pup gear? It was locked on and I already knew that without the keys it was useless.

I heard a female voice, followed by a mans. I wasn’t wearing earplugs, but the hood still muffled sounds enough that nothing was crystal clear.

Michelle sat back in her desk, rolled the chair forward and crossed her legs. I dare not move, even my wagging puppy tail stuffing my was enough to give away my location. Rubber thumps on oak echoed throughout the office when it didn’t matter what was being heard and I could wag my tail to my heart’s content at her feet.

I couldn’t believe this. A couple sat feet away. Their attorney had a tenant completely decked out in puppy play gear, hidden beneath her desk. But if that was not enough, Michelle slowly slipped her skirt up her legs again and pulled the leash.

With clients in the room, I resumed slipping the cock in and out of her soaking wet twat. Any attempt to stop for fear that we would be heard was met with Michelle’s hand pushing my face further between my legs.

On top of all this, her feet never stopped caressing and teasing my caged cock.

This woman was fucking deviant. For the first time I felt as if I had possibly bitten off more than I could chew.

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