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

I pumped my freed puppy cock into Michelle as hard as I could manage. My elbows were crying out in pain, so when my weight was placed entirely on my landlord, my cock drove deeper than before.

I growled into her ear from behind my puppy hood, lustful moans as I played up the part of puppy even more. My animalistic thrusts and barks drove her mad as I took her from behind like a proper dog. I still remained in total darkness, the humiliation still prevalent.

“Breed me you bitch, drop your fucking load in your owner’s pussy!” she demanded, and I gave in. Blowing day’s worth of stored come into my landlords pussy took little more than ten seconds. She commended me for being obedient, being a good little puppy, *her* good little puppy. I didn’t want to pull out and end this particular sexual encounter. I wanted to keep pumping my cock into my landlord.

I was exhausted, covered in sweat and sex, I can only imagine how good the fresh air would feel upon my face once this hood was off.

But I was immediately anxious. Was this it? Was this the climax, figuratively and literally? Had Michelle gotten her kicks and now she would pretend as if this never happened?

She slid out from under me, leaving my tired body crumpled upon the floor, panting and blind. She made her way around the office rooms for quite some time, coming and going so much I lost track of her, lost track of time. I fell asleep on the floor, still outfitted in my gear.

I awoke to a yank on my leash. Struggling to get back onto my elbows and knees, I followed the pull into the foyer. My arm restraints were removed as were my mitts. I stretched my hands while wondering how long they’d been confined in their bondage. In my heeling position, I felt a kiss upon my hooded head. The door closed shortly thereafter.

“Holy fucking hell” was my first thought as I slipped off my hood and rubbed my eyes. It was two in the morning. I couldn’t imagine how Michelle would *go home* now. Guilt hit me. It took a while to shake the feeling of what transpired once my thoughts cleared out the haze of arousal. I finished removing my gear, placed it into the safe, slipped on my clothes and walked next door.

I was starving, but was too exhausted to make anything. I had a bowl of cereal. No longer aching for an orgasm and desperately horny, my face diving into the soggy corn flakes was even more humiliating. My spoons were still missing. I was too hungry. I crawled into my bed shortly after. That’s when I found the note. In Michelle’s script, it read.

**As I write this, you are asleep upon my office carpet. I can’t tell you how much excitement I’ve experienced playing with you. You’ve shown exemplary behavior both with me in your presence and when left to your own devices. My appreciation for your discretion goes beyond words. Your discipline in communication made this stress free.**

**I did not lock you back up before letting you leave. Instead, I have left the chastity device and key upon your bed with this note. If you wish for this arrangement to continue I will look for and be delighted to find the key in my mailbox. There is so much left for us to do. I believe you’ll find that petplay was just the start.**

**If you have any hesitancy, if you are relieved to be out of the chastity, or if you’ve had your fun and wish to go back to our prior roles, I completely understand and will not harbor any grudges or ill will.**

**Please sleep on the decision. I will be in the office by noon tomorrow.**

**-Michelle**

My cock grew. Immediately. *So much left for us to do*?!? She knew what I wanted. She must have. How could I say no to more of this? If there was *something more* than the pet play that encompassed my life for the last two weeks, then pandora’s box I shall open.

I awoke late for obvious reasons. The cage was sitting upon my night stand, shiny and metal and full of intrigue. I showered and shaved, and slipped the ring around my cock and balls. I lotioned up the tiny cage, slipped it onto my sex and locked everything together. The same shaking that took hold of me when we first started down this path returned as I removed the cage from view with my underwear.

The envelope holding the key was dropped into her mailbox at noon. Shortly thereafter the text came.

*“You are wonderfully obedient. I’ll be in touch.”*

Three days passed, a few texts asking how my cage was feeling and fitting, if there was any pinching or chafing. Other than that, nothing overtly kinky. The “Good boys” and “that looks so wonderful” sufficed. I was busy with work, and I ascertained Michelle was too. Her vehicle wasn’t parked out back as much, and the lights no longer burned bright late into the night. I wondered if this was due to her being downtown and representing her clients in a court of law, or because I wasn’t the only thing that mattered and she found it unreasonable to stay late at work.

I continued to eat my meals from my bowl, my silverware was still nowhere to be found. I found comfort in this routine, as humiliating as it was.

Sunday morning arrived with a text message.

“Good morning, do you wish to be my fuck doll today?”

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