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

The modified chair spread my legs wide. Held tight with multiple straps, the leather covered my ankles and calves, and upper and lower thighs at various distances. My stomach and chest were strapped as well, as were my arms now held onto the wooden arms of this contraption. The rest of my standard gear was locked on. Fortunately I was allowed to see. Unfortunately that meant I saw the inflatable plug come calling, settling itself deep into my hole. The chair I was bound on allowed free access to my caged cock and now stuffed ass.

Michelle went back to sipping on her coffee and working on her case after I was fully ‘prepared’ as she took to calling it. I barked, painted, whimpered as she fixed me in place. I dripped immediately, my precum pooled onto the hardwood below my bound body.

I received attention anytime Michelle was on the phone. She would push herself out from behind her big oak desk and casually make her way towards me, without any sense of urgency. Her fingers would dance around my nipples, or she would run her hands upon my hooded head, or feed me a treat under my snout and mouth “good doggie!” to me. If the phone call lasted more than a few minutes, she would press her body into mine (the chair allowed her to stand between my spread legs). Horny, and in need of her touch, I would do all I could to rub my chastity cage against her stockings, breathe in her scent, feel her body against mine. Of course, since this woman knew exactly what she was doing, she would pump up the plug to its largest state and while kneeling down flick her tongue along the exposed skin of my cock.

I realized that aside from wanting to stretch my limbs this position was comfortable and afforded Michelle the ability to keep me here for as long as she pleased. I was well aware at any point I could break and ask to be unbound, but was reminded daily that “pets don’t talk!” I couldn’t fathom for one second allowing myself to be disobedient towards Michelle. I craved her attention and any praise she gave me. She was great at giving me *just enough* that always left me wanting more.

Around noon the wand came into play. Rattling off of my metal cage and creating quite the plethora of sound in the office. Her hands ran themselves around my shaved thighs as she danced the wand on my cage and swollen balls. Whimpering like a horny pup and thrusting myself into the vibrator, Michelle informed me I was to be silent until I was to come, in which case I was to let out one hearty *woof!*.

“Today you are my little fuckdoll pup!” she mentioned after my first orgasm was denied. “as such, I don’t expect *fuckdolls* to make any noise”

My breathing filled the hood with white noise. Having an orgasm denied was bittersweet. I wanted to come. I wanted to be played with more. Mostly I wanted attention.

The phone rang again. Michelle discussed specifics of some *motion* or what have you while holding the wand to my balls. She slipped a rubber sheath at one point onto the wand that then slipped that over my cage. It sent waves of pleasure all over my caged cock while keeping the sound down from the rattling metal. I thrusted into the sleeve, but no sensation was derived from it. She sat cross legged on the floor, her head resting upon my inner thigh, her frizzy hair in a ponytail as always. Smiling not at me, but at the wand completely destroying my mind.

I barked, even though she was still on the phone. The wand was turned off immediately and she disappeared into a backroom.

She would return from time to time, flipping the power to the wand back on, and disappear again. But never long enough to allow me to orgasm. This process repeated itself half a dozen times. I had never, ever been teased like this. It was strategically done to keep me on edge for hours.

My head swirled. My balls ached. The minute that wand shut off I would have to catch my breathe as if I just lugged furniture up and down stairs.

We must have been on denial fifteen or so when Michelle blindfolded me. I whimpered as I much preferred to see her torment her puppy cock. But the payoff would be well worth it.

Once she unlocked and removed my cage, she immediately took me into her mouth. Her tongue flicked the base of my shaft as she deep throated my throbbing manhood and swirled itself around the my head as she pushed the plug into my hole, deflating and inflating at will while sucking my cock to perfection. Her lips caressed me, her tongue calculated as to where it flicked and rolled itself on my sex.

I held out as long as I could possibly muster, not wanting a *blowjob from my landlord* to end.

*WOOF!*

She disappeared but not before giving my spit-lubed cock a few pumps with her hand. What felt like an hour had passed when the plug in my ass inflated and her mouth went back to work upon my rock hard dick.

As if she were playing a game, she kept me magnificently on edge forever this time around. When I would bark, she would run her nail or a single finger around her toy, or flick her tongue agonizingly slow and in such a cruel fashion I was reduced to not only *whimpering* but thrashing in my bondage to get my cock out of the way of her maniacal grip. Of course, I loved it.

Then, I felt her legs straddle mine, felt her hair near my face and upon my shoulders and her breasts pressed against my chest harness. Her free hand gripped me and slipped myself into her pussy. I moaned loudly from behind my pup hood and was immediately slapped across my face.

“Dolls don’t make any fucking sound” she growled into my ear.

The chair I was strapped into creaked as Michelle grinded upon me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and thrust my thirsty puppy cock into her, or mount her like a proper bitch the way I had previously, but I was reduced to being a *fuckdoll* as she took to calling me. I was worthless. I could do nothing to satisfy her other than to keep my cock available for her pleasure when she craved it. Humiliating. Degrading. A dream come true.

She shuttered atop of me as her orgasm overtook her body. Used to moans or some variance of “oh fuck!” with previous partners, Michelle’s orgasms were instead accompanied with some shaking and quicker bursts of heavy breathing. For the most part, it struck me that her orgasm was concise and professional. Why wouldn’t it be? The woman had full blown conversations about *criminal law* cases while teasing the cock of a **human puppy** mere feet away.

She kissed my hooded forehead and whispered “Good boy” into my padded ear. After locking me back into the chastity, my whimpers and pouts were met with a scolding and a simple statement – “aw, you thought I was going to…. how cute….not today…”

She unstrapped me from The Chair and placed me back onto all fours, a pull of the leash lead me to under her desk where I fell asleep, curled up at her feet, horny and happy and submissive.

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