[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet [Part Eleven]

The vehicle jostled and bounced and took on potholes routinely. Had I known better I would swear Michelle was purposely driving erratic to make the bells adorning my pup gear jingle as we made our way throughout town. Upon my collar as usual, I was outfitted with more bells dangling from the clamps on my nipples, and the white lace that wrapped itself around my chastity and balls was outfitted with ribbons and bells. I had to look *presentable* as my landlord put it, before promptly being shuffled outside and into the cage that she had set up in the back of her large sport utility vehicle.

I could make out the sounds of rain and figured Michelle would only be this brazen with this public display if it was dark out. Sightless, I could not tell if we were simply doing loops in a parking lot, or if we were actually in traffic. Nonetheless my cock sure didn’t care, as I dripped furiously as I was reminded to stay on all fours throughout our errands. I had been locked for a week at this point, and aside from removing the cage for hygienic purposes in the shower (under the watchful eye of what seemed to be a completely bored Michelle) was packed away 24/7.

The car would come to stops and cool air would seep into the cabin, a clear indicator that Michelle was leaving me in a parking lot. I couldn’t believe this. The tinted windows would hide me from sight, but not if you walked right passed the front end of her suv. I could hear voices, footsteps and laughter. I pictured college aged girls giggling at me, asking my Owner if they could pet me, or if I did tricks. I didn’t picture anybody calling the police, as much as *that* would probably be the case if I were indeed spotted. Both scenarios made my blood pump.

I was titillated.

We made a few more stops, my barks and whimpers filled the vehicle when the door closed and Michelle started the engine.

“You’re being such a good boy! I can’t wait to show you what I just purchased…” she exclaimed.

Back into the safety of our own little back parking lot, a few pulls on my leash and I was on pavement, then grass and up the stairs to my apartment we went. Michelle walked me into the dog cage, gave me a pack on my pup hood and went about her business after securing the gate closed.

She came and went. Opening up the doors to my entertainment stand was something I wasn’t understanding, the distinct sound I knew.

Down the stairs and out of the front door to her own building must have happened a half dozen times. I guessed it was later and thus dark. This woman coming and going might rouse some onlookers and/or suspicion, whatever Michelle was doing must have been easier under the cover of darkness.

Once out of my cage, my mitts were unlocked and removed. Michelle had, in normal fashion, left my apartment. Determined to figure out what exactly she was doing for an hour, I slipped off my puppy hood and began to inspect before removing anything else.

I found the monitor and her note in half a minute beside my bed.

**With this baby monitor, I can now observe, watch, communicate with, observe your temperature and overall keep an eye on you from the comfort of my office. We’re so close between buildings that the range isn’t an issue. I expect you to be up and ready for me by 8 am in the morning. Please be in your hood and mitts. Clear all the covers off of your bed and greet me at the door like an obedient little pet.**

**-Michelle**

I was showered and ready by 7:55 in the morning. A cold, rainy fall day off before Halloween is usually a day I spend bored and pacing my apartment looking for something to clean, something to eat, something to do. It was perfect for whatever Michelle had planned. Though the truth of the matter was that I simply didn’t care if I had plans or errands to run. I was *always hers*.

The front door always creaks, the big window pane that sits on the door tends to reverberate a bit, making a very distinctive sound. Her footsteps came up the stairs, pivoted on the landing and continued to the door to my second floor apartment. Her keys jingled in the lock, and she swung the door open. I let out a low woof, and once the door was closed I rubbed my head on her legs and went into a kneeling position so that she could inspect my chastity and pet my head.

She rolled in a large suitcase behind her, black and aluminum and adorned with the tags of its precious journeys and vacations. Surely ones she took with her husband and children. Now it was packed with my days companions.

Michelle patted the bed as if to say *up*, I crawled upon the mattress now devoid of covers and barked, keeping my eyes focused on her movements. She flipped the baby monitor on and seemed pleased at her idea.

The suitcase opened, and as if she was spreading out a blanket for a picnic, my landlord unfurled a bulky and black sleepsack down the middle of my bed. I would have barked and whimpered, but I couldn’t believe my eyes. The leather infiltrated the nostrils of the snout and let me breathe in the smell associated with this maniacal and unforgiving piece of bondage gear. I looked to Michelle as she smirked at me, and then back to the sack.

“Well? On your back, pup”

I slipped into the sack as best I could. My arms and mittened hands found carefully sewn in sleeves on the inside of the bodybag. Michelle wasted no time in getting the fabric around me. First, the zipper enclosed my feet and ran itself up my legs before Michelle stopped it around my chastity. The strap around my neck was left somewhat loose as a second zipper ran from my throat and down my chest and over my stomach. The straps, what seemed like thousands of them, cinched me tighter than I was already. My chastity was left outside and on display. A clear sign of things to come, or at least that’s what I imagined and hoped for.

I was blindfolded and kissed upon my forehead. Michelle laughed at my whimpers as she rattled my chastity.

The door to the apartment closed and locked, and I could distantly make out the sounds of Michelle leaving through the front door and walking down the driveway to access the rear door of her building.

The speaker in the baby monitor crackled within minutes.

“You look so comfortable. I can hear you, too, so bark if you need me. I’ll check in on you in a little while…”

My spiraling thoughts and fog of arousal was jostled and cleared away by the creaking of my hardwoods and the sagging of my mattress. Michelle was checking in on me. Or, I suppose checking in on my cock.

Now being unlocked, it only took 2 pumps of her hand to bring me to full attention. She zipped up the sack to really frame my cock and balls and cooed as her spit lubed palms slipped up and down my shaft. I moaned loudly by the sixth or seventh trip down my member.

“Shhhhh….”

I remained in silence until her hands became unbearable and beckoned forth my stored up load. I barked, to signal I was going to come. Michelle’s hands disappeared, as did she, as did the orgasm I desperately craved.  She was out the door and down the stairs before my cock even began to go flaccid.

“Aw. Puppy wants to cum!” her voice crackled over the speaker as I shook my head up and down. The edging was going to continue all day and I had never been more horny. I was reduced to a *cock*. For a woman that sat at her desk in another building. I wasn’t even worthy of being in her presence. How pathetic. How intoxicating. How fantastic.

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