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

(Sorry for the delay. I hope this chapter explains why I haven’t had much time to write!)

Michelle absolutely demolished my cock. Her teasing was nonstop and every time she returned to edge me, she ramped up her torture.

Her first visit was simple: a lengthy, drawn out handjob that bordered on tickling. Her spit coated my cock as she alternated hands, sometimes using two. I couldn’t make a sound, as such the only thing I heard was spit-on-skin pumping. After a moment, I barked to signal I was going to orgasm and she promptly left.

Her second visit involved her mouth, her delicate lips wrapped themselves around my puppy cock while her tongue flicked the base of my member, swirling and sucking and tasting and leaving her spittle behind to lube me up for her hands to stroke me. I barked, again she left.

The third visit was ramped up. A plastic ball smasher was brought into the fold, the circular cut out allowed my swollen balls to be slipped between two plastic boards attached via a hinge, and a second cutout  let my cock stay free, available for different forms of torture. As she pumped my sex, the screws tightened themselves on my balls. Just enough to hurt, slowly and methodically, all while Michelle soothed my aches with her tongue. When she arrived back to the office she spoke into the monitor “swollen and smashed puppy balls looks so great from here”. I couldn’t believe this. I was reduced to being a gimp. My cock stayed hard after this round of teasing.

She had lunch beside me, which told me it was 12:30. Michelle was a creature of habit when it came that, she ate lunch everyday at the same time. I should have been hungry myself, but my arousal and confusion was taking hold of all my other senses. The places your mind will wander when you have no other option and bizarre. At times I felt I was dreaming, and after Michelle stroked and sucked and tightened the ball smasher more on my balls, she brought out an even more diabolical menace: e-stim.

Two rubber rings gripped the base of my shaft and my cockhead tight, and a warming surge of electro stimulation coursed through my tortured dick. Various settings were selected, alternating between short bursts, or long, slow growing ones, or a light constant shocking. I had no experience here, but every time that box ramped itself all the way up I could swear I was going to blow. I never did, as my landlord left the setting low enough to keep me constantly hard but never to the point that I could achieve an orgasm.

She was a mastermind.

Return trips included edging and tormenting and teasing and smashing my balls and ramping up the electrical current flowing throughout my cock. I must have been in the sack for 5 or 6 hours, my orgasm denial was in the double digits. I stopped barking as the only sounds I could manage were low moans and whimpers. I was a mess, deep into subspace for the first time in my life, my mind gone.

Sometimes her mouth teased me, sometimes just a single finger swirling around the underside of my cock head. Often times she would use a wand with what I imagine was a sleeve-like attachment that gripped my shaft tight.

I fell asleep. When I woke, I felt something straddling my body, my cock instantly hard and before my wits were about me I knew my landlord was on top of me.

I barked as best I could.

“It’s nice having a puppy. It’s also nice having a fuck toy!” she exclaimed and reacted well to my whimper, but reminded me toys shouldn’t make noise. I fucking loved that. Laying in my leather cocoon, strapped down and bound tight. Only my sex exposed and being used solely to pleasure my landlord.

That’s when I heard her phone ringing as she bucked her hips on my lifeless body.

“Hi sweetie…just got through security…yup…the conference is at 8 am tomorrow…I land in about 4 hours…I won’t be able to check my phone much over the next 2 days but tell the kids I love them…okay…yup…okay, love you…bye!”

My heart pumped heavy. I wanted nothing more than to ask questions, ask what the fuck was going on. But when she ended that phone call, she really got into her position and in a matter of moments was overtaken with an orgasm. She collapsed on top of me as I furiously tried to thrust myself into her from my sleep sack, to no avail. She giggled into my pup ear.

**“You heard right, puppy. You’re mine for 48 hours. I’ve always wanted to sleep next to you in the cage. Do you wish to breed me for the next 2 days?”**

I barked ferociously, reinvigorated by the prospect of an orgasm, the thought of being pupped out for 2 days hadn’t yet sunk in.

**“That’s a good dog. I have a surprise for you, but you will only earn it if you fill me up with this stored up puppy load you’ve been saving up for me all week…”**

Without much more time needed, my orgasm was achieved and released into my landlord. She came again as I barked and unloaded into her pussy. The leather creaked as I shook out the last of my cum.

I was exhausted, coated in sweat and needed hydration. But before I was released, Michelle caged *her* cock back up and whispered into my ear.

**“I hope your ass is ready for breeding, tomorrow we have another puppy to play with”**

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