In cased anybody missed it, Michelle did an ama over at /r/nsfwiama. She plans on answering questions for as long as there’s interest!
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I awoke a few times that night in frustration. I would slip from my slumber only to be instantly reminded that my bed was only this leather cocoon bound tightly to my body. My landlord once mentioned her desire to leave me like this for 24 hours. That thought played through my mind half the night. There was no way of knowing what time it was, but thankfully by the third time I woke, I could make out the sounds of heavier traffic outside. This meant it was at least seven or so. I drifted off to sleep one more time and woke up to my cock getting slipped out of the hole created by the zipper, my chastity being removed, and a mouth instantly bringing me to attention. Once I was fully erect, my sleep sacked twin was given the same treatment, zippers rattling, leather creaking and the sound of mouth on cock.
My balls were bound and separated, Michelle’s delicate fingers massaged them as she committed them both to her torturous twine. Two rings of rubber hugged my shaft on opposite ends which spelled electro play. This was no way to wake up.
I could hear the whimpers of my sister as she underwent the same treatment. And then the bed became emptier as I felt the sag of an extra body give relief to my mattress. She left the power box on my stomach and turned it to a pulse setting of medium strength as electrical current coursed through my cock. The girls moans beside me told me she was undergoing the exact treatment.
Then the door closed and Michelle was gone, my floorboards in the hallway giving away her movement away from the scene.
On top of the rubber rings keeping me hard was the moans of pleasure and sometimes despair that came from the toy a foot away from me. I had some experience with this treatment, I had no idea what her level of experience was, but it sure sounded like she didn’t quite know what to expect. I barked, trying to soothe her, and moaned in pleasure to alert her that I was enjoying it, and then it wasn’t 100% torture.
I slipped in and out of subspace. Given enough time my mind drifts off to very surreal thoughts. It’s as if I’m consciously dreaming but every 3 seconds my cock feels as if it’s going to explode. It’s the best edging experience there. That current brings you from nothing to the brink of blowing a load in seconds, and then starts all over again when it shuts down for half a beat.
Then, I realized I was absolutely going to come. I hadn’t come without permission in weeks. I dare not try now. I barked. I barked and whimpered. I growled. I let out a few barks that were so loud I probably scared my sister. I wondered what was going through her mind, but I had no way of stopping this. There was escape from those two rings that gripped me, and even though I shook the power box off of my stomach, I was wrapped in leather
sleep sack.
Where was Michelle? Was she watching with the monitor? I couldn’t believe I was about to have a hands free orgasm. I blew my load all over my stomach and chest, clenching my legs together the best I could, pure agony of my orgasm achieved without permission made worse by the electrical currents still buzzing off without a hitch as they drew every last ounce of come from my hard as fuck shaft.
And then it started all over again.
My sister barked. I wondered how long she was on the brink of an orgasm. Was mine the final straw that didn’t let her hold out any longer? She barked just as I did, whimpered and moaned. I let out low *woofs* as she wiggled herself around and came, hands free, just like me. I laughed. I had to. This whole thing was absurd. Insanely sexy, full of all sorts of fantasies I’d always had, and nothing I cared to stop doing ever. With my cock still getting shocked and coated in come, the two of us giggled.
After a few moments Michelle returned. We stayed silent as if we knew we’d get scolded for coming and laughing. Instead, our cocks and balls were stripped of their decorations and placed back into their sacks.
Michelle left again. This was cruel. We needed to get out of these sacks. She hasn’t said one word. I took it upon myself to wiggle closer to my sister, and our bodybags touched. I could hear her sigh from beyond our leather walls and our mitted fists did their best to hold one another. I barked a low, sensual woof and she returned similarly. It felt as if we were on the same wavelength. “At least we’re in this together”
Michelle returned before long, but I wasn’t freed first. This girl, this puppy, this complete stranger was being sent on her way. Her job here was done and I didn’t say *one word to her!*. The levels of humiliation surrounding that was masterful. My cock was pulled out of the sack as I again resumed the role of *fuckdoll* and laid silently and without movement as Michelle orgasmed multiple times, grinding away on top of me, breathing heavy into my padded ear as she bounced her thick ass in the air, then turned around and rode me in cowgirl fashion. Three different positions for three orgasms and my cock was spent. She gave me permission to come in her own words (Breed me you fucktoy), and what little come I pumped inside of her was so pathetic she laughed. It was clear the electro play left me empty, but also let Michelle enjoy my hard cock for as long as she pleased.
I was helped out of the sack, but my hands remained in their mitts and my hood stayed on. My knees were weak and the only thing I needed more than dinner was a shower. Michelle was gone when I took off the rest of my gear. Everything was clean, all I had to do was roll away the sack and take care of my mitts and hood.
After my shower, and some fresh air and pizza, I discovered the printed out note on my kitchen counter.
“I’m sure your mind is wiped and your cock is spent, but I hope it was all worth it. I’ll be up for a while. Have a shower, a bite and relax. You were fantastic and I’ve never been more turned on. I didn’t cage you as a reward for being so obedient and submissive. I’m lucky to have you, I hope you never mistake my demeanor for anything but admiration. Going forward, I noticed your heels and wigs and gorgeous dresses. I have a client of mine that is a very skilled makeup artist. I would love to take you out for a drink. Is that something you’d be interested in?
I’ll be over in the morning to cage up your cock. How does a month sound?
-Michelle”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7kqxl0/mf_becoming_my_landlords_pet_part_sixteen
Oo god she is great good times a head
So awesome. Michelle’s AMA was great as well.
Keep up the great writing! It is appreciated.
Link to the AMA I could not find it