[MF] Becoming my Landlord’s Pet (Part Seventeen)

[Your messages have been heard loud and clear. I deeply apologize for taking so long so update, everything has been a whirlwind but I’ve always had outlines and paragraphs done as Michelle and I continue to play and explore, just never the time to put them all together and edit it down. I hope you enjoy!]

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning Michelle arrived and locked me away while I was still half asleep and sprawled out in my bed. I fell back asleep the moment she left, her soft kiss upon my forehead lingered for what felt like hours. It seemed as if this started as a strange partnership but was now turning towards a friendship with a relationship marinade. That kiss was different. My cock was still the same.

I woke late, her text teasing me about being a *sleepy head* and how worn out I was (thank God I had the day off). I read the note again, instantly intrigued about this client of hers and going out dressed. That was a huge step, and a big fantasy. I texted her good morning and asked a few questions about her make up artist friend.

“She owes me a few favors, and I don’t see why she wouldn’t have any fun transforming you into a stunning woman.”

I was all in immediately, but I also centered on one bit of information: Michelle wanted to take me on a date.

That Friday I hurried on home from work. I spent all weekend keeping my body free from hair, so all I had to do tonight was shower, shave my face, and give a touch up to my armpits. Earlier in the day Michelle had alerted me that Diana, the makeup artist, would be arriving at my place around nine.

I couldn’t have been more nervous, or more excited. As if Michelle had not already done enough for me and my kinks, she was once again helping me check off one more fantasy.

The knock came a little after nine, Diana was short, attractive, heavy set and my exact age. She carried a small bag in one hand and a bigger tackle box looking makeup container in the other. We exchanged pleasantries, she put her hand on mine and told me to relax and breathe deep, she knew I was nervous.

“You’re going to look so wonderful when I’m done with you. Have you picked out an outfit?” She asked, while turning on various lights in my apartment to get the proper lighting for my makeover. “I’ve had plenty of clients like yourself, and Michelle wanted me to make sure you were using a soft, feminine voice to speak to me. This turned out to be much harder than barking.

“I laid everything out on the bed, like a kid getting ready for his first day of school…” I felt awkward, but Diana was sweet, instructing me to take off my shirt and sit upright on my bed. She scanned my outfit, and after setting herself up, went to work. I chose my words carefully, trying to stay in the mindset of a chick in heels and a huge rack.

We made small talk, which helped ease my nerves, she was polite and laughed at my bad jokes, eventually settling on the elephant in the room.

“So how did you manage to get your landlord to dress you up and take you out?”

I couldn’t exactly tell her about, you know, breeding her as her puppy, so I didn’t make anything up. I simply told her the pertinent info.

“When she was here doing an inspection with a fire code inspector she noticed that I had wigs and heels and dresses…” (Partly true, she did notice this while poking around, of course it was while I was *in a dog cage*.)

“…and eventually asked me if they were my girlfriends, since she has never seen a girl going in or out.” (Also partially true, but she only asked this in a teasing manner, knowing full well they were mine.)

“Oh wow. Were you embarrassed at all? Not that it’s embarrassing, of course, but obviously we all have things in our houses and bedrooms that we don’t necessarily want someone to find.”

“No, I was actually excited, I guess I immediately detected her curiosity….”

“Well it seems like you were right, because here I am, slaying your makeup!”

Once my false eyelashes were on, if was time to get dressed, “then we’ll do your wig and nails and you’ll be all set to go…:”

I was now standing at the foot of the bed, Diana sat cross legged in my former spot on the edge, looking over my clothes and accessories and wig. She wasn’t going to give me privacy, and I was locked.

I turned away, my back facing her as I grabbed a pair of compression panties from my dresser and slipped my male underwear to my ankles, but something strange occured to me just as my underwear dropped below my knees. I felt sillier shying away from her than I did showing her my chastity device.

So, I turned around before slipping my panties on, but didn’t attempt to make eye contact.

“I don’t suppose she discovered that while snooping, did she?” I blushed, hard. “Nope…I…kind of shoved that one in her face….” All pretenses about the fact that Michelle was married had gone out of the window. I started to guess Diana knew exactly who, and more importantly what, I was exactly. Not to say she knew everything, just that I was more than a tenant.

I finished dressing, sliding on my wet-look tights that hugged my ass wonderfully, a blue peplum top that accentuated by curves and allowed my 38DDD breast forms to look somehow more massive than they already were. Diana helped me into the chrome slave collar that Michelle wanted me to wear (loved that!) and then my wig, black and straight and ending at my massive bust, styling the bangs and combing it out before applying French tipped nails.

I hadn’t yet viewed myself. I didn’t want to be disappointed, I realized. What if my stubble was still showing? What if my concealer was caked on? My fears were alleviated. I looked *smoking hot*.

My black, six inch platform pumps were the last thing to be done, straps cross crossing my ankles. I did a few laps up and down my hallway for Diana as she was packing up the rest of her things. I texted Michelle that we were done.

“I can’t wait to see you, Diana told me you look beautiful. Don’t be nervous, I am so proud of you. I’ll be at the bar a little passed 11.”

I was going to have to take an uber to the bar, and sit alone for an hour. Nervous, anxious, semi-terrified and ultimately aroused. I was locked into a collar and a chastity device, dressed to the nines but looking as fierce as ever. Carefully and cautiously I made my way down my stairs and out into the open, chilly air. Wrapped in a black, leather moto-style jacket and clutching my Michael Kors bag I waited for the uber and didn’t best to make feminine small talk with the gentleman that picked me up and dropped me off.

A quick vodka tonic was sucked down to alleviate nerves. Fidgeting between sitting with proper posture and standing to show off my whole wardrobe, plenty of people milled around me as I smiled at the cute girls that flanked the bar. I wanted someone to talk to me and wanted nobody to talk to me.

Then Michelle arrived. Her usual grey or beige attire of knee length skirts, white blouses and hair thrown into a ponytail were all gone.

Her hair was blown out and straight, a wonderful color of Amber and deep brown. A look I had never seen before, her smokey eyes matched mine almost identically. Mainly because Diana had come to my place immediately after leaving Michelle’s.

Her blouse was open, two buttons more than usual left alone, showing off her cleavage and a red and black laced bra that I looked forward to staring at all night. The green top was tucked into the waist band of her skirt. The best part.

The red latex skirt stopped before it even thought about getting to her knees. It was tight and gave Michelle’s thighs and hips attention they deserved. Shiny, insanely short and hiding garter straps that helped up thigh high stockings that glistened in the dim light of the club. The stockings led down to a pair of red, single sole pumps that elevated Michelle at least four and a half inches off the ground.

This wasn’t my landlord. This was my Mistress. This was my owner.

“Can I buy you a drink, Kayla?”

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