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

We talked more in the first fifteen minutes than we had since the day I left her office after signing the new lease. Which is to say, we talked more in the first fifteen minutes than we ever have before. My feminine voice was a chore to keep up, but it was good practice and I enjoyed not only choosing my words carefully and slowly, but it also gave me great reason to ask questions and listen. We talked about bondage and fetish, puppy play and chastity. She frequently would rub my leg, or hold my hand, or marvel at my looks. This all made me feel incredibly happy and truly cared for. A girl likes to be romanced.

I couldn’t help myself, I was too curious, and after my second cocktail I had to ask how she managed to get out of the house dressed like this.

“My husband and I have an agreement”

That statement seemed open ended and didn’t really answer my question, but I understood what she meant. I asked if he knew about me.

“No, the agreement is I don’t tell him, and I make sure he never knows when exactly I am up to something. A few years back, we sat down to have a serious discussion, I was in a loveless marriage. He had a wife that worked 70 hours a week. We knew getting a divorce would be too much for the kids and a bad look in our fields. I needed….”

She took a sip from her wine, her gorgeous, plump lips lingering on the glass for a split second longer than normal.

“…you, essentially. The sex died off, the kink went first, and then it was the sex, and then it was the sad handjobs that finally disappeared. I didn’t feel sexy, he didn’t bring it out of ne, and frankly I suppose it stopped trying as well. I mean, I wear business clothes all day, everyday. So, it felt really great when you started flirting with me….”

“So you knew what I was doing when I asked about the cage?” I asked.

“Of course, I’m a lawyer, sweetheart. I know intent. Why do you think I left it out?”
At this point, I felt like prey. A wild animal she lured into a trap. I fish biting the lure. I feel for it hook, line, and sinker. This whole time I felt as if I was being pushy those first few texts, a horny male out to get his cock wet. She was in charge since day one. I strained in my cage.

I also realized her marriage wasn’t going to stop this arrangement. Her husband didn’t know, but she was by no means sneaking behind his back and pretending to work late. For the first time it dawned on me I was in some sort of relationship.

I asked about the trans-girl stranger that *I gave a blowjob too* without ever knowing her name. Details were sparse, as my puppy sister also asked about me. She mentioned they met first as friends, and while flirting found out she was trans. She was a few states away for work, but Michelle flew her in for the playdate, and planned to again. I could have barked right then and there.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, my heels guiding me into the unisex room where two females fixed their hair and applied lipstick. They eyed me, smiled, and complimented my heels. I was euphoric. It was getting late, but I had no want to leave.

I arrived back to Michelle digging into her bag, she complimented my skill in my heels, complimented my looks as we got talking about her friend Diana, and other small talk. It took me a few minutes to realize there was a familiar looking key dangling between her cleavage. It was, of course, the key to my chastity cage. She played with and bit her lip, and mentioned to me that from here on out she would always be wearing it.

After paying our tab, Michelle clipped a leash to my metal collar (absolutely humiliating but good lord I could have died right then and there) and lead me to the exit, giggles and glances followed us throughout that escapade. I loved it.

I was shoved onto the bed, heels and all, my tits jiggled as I came to rest. Quickly, and with skill, I was bound spread eagle on my bed. The rope was fastened taught to the metal frame that my boxspring and mattress sat upon. My ever straining cock tried as it might to bulge itself through it’s cage, but to no avail. It barely made a dent through my panties.

Michelle buckled the dildo gag around my head, I could feel my lipstick sticking to the 1 inch cock that sat behind the panel that held firm the much larger six inch dildo. The latex crinkled as she slipped it over her her thighs, revealing the garter and strap and tops of her thigh highs, and showing off her smooth, plump pussy lips as she wore no underwear herself.

Her ass was mesmerizing as she rode my face, bouncing in tandem as I tried mightily to fuck her with my face. Any attempt to help her out wasn’t allowed, as she would simply lean back on her heels and smother my entire face with her ass, spreading her cheeks with both hands so my nose was buried in her hole. With fleeting air, I would jerk against my restraints and groan into the dildo-gag and her fat ass. She would lean forward, allowing me fresh air, before grinding away on the cock jutting from my mouth, and repeat the motion. Eventually, my pants and panties were slipped down and my cock was free. Into her mouth I went as she continued to sixty-nine me to two orgasms for herself, and three denied orgasms for me. I could feel her feet curl up behind my long flowing hair and head and her toed bury themselves into my scalp, and thus shove my face further into her butthole. I was spinning, buzzed from the drinks, high from the night, and absolutely transfixed, obsessed and in love with this woman.

She showered with me, both of our naked bodies against one another as we made out, washed off our make-up and did our best to keep our hands off one another so that my consistently hard cock could stay soft long enough to get locked back up. The key hung between her breasts still, and I mentioned a thousand times how sexy that was, how much it turned me on.

She left the shower first to dry off, I lingered, basking in the glow of the night. I was surprised to find her in my bed, wearing my t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. I stood naked before her, caged and aroused and grinning, I’m sure. I made a move to the bed, hoping to spoon and cuddle and grind my cage into her body, but she had an important question that decided my fate.

“Your obedience and submission towards me is making me want to explore EVE MORE of my deepest desires and fantasies with you. So, I want to reward you for being amazing tonight with everything, and show you how proud I am of you. Next weekend, I want you to be my gimp. That’s all I will tell you. If you agree, I’ll let you join me in bed and hold your Owner all night and into the morning. If you are nervous, or apprehensive, or don’t think you are ready for that, I completely understand, but I’ll have to require that you still feel owned, and know that I am and always will be your Mistress. As such, you’ll be sleeping in your cage tonight. I’ll need your answer.”

I crawled into my bed, slipped my leg over her body, and pressed my caged cock into her thigh. I was terrified of what *weekend gimp* meant. But, I truly didn’t care. She was what I craved. Whatever she had planned for me, I wanted to experience it, I truly didn’t have any limits at this point in time. I was addicted. My actions made her aware of my answer.

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