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

I found I could make small circular sweeps in my deprivation, the chain attached above me allowed small movements. However, I could not sit as the length of the chain did not afford me that option. Kneeling and squatting gave little sense of rest, and before long I simply took to standing still.

She was gone. Watching me in someway. My butthole buzzed away. I tried to shake the suckers off of my nipples as the pain took longer than I thought to subside. It was no use. After a while my shoulders began to burn from the strict bondage I was placed in. My palms were sweaty inside the mitts, my feet sore from standing. I tried everything in my power to find any position that gave any part of my body relief. I’m sure time was passing, but I had no way of knowing how much. I tried counting for a while to pass the time but that just seemed foolish. The white noise seemed to slow everything down but also throw me into a half reality, like the split second before you wake up from a dream, but one in which you never actually wake up. It didn’t take long for my mind to start swirling and disappear to bizarre thoughts and fever dreams. I was used to the deprivation from my time spent in my sleep sacks and mummification, but that was always lying down on a soft bed. Never standing, trussed up to the ceiling with your shoulders and nipples aching, burning, crying out in anguish without any sense of relief.

I drooled uncontrollably. My cheeks puffed out from the merciless size Michelle pumped the gag. I could feel the hose dangling on my chest, swaying back and forth as I shuffled about in my bondage, teasing me as the release valve was a simple foot away from relief but completely unattainable. At some point, my cock no longer felt this was arousing, straining since I first stripped and entered the basement. I dripped while being restrained as was completely normal at this point. But as of now, I no longer felt like a toy for Michelle’s whims and pleasure like I had felt in every other bit of bondage she had put me in. Even when I was kept in my sack for *hours* I was always aroused, always in a horny mind-state.

Now, I felt like an object. I was abandoned. I made deals with myself. Last another five minutes and you can expect Michelle to arrive and stimulate you, tease you, whip you and cane you. You deserve it. You’ve been a good submissive without speaking up at all. Surely she knows your shoulders hurt, that you can’t be expected to keep this position forever. Just a few more minutes before you call out.

Then, the time would come for me to grunt or try to say hello through my gagged and hooded mouth and I would chicken out. I didn’t dare speak up, for fear of punishment and disobedience and the very worry that I would somehow displease Michelle by complaining and ruining all she had planned. So, I kept procrastinating. I could keep this up for a few more minutes. Minutes turned to half hour. Half hour turned to an hour. Or at least I thought. It could have been twenty minutes, and it could have been five hours. My mind was completely muddled, lost in sensory deprivation.

I was stirred into the moment by a sharp crack on my backside. A warmth eminating from my asscheeks that could only be attributed to a cane coming to greet my juicy bottom. I groaned into the gag and my caged and flaccid cock stood at attention like a soldier rising from his bunk. I could feel trails of drool dripping down my chin and pooling between the neoprene fabric of my hood. I jerked in my bondage and tried to shuffle away from the constant rapping of bamboo onto my left cheek, then right, then up and down my thighs. The chain didn’t allow me much ability to run away from the pain that flared up onto my ass, and eventually Michelle took to holding my cuffed mitts and cranking the implement with such force I was unsure how it didn’t snap in two. Alternating the ceaseless caning was her soft, soothing hands rubbing out the pain with pleasure, her hands gripping my swollen balls as she kissed the welts that now formed upon my ass.

I could hear nothing other than a few chuckles. Her heels didn’t even give away her position on the cold cement floor beneath us. Eventually, my nipple torture ended with me crying out in pain as blood rushed back to my swollen, puffy nipples. Her tongue teased and tickled as her mouth kissed and bit my tender chest.

Everything hurt. But at least I wasn’t alone. I craved the attention despite my aches and pains.

The white noise was turned off. I heard movement before me as Michelle rifled through the toys that would be deployed for the next bit of bondage.

“You’ve impressed me. I didn’t think you could last that long without calling out. I am very proud. Do you want to sit down?”

I nodded up and down. Really I wanted this gag out of my mouth. My cheeks burned and my lips were dried and cracked.

I was unchained from the ceiling and placed onto a chair. My ass burned from the corporal punishment doled out just minutes earlier. I know from past conversations that Michelle planned on bruising my ass with delight some time. This must have been the start. I let out an audible moan, it was the same feeling I gained from taking off my heels after the night at the bar. It felt wonderful.

My legs were spread, leather cuffs placed on each ankle and then locked into eyelets drilled onto the legs of the chair. My arms were undone next, Michelle took a few minutes in allowing me to stretch, otherwise I’m not even sure they would have been up for any more rigorous bondage. But alas they were. Michelle took this opportunity to remind me that as her weekend gimp, her weekend slave, I would be placed into any predicament she pleased. This was only the beginning. I stayed silent. Knowing she preferred I act like a toy and less like a person.

My hands were moved to the front of me, the small lock that held them together was now fastened to and eyelet that sat between my leg. I felt like a prisoner being prepped for exportation.

The sound of air being bled from the butterfly gag was more welcomed than an orgasm. I swallowed and licked my lips. A straw was placed before them as the cool water coated my sore throat and revitalized my senses. I let out a meek *thank you, Miss* before Michelle’s wadded up, soaked panties were jammed into my mouth and the panel was snapped shut. I could *taste her*, and I took solace that I was turning her on.

The egg vibrating away in my ass was turned off and pulled out, and replaced by a thick dildo that spread me wide and gave my hole no chance to envelope the toy like it would a plug. In my deprivation I sensed Michelle was either done adorning me, watching intently, or had made her way out of the basement. My cock strained in it’s cage the minute my anal invading dildo began to pump itself up and down, deep into my asshole and then giving me just the tip. This had my attention, and before long I was dripping from my chastity down onto the cement as the fucking machine beneath my bound body went to work pounding my butthole. All I could do was let out a groan, a *mmmm* that echoed off of the walls in the basement and combined with the pumping, lubed up sounds of my anal destruction.

Then, after some time, a warmth started to grow inside my hole. It felt as if it was coming from behind my cage. Behind my swollen, come filled balls. I was worried I had to pee for a few minutes, not knowing if I should call out a safeword, or if I was just expected to let loose my stream of urine.

I shifted into my chair as best I could, and that’s when the dildo started to really massage my prostate. I knew what was about to happen, a long drawn out process that would result in a hands free and caged orgasm. *I was about to come*.

I moaned loudly, hoping that Michelle would either hear me, or if she were in the room know i was about to come. The pace was slow and methodical. But everytime the cock buried itself all the way in between my cheeks, I swear I was going to burst. I grinded into it. I jingled in my chair as the wood creaked and metal locks rattled of of the eyelets. Finally, I spoke up through my panty-stuffed gag because I simply couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Mifftriss, Uhm guing tah cuhm!” I cried out, garbled and spit soaked. “Pleash!” I exclaimed, but it was too late.

A massive load of come didn’t so much shoot out of my caged cock, but more like leaked and dribbled for what felt like half a minute. It came deep from inside me, overwhelming and uncontrollable which forced me to thrash in my bondage as much as I was allowed. I found this lasted longer, a typical orgasm was a quick load and after a few more strokes my my cock I would be expelled and spent. This was…longer. I swear I came for fifteen seconds and the euphoria of an orgasm lasted for a minute. But, I didn’t gain that relief. I was emptied out, but my cock was still hard, still caged, and still begging for attention.

All while I was still being pumped mercilessly by the dildo.

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