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

I stayed as silent and still as I possibly could. Luckily I settled into a decent resting spot on my side before the opportunity to move was no longer allowed. Any movement would not only rattle the cage but jingle my collar bells. The added issue was that I had no idea how loud anything would be given true earplugs lodged into my ears. One thing was certain: my cock remained hard. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing and thought about her feet rubbing those sheer stockings over my throbbing member.

I could hear only sounds emitting deep bass. The reverberation of a chair sliding against the wooden floor. A drawer or cabinet closing shut. Eventually I was sure that a door had closed, as a breeze made it’s way into the cage and sprinkled goosebumps over my skin. I was drooling at this point from my ballgagged mouth.

Utter humiliation.

I’m unaware of how long I was in the cage for. When the sheet comes off of my little room on the floor, my eyes struggle to adjust to the daylight beaming into Michelle’s office. The door swung open but I was unable to strain my neck upwards to see Michelle. I felt her hands on each of my ears removing the plugs. The return of sound was welcoming but it was made infinitely better when she ran her hand through my hair and stated “good boy”. I let out a small moan of affection and barked. I moved to kneel upon my heels and shake my cock like a tail but she was already turning and walking out of the room.

I followed eagerly. I followed the way any obedient puppy would. I met her as she stood at the counter in her ‘break room’ which was really a tiny little kitchen, and rubbed my head on her calves. It felt welcoming and submissive. She smelled nice. It was the first time I showed true affection.

She sat down on a chair with what I presumed was her lunch. Was it near noon? I didn’t have much time to think on it before her wonderful feet and arches were greeting my shaft again. Her big toes massaged my balls and once I started to thrust my cock forward she pressed her feet together to give me friction and feeling. I moaned and barked and whimpered and jingled away as I slipped my puppy cock between the nylon feet presented for my pleasure. I was ready to explode. I *woof’d* as loud as I could to signal that I was going to climax. And then her feet retracted under the table and left me whimpering and dripping all over the laminate floor. I crawled towards her but her hand on my head stopped me from getting any closer.

“Heel” she asked of me, and after she took off my mitts I was sent on my way.

“No touching.” She told me via text, the timestamp signalled it was sent before I even had my clothes back on in the foyer.

I realized after showering and stretching and working out the cramps associated with life in a dog cage that Michelle had said maybe a dozen words to me all day. This was exhilarating. I wanted desperately to come. But I wanted to come *for her*. I thought about how degrading it was that my only bit of pleasure afforded to me by my *fucking landlord* was 30 seconds of thrusting my cock against the soles of her stocking-clad feet. I wondered if she was getting any pleasure from this, because even in the midst of what was going on in her office, she was *always still working*. I had so many questions, and couldn’t wait for this to escalate more.

I ate and napped and had a drink to calm my nerves before I responded to her instructions.

“Not touching will be tough but I understand!” I sent.

“Good. I can make it impossible for you to touch if that’s what you prefer.”

Upon reading that text the only thing that was more prevalent than my hardon was the irony in how hard the thought of chastity (what I imagined she was referring to, and good lord what doesn’t this woman like?) was making me. I wish she didn’t ask or threaten. I wish she just locked me away. I replied with that thought.

“I would prefer that. In all honesty.”

“Good boy. I’ll be in the office later tomorrow. You know the routine.”

There was a small issue with that, since it was not a day off for me.

“I’ll be working until 9 or so, but I’m off the day after that” I felt terrible, and the fact that I felt disobedient about *getting my cock locked up in chastity* was more embarrassing than the actual act.

“So will I. You know the routine.”

I walked into the door of her office at 9:30, freshly showered. Stripped myself of clothes, placed them in the safe and locked them away. I placed the collar on, as well as the knee pads, slipped to the ground and made my way towards her desk.

The mitts were locked on as I presented my balled up fists. I barked as she clicked the locks shut and I noticed a smile spreading across her face. A smirk made me light up as Michelle was usually stone faced and emotionless. Maybe it was the glass of wine she had sitting on her desk that helped.

She spun around in her chair and opened up one of the variety of filing cabinets that sat adjacent to her desk and removed a draw string bag and a small box.

The hood was black, scented of leather and featured a faux-snout and big puppy ears that stood at attention. A few holes on the back made it possible for the puppy hood to lace up and sit tight upon my head. The collar portion buckled and locked on with the same set of locks she used on my mitts. Breathing wasn’t an issue, and the eye holes were wide enough that I still had full range of awareness. I was ecstatic. A puppy hood! I couldn’t believe it.

“Very cute” Michelle stated almost matter of factly as if she was being shown a video she couldn’t be bothered to actually watch but knew she needed to acknowledge.

“Stay” she instructed me, and stood from her chair and disappeared not only into the back office but out of the building. I got on all fours and inspected my mitts, the first time I tried to remove them despite the lock. It was useless, which made me love the bondage even more. I was relying solely on my *owner* to remove them. After five minutes or so Michelle returned.

I whimpered and barked. She patted me upon my hooded head and with a leash now clasped to the ring on my collar, pulled me closer towards her.

Her left leg outstretched towards me and began to toe my cock and balls. Closing my eyes and moaning like the dog I was transformed into seemed to amuse her. Her small chuckle made it sound like she was disgusted, laughing at me for being so pathetic. My whimpers were met with derision. But my cock was met with her leg, and I began to rub myself on her calf. My fist mitts now straddling her upper thigh.

I was humping her leg. I was outfitted in a plethora of puppy gear and was *humping my landlord’s leg*.

Her sheer nylons were silky smooth and felt amazing against my shaft. My breath was heavy and I found myself panting like a dog with my tongue out. I moaned and fidgeted to achieve the best sensation. I found it and thrusted and whimpered. The harder I humped, the more the bells on my collar jingled.

“Cum!” she asked of me, and I barked louder than I ever could have imagined myself barking when I reached climax and spilled my load on her leg, her feet and the carpet under her desk.

She let out an expression of exasperation and put her hand to her mouth in a mocking tone. “Oh my. What a big load, puppy!”

I never thought I could orgasm and still be so turned on immediately afterwards. When she referred to me as “puppy” it felt as if I had gone from sober to stoned in an instant. I barked at her realization and whimpered when she got up to clean herself.

I stayed where I was as she wiped my spent load from her stockings. She was behind me when I heard her say “Okay pup, let’s get you ready”.

Before I could spin around, a blindfold was being affixed. Small straps sat on each side of the leather pup hood for the option of blinding the wearer, and my world went dark just thirty seconds after. Her hands found my ears underneath the hood and again I was robbed of my hearing by the earplugs.

A luke warm towel wiped my come from my softening cock and was the first time Michelle had actually touched me during this whole experience. How absolutely shameful that it was to prepare my cock for chastity.

The metal was cold and conforming. I shuddered and shivered as Michelle pulled my balls through the metal ring and made adjustments to ensure no pinching would occur to my cage. This was clearly done out of experience. How many other cocks has she locked? I could feel the rest of the belt being slipped onto my shaft and being clicked shut and locked on. I desperately wanted to see her locking me up, and wanted to see the cage even more, but the blindfold stealing my vision didn’t even allow in one sliver of light.

She picked up the leash still attached to my collar as I went onto all fours and followed her blind and deaf  towards the pull of the leash. I tried to guess where she was leading me. I found carpet at first which meant we were heading back towards the front door. Hardwood meant we were in the foyer. That’s when I heard a low groan and felt the cool, outside air.

She had opened the front door and was leading me outside. *She was taking me for a walk*.

I whimpered. She didn’t care. The leash kept me moving. I moved gingerly down the cement stairs and soon found dew-soaked grass. The leash now had slack to it. I tried to find her, to rub my head upon her leg and hide myself from the outside world. She knelt down beside me and whispered close enough to my plugged ear for me to understand.

“We’re not going back inside until you relieve yourself”

My heart was beating so fast at this point and my mind was swirling and working so hard it expedited all of my body functions to my caged dick. I lowered my back half closer to the grass and let loose a stream of urine that lasted what felt like hours. I could heard her laughing. Why is she laughing? Someone could hear!

I shook my chaste cock when I was done and desperately needed to get back inside. I strained in my cage from the abject public humiliation I was currently being exposed to.

Michelle tugged on the leash, we found the steps and inside I went as fast as I could crawl. But there were more steps. Once I came to a landing it dawned on me we weren’t in her building, but mine. A few more steps, the jingling of keys, and one last tug brought us into my place and lead me to….a cage?!

I was shuffled inside. Michelle unclasped the lead from my collar and closed the cage door. The last thing I could manage to hear behind my useless ears was the door closing.

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