[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet (Chapter Thirteen)

A long, hot shower was exactly what I needed after spending 7 hours mummified in the leather sleepsack. The steam filled my bathroom in a hurry, which made it even foggier than my own mind. I scrubbed my body and cleaned around my chastity cage, letting the hot water wash over my hair and infiltrate my nostrils to really soothe and reinvigorate me.

After I dried off, I placed my knee pads on and made my way down the hallway. Michelle was sitting on my couch, a visual I never thought I would see, in a pair of running pants and a sweatshirt. She sipped wine from one of my stemmed glasses and stared into her phone as I nuzzled her leg.

My hood came first and the rest of my gear soon followed. Mitts and collars and jingling clamps and my now favorite harness. I barked as the small padlocks clicked shut. I couldn’t believe this was happening in my own apartment. Michelle had clearly been planning this for some time, and I was now under total control. No texts, no baby monitors, I hadn’t spoken a single word all day. The bed usually reserved for her office was now on my couch beside her, and once she patted her hand upon it I crawled up and rested my head on her leg.

“Good puppy. Hope I didn’t wear you out today!”

She ran her hands all over my body, my shoulders and legs, my stomach and chest and around my pup ears. I closed my eyes, letting the goosebumps erupting in the wake of her touch do the talking. We were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Dinner is here!”

With the snout portion of my hood removed, I dove face first into a plate of mashed up chinese food. I had to wait for Michelle to finish her meal, staring hungrily at her plate, I realized I never had breakfast or lunch. Eating next to her feet was enough to make me realize I was getting absolutely no respite from my role in this relationship. I wasn’t even afforded thirty minutes to relax and sit upright, to answer questions about the sack or ask what was planned for tomorrow. She never asked my permission for anything, and I never once objected to a single thing she did. She was calculated, cruel. I wouldn’t say no, how could I? So I just went on wagging the puppy tail stuffed in my hole as I lapped up my cold dinner.

After dinner we played fetch, Michelle took me outside to go potty, and I fell asleep in the cage once my snout was back on and my eyes blindfolded. Never would I have guessed my landlord would sleep in my very own bed while I dozed off inside a metal cage, but here we were.

The door open and closed in the morning, without sight I had no idea what time it was, but I could hear Michelle moving up and down the hallway of my apartment. She was getting something ready. Was this really happening? Was *somebody else* coming over? How does she know them? What role are they going to play?

My throat was dry, but my cock strained in it’s cage. My butt hurt from the plug but I still wagged away when I heard my bedroom door open.

I heard the downstairs door open. My heart pounded behind my chest harness as footsteps made their way up the staircase, and a small knock was made upon my door. From the creaking of my wooden floorboards, I could sense Michelle was right there to answer the knock. There was little conversation if any at all. Something hit the floor, possibly shoes or a bag, and my landlord and whoever this stranger was retreated to either my living room to the left or the spare bedroom to the right.

I was in silence for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. The door opened, followed by the gate to my cage. A leash was attached to my collar, pulling me out and into the bigger confines of my apartment.

“I told you he looked adorable in all of his puppy gear, didn’t I?”

Instinctively, I heeled. Showing off my mitts by bending my elbows towards my hooded face. My cage swung as I shook both my chastity and my tail. But I was still borderline terrified despite my out and out arousal.

I turned around and put my face to the ground while simultaneously sticking my ass into the air to wag my tail even more. Knowing my caged cock was on display from the rear made me strain as I always loved that look.

I could feel a nose sniffing my tail, sniffing my butt. It was a human nose, soft and cold. A bark came from behind me as hair tickled my calves and a padded mitt pawed at my cage.

“Yes your brother is in chastity as well. I can’t trust you two together just yet!”

I swear I could have come then and there from that sentence. I turned around to sniff whomever was down on the ground with me. It was clear they could see me, but I was totally in the dark as to what gear Michelle had them in. I felt long hair on my neck as we sniffed and barked. A soft, feminine bark. My puppy sister smelled wonderful, a scent of shampoo or lotion, but not perfume. Clumsily, I managed to find my way to her ass and took in a long hearty whiff of her musk and envisioned myself mounting her as Michelle looked on. But I recalled just the night before what Michelle had whispered to me about today.

“Don’t you two look so cute together in your matching chastity devices!”

Matching chastity devices? I wondered if she was in a steel contraption like myself, but with the metal belt that was indicative of female chastity. She whimpered and pawed some more at my own cage. How pathetic. It was one thing to be locked for Michelle, but I was now in the presence of a total stranger and she was *begging* our *owner* for *my cock*.

This was surreal.

The snout portion of my hood was removed, my lips and tongue now free to explore the pup before me. She barked, but it was a touch muffled. It was my guess that she could see me, but was gagged. I lost track of Michelle as my tongue found the small, perky breasts of this *complete fucking stranger*. Her nipples were pierced with a set of bars. The bitterness of metallic was prevalent in my tongue as I swirled it around her hardening nipples and kissed her tiny breasts.

She was pulled away from me, with Michelle telling her to put her head to the carpet and stick her ass in the air. Before I could begin to search for her, my leash was yanked and I found my face buried between a set of buttcheeks.

“Let’s see you truly greet your puppy sister…”

My tongue darted out to her tight butthole, as I sniffed and barked and moaned and ate her asshole like this was my last meal. On all fours, I wagged my tail furiously to show my landlord how horny I was. Her moans of lust kept me going as well as Michelle’s help in spreading her asscheeks wider for me. I couldn’t wait to get my puppycock into this asshole, or my tongue upon her pussy.

But I was wrong about the second portion of that fantasy.

We were locked into *identical* chastity devices after all.

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