Author: LandlordsDog

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

The moans from the stranger before me was the only way I knew I was doing a good job of *sucking cock*. I tried my best to keep the mess to a minimum, not wanting to spend the rest of my weekend smelling spit and sex through my hood, but I failed miserably, especially when my head was held firmly in place as my mouth was used as if it were simply a socket for hard cock.

When the blowjob wasn’t forceful, I did my absolute best to swirl my tongue around the head, kiss up and down the shaft in my own personal darkness, and flicked my tongue on the strangers smoothly shaved balls as I deep throated his member. Girthy, but short, allowed me to work a little easier and choke on it less like I otherwise would have trying to slide the whole thing in my mouth. Laughter elicited from the gentleman before me as I backed away from my blowjob and rubbed my rubber mitts on his cock, a poor excuse for a handjob. My big rubber tits were felt up and squeezed, my cage was tapped and gripped and slapped around and laughed at, and yet I still dripped from it. Humiliation is one hell of a fetish to get off on. Read more »

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

It’s quite the endeavor to remember all the thoughts that went through my mind after my anal orgasm. I had been bound for an indeterminable amount of time in this basement. My cheeks welted, my hole continually fucked, my mouth a place holder for pussy soaked cotton panties. Eventually I took to letting out meek groans as I was fully entranced into sub-space. I was exhausted and desperately wanted to get out of my bondage. I thought about using a safeword, but anytime it flashed through my muddled mind I mustered up the courage to continue this absolutely wild weekend. Was it even friday night? (After everything was said and done, I learned Michelle ate lunch in the basement while watching me blow a load through my metal cage). I would have been off by 6-8 hours at least had I ventured a guess of the time. Read more »

[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. Read more »

[FM] Becoming my Landlord’s Pet (Part Nineteen)

It was a cold friday morning, aside from the space heater trying it’s hardest to keep the cellar warm, the room was otherwise desolate. Two cupboards were long ago installed on one of the walls, and Michelle took to storing her tools for the weekend out of sight of my curious, concerned eyes. The two windows were at ground level from the outside, long ago painted over, allowing little natural light into my weekend suite. I guessed they were on the driveway side of the house, but I had no way of knowing. A metal pole was cemented into the middle of the room; a customary staple of any basement. A few overhead lights were devoid of any shade or fixture, a simple pull string swung in a circular motion when Michelle turned the nearest one on before starting on my bondage. The floor was grey, recently painted it appeared, and housed a small drain in the middle of the room. Other than a great many metal eyelets drilled into the cement walls and wooden beams in various spots, there was nothing else to observe for now. Read more »

[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. Read more »

[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. Read more »

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

In cased anybody missed it, Michelle did an ama over at /r/nsfwiama. She plans on answering questions for as long as there’s interest!

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I awoke a few times that night in frustration. I would slip from my slumber only to be instantly reminded that my bed was only this leather cocoon bound tightly to my body. My landlord once mentioned her desire to leave me like this for 24 hours. That thought played through my mind half the night. There was no way of knowing what time it was, but thankfully by the third time I woke, I could make out the sounds of heavier traffic outside. This meant it was at least seven or so. I drifted off to sleep one more time and woke up to my cock getting slipped out of the hole created by the zipper, my chastity being removed, and a mouth instantly bringing me to attention. Once I was fully erect, my sleep sacked twin was given the same treatment, zippers rattling, leather creaking and the sound of mouth on cock. Read more »

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

(Sorry for the wait, the holidays have been kicking my ass workwise, so I haven’t had a lot of downtime to write and less time to play. Good news, for those interested, Michelle will be doing an ama Thursday at around nine am eastern)

Michelle cleaned herself up first, and then took turns ‘bathing’ the two of us. Sweaty, sore, and all freshly fucked, I had so many questions for the girl in my apartment.

Dinner for the two of us was spaghetti, mashed up with some meat sauce, marinara covered our faces before our owner was polite enough to wipe it away. I hadn’t thought about food all day, but made quick work of the bowl and took in the wonderful sight of my sis in mitts and harnesses and a cock cage. Her perky tits swayed as she gobbled down her own dinner, she was adorable.

Pupped out to the fullest extent, we were left in our cages as Michelle relaxed on my couch and watched my tv. A glass of wine and snacks for her. Read more »

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

My tongue flicked up and down on the asshole presented before me, aided by Michelle’s hand spreading the asscheeks of this stranger, and pushing my head deeper.

Emboldened by the moans coming from the girl in front of me, and curious as to how tight her belt may be, I opted to slip my tongue south and see if I could get a taste of what I imagine to be her dripping pussy.

Instead, my tongue tasted metal and a set of balls.

I let out an audible “ohhh”, that was half whimper and half human. The first time I ever remotely slipped out of puppy headspace as my lips now kissed a set of smooth testicles, framed by the metal cockring. I slowed down. Processing what was before me was so overwhelming that I ceased being able to think and act. The scents and sounds and breasts were all female, so this *puppy* before me having a locked cock was such an unexpected development I had to take a second to realize there was what I imagined to be a gorgeous, thin, and kinky trans female puppy sister with me.

“You two are mischievous, aren’t you?” Read more »

[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. Read more »