Author: LandlordsDog

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

(Sorry for the delay. I hope this chapter explains why I haven’t had much time to write!)

Michelle absolutely demolished my cock. Her teasing was nonstop and every time she returned to edge me, she ramped up her torture.

Her first visit was simple: a lengthy, drawn out handjob that bordered on tickling. Her spit coated my cock as she alternated hands, sometimes using two. I couldn’t make a sound, as such the only thing I heard was spit-on-skin pumping. After a moment, I barked to signal I was going to orgasm and she promptly left.

Her second visit involved her mouth, her delicate lips wrapped themselves around my puppy cock while her tongue flicked the base of my member, swirling and sucking and tasting and leaving her spittle behind to lube me up for her hands to stroke me. I barked, again she left. Read more »

[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet [Part Eleven]

The vehicle jostled and bounced and took on potholes routinely. Had I known better I would swear Michelle was purposely driving erratic to make the bells adorning my pup gear jingle as we made our way throughout town. Upon my collar as usual, I was outfitted with more bells dangling from the clamps on my nipples, and the white lace that wrapped itself around my chastity and balls was outfitted with ribbons and bells. I had to look *presentable* as my landlord put it, before promptly being shuffled outside and into the cage that she had set up in the back of her large sport utility vehicle.

I could make out the sounds of rain and figured Michelle would only be this brazen with this public display if it was dark out. Sightless, I could not tell if we were simply doing loops in a parking lot, or if we were actually in traffic. Nonetheless my cock sure didn’t care, as I dripped furiously as I was reminded to stay on all fours throughout our errands. I had been locked for a week at this point, and aside from removing the cage for hygienic purposes in the shower (under the watchful eye of what seemed to be a completely bored Michelle) was packed away 24/7. Read more »

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

The modified chair spread my legs wide. Held tight with multiple straps, the leather covered my ankles and calves, and upper and lower thighs at various distances. My stomach and chest were strapped as well, as were my arms now held onto the wooden arms of this contraption. The rest of my standard gear was locked on. Fortunately I was allowed to see. Unfortunately that meant I saw the inflatable plug come calling, settling itself deep into my hole. The chair I was bound on allowed free access to my caged cock and now stuffed ass.

Michelle went back to sipping on her coffee and working on her case after I was fully ‘prepared’ as she took to calling it. I barked, painted, whimpered as she fixed me in place. I dripped immediately, my precum pooled onto the hardwood below my bound body. Read more »

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

I pumped my freed puppy cock into Michelle as hard as I could manage. My elbows were crying out in pain, so when my weight was placed entirely on my landlord, my cock drove deeper than before.

I growled into her ear from behind my puppy hood, lustful moans as I played up the part of puppy even more. My animalistic thrusts and barks drove her mad as I took her from behind like a proper dog. I still remained in total darkness, the humiliation still prevalent.

“Breed me you bitch, drop your fucking load in your owner’s pussy!” she demanded, and I gave in. Blowing day’s worth of stored come into my landlords pussy took little more than ten seconds. She commended me for being obedient, being a good little puppy, *her* good little puppy. I didn’t want to pull out and end this particular sexual encounter. I wanted to keep pumping my cock into my landlord.

I was exhausted, covered in sweat and sex, I can only imagine how good the fresh air would feel upon my face once this hood was off. Read more »

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

Chapter Eight

I was completely pupped out. My hood and blindfold were locked on, as well as my chest harness, collar,  and mitts. I was dripping before I even removed my underwear.

My cheeks were spread by her cold hands as lube was pumped into my ass with her fingers. In the hood, breathing would muffle a little of my hearing. Without my vision, I tried to breathe as slow and as quiet as possible so that I could hear exactly what my landlord was doing in the room. Any moan or bark would drown out anything she may have wanted to ask or say or mention.

“Is my bitch in heat?” she asked matter of factly and with a tone to her voice that was never present before.

I barked, buried my face into the ground and pushed my ass into the air. I had experience with anal beads and buttplugs, I had experience with fucking suction cup dildos mounted to the walls. I had never been pegged before. Until now. Read more »

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

I continued to pump the rubber cock into Michelle’s pussy. Her conversation with those above her were muffled, partially due to being under the desk and between her legs. Mostly due to the fog I was in because of these absolutely *insane* conditions.

I would slow down when I sensed her shiver or shake, or bury the rubber phallus deep within her as her hands grabbed hold of a handful of my hood, her legs squeezing my head.

Eventually the couple left much to my relief. My cock was begging to be freed as it dripped wildly and without pause.

She pushed her chair back, stood up, dropped her skirt and reclined backwards. I resumed fucking her with my face. I watched as she cooed and moaned, looking up at her from my position on the ground. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, cocking her head from side to side as I quickened the pace. Anytime I would slip out of her to run the cock upon her lips or swirl it around her clit, her hands would find my head and shove me back in. Read more »

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

A busy week kept us apart from one another longer than I would have preferred.

I had settled into sleeping in the dog cage when Michelle asked it of me. My cock cage was practically a second skin by now and I was thankful chastity was something I had experience with. Otherwise, I would have probably asked out. I was too horny. Luckily the ring was a perfect fit and I had no chaffing or pinching to attend to. I ate my meals from the bowls like I was ordered to, and when I was home I was naked aside from the leather harness and collar.

When my day off arrived, I was eager to get into my full pup set of gear. Read more »

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

Shopping was quite the experience. Since the same day Michelle locked me into my gear was also my day off, errands had to be run. I wore a hooded sweatshirt to cover up the harness, but the collar and shiny ring affixed to the front was hard to hide. The girl behind the counter at the market smirked as she scanned my groceries and rang me up. I barely noticed my cock cage, the metal tube so small I had no reason to worry about any noticeable bulge.

Dinner was messy. Eating from my bowl was humiliating and challenging and degrading. Eating on all fours made my cock fill the tiny cage as much as it was allowed. Because of course.

A text came from Michelle around 7 pm. It was becoming clear that I wasn’t to text her, and only respond and reply when she initiated conversation.

“No clothes at all when you’re in private”

I replied that my clothes were off, and stripped. But no other text came back.

I didn’t hear from her until late afternoon the next day. I had to wear a larger sweatshirt to work to cover up my harness (again) and my collar (which made me hot), and so I skipped out of work early and arrived home around 3:00. Read more »

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

I woke to my cock begging for freedom. Straining inside the metal chastity device. Luckily I had no need to use the bathroom. I didn’t know what time it was. I didn’t even know exactly what room I was in inside my own apartment. I ached, and would have loved nothing more but to stretch. I could tell this particular cage was a touch bigger than the one Michelle kept in her office, I wondered for a while if she had these laying around, or had purchased at first when I was incessantly making passes.

I attempted to slide my hood off, more because I wanted to know if I could rather than needed it off. I was in complete darkness. My stomach rumbled. I was hungry. A few barks echoed off of my walls, an attempt to figure out if Michelle was here. If she ever actually left. I was met with silence. Finally my cock went flaccid and I fell back asleep in my bondage. Read more »

[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. Read more »