A couple days apart

Did you know there is a discord? Here is the link: https://discord.gg/kEK7rCsxXH. I'll upload a few ai approximations of how I imagine the scene from last chapter. There will also be some pics of Jane (The puppy girl). If thats of interest for you, come over.

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He did reward her with the promised orgasm after dinner, which to Emi confirmed both how great a pet she was and how kind a master Michael was. Sadly, she couldn't stay much longer afterwards and had to hurry back home to catch enough sleep for the following work day.

It only took until her head hit the pillow for her to start regretting her previous decision. Two days with no Michael shouldn't be a lot. But right at that moment, it felt like an unbearably long time. Which probably meant that taking a short break was healthy.

Emi realized that she was hopelessly crushing on Michael. Right now, she was in the throes of an early relationship, obsessing with her partner and all the delicious time they spent together. The fulfillment of her deepest fantasies only exacerbated the effect. But who could blame her? Michael was everything she had hoped him to be, and she was loving every moment of being his.

Still, even through her rose-colored view, she knew it was good to cool down a little, and two days of work and personal time would do just fine.

The next morning, she woke up well rested and feeling great. There was a slight urge to suck on something, making her grin shamelessly. She'd had an oral fixation for many years, but her vigorous and frequent 'unloading' of Michael had brought it to a whole new level. Briefly, she considered satisfying her need with the good old trusty dildo in her nightstand before dismissing the idea.

Instead, she focused on more productive thoughts and got up to wash and get breakfast. Almost an hour later, she booted up her PC and started going through the tasks for the day. At noon, she had a big meeting with the whole team regarding a large client that needed some collaboration from individual team members. Before that came two shorter meetings with staff, as well as a bunch of emails and administrative tasks.

She started with the emails, fighting her way through half a dozen before her alarm went off and reminded her of the first of her meetings. Frowning at the half-written email, she opened the digital meeting room and checked both her camera and microphone as she waited for Zoe to enter it.

The moment she did, nervousness started to creep up as she saw herself in the camera. Unsurprisingly, she was completely naked save for her collar and the adorable little bell attached to it. Sure, the camera only showed part of her upper body, but it was still glaringly obvious that she wasn't wearing any clothes.

It technically wasn't part of her rules. She was only supposed to be naked in Michael's flat when Michael was around. But she'd decided to extend the rule to both of their flats and all the time. It felt sensible to her, since it would come up at some point anyway. And also she wanted to test it out without Michael, to see how she felt about it, and get used to it in case she decided to keep it up.

Knowing Michael, he would be hesitant to infringe on her autonomy to this degree without vigorous insistence on her part.

Her PC informed her that someone had joined the meeting room, causing Emi's heart rate to shoot up. Before she could return her focus to the screen, she heard a yelp, followed by an excited shriek that fried the audio.

"Damn girl, you decided to go full agnesian?", Zoe asked from the other side of the camera. She was a young woman, approximately Emi's own age but somewhat more mature-looking. Unlike Emi, she had dirty blond hair and was easily a head taller. Probably the same size as Michael, actually. Emi had never seen both people together in person.

Zoe was a pet dresser, with a pair of adorable floppy dog ears on her head. She couldn't see it right now, but Emi knew that there was a matching, bushy tail too. Unlike herself, the dog girl was fully dressed, though, and as far as Emi knew, Zoe wasn't really interested in anything but the aesthetic.

She was, however, very much interested in other people's business. Seeing the excitement on her face, Emi suppressed a wry smile and shook her head.

"Nope, at least not yet. But I'm trying out a no-clothes policy at home.", she replied. Zoe seemed excited at the news.

"Cool! Not something I'd ever be comfortable with, but I imagine it's right in your ballpark, right?" Pretty much everyone on the team knew that Emi was fascinated by aristocratic pet culture, so the assumption was well-founded. "Was it Michael's idea, or yours?", Zoe further asked, a hint of concern creeping into her voice.

"Both of ours.", Emi answered, feeling both a little touched at the concern and bothered by the lack of trust in Michael. "I've explained our current arrangement before, right? He made it a rule for me to be naked in his flat. I've decided to try it out alone in my flat too."

The hint of hesitation disappeared from Zoe's face as her concerns seemed to be addressed.

"I'm really glad the two of you hit it off this well.", the puppy girl proclaimed happily. "You seem really happy with him."

Emi felt her cheeks heat up a little as she blushed. "Yeah, I'm really happy.", she sighed melodramatically.

"So happy, I needed a couple of days apart to stop myself from going coo-coo on him.", A self-ironic grin stole onto her lips.

"Damn girl", Zoe whispered. "Got it that bad for him? I'm kinda surprised, it didn't seem like you were all that close before."

Emi shrugged. "We weren't, largely because I was a scaredy cat. But yeah... I'm really crushing hard on him..."

"The sex helps, hm?", the other girl 'asked' with a sly grin. Emi's cheeks heated up a little more, but she managed a little nod. That earned a laugh.

"Anyway, as much as I want to keep needling you.", Zoe seemed quite regretful. "We need to get this meeting going." And they did, spending the next 20 minutes talking through the poorly stated requests of a client.

Soon enough, one meeting ended, only for the next to follow a very similar playbook. This time it was Jane, who was very excited at the idea of another agnesian pet girl in her circle. Even after Emi explained that she wasn't going quite that far yet, the naked puppy girl kept up her excitement.

"Just you wait. I bet by the end of the year you'll be a registered pet!", Jane bet. Emi's eyebrow rose sceptically, but she didn't outright protest. A registered pet... that hadn't quite been in her plans, at least not in the short term. Jane was the only registered pet she personally knew and while the woman seemed more than happy with her situation, it was a fairly **** step.

Registered pets were, in essence, a way to square the emancipation of women with traditional pet ownership. Some pets weren't satisfied with just acting as the property of their master; they wanted a more institutionalized ownership over themselves. One that was more similar to that of the pet wives of old, who were considered the legal property of their husbands.

Since that wasn't how marriage or the relationship between men and women worked in the 21st century, the registered pet system was introduced. Basically, it allowed a person to officially register themselves as another person's pet. This doesn't remove the pet's humanity or rights, but in a sense places another label in front of them.

As long as the pet remains registered, they are legally considered the property of their owner. This makes them unable to take responsibility for crimes, own property or care for themselves, all of which becomes their master's responsibility.

In effect, for most people who did it, it did not really change the dynamic between the pet and the owner, since anyone taking the step more than likely already fully depended on their master. Additionally, the pet can at any point choose to end their registration. For those people it is a kind of marriage, the final stage of their relationship.

Of course, aside from extensive prescreening, there are numerous failsafes built in to avoid ****. Such as mandatory, bi-monthly meetings with a psychiatrist without the presence of the master, quarterly visits to the 'vet', and the possibility of surprise inspections. Any indication of mistreatment or ****, and the registration is voided, with the possibility of serious criminal charges against the owner.

Honestly, it was quite the hassle for most people, and only people really into pet culture did it. People like herself, famously obsessed with aristocratic pet culture.

If Emi were honest, she could well see herself registered sooner rather than later.

Jane noticed the conflicted look on her face and let out an excited squeal.