Day one

They didn't do much else that evening. He'd wanted to and if he wasn't totally misjudging her, Emi did so too. But it wouldn't have been right. This was a strange arrangement, but it was theirs and he wanted to do it right.

Which meant that he left soon enough with a promise to buy a collar and meet up after work.

The next day was hectic. Mostly, because he couldn't focus and spend half of his supposed working time looking up places that sold collars. By the time lunch came around, he'd given up and called in sick. To his boss...

It was a little awkward, to say the least. Though, even over the phone he could tell that she was just as pumped up as he was.

So he left his flat and went to a shop he'd picked out earlier to get the collar. It was a nice, elegant design. Dark red leather with tinted silver clasps and two d-rings for a leash. He'd gotten a matching leash as well before heading to the play section of the pet-girl supply shop and getting some cuffs and chains.

Just in case he'd need them in the medium to near future.

He then texted Emi to check when she'd be free. The answer came suspiciously fast.

'My place or yours?'

He hesitated for a moment.

'Let's do yours, I am fairly close anyway', he texted back.

'Waiting for you then ;p'

He picked up his pace and took the next bus, which dropped him off almost right in front of her building. His puls had picked up with every passing minute and now that he stood in front of Emi's door bell, it was thundering in his ears.

In the 23 years of his life, he wasn't sure if he'd ever been as nervous before. He'd certainly not been this nervous and horny before. As the front door unlocked with a loud ringing noise, he hurried inside, hoping that no one would notice his raging hard on.

A flight of stairs later, he walked through Emi's door, said Emi sporting a healthy red blush on her cheeks as she closed the door behind him.

"You got it?", she asked in an almost whisper. Her eyes gleamed with want.

He wordlessly nodded and she let out a shacky sigh. "Then let's get going.", her lips curved up.

"And no more stalling. I am getting collared asap!"

It took some of the tension off Michael, and he grinned in response. Once they had made it into the living room, he pointed to a spot on the carpet.

"Then you should kneel.", he started rumaging in his bag as he watched her get on her knees where he had indicated. She was smiling. Her pair of cat ears positively vibrated on her head, while the long feline tail whipped from side to side. Her face was flushed and a little sweaty.

He realized that she must have changed for this, since she was wearing a pretty black lace top and fitting shorts. Both were absolutely highlighting her gentle curves and not at all what she'd worn in the group call this morning.

Having gotten the collar out of the bag and opened the clasp, he waited for her to lift her long hair out of the way before closing the leather band around her neck. As he did, he observed her gaze. She looked right back and what he saw in her eyes left no doubts.

Lust. Yearning. Pure excitement.

She wanted this just as much as he did.

"You ready?", he paused before closing the clasp. The smile already playing on her lips grew into a sassy grin.

"Don't chicken out now.", she quipped. A moment later, the collar was closed around her neck.

Michael blinked, slowly rising back to his feet and breathing evenly to manage his nerves. He'd done it. Emi remained kneeling as before, her eyes soft and eager as she looked up to him. The sight nearly drove him insane.

It took a long moment for either of them to get their grips. As usual Emi was faster.

"So, master~", she relished the word in her mouth and Michael didn't know anything could turn him on so much. "Let's go over the rules for level one again?"

He smiled, crouched down, and gently grabbed her collar, pulling her towards him. Her breathing quickened and her eyes fluttered. The teasing look on her face disappeared and was replaced by overwhelmed neediness.

"Good idea, pet.", he said with much more confidence than he felt. "Recite them."

The order only further fanned the flames. Emi's real, human ears, had turned scarlet and the pair on top of her head had flattened in submission. She'd told him that she'd been a cat girl since highschool, but the instinctive control of her cat ears still impressed him.

Emi took a shallow, shaky breath and giggled nervously.

"Yes, master..."

"I follow your rules and obey your orders, except at work. I will wear your collar at all times and you can leash me whenever you want to. When we are in private, I will wear only what you want me to. I... will not touch myself and only cum if you allow me to..."

Towards the end, her voice quieted into a barely audible whisper. He smirked, briefly considering teasing her even more, but deciding to ease off. He did note, however, that the way she had phrased their rules was quite different compared to yesterday.

Less of what they wouldn't do and more what he could do.

"Good girl.", instead of getting lost in his thoughts, he patted her head. The gesture was immediately rewarded with an impressively realistic purr.

Noticing his surprise, Emi seemed both proud and happy.

"Told you, I've been a cat girl for a good while."

He smiled at that and then grabbed the second thing he'd gotten out of his bag. Clipping the leash to her collar, he helped her up from her knees and gingerly led her to the couch. They took a seat and he took a good moment to just enjoy the sight.

He totally wasn't just overwhelmed and stalling. No way!

His newly minted pet noticed and though she seemed just as preoccupied by her own thoughts, she was the first to act.

"So, master.", she scooted closer to him and leaned onto him. Her breasts pressed into his arm and he felt her hip bump into his. She felt warm and exhilarating. "What now?", she asked, her face closer to his than it had ever been.

He could feel her warm breath on his skin and saw the heat steaming off his very needy cat girl. He pulled the leash taut, provoking a breathy exhale. Then his lips hungrily devoured hers. She reciprocated eagerly, her body melting into his side and the leash once again losing its tension as she leaned into him.

They kissed, deeply and passionately, and soon their hands began to wander. Michael found his hands caressing Emi's back and wandering further down, soon cupping her ass and grabbing into it. She was like pliable dough in his hands, every touch inviting one of her own as she desperately clung to his body, trying to get even closer to him.

They broke the kiss with silly grins and Emi quickly crawled onto him, straddling his lap before resuming. He felt himself getting more and more heated, his erection straining against his pants and against Emi. She seemed to notice too, and started grinding in his lap, only exacerbating the situation.

"What do you think you are doing?", Michael pushed out between labored breaths. She answered with a mischievous grin on her heated face.

"Pleasing my master?~", she only redoubled her efforts, herself also starting to pant as the bulge in his pants stimulated her crotch through the thin fabric of her lace shorts. He snorted and lightly slapped her ass, resulting in another gasp from her.

"Is that how kittens please their owners?", the lust had long since quelled all previous inhibitions, and he felt himself getting into his role. The lust-clouded look on Emi's face confirmed that he was doing it right.

He spanked her ass again, this time a little harder and a moan escaped her lips. She flushed and hid her face in the nape of his neck. The grinding didn't stop, though.

Grabbing the back of her collar, he pulled her back and **** her to look into his eyes.

"I asked you a question, pet.", he demanded. Her face somehow gained another shade of red, whether from embarrassment or the slight **** of her collar, he didn't know. Finally, she looked down and licked her lips.

"No master."

"Then get to it.", he released the back of her collar and she immediately sprang up from his lap to follow his order. She obediently sank to her knees in front of him and opened his pants, sliding both them and his underwear down to reveal his fully errect penis.

For a brief moment, she simply stared, curious and horny, before coming back to her senses.

"Do you prefer free form or the proper way? Master?", she asked, looking up to him with demure eyes. He hesitated for a moment before shrugging.

"What are you more comfortable with?", he knew that it somewhat broke the master-role, but he'd rather play it safe. She didn't seem to mind and smiled.

"I'm fine with either-", she scooted a little back and widened her knees, placing her hands between her legs in a way that made her arms frame her breasts as she arched her back to present them. He recognized the posture as the traditional greeting pose of a pet wife.

"I've known that I want to be a pet since forever, so I've taught myself all the correct etiquette and practices. Even though I don't want to be a full-on traditional pet wife, I wanna be able to pretend after all."

"So, if master doesn't mind, I would like to show him my skills the traditional way.", she kept her eyes demurely on the ground as she waited for his answer.

He chuckled, once again impressed by just how committed she was.

"Then show me.", he ordered.