Life is busy...

Hi, I am back with another chapter, though it took longer than expected.

Thanks for your comments once again. I hope I didn't come off as too standoffish last time, I just really wanted to convey my vision for the story. Without further ado, please enjoy!

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Work had that crazy ability of turning the novelty of their current living arrangement into the same old normalcy of a workday. They both had their own projects, clients, and PCs to work on, so for the next few hours, there was little interaction beyond occasional looks and pleasant touches.

A few times, Michael involuntarily listened in on work calls between Emi and another member of his team, distracting him from his own work. That was solved with a pair of headphones and some background music.

For lunch, they took a short trip to the convenience store on the corner and got some wraps. It was pleasant, just talking and occasionally lowkey flirting, as if they were just work friends who might at some point start a fling. It occurred to him that it was a little ridiculous that he'd only experienced this normal office life after entering into a relationship. The lack of prior exposure did make it all the sweeter now.

It certainly allowed him to relax a bit more and go back to work with more elan than usual.

For once, they'd both decided to put in some more hours to catch up on their somewhat neglected workload and work ahead. It seemed prudent considering their plans for the next month.

When they finally both decided to end the work day, they cooked dinner together. After a brief argument and discussion that made Emi back down on her insistence that it was her job as his pet. Didn't matter that it made no sense, considering she was using medieval pet ladies as her inspiration for the most part. Those most certainly did not cook.

It wasn't until the widespread normalization of pet wives after the world wars, that cooking became in any way associated with pets.

She'd acquiesced, though, once she realized that he was a fairly good cook with a number of recipes that she didn't know.

He'd then taught her his personal enchilada recipe.

During dinner, she did insist on earning her appetizer before eating. Her stripping, crawling underneath the table and sucking him off until his seed splurted down her throat was somewhat jarring. Since they had spent the day barely acknowledging her status as a pet, but that didn't mean he didn't fully enjoy it. It would take them some time to figure out a proper rhythm between the pet side and the relationship side, but he was sure it would come sooner or later.

They spent the next two days in much the same way, slowly settling into a comfortable work-life or pet-relationship balance. It was Wednesday evening when he'd finally proposed a change.

"I'm going to have to be at my place for the rest of the week.", he announced as they were both sitting at the dinner table. Emi had already earned herself her mandatory appetizer of his cum and was now heartily tearing into the curry he'd made.

"Already tired of me?", she asked humerously.

"Nah, but I have some files at home and need to get some admin work done.", he replied without taking the bait. Emi loved to tease, to the point that he sometimes wondered if the only reason for her pet kink was having more ammunition for teasing him.

"Wanna come over after work tomorrow?", he instead asked her. She took a moment to think about it before nodding. "I could stay overnight. Though if you need some alone time, I totally understand."

Michael shook his head. He appreciated the thought, but he very much relished her company.

"No, I think I would really like to return the favor.", after all he'd stayed at her place for the past couple of days. She hummed happily, and dug into her food again. Watching her eat was adorable. Unlike him, and probably most stereotypical 'males', she was really specific in the way she ate her food. Every single fork had to be perfectly balanced with the correct proportion of rice to curry, meticulously planned by her.

It was cute, but it also meant that she took aaaages to finish her food.

"Since I'm coming over to your place...", she suddenly began, her eyes peeled to her food.

"Are there... any specific rules for me to follow there?", her cheeks colored a little. He chuckled, getting her drift.

"Might as well, try some new stuff when we're changing the location hm?"

She nodded, her eyes still refusing to come up from her plate, though her wagging tail showed her building excitement.

He thought about it for a moment.

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Ok, so here comes the next stage, aka level 2!

I'm still somewhat undecided as to what the new rules will be, but I've got some ideas. As usual, I want a slow! increase in the perviness and it should fit the general theme, so no hardcore bdsm!

Current ideas are:

-no clothes for pets in the flat

-crawling in the flat

-bell on her collar

-being leashed and having him lead her around (this one will probably only be temperary since thats really annoying in practice)

Please comment what you think about those rules and ideas for other ones! I am always glad to hear them!