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After seeing the tiny silver bell on Emi's collar, Michael decided that he had spent his money well. The bright, happy smile on her face as she gently tapped it and made it ring repeatedly only reinforced that feeling.

"It suits you perfectly.", he stated, very satisfied with himself. She looked up from where she was still kneeling and preened. "Well, thank you, my dear Master." Her pair of cat ears flickered with guilt.

"You did spend way too much money though."

"How would you know?", he challenged. She was right, but that was besides the point. She grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

"Same way you do. It's the current thing to wear. I've been thinking of getting a bell myself, so I've done some snooping around, looking at prices.

Seriously though.", her expression turned sincere. "Thank you, Master. This is perfect, and I promise you that I will earn it.", that faint lustful glint that always entered her eyes whenever she entered her servile 'pet-mode' shimmered brightly.

He shook his head with a snort and rustled through her hair.

"You, my dear kitten, don't need to earn anything from me. Let me spoil you!". She leaned into his touch and purred a little.

"Anyway, I've made lunch since I assumed we wouldn't want to leave the flat.", he nodded over to his dining table. It was fully set for two people with a salad and a steaming lasagna waiting for them. A bit overkill for a lunch, but after taking advantage of Emi's hospitality for the past week, he wanted to step up.

Emi chuckled as she realized that he'd overdone it.

"Looks perfect.", she made her way towards the table without raising from the ground. The way her hips swayed in tandem with the gentle snaking of her tail did great things for him. Judging by the self-satisfied flicks of her cat ears, she knew and was doing it on purpose.

"We'll be getting a proper dinner too, right? Otherwise, I'll need to get my snack now.", she asked before coming to a stop next to a chair. He rolled his eyes dramatically, even though he couldn't stop himself from feeling anything other than aroused. She was weirdly insistent on 'earning' her dinner every evening. At this point, he was jokingly wondering whether she had a semen addiction.

"Don't worry you'll get your favorite food later.", he ignored her playful huff and walked over, coming to a stop before her. "That said, you know what to do." A faint tremor of arousal went through both of them at the same time. Emi's face flushed while her eyes flitted to the ground, then to the side, anywhere she didn't need to look into his eyes.

"Y-yes master.", A nervous grin betrayed her. Pulling back, she got on her knees and straightened herself up. Her arms came up to just under her head with her hands curled up into approximations of paws. She adjusted her knees further apart and shyly looked up at him.

"Please feed me, Master?~", her face had taken a dark red shade at the humiliation, but even through the shame, her arousal was shining through more powerfully. He felt both awkwardly ashamed and guiltily horny.

"We have to think of something... less awkward.", he muttered with a strained laugh. "Get up, let's eat!"

Emi stood without hesitation, her face still flushed and expression mixed. "Yeah... that wasn't it.", she agreed. "I know I wanted to play more into the pet aspect, but that just felt ridiculous and painful."

She sat down at the table and watched as he took a seat as well.

"I still think the idea is good though.", Michael returned. "We just have to work on the execution." Emi agreed with a nod and shrugged. "We've got time to figure it out."

"True enough." He placed some of the lasagna on her plate and then served himself. As he dug in, he took note that she only started eating after he had taken a bite. Another of the new rules. One she had proposed. Apparently, it was proper for the pet to eat only after her master. He did have to admit that the casual display of submission towards him was attractive.

"You could have made me eat from the floor, you know?", she quipped, probably guessing his thoughts.

"I could probably take you on a leash, take you on a walk outside and make you blow me in the park without you seriously resisting.", he countered with a smirk. "Doesn't mean it's the right thing to do in the long run."

Her face colored a little, probably picturing what he described. Notably, no retort came, and she instead dug into the food like it owed her the answer. He chuckled, taking the win for himself.

"So, wanna go on a date on Saturday?", he asked her after finishing his food. As usual, she was still busily chowing down hers. She looked up from her plate and looked thoughtful for a moment. Then she shook her head. "Saturday, I'll have to take care of some family stuff. I can do Sunday, though?"

"Works for me.", he smiled. "Are you staying here for work tomorrow?"

She once again shook her head, this time blushing a little.

"I kinda figured... it would be good to spend some time apart...", her voice quieted towards the end. "I'm getting a little too... uh... addicted to having you around." Her blush turned bright red, and she got very busy cutting into the poor lasagna. He felt both his face and core heat up with warmth. They both liked each other well. That much was obvious even to a dunce like himself. Still, it was very good to hear that Emi felt the same way about him.

"Sure, we'll make up for it on the weekend. Not like we have time pressure.", he was once again glad to have extended the time frame for their experiment. Sure, they otherwise would've probably had crazy hot sex by now, going down the deep end of pet play, but this sort of relationship... it would have cheapened what they had.

She nodded, smiling.