Play time

"Heel.", Michael pointed to the ground next to his feet and suppressed the mild feeling of ridiculousness that he felt. Treating Emi like a pet, the same as a cat or a dog essentially, still didn't quite come naturally to him. It wasn't that he disliked the idea, or even the sight of his naked girlfriend hurriedly and obediently following his every command. Getting down on her hands and knees to crawl to his feet and look up to him with adoring and demure eyes. Oh no, he loved it. It's just that he felt a little evil enjoying it.

Which was stupid. Pet culture was as established as any other form of relationship. In fact, it was more established and traditional than treating your partner as your equal, something that really only became common in the last thirty years. His mom, though she hadn't been a full-on pet wife since he could remember, still acted submissively to his father.

Honestly, he didn't want to imagine it, but there was a good chance she and dad were playing the same games he was playing with Emi right now.

So why did he have hangups about it? He really didn't know. Maybe it was his lack of experience after high school. Or his progressive views, which didn't quite mesh with treating another human as an inferior animal. Or maybe he was just nervous and didn't want to seem ridiculous in front of his cute, adorable catgirl girlfriend on whom he'd had a crush for the longest time.

On second thought, it was probably that last one.

No way around it but through, he figured. So he pointed his finger and curled it.

"Present.", The gesture of his finger would have sufficed, but this was training, so combining it with a command was sensible. Emi promptly obeyed, moving to the spot his had indicated and turning to him on her knees. She took the proper position, one he'd seen countless times before as it was one of the most fundamental ones any pet knew.

Knees wide apart, feet under her shapely behind. Her back arched wonderfully to present a pair of beautiful, bare breasts to him. The neck was straight, drawing attention to her red collar adorned with a tiny silver bell. At the same time, her eyes were squarely pinned to the ground, her expression a demure smile. With her arms folded behind her back, the posture was perfectly designed to display her body, show his ownership and her total obedience to him.

That was what is was designed to do after all. Present a pet's most desirable attributes.

Emi's telltale sign of joy, a slight curling at the end of her long feline tail, was the only thing not perfectly trained and performed.

"How often have you done this in front of your mirror?", he teased her. The carefully constructed mask of joyful obedience broke into a blush and Emi's eyes flitted up to him for a moment before returning to the ground.

"Too many times to have counted them.", she admitted while struggling to regain her carefully curated persona.

"How does it feel to finally do it at your owner's command?"

A trembling sigh, both embarrassed and aroused, escaped her lips as she probably realized that he was going to keep teasing her. "I am overjoyed to serve my master.", she replied evenly, but unable to hide her burning face.

He grinned at that. She was easy to see through. Squatting down, he lifted her chin with one hand and made her match his eyes. "I wonder", he began with a slightly evil smirk. "How happy you are about it.", her blushing face turned him on more than he was willing to admit. She seemed confused and was about to answer, when he gently moved his other hand between her legs. Her eyes widened as she realized his intention and her cheeks somehow gained another shade of red. She tried to avert her eyes, but he tut tutted.

"No. No pet. Be good and look me in my eyes.", he turned her head a little and waited until she hesitantly looked back into his eyes. Oh, there was embarrassment and shame there. But outshining both was hot and burning lust and arousal. "So, Kitten. How wet are you?", he asked, his hand hovering just under her lower lips.

She seemed shell-shocked, frozen by sheer shame and heat. Her mouth opened a little, but no sound came. He couldn't help but shudder at the sight. "Let's find out then.", he felt between her legs. She was soaking wet and burning hot. Immediately, a choked moan escaped Emi's mouth.

"P-please-", she muttered with wide open eyes, her face turning a little ****.

"Hm?~", he turned his head to bring an ear closer to her mouth.

"-pLease touch me?", she whispered into his ear with a need that melted his core. His body shivered at the tone of her voice, and it took him a moment to regather himself. Curling a finger gently he barely grazed her clit. It provoked another needy and frustrated gasp and for a moment, he almost thought that Emi would break out of her position. Her cat ears showed her irritation with angry flicks, but her posture remained perfect. Hands obediently crossed behind the small of her back.

"Oh?", he asked with fake surprise. "Does kitten want to cum?" Another barely connecting swipe of his finger over the sensitive, wet bud. He could almost taste the urgency radiating from her tensed body. Oh, she was trying so hard not to move but all her body wanted was to press her sex into his hand and ride it until she came.

"-lease master.", she slurred as his caresses became more solid.

"Please what, dear?", he asked again, his grin widening as she looked up with watering eyes filled with desire.

"I want to cum.", she said earnestly. "Please, let me cum?"

"Hm...", he didn't answer directly but increased the stimulation from his fingers. Gasps turned into moans and gained more and more in length. Emi's body began to tremble under the onslaught of pleasure, the poor pet struggling to stay in position as her mind melted under his ****.

"Should I let you cum? What do you think?", he asked her once she was reduced to a soaked, gasping mess. He could tell that she was not far from cumming and it was honestly impressive that she could hold her position despite the full-on shakes racking her body. It took her a moment to answer, her mind too preoccupied to immediately process his words.

"-if you...ha~... want me... tooo~.... hahaaaa~. It's your deciiiiiiis----ion....", she gasped out between her moans. His grin turned a little evil.

"And if I don't allow you to cum?", his fingers once again increased their speed, provoking a **** whine from her. Emi's face was red and flushed as she pressed out.

"Then I won't cum.", there seemed to be no question in her mind about it. If he didn't give her permission to cum, she just wouldn't cum. Oh, he was sorely tempted to try that out. However, he had different plans.

"Get up on the couch and do 'beg'.", he ordered as he withdrew his hand. A slight whine escaped her lips at the removal of her pleasure, but it wound down as soon as she jumped up and hurried to obey. Almost breaking into sprint, she scurried over to the sofa, climbed on it, and then lay her upper body down on it.

As a result, her ass was raised into the air, presenting her glistening pussy, while her back arched down with her face smushed into the soft padding. As per usual for pet postures, her arms were crossed behind her back, leaving her invitingly open for him.

"Please, Master. Use your pet!", she exclaimed with an enthusiasm that was a little surprising, considering he knew that she couldn't come from penetration. Still, he was eager to comply, stepping behind her and pulling down his pants to free his cock.

He was already rock hard and with how wet Emi was, he had no trouble at all as he gently eased himself into her tight and wet pussy. She gasped loudly as he hilted himself in her, that gasp quickly devolved into blissful moans as he started hammering into her. There was no reason to go slow with her; he knew well that she liked it rough.

He did too, which was why it didn't take long for him to approach an orgasm. Not holding back, he simply erupted deep inside her before gradually slowing down. Emi seemed blissed out, despite now having cum, and didn't move or say anything while they both caught their breath. The silence was then broken by her happy giggles, as she got her hands under her body and turned her head to look back at him.

"That was fun.", she said with a satisfied expression.

"It was.", he agreed. "You look real satisfied.", he noted with a bit of surprise. He'd expected her to be a little more frustrated at still not having cum. She seemed to understand the underlying question and shrugged.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm still horny and would like to cum. But if my Master decided he would rather fuck me than let me cum, I'm happy to oblige." He leaned back and pulled his limb dick out of her. Turning around, Emi stood up and cuddled her face into his chest while wrapping her hands around him in a hug.

"I'm your pet. I'll only cum when and how you tell me.", she smiled softly as she looked up to him. He chuckled at her display of affection and gently tousled her hair.

"Let's get cleaned up. If you're a good girl, I'll let you cum after dinner."