Relaxing and then getting ready for work

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It took a moment for Emi to get back to her senses after her orgasm. He spent that time embracing her in a firm hug and enjoying the warmth radiating off the exhausted woman. There was also a lot to think about.

The day... had been insane. In all of the best ways.

They'd popped the cherry and gotten through what could have been the most awkward phase of their strange new relationship. To the point that they could now enjoy each other's mostly naked company without any awkwardness.

It had been awesome. The tension, the dynamic between them, and especially the sex.

And yet, Emi was still the most amazing out of everything that had happened.

Somehow, she perfectly balanced being proactive and playful with her chosen submissive role. She was sweet, caring, cute, and altogether just stunning. How such an amazing woman could have chosen him would likely forever be a mystery.

He lightly caressed her head between the two impressively lifelike cat ears. They flickered in response, their owner blissfully purring in his arms again. He'd never been this close to expensive pet ears before. Sure, his ex in high school had sometimes worn cheap ones when she'd wanted to play the pet in bed, but she hadn't been part of the culture.

The ones on Emi's head had little in common with cheap decorations. They were finely made, looking absolutely like a part of her scalp in the way they disappeared between her hair. Michael knew that this type of ears had been around since antiquity, though the newer iterations were superior.

It still amazed him that something that wasn't a real part of the body could look and act as if it were. The same could be said for the long, feline tail that had coiled itself around one of his legs. There was tremendous skill and training involved in moving them realistically and unconsciously, and he was impressed that Emi had mastered it well.

Though looking at the tail made him somewhat curious.

"What do you do, when you have to poop?", he suddenly muttered, unable to ignore the intrusive thought. The question jolted Emi from her relaxing trance, and the sense of whiplash was visible on her face.

"Sorry. I was just curious.", he apologized with a chuckle. After a brief vacant stare, Emi grinned and shook her head in exasperation.

"Of all the questions a gentleman asks after sex, this really...", an exaggerated sigh escaped her lips and was joined by an embarrassed flush. "Well, what do you think, Michael?

I have to take the plug out, clean it, and then reinsert it once I am done."

"The inglorious behind-the-scenes part of being a pet, I guess. Though it becomes routine after a while.", she shrugged and chuckled.

"That said, let's get to more enjoyable topics, ok master?", Despite the lax phrasing and use of title, her tone left no leeway to continue. He showed an apologetic grin and nodded.

"Sure, though I'd like to take a shower while we're at it.", she readily agreed to that, and he quickly learned that cat girls washed with their ears and tails attached.

"There is no point taking them off, since they need to be washed anyway.", Emi explained as he shampooed her hair and massaged it into her cat ears. She was simultaneously shampooing her long tails in her hands.

"And while the tail is easy enough to take out and put in, the ears can only be reattached by a professional.", she added.

It made sense since, to move the ears, bands hidden under the hair were glued to different parts of the scalp. That was something only professionals could do. He'd heard of new, electronic implants that didn't have that issue, but they were expensive and had to be regularly charged.

Washing turned out to be a fairly utilitarian affair, though he did get to touch some more of her soft curves. He also learned that drying a tail was maddeningly slow work. By the end of it all, he had a new respect for the labor being a pet girl entailed.

"So, master. How do you want me dressed?", Emi asked him with an excited grin after having donned her collar again. She stood naked in her living room and performed a quick twirl, showing off herself.

He couldn't help but find his eyes drawn to the gentle curves of her breasts and butt. Emi seemed satisfied with his reaction and showed a smug smile.

"Right...", Michael felt a little overwhelmed for a moment. But the rules for the first level of their experiment did state that he decided what she'd wear in private. So it was his responsibility to choose. In the end, he smiled and decided to keep it simple.

"How about nothing, for now?", he stated it as a question, though he doubted she would balk at the idea.

As expected, she rolled her eyes with a cheeky grin. "That's supposed to be, 'No clothes for pets!'. You need to get comfortable ordering me around!", her fake outrage only made her more infuriatingly cute in his eyes.

He didn't argue but instead stepped closer and pulled her into a hug. She eagerly melted into him, her tail almost wagging behind her.

"Give me some slack, it's quite the jump. After all, you've been the order-giver until now, boss."

She chuckled at that, looking up to him and getting on her toes to kiss him on the chin.

"It will be kinda strange at work, hm?", there was a little apprehension but also thrill in her voice. "What do you think they'll say when they see the collar tomorrow?"

Michael could picture it. There would be relentless teasing and bad jokes flying around. Though he doubted anyone would be surprised. Everyone knew that Emi had been looking. He laughed a little and tousled her hair.

"It will be fine. Though I gotta ask. Do you want to make our thing public?", her getting into a relationship wasn't going to be a secret unless she wanted to take off her collar for work. Which he didn't think she wanted to do. But who she was in a relationship with was something they could theoretically keep secret for now.

She seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.

"Up to you. Wanna announce to the world that you managed to catch yourself a sexy little kitten like me?", the teasing almost vibrated off her smug grin. He deadpanned but had to laugh after a moment.

"Sure, it's not like anyone would expect it from me."

A frown briefly overtook Emi's gleeful grin as she remembered his social issues, but it disappeared just as quickly. "Wanna stay for dinner?", she asked instead.

He thought about it for a moment, feeling very tempted to stay. But in the end, he shook his head.

"We've got an early meeting tomorrow, and I don't have my laptop with me. Tomorrow I'll bring it and stay overnight.", he promised.

"Bold of you to assume that I'll let you come over tomorrow!", Emi winked and stuck out her tongue. He took that as his cue to grab her by the collar and gently pull her up and towards himself. Her face turned red immediately, though the smugness in her eyes told him that she'd gotten what she wanted.

"I'm coming over tomorrow after work, kitten.", he said in a deep growl.

"And I expect you to be a good girl and welcome me at the door on your knees. Dressed as you are right now.", he set her down again. Emi's face had turned crimson red and her eyes were squarely pinned to the ground. She fidgeted in place and quickly nodded.

"Yes, master." Her voice squeaked out with unmistakable delight.