Not much different.

Thank you for the comments and suggestions! I'm very thankful for the engagement with the story. That said, I have to say that most of the suggestions don't really fit with what I have in mind.

The issue is, that this is NOT a typical BDSM story. Emi and Michael aren't in a bdsm relationship, because BDSM as we understand it, does not exist in their world. They are in a pet-master relationship, picture more trad wife than a kink thing. In the context of their world, being a pet girl doesn't necessarily have anything to do with kink or even sexuality. It's a (partially conservative) lifestyle.

So, ideas like kneeling or enforced crawling (though I personally dislike bitch suits for the same reason why I'm not into facefucking. I find it much more enticing when my partner actively chooses to do something) fit well into the dynamic, while vibes and traditional bdsm punishments don't really make sense.

TLDR: Emi is a pet, not a ****. In this universe, being a pet can be somewhat compared to being a trad wife, more about interpersonal dynamics than sexual practices.

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Michael took some time to properly think it through. Honestly, he felt very comfortable with the current state of things, and if today was any indication, there was a lot they could explore without escalating things.

There was also the fact that he wasn't sure what parts he would want to progress further. Having Emi act more submissive in public wasn't exactly feasible considering the only 'public' they usually interacted with were the rest of their team. He also wasn't sure how he or Emi felt about public nudity.

It wasn't exactly an uncommon thing; most of the time, he didn't even react to seeing a naked girl. Jane was regularly naked during their calls and even at the rare in-person team meetings, he'd never questioned her complete nudity or kneeling on the ground.

That said, Emi had always worn clothes and there was quite the mental barrier switching from one to the other.

Before he could get even more caught up in his own thoughts, he decided to give Emi an answer.

"I never thought I would enjoy it this much.", he admitted freely. "Like... I knew that I liked being more dominant in relationships. But it wasn't really something I was concerned with.

With you, though-", her lifted her chin with his fingers and kissed her. "It feels incredible."

"Is that a 'I'm also satisfied'?", Emi giggled before playfully biting the finger that had **** her head up. He played along with the little fight for his finger, a smile playing on his lips.

"I guess so.", he stuck out his tongue.

"But no, seriously. I am totally satisfied with what we currently have. More importantly, I wanna try it out some more. At some point, it might get boring, if it does, we can go further then."

"Sounds good to me.", Emi agreed and they cuddled for a while longer.

At some point, they went to bed. Causing a small discussion when Emi fronted the idea of her sleeping at the footend, since that was the traditional sleeping place in some countries' pet tradition. He'd vehemently opposed that idea and played the master card to have her spooned between his arms.

It hadn't taken much convincing to be honest.

The next morning, he woke up groggy and feeling very good. His addled mind was surprisingly fast at pulling the threads and figuring out what was going on. Emi had once again decided to surprise him with another pet tradition.

The gorgeous 26-year-old knelt between his legs, her upper body pressed into the matrass while her ass presented itself with all its curvy glory. Supporting herself with her two arms folded beneath her upper body, he could only see her cat ears bobbing up and down as she felated him.

Her long, feline tail lazily swayed behind her sizable butt in tandem with her swallowing him deeper.

"You silly kitten.", he chuckled as he woke fully. Reaching out with his hand, he gently pressed her head down until all of him was sheathed within her mouth.

"Another of your pet wife traditions?", he asked, though he remembered her mentioning it the evening before. Emi tried to come up to answer, but his hand kept her down. Her ears showed an appreciative flick at the gesture, and instead, she flexed her throat musculature in a manner that must have signified a yes.

"I'm kinda curious.", he mused with his sadist streak rearing its head. For some reason, he was feeling it today.

"Was it normal for pet girls to **** themselves on their masters?", Emi had certainly given that impression, the way she'd talked before. She answered again by flexing her throat around his cock. Her ears began to flutter slightly, perhaps because of the lack of oxygen?

"Hm... I wonder how long you can last.", he removed his hand from her head, the implication enough to keep her in place. A slight gurgle around his penis made him laugh.

And then he waited, occasionally scratching her head while she patiently kept him all the way down her throat. Sadly, his phone was too far away to reach and there was no clock in her bedroom, so he couldn't time her.

Still, after what felt like multiple minutes, Emi hadn't budged. Her cat ears continued to flutter occasionally, but her tail had stopped moving a while ago. A little worried, he quickly lifted her by her shoulders.

She was fine, though her face was red and eyes slightly glassy as she gasped for air.

"I... i could.... ha-... lasted longer...", she complained even as she barely managed to catch her breath enough to speak.

"No, you couldn't!", he retorted with concern. "You could have choked yourself ****!"

"Yep!", she replied with cheeky amusement. He shook his head at her antics. "Don't."

"What can I say?", licking his penis she mused. "I like **** on your big dick. Shouldn't that be a good thing?", he almost choked at the expression, sighing with exasperation even as he internally gave up the fight. It wasn't like she would seriously harm herself, so if she wanted to play, he was game.

"Well, then.", his hand returned to behind her head, guiding her to swallow his penis again. "Less talking, more ****."

She took it quite literally, **** herself on him with only few **** breathing pauses until he finally came down her throat.

"I'm not sure I will last long with this sorta treatment.", Michael warned her as they both got dressed. He'd brought a work-appropriate set of spare clothes along, while Emi was directed to wear a sexy sexy secretary look consisting of a white blouse and pencil skirt. She even got a pair of fake glasses that fit her unreasonable well in his personal opinion.

"You'll adjust.", Emi promised with a wink. "Most men can get used to regularly cumming two to three times a day without much wear." He found that statistic sorta dubious but didn't ask for a source.

"Considering your propensity for oral, that doesn't leave much for actual sex.", he countered. That didn't seem to faze her, and she simply shrugged.

"If you want me to stop, you just have to order me. I'm fine only having proper sex occasionally."

He did double take at that.

"What?", it took a moment for him to process the implications. "I know you can't cum from penetration, but sex still feels better than giving me a blowjob, right?"

She once again shrugged.

"What can I say. It's not about orgasms or pleasure for me. At least no necessarily physical pleasure. I enjoy the idea of being a subservient pet. My pleasure comes after yours and only if you think I deserve a reward.", her cheeks colored a little bit.

"To be honest, it's partly another pet lady thing. They used to only be allowed to orgasm as a reward for especially good behavior. Basically, it was expected for them to please their husbands daily and only get their own pleasure on special occasions."

"Not, that I want to go that far. I'd like to still cum semi-regularly, but... I guess I'm fine if its like once or twice a week?", she quickly hurried to clarify.

"Huh...", he replied, a little dumbfounded. Theoretically, he understood what she was getting at, but emotionally, he couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea of wanting to be denied pleasure. Then again, he wasn't a submissive pet. So if Emi wanted it, there was no reason for him to deny her.

Especially since that meant daily blowjobs for the foreseeable future.

"Wow, I can literally follow your thought process...", she quipped in a teasing voice. He shook his head, amused.

"Alright then, Ms. Pet. Let's get breakfast and start work!"

So, upload speed will calm down a lot from now on, since real life came knocking hard. I'll try to keep up a weekly schedule (maybe more if I have time and energy), but I won't **** it. Also, I've picked up crochet to make a sexy sweater for my gf, so that might also cut into my time.