Another day

Emi woke up feeling great aside from having a dry throat. The wine she'd drunk at the restaurant hadn't been compensated with enough water, though she hadn't had enough to feel hungover. Gently turning, she saw Michael still sleeping underneath the covers next to her. His breaths were accompanied by a quiet whistling of his nose. He looked adorable, sleeping as he was and Emi once again found an unexpectedly strong wave of affection for her gentle, loving master wash over her.

It hadn't even been a month since they had started 'dating', and even in her wildest dreams, she hadn't dared to imagine being this much into him after so short a time.

The scratchiness of her throat tore her from her thoughts and got her moving. She carefully got out of bed so as not to wake Michael. Her mind had already switched to hornier thoughts, having reframed her need for water as lubricating her throat for her master's wake-up blow job.

Feeling herself already heating up, she slid down to the floor instead of standing up before crawling towards the kitchen. Flashbacks of the last evening replayed in her mind, her act as a speech-less kitten pouring more fuel onto the already blazing flames in her groin. She could swear that she didn't use to be this horny all the time, but her recent embrace of pet culture had apparently turned her into a total hornball. Not that Michael complained.

When she reached the kitchen, she hesitated. To get water, she had to reach the sink and while she had already decided that she'd drink from bowl like a proper pet should, filling that bowl would require her standing up. Something she refused to do at the moment, so as not to break her immersion. After a few moments of hesitation, she got an idea.

Crawling closer to the counter, she pulled herself up the front and towards the sink while keeping on her knees. Like that, she barely managed to reach the faucet, managing to push the handle up with her forehead and letting water flow into the sink.

Turning her head, she started gulping down as much of the flowing water as she managed, which honestly wasn't much since the angle wasn't great. Still, after a few moments, she satisfied her thirst, in the process getting her entire face and some of her hair wet.

Turning off the faucett, was another struggle, mainly because she still refused to use her hands. It took her half climbing onto the counter for her to be able to push down the handle and stop the flow.

She felt a little exhausted afterwards, but proud and happy she'd managed to stay in her role. Satisfied and with a well-lubricated throat, she crawled back to the bedroom and up into the bed before getting to the first task of her day.

...

Michael awoke to an, as insane as it was to admit, increasingly familiar sensation. That off her dick being buried deep inside Emi's throat while she bobbed her head up and down for maximum stimulation. The devoted pet girl must have noticed him stirring since she glanced up at him with cheerful, happy eyes before getting back to her servicing.

The situation had become so familiar to him that he didn't feel strange or hesitant when he reached behind her head with one hand, letting her hair flow in between his fingers, before grabbing it and using it as a grip to firmly push Emi's head all the way down. All the same, she was used to it and didn't offer any resistance as he buried his entire length inside her. As usual, he kept her down there for half a minute before pulling her up, the docile cat girl getting a few seconds to breathe around his cock before he slammed her down again. At this point, she liked to cross her hands behind the small of her back, her tail swinging back and forth happily while he fucked her face.

She really was the perfect little toy for him to use.

Soon enough, he came right down her throat, and she eagerly cleaned him up.

"Hello, kitten.", he said sheepishly after post-nut clarity hit and made him cringe at his earlier thoughts about her being his perfect toy.

"Hellu master.", she replied happily with her head resting on his thigh. "Slept well?"

"Woke up even better!", he replied with a grin, which earned him a cheeky smile.

"That's what a girl likes to hear." After a few more moments and head pats, she moved up the bed and lay her head on his chest.

"Sooooo, yesterday....", she began leadingly.

"Was pretty fun.", he concluded with more confidence than he would have expected from himself. It was true, though. All of it, their 'normal' date, the restaurant, and especially their evening activities had been great. He hoped that she thought so too.

Judging by her relieved exhale, it seemed like she did.

"Good. I was kinda worried that you'd think it was too much.", she admitted. "Especially what came after dinner..."

"You mean the kitten act?", he asked while stroking her back. She turned a little stiff, which caused some alarm.

"Yeah... that.", her tone suggested she felt embarrassed.

"I liked it.", he quickly moved to assure her. "It was cute and hot."

Her head shifted and she moved it to look up into his eyes.

"You mean it?", she asked with eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"I do.", he once again assured. "Like, I wouldn't want to spend all our time like that. I think, we have discussed that a thousand times by now, but every now and then it's a pretty hot game to play."

His answer seemed to satisfy her somewhat and her body relaxed into him again.

"That's good.", she muttered into his chest. "And once again, I totally agree. Its play, not something I wanna do all the time.", she grew silent, but Michael could tell there was more she wanted to say.

It took a few moments, but she took a deep breath.

"That's said. I want some additional rules for me."