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"Ichi, ni, shi, go," Theresa annunciated carefully. The snow leopard's brow was furrowed and her eyes clenched shut in concentration. Her bushy tail thrashed behind her as she tried to remember what came next. After a minute of intense focus, she let out an exasperated breath and peeked out at the flash card in her hands. "Next is... roku. But that's six. Shouldn't it be five?" She glanced back through her notes and then growled in frustration. "Ichi, ni, san, shi, go, roku. I forgot san."

"You're getting there," her husband, Spencer, called from the couch, otherwise lost in his gaming. His own fluffy tail was quite calm, draped up and over the back of his seat.

Theresa looked over the card again. She recited the words a few times, then looked more closely at something she had scribbled in. "Wait, what is yon?"

"That's four."

"I thought shi was four."

Even though she couldn't see his face, as he was facing the TV, she could feel her husband rolling his eyes. "Shi is also four."

"Why does a language need two different ways to say four?"

"Why do we need both dad and papa to mean the same thing?" Her husband went on under his breath, "Pops, daddy, daddy-o..."

Theresa balled up her notes and threw them at the wall, missing the garbage can by almost two yards. "This isn't working."

Spencer paused his game and turned around, resting his muzzle on a hand. "Look, honey, you can't learn a brand new language overnight. It took me years, two of which I spent in Tokyo. You have to practice more than a few days."

She tried to give the biggest, widest, snow-leopardiest eyes she could. "I bet I'd learn so much faster if I was in an immersive environment like you were."

The snow leopard on the couch returned her gaze deadpan. "Honey, we can't afford to go to Japan right now. It's going to take saving up for a while. We'll get there. But it's not happening this month... or the next."

"We could hitchhike and couch-surf."

"In a foreign country with a language you don't speak?"

"It's so I could learn the language," Theresa said hopefully.

Spencer shook his head with finality. "No. We're going to save up. You're going to learn the language. And then we'll get a proper trip in."

Theresa tried wheedling her husband a little more. She hopped off the chair and went right up to the couch, draping herself like a proper cat over the back of it, her upper body dangling down against her husband's chest. "But there's so much I want to do. So much I want to learn. I want to do a tea ceremony. I want to see all the cherry trees in bloom. I want to go to a real Japanese club and an arcade, oh, and a bookstore."

Spencer chuckled and ran a claw through the fur of his wife's neck, tickling her just the tiniest bit. She purred in response.

"Oh, and go get a lesson in shibari from a proper Japanese dom. Don't you think I'd look stunning tied up in rope?"

"You look stunning anyways," he said with a quick kiss at her cheek.

She nipped back. "You know what I mean. I want to go. I want to have fun."

He reached out and gripped the back of her neck firmly in that way that always made her feel meek and small. Then his lips met hers and they kissed deeply. "We will. Don't worry." His fingers teased down along her neck and under the collar of her shirt. "Lots and lots of fun," he said with a seductive growl tinging his voice.

Theresa lost herself in the playful cuddling for a moment, returning it with caresses over his chest. And when the kiss ended she said, "But I want to have fun now." There was a spark in her eyes, one that was shared in his.

"Oh really?"

Her head nodded enthusiastically.

"As in, right now?"

"Well, I'm too frustrated too study any more..." She looked guiltily at the television. "So long as I'm not interrupting."

He gave a happy shrug. "You can interrupt my gaming any time."

"Even when the new Legend of Zelda comes out?"

"Okay, okay, almost any time." Spencer laughed and stroked over her head as she flopped down and curled up like a big fluffy ball in his lap.

"So what are you interested in doing? Should we get some shibari practice in now so we'll be even better when we finally make it to Japan?"

He chuckled and reached down his shirt, pulling out a pendant on a string. "I have a better idea."

There was a moment when Theresa was worried what was about to happen, and then his fingers snapped and he commanded her to sleep, and she remembered nothing more for a while.

* * *

Theresa came to with a jolt. She was in her room. Well, no, it wasn't her room. This was the temporary guest room that her host was letting her use. It couldn't be her room -- even though everything was in the same place, and it had the same posters on the walls -- because her room was back in America, and she and Spencer were finally in Japan. She knew that for sure.

A shiver ran down her spine. They'd done it, they'd made the trip, and she was getting the immersion experience she always craved, working as a part-time servant in the home of a Japanese businessman. Okay, that part wasn't ideal, but at least it meant a roof over her head and some spending money, while they planned for excursions deeper into the island.

A gentle knocking came at her door and the man on the other side rattled off some incredibly fast Japanese. Theresa couldn't understand a word of it, but she could understand the impatience behind it. She reached out to open the door and gasped when she saw her arm was clothed in nothing but her rosettes, along with the rest of her.

She was standing there, naked, in the middle of her room.

"Just a minute!" she called out frantically and dove for the closet. There, hanging prominently, was the kimono that she and Spencer had purchased a few weeks back when they had first contemplated the trip, but no matter how hard the snow leopard looked, she couldn't find anything to wear underneath it. Not even a single bra could be found.

The knocking became stronger and more insistent. This time one word did filter through. "Hayaku," he was saying several times. She thought she knew that one. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to remember. It meant... It meant... "Hurry!"

She grabbed the kimono and threw it on, gasping just a little as the fabric brushed over her naked form. She tied the knot in the obi and made sure that everything was in order before opening the door.

Behind it stood a man, a tall, sleek-furred snow leopard in a sharp button-down shirt and slacks. He looked so much like her husband that it made her heart flutter a little to look into his eyes, but it wasn't the same person. Her husband was on a trip to Tokyo today. So it couldn't be him. She knew that for sure.

The leopard spoke some more Japanese, looking her over. Then he nodded and gestured for her to follow him. Theresa shuffled quickly after him, trying to make short steps, so the part in the kimono wouldn't fly open and flash her new employer. Not that she wouldn't want to show off to him, in the right circumstances. He was so darn handsome after all.

The leopard's house was very nice. A little cramped, but you had to expect that given the cost of real estate. It looked so much like Theresa's own home. But again, it couldn't be. Her house was in America, and this was Japan. She knew that for sure.

He took her into the kitchen and gestured to the stove, next to which an iron tea kettle stood. He said something, and this time she was sure she detected one word. "Ocha." She knew that one. "Tea." Spencer used that one all the time. When the leopard gave her a questioning look, she nodded enthusiastically. She could make tea. No problem.

He settled into the next room, typing away on his laptop and leaving her to the kitchen. She happily busied herself with the simple mechanisms of making a good cup of tea.

Meanwhile, her fur felt electric. She was finally doing it. Living the dream. I mean, it was just as an in-house servant, but it was still Japan! As the water heated, she checked off a list of all the things she wanted to do on their trip. The list was so long she lost count of how many things were on it.

Her tail was flicking back and forth so much in her excitement that she almost flashed the leopard in the next room thanks to the way it kicked her kimono about. She took a deep breath and told herself to calm down, and as she did, she tried not to think about how each of the micro-currents in the room tickled gusts of cool air up her naked thighs.

Now excited in more ways than one, she found herself stealing glances at the leopard in the next room as the tea steeped. She idly wondered how he might look without his shirt on. Or maybe without anything on. Would he be as well hung as Spencer was? Would he be interested in her at all? Would he know anything about shibari? Would he want to tie her up and show her how it was really done?

The buzzing of the egg timer on the counter brought Theresa back to herself. The snow leopard quietly poured out a cup and shuffled into the next room with it on a saucer. She wasn't sure how best to present it to him, so she opted for how she would if she were roleplaying with Spencer and knelt down beside him, holding the tea out level with her muzzle.

The leopard smiled, took the tea from her, and sipped twice. His tail gave a languid sway of pleasure and he thanked her. Or at least she thought he was thanking her. Then, as he set the tea down on the table, he reached down to idly pet over her head. "Ii koneko-chan," he said fondly.

She wasn't quite sure what that meant, but she felt sure she could puzzle it out if she thought hard enough. "Chan" she knew. That was what you called someone small, like a child. Her tail fluffed out a bit at that. She wasn't that small. Not really. But then "neko" she also knew. That was "cat." So "koneko-chan" was...

A blush spread under her fur as she realized what it meant. This leopard said it with the same fondness that Spencer used when he called her "kitten." That's what it was. He was calling her "kitten."

So what was "ii" then? She thought she'd seen that one before. Well, what was the context? He was thanking her. So he was...

The blush spread right up to the tips of her ears. "Good kitten," that's what he'd said. He'd called her a good kitten. Just the way Spencer might when she was acting submissive. Her mind fell back into fantasies of being tied up by this leopard, which were renewed and reinvigorated by the way he was treating her now.

Suddenly the snow leopard turned from his work and looked at her, frowning. He gestured for her to stand, and when she had, he stared intently at the belt, the obi, that held her kimono together. He was shaking his head and saying something. And with a sinking feeling, she realized she must have tied it wrong. Before she could stop him, his hands had reached out and undone the obi, and the kimono fell open before him.

Theresa quickly pulled the kimono closed, but she knew he had seen inside. He had to have.

His entire demeanor had changed. He was silent, staring at her. Quietly he rose from his seat and took a step towards her. Theresa flinched but did not step away.

He reached out and his fingers closed over one of Theresa's hands, prying the fingers apart and off the clothes. "Ii koneko-chan," he said soothingly. He repeated the words until her claws retracted and her hand hung limp in his. She let him move her arm away from the folds of her kimono and off to hang at her side. Then he did it again with her other hand. In his voice there grew a seductive lilt. "Ii koneko-chan," he said again, and then, "Jujunna koneko-chan."

She didn't need that one translated. She knew what it meant from the way he growled appreciatively as he said it. "Obedient kitten. Submissive kitten." She gave a shaky nod of her head. She was.

With her hands at her sides, the kimono hung just open down the middle. He reached up and pulled it over one shoulder, completely exposing one breast. He didn't pause. He didn't ask permission. (She wouldn't have known how to give it if he had.) He simply reached right in and gripped her breast, man-handling it in a way that revved her sexual engine like nothing else could. He groped and teased, pinched and tweaked, tugged and squeezed until she was gasping. Only Spencer, and a few old exes, knew how that affected her.

He pulled the other side of her kimono down and then both hands were on her breasts. "Jujunna dorei," he purred into her ears. She didn't know what "dorei" was, although she guessed it was something a little more than "kitten," so she just nodded fervently. It was all too much. Her nipples felt like diamonds being dragged against the pads of his palms, and her sex was aching with want. She moaned out wantonly.

That made him stop. He put a finger to her lips. "Shizuka," he said, and she knew he meant "quiet." A part of her was elated at learning that so quickly, but that part was squashed under a submissive need to do what this leopard wanted, whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

He grinned down at her and seemed to think of a little game. He would play with one breast, man-handling it as before, right up to the point where she couldn't hold back any longer and had to moan again. Then he would stop and command her in that stern, wonderful voice of his: "Shizuka."

It was driving her wild, to feel so good but have no ability to vocalize her enjoyment. Each time he started playing with her, it took less and less time before she would moan. And before she knew it, she couldn't stop herself at all. She was always on the brink of moaning, her knees shivering, her teeth chattering, her sex aching and craving any stimulation at all.

"Jujunna koneko-chan?" he said. It was phrased as a question. He was asking her if she really was an obedient kitten.

She nodded fervently. "Yes, master," she said in barely more than a submissive whisper.

He put a finger to her lips again. "Hai, goshujin-sama," he intoned carefully.

"Hai, goshujin-sama," she repeated. She knew "hai" was yes and "sama" was what you called someone important. She could guess what he had just taught her.

His smile widened and he tugged at the kimono sharply. She didn't resist. And a moment later her clothes lay in a heap on the floor, leaving her completely naked. She put her hands behind her and arched her back a little, trying to encourage him to play with her breasts even more.

But the male snow leopard had other ideas in mind. He sat back in his seat and spread his legs, beginning to undo his zipper. A moment later, the spined tip of his half-hard shaft poked up into the air. Theresa licked her lips. He was just as big as Spencer was.

His tail curled around onto his knees and the tip flicked there, as if beckoning her closer. She moved to sit in his lap, but he waved her off.

"Paisuri," he said insistently, but she had no clue what that one meant. Stumped, she was forced to shrug, so he gestured down to the floor.

She lit up and grinned, getting down on all fours and leaning in with her mouth, about to suck on his thick shaft.

But he waved her off again. "Paisuri, paisuri," he said again. And, when she looked blankly back, he jabbed a finger towards her breasts.

"Oh," she said, and then wanting to regain proper form, she said, "Hai, goshujin-sama."

He seemed pleased by that as she scooted forward and pressed her chest against his groin. She had to pick up and place his half-hard shaft between her breasts, but almost as soon as she had done so, it stopped being half-hard and went straight to full hardness. She giggled just a little, feeling the warmth of it radiating against the thick fur of her breasts. His tip poked out from the top and tried to nestle in against her throat.

Now that she knew properly what he wanted, and now that he was at least somewhat distracted with the immediate pleasure of her breasts, she got herself into a more comfortable position. She knelt as close to the foot of the chair as she could manage and subtly encouraged him to spread his knees apart a little more. Then, once everything was in place, she began in earnest. She pushed herself up on her knees, then sank back down. Her hands stayed on the outside of her breasts to push them together around the leopard's girth.

She could tell he was enjoying even that first slide up and down. An almost inaudible purr rumbled his chest and his shaft dripped a touch of pre onto her chest. Theresa looked up at him, deliberately meeting his gaze as her sandpapery tongue slipped down and swirled over the head of his shaft once. That must have hit the spot, because immediately his head lolled back and he groaned.

She picked up her pace, bobbing up and down and letting the natural bounce of her breasts do their stuff. She watched his wriggling, writhing form and felt, rather than saw, the increased excitation as his shaft twitched against her fur with increasing frequency. She tried to suckle on the tip of his shaft, but between the size of her breasts and the length of her muzzle, she couldn't do more than give a lick on each bounce.

As much as he was enjoying himself, she was left wanting. She moved her hands a bit towards the front of her breasts and started playing with her nipples the way he had done just a few minutes before. She bit a lip and had to stifle a groan as the need pierced her deeply. She wanted to masturbate right then and there, but she wanted to obey him more.

Theresa tried to look down at the shaft that was now appearing and disappearing between her breasts, coated in his liquid excitement. She pushed her lips to the tip of it and sucked hard.

The leopard above her gripped the armrests with claws out and heaved his hips forward as he came, sending several short spurts of his seed into Theresa's mouth. Theresa tried to swallow it all, but the suddenness of his climax meant lots of it dripped out the side of her mouth and into her fur.

As she looked up at his panting form, she realized how exhausted she herself was. The teasing before and the exertion of bouncing now had worn her out completely. She could do no more than purr as the man recovered his energy. He reached down and caressed her cheek, murmuring, "Ii koneko-chan," as he did. He picked up a bit of his cum and offered it on a fingertip to Theresa, who greedily sucked it clean.

Then he held his fingers by her ears and snapped.

* * *

Theresa stood up in a flash and looked around. She'd been here, at home, the whole time. The snow leopard here really had been her husband. She'd just been under the effect of a post-hypnotic suggestion.

Energy rushed back into her. She snatched up the discarded kimono and held it over herself. "You creep," she said, but she couldn't keep the giggle out of her voice.

"If you're going to hurt me," Spencer panted, "at least wait for me to catch my breath first."

"If you get me that worked up without some relief again, then I will hurt you."

He gave a weak and breathless shrug. "Vibrator is in the usual place, honey."

She rolled her eyes and looked down at him. He wasn't going to be any good for sex tonight. Still, as worked up as she was, that really had been a lot of fun. So before she dashed to the bedroom to sate her own needs, she tousled the fur of his head, leaned in to purr into his ear, and whispered, "Ii koneko-chan."