The weekends became preoccupied by their play. Neither had many connections, Charlie especially, so could enjoy the time easily. A couple times Vel went out with friends she actually left Charlie set up at her place, playing out a fantasy shared of her just having him as a pet around the house even when out. More and more often he was at her place than his, to the point where the majority of the time spent was in her home.
There came a day, her casually proposing him simply sell his furnishings and end his lease to be with her. Vel recalled how her heart was beating, the question asked while stroking a hand along his back as she played with him. He had jolted, tilting his head towards her but nodding after a few seconds and nuzzling her leg. She hadn't been sure if he took it seriously or as play, but a couple weeks later he brought over a luggage container with some clothes and personal effects. He was so blushed and nervous when she had him confirm he sold his things, but Vel soothed his nerves well and rewarded him well that night and in the ones that followed.
Not too long after that, there was a week of extended play where they had agreed Charlie would just be a pet that week. Apart from responding as a pet, he wasn't allowed to speak. And Vel adored it, loved the way he crawled up to her and nuzzled when she came home. Even with the hood blinding him Charlie was good at navigating by then. Most days she played with him, stimulating and teasing and occasionally fucking him to their mutual hearts' content A couple of days they just cuddled though, his head in her lap as she pet him and relaxed
The week passed. And they both just... continued it. He didn't ask Vel to stop, didn't invoke his safeword. And she kept him like that, just like she had hinted all those months ago on the forum. Apart from when he tended hygiene matters or ate, he was in a catsuit of her choosing. She had asked Charlie occasionally if he was content, and reminded him he could invoke safeword if needed. He never did, nuzzling and purring to assure her.
And now there was today. Her pet's head in her lap, a wine glass in hand as she sipped it and stroked his head. They were on the couch together, cuddling as she watched TV and contemplated it all. It felt meant to be... whether it was or not though? Who was to say, it was moot now. She set her glass down, running a hand along his side and feeling Charlie jolt as she chuckled. Her hand moved to waist, then to groin as she listened to him mewl muffledly. He was hers now. And neither would have it any other way.