Caitlin: Chapter 2
The sex was amazing! Having this slave girl on top of him, using his hands to help lift her up and down, the feel of her body as she panted and moaned softly. This was the reason renting slaves became so popular. Not many guys would turn down the chance to have sex with a horny slave girl who was always on call, even if she was a little weird. His sexual experience being very little, the pleasure soon overwhelmed him. He briefly lost consciousness.
Sleeping with her was pretty easy. After they had sex, she went right to sleep. She didn’t try hogging the blanket, and didn’t toss or turn. Having her warm body next to him was soothing on some primal level. He had no trouble falling asleep. He slept peacefully through the night.
“Maaaasterrr...”
Her voice woke him up. He blinked a few times and looked at the alarm clock. 7 AM. He never got up this early unless he absolutely had to. He saw Caitlin standing in front of his bed, still completely naked.
As his mind cleared, he realized something was very wrong. Her gaze looked more vacant then it had yesterday, and the smile on her face was downright creepy. He jumped when he saw that she was holding a butcher knife that was dripping with, was that blood?!
“C-Caitlin?! What the fuck is going on?!”
“... I maaade youuu some breakfaaast...”
Something clicked in his mind and he realized that he could smell pancakes. He looked at the knife and realized that it was dripping with pancake syrup. She stood there completely still, staring at him with the look on her face suggesting that absolutely nobody was home. Her speech was slow and slightly slurred, and she was holding that big fucking butcher knife.
“Okay Caitlin, put the knife down!”
She blinked, and he now saw a bit of awareness in her eyes. She looked down at the floor and saw the drips of syrup on it.
“Oh... I’m sorry Master.”
She left the room. He sat in bed, afraid to move, afraid that she was waiting just around the corner, ready to disembowel him or something. He heard the sound of the knife being dropped into the sink. She returned a moment later with a wet paper towel. She got on her hands and knees and cleaned up the syrup.
Feeling calmer now, but with his heart still racing, he went into the kitchen. Sitting on the table was a small stack of pancakes with butter and syrup, cut into quarters. A mixture of relief and nervousness made him laugh.
“Hello is this Janet?! Yes hi this is Larry. I wish you would have told me she makes breakfast in the mornings! She came into my room holding a big fucking knife and scared the shit out of me!”
“Are you okay, Larry?"
“Yeah I’m fine, but I’m worried about her. When she woke me up, she looked like she was in a trance or something, I mean her face looked totally blank, and she had this creepy grin, and I thought she was gonna fucking kill me!”
“I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. Caitlin sleepwalks sometimes, usually when she’s sleeping in a new place for the first time. Often times she’ll do things that she normally does for whoever is renting her, like cook breakfast. I can imagine it was scary with her standing there with the knife, but my guess is she used it for something and being technically asleep, she forgot that she was holding it."
Janet’s voice suggested that she’d been through this conversation before.
“Yeah she cut the pancakes with it. So you’re saying she’s okay?”
“Yep. She should be fine, but you have my number if there are any other issues."
“Yeah, thank you.”
“Okay Caitlin, lets set some rules. Number one is that unless I say so, I don’t like to be woken up any earlier then 10:30.”
“Okay Master.”
“Number two, while I appreciate the pancakes you made from scratch, I prefer to have my energy shakes for breakfast.”
“No problem, Master.”
“And finally number three, please do not approach me holding a knife again. You almost made me shit myself!”
“I’m sorry Master.”
“All right, good. Now, how about getting a shower and changing into some clothes?”
“Will do.”
After she got into the shower, he decided to join her. Cleaning soon turned to groping. Groping soon turned to sex. Automatically, as if pre programmed, Caitlin bent over and spread her legs as much as she could. She moaned softly as he fucked her.
“Ohhh Ohhhhh yesssss...”
She leaned forward, and almost hit her head on the tile. He had to grab her to stop her from falling.
“Hey. Hey! Hey, wake up! Wake up!”
Caitlin had fallen asleep right there in the shower. Almost losing his balance, he managed to lift her up. Her eyes were closed, she was smiling. He shook her as hard as he could. Her eyes opened.
“Master? What are you doing?”
“Hello, Janet? Hi it’s Larry. Does Caitlin have narcolepsy or something?”
“Narcolepsy? Not that I know of. Why?"
“We were in the shower and she fell asleep, with water pouring on her. I had to shake her pretty hard to wake her up.”
“Hold on let me check her file... Ah, were you having sex with her?"
“Yes...?”
“According to her file, she falls asleep after having an orgasm. We don’t know why. We do know it’s been going on ever since she started masturbating a a teenager."
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?!”
“Because I honestly didn’t know. I’m sorry, but Caitlin is still new to me. I was assigned to her just two months ago. I’m sorry, I really should have gone over her file again."
“Okay, fine. Since you have her file up, are there any other things I should know about?”
“Lets see, she’s an excellent cook, she’s also pretty good at sketching. Give her a pencil and a sketchbook and she’ll make some beautiful drawings. She also—"
“I mean crazy stuff.”
“Oh. Not that I’m seeing here. How’s she doing?"
“She’s all right now. I just want to be prepared for any more surprises.”
Larry watched as Caitlin cleaned his apartment. She dusted and vacuumed, all while in some sort of serene daze. It was like she existed in her own world, and that world just happened to intersect with the world he lived in.
“So Caitlin, tell me what you’re into as far as kinky stuff goes. I imagine you have all kinds of experience in that area.”
Caitlin looked at him and seemed to concentrate on something. She then gave him that wide smile.
“One time I had someone give me a mayonnaise enema.”
He nearly gagged.
“I mean things like bondage, sex toys, latex catsuits, vacuum beds.”
“Oh. How’s that different from a mayonnaise enema?”
“It’s different. Trust me. There’s kinky, and there’s fucking disgusting. Kinky would be things like being tied up, or wearing skin tight clothing, or using sex toys. Disgusting is, w-what you were talking about.”
“Oh. That’s kinky? That’s the stuff that usually happens when I’m with a renter.”
“Oh... kay... Uh, do you have any skin tight clothing you can wear while you’re here with me?”
“Uh, my cat girl costume would do.”
“Go put it on.”
She emerged from the bedroom wearing a pink one piece bathing suit, with black nylon leggings that ended in integrated slippers that looked like paws. She wore gloves on her hands that were also shaped like paws. A pair of cat ears blended in with her brown hair. Her face had whiskers painted on, and he noticed a furry brown striped tail dangling between her legs. He turned her around and saw that the tail connected to the base of a round butt plug that parted her buttocks slightly.
His erection threatened to burst through his pants.
She walked around his apartment, making meowing noises, and examining everything. All he could do for the moment was to just watch as she walked, her “tail” swisching around, her shapely legs, her ass, and her movements which were more pronounced and semi cat like. Thankfully she didn’t try to leap up on anything. He noticed a slit in the crotch of her outfit and knew what he was going to do next.
“Walk up to the table, and bend over it.”
She obeyed. He walked up to her and grabbed her ass, so perfectly framed in nylon. He squeezed and pinched it several times before dropping his pants. He fucked her as hard as he could.