Caitlin: Chapter 3
The room looked like one of those old Army briefing rooms. Caitlin, dressed in a general’s outfit from probably WWII, complete with medals, stood behind a podium. Behind her was a large projection screen.
Her audience consisted of a bunch of identical looking Caitlin’s, identical except that they were all wearing different outfits. A slide projector came on, and a picture of Larry, right in the middle of yawning and stretching appeared on the screen. General Caitlin tapped the screen with her pointer.
“This ladies and gentlemen is the man whom we’ll be serving for the next three months. His name is Larry, but we are to refer to him as Master.”
One of the versions of Caitlin raised her hand, or paw seeing as she was wearing a familiar cat girl outfit.
“We always refer to them as Master. Also there’s no gentlemen here, it’s just us ladies.”
“You’re correct Katlin. Moving on. Cheflin, you’re doing an excellent job with the cooking. Keep it up.”
“Ouah Ouah madam! I will keep up with ze cooking!” replied a version of Caitlin dressed as a French chef, complete with mustache.
Another version raised her hand. This one was dressed in ripped jeans and a tye dye shirt. A blonde streak ran through her hair.
“Yes?”
“Are we like, gonna get some pot to smoke?”
“Afraid not. This Master doesn’t do drugs.”
“What a square.” the tye dye shirt wearing Caitlin replied.
“All right, moving on. This Master likes pet girls, Katlin and Doglin, both of you may be required.”
“Hopefully not at once, right? I can’t stand Katlin!”
“The feeling’s mutual!”
“Break it up you two!”
Caitlin yawned and opened her eyes. She frowned in surprise when she realized the bed was empty. She shook off the remnants of the dream she had, then climbed out of bed. She found a note on the dresser.
“Caitlin, had to go to work early. Be home around 3. C ya then.”
He hadn’t left her any orders.
She sought advice from Ms. Ackland, a more formal version of herself. Caitlin liked to envision her experiences, memories, and skills as separate versions of herself who all lived inside her own head. She had been doing this since she was a little girl, and had gotten quite good at it. Ms. Ackland was a culmination of her practical decision making skills. Fittingly, she wore a dark purple, no nonsense pantsuit.
“Since you’ve been left with no orders, and your contract with Larry doesn’t prohibit you going anywhere without his permission, this would be a good opportunity to get out and explore where you are. Just be sure to be back before 3."
That sounded like a good idea. She headed to the bathroom to grab a quick shower.
“I hope he’s okay with you doing this..." Slavelin, a meeker version of herself who wore nothing but a metal slave collar, said.
“I think he’ll be all right with it, so long as you’re home when he is. You don’t have to tell him you were out, you know. Ms. Ackland replied.
She showered, dressed, then left the house. Being a sex slave for rent was a pretty lucrative deal as far as she was concerned. She got to keep 50% of the money. This would mean $1600 for her at the end of this. Other slave girls got paid more of course, but she was grateful for this job.
Even though she got paid less then average, she still got free meals, as well as free room and board. This meant that she had a good bit of money burning a hole in her purse, and an ATM card that could give her more, not that Ms. Ackland would allow her to go on a spending spree.
She let herself wander around the neighborhood, not really paying attention to where she was. She did this because she planned on relying on her phone’s GPS to guide her back to Larry’s apartment. She liked to explore and find things, sometimes things that other people didn’t find, or found but ignored. This once served her very well when she was about 14. She had found a $20 bill and treated her friend Susan to ice cream. Susan would go on to join the Air Force. Caitlin hadn’t seen her in years.
She stumbled across a shopping center and spent a good hour wandering around in the various stores. She spotted all kinds of neat clothing. In one section she spotted a hologram wearing a pantsuit pretty similar to the one that she imagined Ms. Ackman to wear, only the top was styled differently. She thought about it and decided that she liked it. Now Ms. Ackman would wear that same pantsuit, only in purple as it was Catlin’s favorite color.
It was when she went to pay for a necklace that was too irresistible not to buy did she realize that she didn’t have her phone with her. She thought back and remembered that she had left it plugged into the charger back at the facility. She’d have to retrace her steps. Easier said then done. She consulted Tracker Caitlin, but she wasn’t really well developed and didn’t have much to offer.
Out in the parking lot, she spotted something that could probably help her. It had a symbol on it a lot like the symbol on her phone’s dialing app. As she approached it, Archeologist Caitlin popped into her thoughts.
“It’s a Payphone. They were really common back in the 20th century, before cell phones became popular. If you have some change, you may be able to use it to call Larry. Pick up the handset and see if you hear a dial tone."
She did that and smiled when she heard the dial tone. She dug around in her purse for some change, inserted some quarters into the coin slot, then dialed Larry’s cell phone.
“Hi Master it’s me Caitlin. I’m lost and I don’t know how to get back to your apartment.”
“Where are you now?"
“I’m at a shopping center, Exco circle. I forgot to bring my phone with me so I had to find a payphone to call you.”
“That’s only about five blocks from my apartment. Okay, look around. Do you see the tall gray building? My apartment is in there. It’s the only tall building around here.”
“Oh. Yeah I see it.”
“I don’t know what’s more amazing, that you got lost only a few blocks from my apartment, or that the payphone there still works. In any case, go back to my apartment and please stay there until I get home."
“Okay Master.”
On her way back to Larry’s apartment, Caitlin spotted a tarantula climbing up a wall. She smiled and carefully scooped it into her hand. The big hairy spider seemed calm enough. It crawled along her hand, and didn’t try to bite her. Looking it over, she realized it was a Mexican Redknee tarantula.
She was pretty sure it was someone’s pet that got out.
With Ms. Ackland’s help, she made an “executive decision”. She took the large, hairy spider with her back to Larry’s apartment.
Back in the apartment, she emptied her makeup case and put the tarantula in there for now. It was a big spider and needed a good sized aquarium to live in, but this would have to do for now.
Caitlin was fascinated by spiders. This, like a lot of her fascinations dated back to her childhood. When she was just a little girl, she found a Cellar spider, sometimes known as a Daddy long legs. It looked so dainty and almost regal with its long legs and tiny body. She tried to keep it as a pet, but it got out and she never saw it again.
Later on she ran across a wolf spider and decided to become its caretaker. She caught some bugs and dropped them in the spider’s web, much to its delight. Then her dad found the web and having arachnophobia, killed the spider with his shoe. She didn’t speak to him for almost three months.
Eventually the war between her and her father ended when he bought her a tank and a spiderling to go along with it. The spiderling grew into a red trap door spider. Then a couple years ago it got sick and died.
That was the day Caitlin left home and decided to become a slave.
There was a potential huge problem considering her current living arrangement. She had no idea how Larry would react to a big hairy tarantula. If he freaked out and killed it... well hypnotic conditioning or not, she’d leave. She didn’t mind being a sex slave, but she liked spiders more then having sex.
She decided that she was going to be up front. When Larry got home, she’d have the spider crawling on her, and show him that it was okay. His reaction would make or break this relationship.