Catfood Ep. 05 - Time For A Decision

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#5 of Catfood


A Vixen's Tail

Catfood - Episode 5 - Time For A Decision

© 2004 Nameless


I was in a daze as I left the building. At first my brain refused to work, or at least it seemed that way, except for the part that steered my body out of the building and to the nearest bus stop. On one paw, the interview had gone much better than I had expected, Tammy had been friendly and their offer sounded pretty good. Or, rather, it sounded much less unpleasant than I had initially feared. On the other paw, the offer scared me, that I felt forced to take it. If anybody was forcing me, then it was myself, but I still felt like, well, a cornered rat. My body was running more or less on automatic, I got onto the bus and headed home. By the time I got there, the decision had been basically made. I didn't want to admit it, even to myself, but I knew that I would take the offer. The only question was how long it would take me to admit it.

"Lye?"

"Oh... Hello Kaye." I suddenly realized that she was sitting on the couch. I had walked past her on the way to my room without noticing her. I knew she had been there, but it had not registered on me.

"Have a seat. There's still a little coffee left."

"Thanks." I fetched my mug from the kitchen, filled it and sat down next to her. I took a sip and looked at her, unable to say anything.

"So?" She asked finally.

"What?"

"How did the interview go?"

"Ok, I guess."

"Well?" When I didn't answer, she cajoled "Come on, Lye, tell me about it!"

"Well, Tammy, the woman I spoke with, was pleasant enough. Only... I had to ummm... take off my clothes."

" What!?!"

"Yes, I had to strip at the beginning of the interview. I had to pose for her until she declared me 'attractive enough'. Then she allowed me to sit down." I began to blush at the memory "And I was not allowed to cover my... private parts"

"Ummm..." Kaye was blushing a little as well. "How could you take it? I mean, I would tell her 'No', I don't think I could do this."

"Well, I very nearly left... But considering what I will have to do if I sign up for this... At first I was blushing so hard the fur on my muzzle stood on end, but rather soon I got used to it. After a while I forgot that I didn't wear any clothes." I fell silent for a moment. When Kaye did not comment I went on "She told me what they expect from me. Basically I have to do whatever my master wants from me. Sex is practically a given, and it's often rather kinky. If I can believe what she told me, they do take the health of their slaves seriously. My master would not be allowed to really harm me and if something bad does happen I'll receive proper medical help. On the whole it was not as bad as I expected."

"So, are you gonna take it?"

"I guess. I don't really have any other alternative left. It's not quite sure if they will take me. Tammy told me she would recommend it to her boss, but they won't make a final decision until I've gone through the examinations. The really bad thing is that it'll take me four to six years to work off my debt."

"Four to six years?" She stared at me, her mouth open. "That's a long time. Especially for us..."

"Yes, I know." I said "But I guess it's better than having only five years or so to live."

She scooted closer and hugged me "I wish I could do more to help you..."

"It's ok, Kaye. Just knowing that you care helps a lot. Thank you." I put on the bravest face I could and said "I'll make it." We sat like this for a few minutes, then I said "I need something to eat, Kaye."

"Ok." We stood up and headed for the kitchen.

Afterwards I spent an hour or so looking over the information material Tammy had given me. Then I called my mother and asked her to visit me the next day. I didn't tell her why, just that I had something important to tell her. After a shower I retired to my room, gently but firmly telling my roomies to leave me alone. I knew they only wanted to help me, but I wanted to be alone for a while. I didn't fancy them looking over my shoulder while I went through the catalogue of bondage gear or read one of the stories.

I looked at the bondage stores first. The cuffs and collars were easy, but some of the other gear would have taken me a while to figure out how to use it if they had not provided pictures and sometimes even video clips of it in action. Or, I thought wryly, rather inaction, given the restraining nature of most of the devices. The shop was definitely 'interesting'.

After a while I turned to the stories. I took off my clothes and started reading one of the shorter stories on the list Tammy had given me, one that had been marked as 'introductory'. Somehow it felt right not to wear anything while I read it. I don't normally read a whole lot, but soon I got into the swing.

The story began with the heroine (if she could be called that, a mouse anthro interestingly enough) receiving a call from her boyfriend. He told her, no, commanded her to shower, groom herself and await his pleasure. She did, anxious about what he planned and eager for his company at the same time. It was clear that this wasn't the first time she did something like this, that she was his slave, or at least that she behaved like this. And that she trusted him. When her body was as clean and as pretty as it was going to get she knelt in the hallway to wait for her friend. Naked, of course, except for a leather collar and cuffs that she had put on. The fact that she did not have the keys to unlock these items, that only her boyfriend had those, excited her, inexplicably as far as I was concerned. I did my best to pretend that the character in the story was me and... as much as I could not understand it, I found that I could feel at least a shadow of her excitement. "Ok, maybe not quite as inexplicably as I initially thought."

When her boyfriend came in, she greeted him as 'Master'. He took no notice of her, but spent a few minutes doing something in her apartment while she waited for his permission to move. After a while he returned to her, used two short chains to connect her wrists and her ankles together and sent her to make coffee for him. He was watching TV when she brought him the coffee. He sat her on his lap, commanded her to close her eyes and be silent and fondled her while he drank the coffee.

At that point I was somewhat surprised to find that I was more than a little turned on and even more that my left paw had wandered south on its own. I had to stop reading for a bit as I tried to sort out my emotions, but when I didn't really get anywhere, I continued reading.

He sent her off to make dinner while he continued watching TV. During dinner he sat at the table while she kneeled at his feet. Every now and then he fed her a morsel. When he was done, she had to clean the dishes.

After she had used the bathroom he tied her to the bed and blindfolded her. He spent a considerable amount of time doing whatever he was doing (the story was written in first person so since the heroine did not know what he was doing, neither did the reader) before he joined her in bed.

A multi-page, detailed description of their lovemaking followed. By the time I finished reading, I was panting and the fur between my legs was damp with my arousal (and to my considerable embarrassment, so was the seat of my chair). I hastily wiped the seat and turned off the computer.

It didn't take me long to determine what to do next. My arousal required release. I spread a towel on the bed, arranged a few pillows and sat on the towel. After a moment a whim struck me and I changed to a kneeling position, my legs wide to give me easy access. What a strange coincidence that it was almost exactly the same position as the one that the femme in the story had used. Except that I didn't hold my paws still but used them to tease my body. At the time I hardly noticed that I had closed my eyes and thought about the scene where the male (his name was never given in the story) fondled his willing slave in front of the TV. That Kaye and Jen actually had the TV running and that I could hear it faintly through the closed door helped me to visualize (or whatever one should call it) the scene.

After a while I almost forgot that the paws kneading my breasts and exploring my sex were my own. After a surprisingly short time waves of pleasure began to radiate from my cunt and tits. (The author of the story had used those terms and at some point I began to apply them to my own body as well). I had been waiting for it, expecting it, but somehow the climax still managed to sneak up on me. One moment I was happily massaging my inside, the next my body arched and shook. It felt almost as if a taser had hit me, only pleasant not painful. I barely managed to keep my chittering at a level that my roomies would not hear over the TV.

I lay sprawled for at least a minute before I could (and wanted) to overcome my languor enough to clean myself. Afterwards I lay on my bed and tried to make sense of what had happened. It had easily been the most intense orgasm I had ever given myself, almost as good as real sex. A few tissues later (I didn't use them for my eyes) I felt ready for a quick dash to the bathroom to clean up. I didn't have any illusions about being able to hide the smell from Kaye's nose, but I didn't want to flaunt it either. I washed and dried the fur on my thighs, thinking that the next time I should wait with the shower until afterwards. I washed the towel before I put it into the laundry bin.

It was still a little early for bed, but I did not feel like doing anything else. I tried to go to sleep, but sleep was a long time coming. I could not get the story out of my mind, could not help wondering how it would feel like if I had to do this, if I was the slave. I was both scared and excited at the prospect of finding out.

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I called Tammy the next day during a short break at work.

"Hello, this is Tammy, how may I help you?"

"Lydia Catbait, hello."

"Hello, Lydia! How are you?"

"Ok, I guess. I looked through the information and I read one of the stories..."

"And? Did you enjoy it?"

"Well..." I felt my face begin to blush.

"Got your panties damp?" She sounded unbelievably lewd.

"Awww! No!"

"Oh, what a shame." She sounded disappointed.

"I didn't wear anything when I read it." I stared at the wall "What made me say that?!?"

"Oh, good." I could hear the grin in her voice.

"I..." Somehow I could not stop "had to wipe the chair..."

She laughed "Glad you enjoyed yourself." Then she asked "So, did you decide?"

"Yes." I took a deep breath "Yes. I want to do it."

"Great! Well, I'd like to congratulate you on the decision, but... to be honest, I can't. The best I can say is that I hope you won't regret it."

"Yes, thanks." We were both silent, waiting for the other one to speak. Finally I asked "Ok, what next?"

"You have to sign some waivers and go through the entry examination. When do you want to do it?"

"Tomorrow morning? How long will it take?"

"Saturday?" She thought about it for a moment "Ok. It'll take at least four hours, but it could be as long as six. When exactly?"

"Ten AM? At your office? Or do I have to go somewhere else?"

"No, that's fine. Give me a moment..." I heard her tap a few keys "That's fine. I'll book you for tomorrow ten AM."

"Ok."

"Meet me in my office, we'll go through the legal stuff, then I'll take you to the clinic to have your check-up."

"Ok."

"Do you have any questions?"

"No. Thank you, Tammy. Bye."

"Bye, until see you tomorrow, Lydia."

I hung up the phone.

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I sat down on the couch, between my mother and Jen. Kaye sat in the easy chair. I looked slowly from one to the other "My family and closest friends." The few furs (and one human) I thought I could really trust and depend on. Jen and Kaye had been my friends since I started high school. "No male in my life." My father had died two years ago and I had broken up with my last boyfriend a few months earlier. Broken up hard, we had quarreled for quite some time, but the last fight had been spectacular, we had both been bruised and bloodied, I more than him, but I had given nearly as good as I got. The bad memories and my work had conspired to keep me from finding anybody new.

I looked around once more, looked down at my paws and finally began to speak "Mother, Jen, Kaye... you all know by now that I have cancer. And that I have to come up with more than 200k for the treatment. I have finally found a way to get the money, I hope so, at least. It is not my first choice, far from it... it's the only hope I have left." I fell silent for a moment, searching for the words "I applied for an indentured service contract. I'm going to be a pleasure slave."

Stunned silence, at least from my mother, Jen and Kaye already knew that I had toyed with this idea. "Lydia... I don't know what to say... This is horrible." My mother squeezed one of my paws. "Is there no other way?"

"None that I can think of, Mom. I talked with their recruiter and she convinced me that it won't be quite as bad as I had thought."

"That's her job, isn't it?"

"Well, yes. I believe her, though, she told me that she was an indent herself and she made it through."

"Ok."

"So... your mind is made up, Lydia?"

"Yes. I won't know for sure if they'll take me until I have had all the examinations, but if they do..."

"I wish there was something I could do..." Mother hugged me.

"There is" I answered, returning her hug "First, I'll start chemo in a few weeks. We'll have to see how it goes, but my doctor warned me that it could be pretty harsh. I'll probably have to stop working after a few weeks and I might well need someone to look after me, maybe I'll even have to stay in a hospital."

"I'll help you, baby. I'll be here." Jen and Kaye both added a "Me too."

"Second, I'll have to move out once I start... serving. I wouldn't get to spend a lot of time here in any case... I couldn't justify the expense."

Jen and Kaye weren't thrilled by the idea.

"What if I move in here?" My mother asked "I can barely afford my place, now that Charles is gone... It would be tight, but it would make it a lot easier to look after you."

Jen and Kaye looked at each other and Jen said "That could work."

We talked for another hour. We decided that my mother would terminate the lease on her apartment and move in with us so that she could help me. I felt a lot better afterwards, knowing that I had the full support of my mother and my two best friends. We ate dinner together and then my mother left.

I talked a bit more with Jen and Kaye, then I excused myself and headed to my room. I read another of the stories and... Let's just say I really needed the shower I took afterwards. For details, see my account of the previous evening.

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" Hey!" I turned and found Tammy grinning at me. She stood next to the coffee machine in the company kitchen I had almost walked past. She had a steaming coffee mug in her hands. "Lydia, I'm glad you could make it."

"Hello, Tammy." I had only met her the day before, and that as my interviewer for the rather unpleasant 'job' I had been forced to consider. But I couldn't help but think of her as a friend. "Maybe the fact that she has already seen me nude bonded us or something."

"Would you like a coffee or something?" She waved at the coffee machine.

"Sure. Coffee with milk, please."

"Fine." She turned to the machine and pressed a few buttons. A few moments later she handed me a cup. "Would you like more milk?"

"Please." She fetched a jug from the fridge and added some milk.

"Thanks." I took a sip. The coffee was surprisingly good.

She sipped as well, for a moment we regarded each other over the rim of our cups, then she said "Come." I followed her into her office.

"Here." Tammy said and deposited a sports bag on the desk "A present for you." The bag was black with the logo of "Bonded Personnel Services" embossed in a creamy white, a collar and two pairs of cuffs underneath. The chains connecting the cuffs were twisted around one another. Whoever had designed the logo had a twisted sense of humor, it looked almost like the "Skulls and crossbones" pirate flag.

"Thank you." The way she grinned almost made me add "I guess." I opened the zipper and looked in. It was empty except for a steel collar. I hissed in... fear? annoyance? excitement? I stared at it, unsure what do. After a moment I lifted it out of the bag and examined it. It was open, there was a locking mechanism, and since I could not see any keyhole, I assumed that it used a magnetic key. Next to the lock was a ring, probably to attach a leash. Clipped to one side and clearly not a permanent part of the collar was a small plastic box with a blinking red LED.

The grin Tammy gave me was clear enough, still I had to ask "I'm supposed to put that on, ain't I ?"

She nodded "Yes." After a moment her grin widened even more "This is your attire for today."

It took me a moment to process that statement. When I did, I blushed "You mean... I'm supposed to wear only that?"

Tammy just grinned. After an uncomfortably long moment she nodded.

"Ok." I sighed. "I guess I should have expected something like this." I put the collar on the desk and began to strip.

"Put your clothes in the bag." I did. When I stood nude Tammy said "Put the collar on."

"Ok." I picked it up reluctantly, held my headfur in one paw to keep it out of the way and put it around my neck. After a moment I grabbed it with both paws. It took a lot of willpower to snap it shut. The 'click' echoed in my mind loudly. A short tug confirmed that it was locked.

"In the side pocket is a key, you can take it off when we are finished today. The box records your heart rate and stuff, this is only for today's examination." She considered me for a moment, then she said "Let's get down to business." and sat down in her chair. I closed zipper and put the bag on the floor, then I sat down opposite her.

We spent the next hour our so going through my contract. I signed a few dozen forms and waivers and the contract. The contact was only preliminary and contingent on the results of the medical examinations. I would have to pay for the examination if I decided to bail out afterwards. At least I would not have to pay if they declared me unfit. When we were done, Tammy sorted the papers and gave me a copy of each. Most contracts were done electronically these days, but for something this important paper was still used, in addition to the electronic version, of course. I picked up the bag and stowed the papers away.

"Let's go." Tammy grabbed her purse from a drawer and stood up. I looked at the bag, wondering if I would be allowed to put on my clothes now. I turned around and one look at Tammy dashed that hope. A leash dangled from her hand. I did not resist when she clipped it to the collar, partially frozen in shock, partially afraid what would happen if I did, if that would put a black mark on my record or something. She said "Don't forget the bag." and turned around. I quickly picked up the bag and followed her, it wasn't as if I had a choice about it.

I blushed furiously when we left her room when I suddenly realized that not only Tammy but also other people might see me like this. We had taken no more than a few dozen steps when a door opened further down the corridor. I squeaked in distress when a man came out and stopped cold. Only for a moment, Tammy did not stop and one sharp tug forced me to scamper after her.

He saw us and grinned "Hello, Tammy."

"Hi, Frank." When we reached him, she stopped and turned to me "Lydia, meet Frank, our lawyer."

"Hello." When he held out his hand, I shook it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lydia." He bowed, raised my paw to his face and kissed it. Then he released it and looked at me, at my face, strangely enough "I have a feeling we'll see more of you around here..."

"Maybe... though I don't know how you could see any more of me." He laughed at my answer "What made me say that?"

"Goodbye. Work calls." He waved the folder he was carrying and turned around. "See you."

After a moment we walked on. My thoughts were swirling, this had felt really strange. He had definitely not been uninterested in me, but apart from staring at my privates for a moment he had behaved like a perfect gentleman. I could not figure it out. Soon we stopped to wait for an elevator.

I was a little surprised when Tammy pressed the button for the basement. She grinned at me and asked "You ok?"

"I... I don't know. That was weird..."

"That he didn't freak out? Or that he didn't rape you?"

"A little of both."

"Well, you aren't the first nude woman to walk these corridors. Most of our rooms for slaves are in this complex. This is where you will stay between assignments. Do you want to hazard a guess as to the dress code?"

"Ummm... what I'm wearing right now?"

"Bingo! You see, there are almost always a few slaves here. If they don't have anything else to do, they clean our rooms or do other similar work. Watching them is one of the perks of working here. We also get an employee discount if we want to hire them for a night." Her grin left me to wonder if she was someone who would take advantage of an offer like this.

"Ummm..." The elevator stopped and we walked out into the parking garage. Tammy led me to a car, hers apparently, a small city car. She popped the trunk and I put the bag inside. When she released the leash and pointed at the passenger door I realized that she wanted me to ride across town in full view.

"Eeep!" I stopped and stared at her, almost ready to bolt.

"What's the matter, Lydia?" She grinned "Well, don't you want to go by car? Would you rather take the bus?"

"Ummm..." That idea thrilled me even less. I got in right quick, arranged my tail and sat down.

"Strap in." Tammy reminded me as she started the car "And keep your paws at your side." I lowered my arms reluctantly.

"Don't worry, Lydia, hardly anyone will notice you. And your fur hides practically everything anyway."

"Except my nipples." I thought as I looked down "Then why do I have to do it?" Tammy just grinned "You're testing me, aren't you?"

"Yes." We rode in silence, a slightly uneasy silence, at least for me. After a minute Tammy said "You know that we'll test you for drugs. Is that a problem for you?"

"No. I saw it on one of the waivers. I drink a bit of wine every now and then, but that's it. Chocolate doesn't count, does it?"

"No." Tammy laughed "It's good to know that you don't do drugs. Actually, we don't really care if you do as long as your body isn't too badly messed up by them."

"You don't care?"

"Well, once you start working for us, you have to stop taking drugs right quick. That can be a real bitch."

"Do tell."

"Really. I... well, I was a mess when I started to serve here. They do believe in doing a hard stop, you have to stop taking them. Zilch, nothing, nada. No replacement drugs, nothing."

"That must have been terrible."

"It was. When it got so bad that I threatened to kill myself if I didn't get a fix, they just tied me up and kept me that way for a few days. And when I began to scream to be released, they gagged me. That was the most horrible week of my life. Once I was over the worst, they put me to work. Mostly to keep my mind from thinking about how much I wanted that fix. The sex I had during this time helped a lot. The method is a bitch, but it worked. Of course I wasn't allowed to take any drugs while I served as a slave. After a month or so I hardly ever thought about them any more and by the time I had paid off my debt the drugs were only a bad memory, one I don't plan to repeat."

"Oh." The thought of Tammy tied up and screaming for a fix somehow turned me on a little. Her telling me these private things helped me, knowing that she was a lot better off now than before she had served as a slave. "No more drugs since then?"

"Well..." She drawled and grinned "if you don't count sex, of course."

I laughed. We chatted as she drove across town and I almost forgot that I was nude.

"One more thing, Lydia..."

"Yes, Tammy."

"During the examination you will be 'officially' my slave. Do what you are told and don't talk unless you are asked a question. Understood? Can you do it?"

"Ummm..." I didn't like this at all, but I saw no way out "Ok. Tammy."

"I won't tell you what we'll do to you, but to give you a little hint: We won't just test your body, but also your reactions to what you'll have to do. And what we'll do to you."

I stared at her, suddenly very anxious. I wasn't quite sure if the smile on Tammy's lips was reassuring or frightening.

End of Episode 5