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                  Chapter Twenty-Eight: Unexpected Prospect

Another few days passed without incident, Caleb didn't even see Demeter; he was already on the move again when he happened to run into Ophelia and Lucian; they didn't see him but he could see the collar around her neck, and no doubt the boy was in for a shock but Caleb stayed well out of the way of things with them.  He was specifically looking to advertise his need for models as a photographer.  He didn't know how far he could get but he knew the owner of Nightshade paid good money to cover fetish balls and what not and he had already put the advertisement up there, but he was looking to go to Roselynns now; unluckily that was where the just came from so his other reason for wanting to go there had been utterly blown out of the water.  He took a deep breath as he entered the store Roselynn was sitting there and look directly at him and said

"What the hell was that, Lucian with THAT bitch? What happened to you two being…"

"You already know"

"Well yeah but I want to hear it from your mouth I figured you'd tell me before she came prancing through here like the slut she is"

"Well, it hasn't exactly been the most calm of times for me.  Demeter's lucky she still gets to see me and I haven't pushed her away'

"I like her you best not push her away"

He smiled "Yes Ma'am"

Roselynn laughed at him and said "So what brings you out this way anyway?"

"I was hoping to put up a few fliers or strike a deal with you on shooting your wardrobe on real models"

She came around the table and looked him in the eye "Yes you may Caleb"

He smiled for some reason Roselynn always has to look someone in the eye when talking to them; out of all of his friends Roselynn was both the most honest and yet most secretive.  Caleb only met her a few years ago while on a shopping trip with Sage, just like she had a few minutes ago Roselynn encouraged him to keep Sage, even though she didn't know her she had a good feeling about her.  They had gotten into a fight when she learned that they were in fact not pet and master one day in a private conversation with Caleb but the only reason why was because she felt they both had good aura's about them.  Roselynn was a Native American girl and very spiritual to a fault; she didn't exactly pray to the great spirits of her tribe but she had a healthy respect for all things spiritual.

Caleb didn't exactly understand her all the way but knew that come down to it he would back her all the way in many things, he didn't know why maybe it was because she was cute.  Maybe it was just the fact that she was kind to him; though he had a feeling that there was more to it than that he couldn't escape the thought that they were meant to be friends for a reason.  He started putting up the posters and Roselynn came around and gave him a hug for no reason whatsoever except to give him a hug. In spite of himself he smile and turned around in her arms to give her a hug back.
After about an hour of talking with Roselynn and putting up posters Caleb left and wen back home it was this time that Demeter had called

"Come over, Caleb", she said in a voice that left no room for argument

"Ok.." he responded nervously.

He hopped on his bike and headed on his way to her house; he wondered what she wanted, or if this was the moment he had been waiting for; he floored the accelerator on his bike as he was sure she didn't want to wait that long for him; this was a trail he was familiar with by now but for some reason it seemed all new to him it was like his eyes were opened for the first time in a long time.  In some ways they were and he was very happy for that; though he did have a lot to learn he would rather have to learn it than be dense like he was with Ophelia that was a mistake he was never making again.

He walked in and noticed that she was relaxing on the couch with one of her legs propped up.  She wasn't just dressed in plain clothes though, no today she was wearing a leather corset with a matching dress, fishnet stalking and calf high leather boots, Caleb's jaw nearly dropped when he saw this and before he could say anything she said

"Knees, now"

He walked a few inches to where he was a few inches from the couch but a respectful a space apart from her, she got up and looked at him; her eyes looked like that of a predator and would of made anybody shiver if they looked directly at them.  She ran her fingers over the nape of his neck as she circled around him

"You do understand what entering into service with me dictates right? Even if you are being trained to be a master, I have all final say in what happens, who you pick and what you learn.  Also, if you displease me enough then you will be let go and I will no longer train you, or even consider you for a pet"

She let the last few words hang in the air, he wanted to ask what that would mean for them in general but he had a feeling that if he failed her that was it they were only friends and she would no longer consider him a prospect for anything more.  Demeter was just that way, she could say things without actually saying them all you had to do was listen to her voice or her

She pulled his hair "Your answer, Caleb?"

He let out a little moan his lips trembling almost "Yes, Ma'am"

"Yes, Ma'am what, Pet"

"I understand what you are telling me, that if I enter into this and fail you that I forfeit all right to be a master in your eyes, that you will no longer consider me, and that I have failed myself in failing you"

"Good boy, you learn fast"

"Thank you, Ma'am"

She stroked his hair for a long while then got up; Caleb didn't move, knew better than to move without her permission.  She got up and opened a case; inside the case were several long slender boxes, one said Trainee still others said Pet, Slave there was even Slut. Demeter was prepared for all possibilities but she surpassed all of them and brought out a mahogany case that has CALEB etched on it.  She sat back down and ran her fingers across it Caleb marveled at her and wondered how she kept up such a life.  He also looked at the box and wanted so much to see what was in it that he nearly asked her to open it.

"I Demeter Persephone Jones, mistress, and purveyor of joy to many pets, take you Caleb Brown under my wing with this motion of trust and this collar" she said as she opened the box to show a genuine handmade leather collar about twelve inches round, if this fit Caleb would be surprised because he didn't know how big his neck was and he would be surprised he didn't even know how big his neck was, how Demeter would know he honestly didn't know, but as she took it out and secured it to his neck it fit snugly and comfortably he smiled and bowed his head. He felt honored and yet unworthy at the same time; each worry came flooding in as he said a tearful thank you to her.
"Why are you crying pet?" she asked crossing her legs, the leather creaked as the boots moved with the legs; Caleb looked up and wiped the tears, looking over Demeter something dawned on him and he smiled.

"I don't deserve you Ma'am"

"You are right in saying that pet, but I chose you because I think you have potential so don't fail me.  I am not kind to those who fail me Caleb"

"Yes, ma'am"

She leaned down and kissed him full on the lips and then set back down, "Will you share the bed with me tonight pet?"

"Of course ma'am"

                                                                 *-_-_-_-_-_-*

They didn't make love that night, but Caleb hadn't expected that at all.  He only expected sleeping, when he awoke the next day she wasn't there but she had left a note saying that she was working today.  He looked at the time, he had to be at Dr. Crane's office in an hour; he hurried through the shower and got dressed as conservatively as he could, he had brought an overnight back not as assumption but because he always liked being prepared.  He pulled out a button up shirt and tie; that was one of the funnier characteristics of his personality, while he enjoyed the leather and the rock attire that he wore around friends he enjoyed being dressed up at times too as he slipped into the outfit and checked his reflection in a mirror he was ok so he left his own note for Demeter as well then he remembered the collar, it's funny how easy it is to forget something like that, he ran his hands over the collar of the shirt feeling the strap under it; it was well hidden and yet he felt more comfortable with it.

He stepped out and put on his jacket climbing on the bike he sped off toward the offices of Dr. Airi Crane; her offices were located in Pleasant, he wanted badly to be able to get some help.  The building was like a spire being shot up to the sky, and yet it seemed small compared to the buildings and a church around it; the offices were called Ark, he didn't think it was a biblical reference but with this being in the Pleasantville he also didn't know what to expect.  As he walked through the doors though he was greeted by a sight he sure wasn't expecting; replicas of classic art.  He couldn't name them all even though he thinks there was a Van Gough in there somewhere the room was pleasantly lit and he found the secretary in a casual outfit, somehow he felt overdressed in a place like this yet under-dressed at the same time.

He filled out the paper work and sat back waiting; strangely he didn't have to wait long he was escorted back and set in a room full of books that were not what you would expect of a psychiatrist Norse myth, Celtic god studies, and an Egyptian book of the dead, on one shelf then you had the profile and studies books you'd suspect; he sat back and ran his eyes over the room which seem to hold not only modern psychologists mind but an old one; or at least a psychiatrist with a sense of humor.  She had a skull pen holder, a pick paperweight; she also had many old photographs that looked like they were the old psych cases many people called barbaric, he found it odd but the odd part was what happened next.

He turned just in time to see her walk in, she was dressed in a woman's business suit that was colored crimson, her hair was short and mousey brown, her eyes were a brilliant green she stood about four feet eleven inches and flat-chested she had the face of a cherub and yet the mischievous smile of a fae.  She was definitely of Celtic descent the way she walked reminded him of something that slipped his mind right this moment. He was surprised by her beauty, and yet she seemed unaware.  The way she held herself was that of a shy person, someone who had spent her life listening to people.  This made sense to Caleb given her occupation.
As she sat she looked over the chart she had been handed; looked at Caleb then back down at the paper then said "So Mr Brown what brings you here?"

"What do you mean?"

"People come here expecting me to simply hand them drugs to get better, my occupation is not such.  I will help through talking but I will not prescribe unless I feel you have a need for it" she said in an all business manner.  Caleb thought she might be pretty hard to get along with when she said, "I tell you what how about you start at the beginning since you can't give me a direct answer, I won't charge you for this appointment but from the next appointment on you know my fee"

"Yes, Yes I do Doctor"

As he started to tell her his story, he kept as close an eye on her as he could. He noticed that she shifted in her chair whenever he started to talk about his sexual nature but didn't stop him; the other doctor had so maybe he was right and she was good for him, as he wound down his story she looked at him and said

"Well given your history, I would think it wouldn't be that unusual to have these types of nighmares and even in the meditation, with it all being in the mind those can cross over.  I don't see why the other doctor told you you had dissociative identity disorder you said yourself you had no black outs or forgetfulness which would go along with those, and while I'm on the fence about the Oedipus thing, Freud was a misygonistic bastard so I don't normally listen to him.  I think you have more of a guilt ridden concise, I would suggest carrying this on and coming in for a weekly appointment going over all of this in more detail; I would also suggest that while you are under this 'training' contract with Ms Demeter you have a healthy about of alone time" she inhaled and looked at him, "any questions thus far"

"No you are actually sounding like a better doctor than the last one and I can understand it"

"I also want you to start keeping a sleep journal I want to know your hours of sleep and I want to know your true hours not just your made up ones to make me happy" she added with a serious  look to him

He nodded completely understanding, and strangely more comforted by the fact this psychiatrist cared.

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                  Chapter Twenty-Eight: Unexpected Prospect

Another few days passed without incident, Caleb didn't even see Demeter; he was already on the move again when he happened to run into Ophelia and Lucian; they didn't see him but he could see the collar around her neck, and no doubt the boy was in for a shock but Caleb stayed well out of the way of things with them.  He was specifically looking to advertise his need for models as a photographer.  He didn't know how far he could get but he knew the owner of Nightshade paid good money to cover fetish balls and what not and he had already put the advertisement up there, but he was looking to go to Roselynns now; unluckily that was where the just came from so his other reason for wanting to go there had been utterly blown out of the water.  He took a deep breath as he entered the store Roselynn was sitting there and look directly at him and said

"What the hell was that, Lucian with THAT bitch? What happened to you two being…"

"You already know"

"Well yeah but I want to hear it from your mouth I figured you'd tell me before she came prancing through here like the slut she is"

"Well, it hasn't exactly been the most calm of times for me.  Demeter's lucky she still gets to see me and I haven't pushed her away'

"I like her you best not push her away"

He smiled "Yes Ma'am"

Roselynn laughed at him and said "So what brings you out this way anyway?"

"I was hoping to put up a few fliers or strike a deal with you on shooting your wardrobe on real models"

She came around the table and looked him in the eye "Yes you may Caleb"

He smiled for some reason Roselynn always has to look someone in the eye when talking to them; out of all of his friends Roselynn was both the most honest and yet most secretive.  Caleb only met her a few years ago while on a shopping trip with Sage, just like she had a few minutes ago Roselynn encouraged him to keep Sage, even though she didn't know her she had a good feeling about her.  They had gotten into a fight when she learned that they were in fact not pet and master one day in a private conversation with Caleb but the only reason why was because she felt they both had good aura's about them.  Roselynn was a Native American girl and very spiritual to a fault; she didn't exactly pray to the great spirits of her tribe but she had a healthy respect for all things spiritual.

Caleb didn't exactly understand her all the way but knew that come down to it he would back her all the way in many things, he didn't know why maybe it was because she was cute.  Maybe it was just the fact that she was kind to him; though he had a feeling that there was more to it than that he couldn't escape the thought that they were meant to be friends for a reason.  He started putting up the posters and Roselynn came around and gave him a hug for no reason whatsoever except to give him a hug. In spite of himself he smile and turned around in her arms to give her a hug back.
After about an hour of talking with Roselynn and putting up posters Caleb left and wen back home it was this time that Demeter had called

"Come over, Caleb", she said in a voice that left no room for argument

"Ok.." he responded nervously.

He hopped on his bike and headed on his way to her house; he wondered what she wanted, or if this was the moment he had been waiting for; he floored the accelerator on his bike as he was sure she didn't want to wait that long for him; this was a trail he was familiar with by now but for some reason it seemed all new to him it was like his eyes were opened for the first time in a long time.  In some ways they were and he was very happy for that; though he did have a lot to learn he would rather have to learn it than be dense like he was with Ophelia that was a mistake he was never making again.

He walked in and noticed that she was relaxing on the couch with one of her legs propped up.  She wasn't just dressed in plain clothes though, no today she was wearing a leather corset with a matching dress, fishnet stalking and calf high leather boots, Caleb's jaw nearly dropped when he saw this and before he could say anything she said

"Knees, now"

He walked a few inches to where he was a few inches from the couch but a respectful a space apart from her, she got up and looked at him; her eyes looked like that of a predator and would of made anybody shiver if they looked directly at them.  She ran her fingers over the nape of his neck as she circled around him

"You do understand what entering into service with me dictates right? Even if you are being trained to be a master, I have all final say in what happens, who you pick and what you learn.  Also, if you displease me enough then you will be let go and I will no longer train you, or even consider you for a pet"

She let the last few words hang in the air, he wanted to ask what that would mean for them in general but he had a feeling that if he failed her that was it they were only friends and she would no longer consider him a prospect for anything more.  Demeter was just that way, she could say things without actually saying them all you had to do was listen to her voice or her

She pulled his hair "Your answer, Caleb?"

He let out a little moan his lips trembling almost "Yes, Ma'am"

"Yes, Ma'am what, Pet"

"I understand what you are telling me, that if I enter into this and fail you that I forfeit all right to be a master in your eyes, that you will no longer consider me, and that I have failed myself in failing you"

"Good boy, you learn fast"

"Thank you, Ma'am"

She stroked his hair for a long while then got up; Caleb didn't move, knew better than to move without her permission.  She got up and opened a case; inside the case were several long slender boxes, one said Trainee still others said Pet, Slave there was even Slut. Demeter was prepared for all possibilities but she surpassed all of them and brought out a mahogany case that has CALEB etched on it.  She sat back down and ran her fingers across it Caleb marveled at her and wondered how she kept up such a life.  He also looked at the box and wanted so much to see what was in it that he nearly asked her to open it.

"I Demeter Persephone Jones, mistress, and purveyor of joy to many pets, take you Caleb Brown under my wing with this motion of trust and this collar" she said as she opened the box to show a genuine handmade leather collar about twelve inches round, if this fit Caleb would be surprised because he didn't know how big his neck was and he would be surprised he didn't even know how big his neck was, how Demeter would know he honestly didn't know, but as she took it out and secured it to his neck it fit snugly and comfortably he smiled and bowed his head. He felt honored and yet unworthy at the same time; each worry came flooding in as he said a tearful thank you to her.
"Why are you crying pet?" she asked crossing her legs, the leather creaked as the boots moved with the legs; Caleb looked up and wiped the tears, looking over Demeter something dawned on him and he smiled.

"I don't deserve you Ma'am"

"You are right in saying that pet, but I chose you because I think you have potential so don't fail me.  I am not kind to those who fail me Caleb"

"Yes, ma'am"

She leaned down and kissed him full on the lips and then set back down, "Will you share the bed with me tonight pet?"

"Of course ma'am"

                                                                 *-_-_-_-_-_-*

They didn't make love that night, but Caleb hadn't expected that at all.  He only expected sleeping, when he awoke the next day she wasn't there but she had left a note saying that she was working today.  He looked at the time, he had to be at Dr. Crane's office in an hour; he hurried through the shower and got dressed as conservatively as he could, he had brought an overnight back not as assumption but because he always liked being prepared.  He pulled out a button up shirt and tie; that was one of the funnier characteristics of his personality, while he enjoyed the leather and the rock attire that he wore around friends he enjoyed being dressed up at times too as he slipped into the outfit and checked his reflection in a mirror he was ok so he left his own note for Demeter as well then he remembered the collar, it's funny how easy it is to forget something like that, he ran his hands over the collar of the shirt feeling the strap under it; it was well hidden and yet he felt more comfortable with it.

He stepped out and put on his jacket climbing on the bike he sped off toward the offices of Dr. Airi Crane; her offices were located in Pleasant, he wanted badly to be able to get some help.  The building was like a spire being shot up to the sky, and yet it seemed small compared to the buildings and a church around it; the offices were called Ark, he didn't think it was a biblical reference but with this being in the Pleasantville he also didn't know what to expect.  As he walked through the doors though he was greeted by a sight he sure wasn't expecting; replicas of classic art.  He couldn't name them all even though he thinks there was a Van Gough in there somewhere the room was pleasantly lit and he found the secretary in a casual outfit, somehow he felt overdressed in a place like this yet under-dressed at the same time.

He filled out the paper work and sat back waiting; strangely he didn't have to wait long he was escorted back and set in a room full of books that were not what you would expect of a psychiatrist Norse myth, Celtic god studies, and an Egyptian book of the dead, on one shelf then you had the profile and studies books you'd suspect; he sat back and ran his eyes over the room which seem to hold not only modern psychologists mind but an old one; or at least a psychiatrist with a sense of humor.  She had a skull pen holder, a pick paperweight; she also had many old photographs that looked like they were the old psych cases many people called barbaric, he found it odd but the odd part was what happened next.

He turned just in time to see her walk in, she was dressed in a woman's business suit that was colored crimson, her hair was short and mousey brown, her eyes were a brilliant green she stood about four feet eleven inches and flat-chested she had the face of a cherub and yet the mischievous smile of a fae.  She was definitely of Celtic descent the way she walked reminded him of something that slipped his mind right this moment. He was surprised by her beauty, and yet she seemed unaware.  The way she held herself was that of a shy person, someone who had spent her life listening to people.  This made sense to Caleb given her occupation.
As she sat she looked over the chart she had been handed; looked at Caleb then back down at the paper then said "So Mr Brown what brings you here?"

"What do you mean?"

"People come here expecting me to simply hand them drugs to get better, my occupation is not such.  I will help through talking but I will not prescribe unless I feel you have a need for it" she said in an all business manner.  Caleb thought she might be pretty hard to get along with when she said, "I tell you what how about you start at the beginning since you can't give me a direct answer, I won't charge you for this appointment but from the next appointment on you know my fee"

"Yes, Yes I do Doctor"

As he started to tell her his story, he kept as close an eye on her as he could. He noticed that she shifted in her chair whenever he started to talk about his sexual nature but didn't stop him; the other doctor had so maybe he was right and she was good for him, as he wound down his story she looked at him and said

"Well given your history, I would think it wouldn't be that unusual to have these types of nighmares and even in the meditation, with it all being in the mind those can cross over.  I don't see why the other doctor told you you had dissociative identity disorder you said yourself you had no black outs or forgetfulness which would go along with those, and while I'm on the fence about the Oedipus thing, Freud was a misygonistic bastard so I don't normally listen to him.  I think you have more of a guilt ridden concise, I would suggest carrying this on and coming in for a weekly appointment going over all of this in more detail; I would also suggest that while you are under this 'training' contract with Ms Demeter you have a healthy about of alone time" she inhaled and looked at him, "any questions thus far"

"No you are actually sounding like a better doctor than the last one and I can understand it"

"I also want you to start keeping a sleep journal I want to know your hours of sleep and I want to know your true hours not just your made up ones to make me happy" she added with a serious  look to him

He nodded completely understanding, and strangely more comforted by the fact this psychiatrist cared.