Establishing Religion

Within less than a couple of hours, Charlotte is at your doorstep once again, having packed up seemingly everything she owns into just a few boxes. As you open the door for her, she throws herself onto you once more, kissing you over and over again. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" She says, barely breathing between words until she lets go of you and waits for permission to enter your house. You step aside, and she begins lugging in box after box into the living room, and you look in confusion at her.

"How much did you even pack?" You ask her, looking worried as she continues carrying in belongings. She turns on a dime to face you, a smile plastered onto her face as she stares straight into your eyes. "Well, I knew how disrespectful it would be for me to use your own supplies without asking, so I brought everything with me that I could! The only things left in that old useless place is the stuff I couldn't carry by myself!" She answers, and you immediately move in front of her, preventing her from carrying in another box.

"I...uh, I thank you for your...dedication to my household, but did you not think where I would even store these tools of yours?" You ask, and her eyes seem to glisten in recognition. "Was she always this clueless?" You think to yourself, and she bows her head towards you. "I-I'm so sorry Ethan! I should've thought about that!" She says apologetically before haphazardly chucking boxes back out the door, some of them spilling their contents upon contact with the ground and you see various knives, bowls, cups, boards...generally, just stuff that is much better than what you have at your home being nearly broken by this recklessness from Charlotte.

You grab her shoulder, stopping her from throwing more of her stuff onto your lawn. "I-I think I misspoke, Charlotte. I had assumed I had better quality tools than you, but i-if you want to use your own tools and throw out my old ones, f-feel free..." You say, and her eyes brighten up once more as she obediently races out to the lawn, picking up everything she had thrown and bringing it back inside. Like a blur, you watch your cooking utensils being trashed and replaced by her much pricier, much better quality tools.

That only accounts for about a quarter of her boxes, however, and you look in confusion at the rest of them. Catching your perplexed gaze, she looks over at the pile of unopened boxes. "Oh, most of those are just my clothes, Ethan...although, I guess I really should only be keeping the ones you approve of..." She trails off, and begins moving those boxes up the stairs at a record pace. "Is she just insanely strong or am I ridiculously weak?" You question yourself once more, and when she returns, all that remains is a single box with a clear marking on it: Charlotte's Webs (and other necessities).

Looking towards your admirer, she giggles and opens it up right in front of you, and what you see immediately makes you raise your eyebrows in alarm. Within the box you see cuffs, straps, gags, some type of rope, tape, hoods, blindfolds, collars, chokers, harnesses...and you look back up to Charlotte who seems to be lost in some sort of euphoria. "I...couldn't quite just leave these behind. I had a lot of fun with them before, and I feel like you can put them to much, much better use than I ever could~." She says, and you do a double take. "Did...were you a dominatrix or something?" You ask, and she lets out a giggle. "No, silly~! I just knew some people who were really, really into the submissive role...~" she explains, "But now that you're my new master, I think I'm going to be the one who becomes really into the submissive role around here." She says with a giggle that almost leaves you breathless. You stare down at the box's contents for a few moments with thoughts racing about Charlotte in this gear.

Shaking you out of your daydreaming stupor, Charlotte gives you a warm smile as you notice she has put on an old apron you had in the house. Your mind immediately connects the dots that it belonged to one of your father's old flings, a very motherly black-haired woman who was one of the few to ever truly treat you like their own child, and you see just how much better it looks on Charlotte than it does on her. It truly emphasizes her chest in a way most only dream about, and she takes notice of this stare. "You know, I'd guess that you're pretty hungry by now...why don't I whip you up something for..." Charlotte stops to look at the time, having seemed to have lost track of it herself. You turn to the clock as well, and see it reading out something around the ballpark of 11:40 AM...you think. "Fucking analog...really wish I could just replace it with a digital clock." You think to yourself as Charlotte looks back to face you again. "I'll make you lunch, and you could head out for the time being. Just go out of the house, I'll be sure to text you when it is time to come back home!" She says, and you look somewhat confused and distrusting at her. Sure she may be completely and utterly in love with you and absolutely devoted to your very existence...but to leave her unattended in your house? It feels like a trap...and one you are definitely going to fall for, as you waste no time in getting properly dressed and walking out the door.

Waving goodbye to Charlotte, you close the front door- "Shit do I got keys?" you instinctively check your pockets, and yes you have your keys- "Shit, do I got my wallet?" You instinctively check your pockets, and yes you have your wallet- "Shit, do I got my cell phone?" You instinctively check your pockets, and yes, you have your cell phone. Having done all your checks, you walk towards the car...and immediately realize you have not a goddamn clue where to even go.