"I want a clone of Sarah McMillian," said Jon. "Make her a catgirl version of herself, with a long, fluffy Persian style tail and kitty ears on the top of her head. Give her a submissive personality and a taste for nudity as well as skimpy, tight fitting clothing. She would view herself as my pet, eagerly serving as both a loyal servant and loving sex slave. She will guard her position as my pet jealously and protect it from any girl who would want to take her position as my pet. She would not mind me having regular girlfriends or other female friends, only trying to protect her position as pet. Let her be able to do things that interest her whenever she is not serving me in some capacity, as well as being able to have her own friends, so long as either action doesn't detract from her ability to serve me or keep her from performing her duties. Finally, she would feel the same way about Sarah, the girl she is cloned after, as Karyn and I do, as a royal bitch who is a threat to her beloved master and his best friend, but would not take overt action unless Sarah did as well.."
Jon thought that he had covered all of his bases. As the cloning machine made the clone of Sarah, he wished up some clothes that would be approprate for the type of clone he had made, as well as a kitty bed for her to sleep in and a collar for her to wear. After that, Jon watched as the clone developed in the cloning cylinder, growing into a fetus, infant, girl and finally teenager. Once finished, the water drained from the cylinder and his sex slave came out. Even wet and bedraggled, she looked gorgeous. She cuddled up against her new master. Jon could feel her shivering with cold from being wet. Jon got her a towel to dry herself off. "Thank you Master," she said. Jon offered her clothes, but she declined. "I'd like to be naked for a while, Master. I'd like to get to know my new Master. Intimately, if you know what I meen." One of her hands began rubbing Jon's crotch. Jon knew exactly what she ment.
