AN: Plot development, thank you for all your reviews.


'Fuck.' Santana groaned as she felt Charlie's lips wrap tightly around her dick, it was another one of her wonderful blowjobs. She really couldn't get enough of them. Santana lets out a low hiss, and grunts as she runs a hand through Charlie's hair. It had gotten longer in the weeks, and she wasn't opposed to it. But they were going to need to give her a haircut soon. It was getting a bit unmanageable. She makes a mental note to do so and tries to push the fact that she is supposed to be working out of her mind. This wasn't her fault, she'd like to see any of the other fucker's work from home with a cute little pleasure pet whose mouth alone was worth what they had paid for her.

Brittany had made her swear that she wouldn't tire Charlie out, but that was unlikely. Charlie was built to take a punishment, she was built to fuck for days. She seemed to have an endless supply of energy sometimes and it drove her mad. But she had sworn to not fuck her, because Brittany wanted to play in the playroom today and start bringing in new toys into their routine. They had put it off because there had been no point, Charlie had satisfied them. But they had gotten her all those toys, and they really did need to play with her.

"Dammit," Santana said, she still couldn't hold back just yet, not with all that enthusiastic sucking coming from Charlie. Her pet had been swallowing her whole, and Santana couldn't help but feel the orgasm building up quickly. She hits her crescendo in seconds and she grips Charlie's hair tighter and pushes her hips forward, she feels the resistance but she really doesn't care as she cums down Charlie's throat.

Charlie swallows it all and slowly pulls herself off Santana and licks her lips, before leaning forward and kissing the tip, ready to go again when she feels her mistress push her head back and she looks up at her. "Mistress?" she asks wondering if she's done something wrong.

Santana winces still a bit sensitive, "Charlie—don't you have chores that you need to get done?" she says trying to be stern. Brittany had been spoiling her far too much and while she hadn't used the shock collar in days, Charlie was being a little shit. She seemed to know exactly what to say to get her hard again and she was sure she had fallen into her little traps and fucked her when she wanted to be fucked. Even when she really had no intention of fucking her. Santana watched as Charlie opened her mouth, "The next words out of your mouth better be yes Mistress Santana or I swear," she says huffing.

Charlie puffs out her cheeks and nods, "Yes Mistress Santana," she said pulling away from Santana and grumbling a bit. If she did a good job she got to cuddle with her mistresses and that usually meant wearing them out. She wanted to spend the day cuddled with Mistress Santana until Mistress Brittany came home and then she could cuddle with them both. She liked doing that it was her favorite thing to do. She'd even grown used to Brittany's petting.

Santana eyed her pet suspiciously, "No seducing me! I need to get these reports done Charlie! You'll be in trouble if I have to bend you over this desk and fuck you," Santana said testily, and she's rewarded with a bright smile from her pet and she groans. She's going soft and she reaches up and messes up Charlie's hair which causes her smile to brighten a bit. She watches as Charlie moves and starts tidying up for a moment before she sighs and turns back to her laptop and begins to work on the reports that she needs to get done.

Charlie hummed to herself as she began to clean up, picking things up and moving it so she could run the vacuum through the room easily. She still had dishes to do and laundry, before she could curl up in her bed and sleep until Mistress Brittany got back. Unless Mistress Santana wanted to play with her again. She smiled to herself. She got punished when she did something wrong or bad, but she was really trying and Mistress Brittany liked sneaking her food and giving her cuddles all the time. She goes about her business and finds the vacuum in the closet and plugs it in and turns it on.

Santana frowns at the noise as she looks up from her report and groans and immediately gets up, "Charlie will you turn that off. I'm working in here and you're being too loud!" She says poking her head out the door and looking at Charlie who frowns a bit but does what she asks. Santana groans when Charlie pouts at her. "Charlie I really need to get this report done, and I could really use some quiet. I know you have chores to do, but why don't you come cuddle with me and help me out?" Santana pauses for a long moment. Before she realizes that Charlie might take it as a sex thing. "I'm not talking about helping me out sexually Charlie, but help me with my work so I can get done faster."

"I'd like that very much Mistress Santana," Charlie said abandoning the vacuum and heading back into Mistress Santana's office, where she curls up around Santana's feet and rests her head on Santana's lap. She smiles pleased when Mistress Santana pats her head absentmindedly and she relaxes. If she was super helpful then she could play some more with Mistress Santana and maybe she'd let her cuddle on the bed or couch with her. She was stricter about that sort of thing than Mistress Brittany who let her get on the couch whenever she wanted. In fact Mistress Brittany preferred that she was on the couch.

Santana frowned as her highlighter died and she tossed it in the trash and looked down at Charlie for a moment. "Can you get me some more highlighters?" she asks and watches with a smile as Charlie moves to go get them for her. She's her little helper and she comes back with a pack of highlighters from where she keeps them in the supply closet and Santana pats her head and messes up her hair when she returns.

"Here you go Mistress," Charlie says handing them to her and she gets rewarded with Santana patting her head.

"Good girl, now I'm going to need you to fetch me one of the folders that I've got laid out on the bookshelf over there—" Santana said glancing at her laptop. "The one that I labeled Civil Rules of Procedure," Santana said motioning towards the bookshelf. She turns back to her work not noticing Charlie stiffen at the request.

Charlie bites her lip and moves over to the bookshelf and studies the various folders that Santana has on the bookshelf. There are a lot of them and she can't be sure which one it is, they're all blue folders and she hesitates for a moment.

Santana flicks her eyes towards Charlie for a moment, "What's the hold up?" she demands frowning at Charlie. "It's the Civil Rules of Procedure." She repeats the instructions again.

Charlie eyes the folders again and tries to figure it out but she grabs the one that looks like it's been used recently and hands it to Santana who takes it from her without looking at it. She bites her lip and eyes the folder.

Santana flicks her gaze to Charlie for a moment and then looks at the folder and frowns slightly. It's not the folder she asked for. This one is labeled Federal jurisdiction and she eyes Charlie. "I don't have time to play with you Charlie. Get me the right folder."

Charlie takes it back for a moment and places it back down but she really doesn't know which folder it is and she grimaces and looks at Santana who has now stopped what she was doing and Charlie grabs the next folder and brings it to Santana hoping its right.

Santana frowned and reached for the shock collar remote, "Charlie I said we can't play," Santana said firmly and pushed the button. Shaking her head as she watches Charlie fall to her knees. "No more messing around Charlie." Santana says firmly.

Charlie panics and immediately heads back and grabs one blindly, she did something bad and she doesn't know how to fix it. But it's never mattered before that all she saw when they wrote things down was squiggly lines. She hands it to Mistress Santana for a moment and closes her eyes hoping its right. She wasn't trying to play with her mistress she just wanted to help and cuddle.

Santana stared at the folder in Charlie's hands, it was once again the wrong folder and she frowns at Charlie for a long moment still fiddling with the shock collar remote. She had never directly misbehaved after getting shocked. She always corrected the behavior and right now she looked panicked and Santana frowned and eyed the document closely and then flicked her eyes to Charlie for a moment and then back at the document. "Charlie—what does it say on that folder? Santana asks.

Charlie frowns and looks at the word on the folder and then at Santana, "It's wrong—I'm sorry Mistress I just—"

"What does it say on the folder Charlie?" Santana repeats cutting Charlie off.

Charlie is quiet for a long moment and studies the folders for a moment, "I don't know," she whispers quietly.

"What do you mean you don't know? I thought you could read!" Santana said getting up ignoring the fact that Charlie shrank back.

"I know my numbers—but Master Jesse said pleasure pets don't need to learn that stuff. So we never learned. I know what things are—I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't mean—"

"The fuck you mean you can't read?" Santana asks her annoyance bubbling, not noticing that Charlie flinches away from her as her voice raises. "Do you have any idea how much we paid for you and you mean to tell me that you can't read? It says so that you can do anything that we need you to do to bring us pleasure! What if I want you to read to me? Not that you'd know of course that little fucking smug ass shit!" Santana rages getting up and pacing. She flicks her eyes at Charlie who had let out a small whimper and she can't deal with this right now. She needs to find Jesse and rip him a new one. "Go to your bed and stay there till I call for you, I can't deal with this shit right now."

Charlie immediately took off and did exactly what Santana asked, she needed to be good. They were going to give her back to Master Jesse. She shivered, she had tried really hard and she was doing everything right and she really liked both her mistresses—and she didn't know that they wanted that. She didn't want to be given back. She wiped her eyes, she would try and do better but she didn't know what better was. She really didn't maybe she could teach herself to read and then they'd be happy and keep her around.


Brittany sighed, "I don't quite see what the big deal is Santana. It's not like either of us knew that she couldn't read. She's functional she can get things that she recognizes, we've had her for three weeks and if you hadn't been specific we probably never would have found out."

"Of course it's a big deal Brittany, what sort of shitty service is he running. He said that she could do anything that we wanted. It was in the bloody contract. She can't read, how the hell is she supposed to help me? Or get things right if she can't read? You know what he said to me when I called to rip him out?" Santana said angrily not caring that her voice was raised. "Because you don't want her getting ideas and thinking she's above her station. She's a pleasure slave, she doesn't have any need to read or write." Santana mimicked him.

Brittany snorted at Santana's impression. "Well what do you want to do about it Santana? She's our pet and if you ask him to give us our money back won't he take her away from us?"

Santana scoffed at the idea. Charlie was their pet, she wasn't going to let some smarmy asshole take her back and ruin her. "I don't know what I want to do about it, but something needs to happen. He can't give us a pet with a defect and expect us to be happy."

Brittany frowned Charlie didn't have a defect she just couldn't read or write. "Santana, she can still do what she normally did before. It's no big deal, she's our pet." Brittany frowned a bit, "Did you really have to shock her though?"

"I didn't know that she couldn't read! She's been functioning, she pick out food just fine, when you're cooking. You ask her for sugar, or cinnamon and she gets it. I didn't even think for a moment that she couldn't read until after I punished her. I thought she just wanted to play." Santana said defensively.

Brittany sighed, Santana felt guilty it was one thing to punish Charlie for a behavior that she could change it was another thing to punish her for something she couldn't help and she had been trying really hard to keep them happy and content. She moves and wraps her arms around. "It's what it is Santana there's nothing you can do to change it now. I know you wouldn't have done it if you had known." Brittany said nuzzling her. She kisses Santana gently. The kiss quickly turns into something more and she feels Santana shift her so she's on her desk and she laughs. "Horny much?"

Santana smirked, "You know how I get when I get annoyed," She says grunting back as she grinds herself against Brittany's hip, she just needs a bit of release to be able to think this through.

Charlie bit her lip, she knew that Mistress Santana had told her to wait until she was called, but she hadn't done her chores yet, and she just wanted to make sure she did them so they knew that she really wanted to be good for them. She couldn't help but overhear things. They were going to send her back—she was going to be sent back to Master Jesse. She wiped away some of her tears, they were angry with her and she was broken and defective and they were going to send her back. She glanced at the laundry basket that she had in her hands and immediately moved to put it back where she found it. She needed to learn how to read so they wouldn't send her back.

She puts the laundry back and tries to block out the sound of her mistresses having sex as she tries to figure out what to do next as she glances at the magazines that Mistress Brittany has stacked near the bed and she reaches for one. It's against the rules to steal but this is an emergency and she would put it back once she was done. She grabs the magazine and moves to her bed and finds a place to hide it and curls back up and waits for her mistresses. Maybe she has a bit of time before they send her back.


AN: Stuff happens next chapter, if you like this please review.