Happy Saturday everyone!

I hope that you are all doing well. I'm posting this a few hours earlier than Sunday, because my life is going to be crazy tomorrow. Please know that reviews are appreciated! :) Also PLEASE, PLEASE, PELASE READ the notes before to remind yourselves about the key parts of this story.

Now we move into the standard section. If you know this well, then please move on to the warnings and need to know sections below!

~ THIS STORY IS NOT SEXUAL AGE PLAY! The girls are NOT little girls. They are NOT little girls. You can act young without being a little one. I work with twenty seven year old women who have three year old tantrums, on a regular daily basis, because they didn't get their way. They whine and complain and literally throw a tantrum. The girls in this story DO NOT go into a different mind set, they just act like younger girls and in this case, it's only when they need comfort. So let's go with the statement that sex or sexual games will not be used for comfort. I know this isn't making sense, but I don't know how to phrase it any other way.

~ NONE of the girls will have sex with Will or Shelby. The training they have, may result in them having orgasm, but they are NOT HAVING SEX with their Master or Mistress, BECAUSE they call them Mama and Daddy at times. Again, NO SEX between, the pets and the Master/Mistress. Any sex the pets have will be with each other or other members of the circle. Any sex Will and Shelby have, for this story, will be with each other. For this story, Sex is defined as Consensual meeting of genitalia between two people.

~ THIS STORY IS A/U. Rachel is NOT Shelby's daughter. Again, Rachel is NOT Shelby's child. I WILL put this up in the warnings when the two of them start interacting more. She WILL eventually call her Mama, as the other girls do now, but it's a term of endearment/safety, NOT BECAUSE it's her true mother. Rachel is NOT Shelby's biological child.

~ The four girls did NOT go to school together. Quinn, Brittany, and Santana came to know each other and form a tight trio approximately a year ago. Rachel will be added to their little trio as the story goes on.

~ For this story, sexual orientation doesn't matter. Sex is just sex, the story is more about the lifestyle and the relations between the Masters/Mistresses and their pets, and not at all about who they're having sex with.

Need to Know:

~ This story started on a Thursday Evening. It is currently Saturday evening - one week and two days later.

~ Flashbacks are in Italics

~ There is a DREAM SEQUENCE! It is NOT italicized and if I wrote this out the way I saw it in my mind, this will make NO SENSE. When you get to the part where all you can say is WTF, you're in the dream sequence. It's all Rachel's dream and it's rather long!

~ Again Quinn, Brittany and Santana DO NOT PARTICIPATE in Age Play. They simply regress to younger states of mind and they are not aware of it. They still feel as though they are 19!

Warnings:

~ FLASHBACKS IN THIS CHAPTER MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE. READ CAREFULLY!

~ Rachel is starting to get comfortable and also starting to panic a lot more. She's going to flip flop from calm to hysterical in a moment's notice.

~ Rachel has been conditioned for bell tones. All bell tones. This has not and will not change for quite a few chapters.

~ Rachel has a stutter, it comes and goes and is triggered by stress.

Again, if you have any questions at all, please PM me so I can explain anything you don't understand. I hope you all read and enjoy.

Thanks for reading the story I want to tell.

Be well friends

Shelby sat at the vanity in the master bathroom and made sure her make up was perfect. She loved when she and Will had date nights. It reminded them, that they were still as hot for each other now as they were when they started dating in high school, so many years ago. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and tried very hard not to remember that she was forty years old. She didn't feel forty and she didn't look forty, it was just sometimes difficult for her to know that she was a Miss and not a Mama at forty years old, even though her girls, all four of them, called her Mama. She always had a nagging thought in the back of her mind that she'd let her husband down, by not birthing a child, his child.

"Mama!" Quinn called out, walking down the hallway trying to find Shelby. She didn't know what room she'd gone into and Quinn felt the need to talk.

"I'm in here baby!" Shelby called and very soon, Quinn found her way into the bathroom. Shelby smiled, pulled Quinn down to sit on her lap and pet the side of her face. "What are you up to beautiful?" she asked.

Quinn smiled and reached over, picking up the lipstick that was lined up on the counter top, but hadn't been applied yet. She held it up questioningly and Shelby simply nodded.

"Are you leaving for a long time?" she asked very gently painting the lipstick on to Shelby's lips.

"We'll be gone for a few hours," Shelby told her kindly and Quinn nodded, set down the lipstick and wrapped her arms around Shelby's neck, leaning in for a cuddle. "What's wrong baby?" Shelby asked with concern.

"Bree's head hurts, Sanny's gonna cry, because she needs to be with you, or wants to be with you, or something like that, and Rachel isn't here yet, and she really wants to be, and I still don't know how I feel about that," she said honestly her voice fighting to get the words out without crying just yet.

"Oh my sweet girl," Shelby sighed. "You know what my love? First off, tonight Daddy and I will be gone for only a little while and someone is going to be here with you, so that you three girls get all the cuddles and love and affection that you need. Secondly, it's okay that you don't know how you feel about everything going on. It's a lot to process," she told her kindly. Shelby simply held her girl and rubbed her back and hummed softly. "You are a very treasured young lady my sweet Quinn," Shelby told her.

"I love you too Mama," Quinn smiled, but she didn't budge. She needed her parent day or weekend, but she wasn't about to admit it and Shelby was feeling guilty that she couldn't give her what she needed in that moment. Will was right though and she knew it. She didn't want to admit it, but she had to. She needed a few hours away from the girls, to be Mrs. Shelby Schuester, so that she could recharge her batteries and give her best effort to her girls.

"Here, let me see your beautiful face," Shelby smiled and when Quinn looked at her, she gave her a kiss. It was soft and sweet and very motherly and Quinn looked ready to cry. "Talk to me sweetheart, let me help you," Shelby tried, knowing full well that Quinn may not be ready to say what was on her mind.

"I can't love her so fast, I just can't, and I don't want to let you down," she whimpered, trying to keep her tears at bay and failing.

"Oh sweetheart," Shelby sighed and she gathered her close and rocked her gently, trying to reassure her. "Listen to me baby girl. You never ever have to love someone if you aren't ready for it. Did you love Sanny and Bree right away?" she asked her kindly and Quinn laughed.

"We gave each other black eyes the first day we met," she said.

"Alright, well now I have two of you and the third one is coming. I don't have much space for everyone, so you'll just have to make do. Set your beds up how you like, but make sure there is a clear path to them, so that I can get access to you when I need to, or when I simply want to. You are both my pets now, and I will not be denied what is rightfully mine," she said simply and with that she left the room and there was a definite click heard from door lock.

"Did she just lock us in here?" Santana asked.

"Probably, she does that from time to time," Quinn sighed. "Do you want help unpacking?"

"No, and you don't get to touch anything that is mine. Everything you have stays over there and everything I have stays over here, got it?" Santana asked angrily. She was going to establish dominance immediately, however, Quinn wasn't having any of that.

"I will do what I damn well please, when it comes to my room!" she said.

"It's not your room," Santana said turning around and glaring at her, hoping to intimidate her, but it didn't work and she was surprisingly slapped across the face.

"Yes it is!" Quinn said quickly and in return had a fist collide with her right eye, and she immediately threw the same punch, injuring Santana in the same manner. All their commotion brought Kate back to the room. They never heard the door click, but both were very rapidly, pushed down onto the bed, cuffed into place by the bed posts and given ten lashes with the belt.

Santana couldn't catch her breath fast enough, but Quinn was having even more difficulty. Being asthmatic was not easy when it came to being a pet and because she'd been caught by surprise, her lungs constricted. She tried to force herself to calm down and it wasn't until Santana heard the gasping that she realized Quinn was actually in severe danger and it wasn't because of the black eye.

"You're going to kill her! She needs an inhaler!" Santana yelled.

Kate rolled her eyes, gave them each three more smacks, un-cuffed them and through them into the adjoining bathroom. "The two of you are going to be in here and I will not hear one word out of either of you! I'll be back in four minutes. Get yourself under control!" she growled at Quinn and left them, locking the door, trapping them in the bathroom while she went to do something else.

Santana went digging through the drawers quickly, with Quinn's assistant, her lungs still struggling to fill and release. "Fuck," Santana hissed and she finally found the inhaler and with shaking hand pushed it into Quinn's mouth. Then she waited and began babbling softly about how she didn't ask for a life like this. This seemed much too harsh, however, they had given each other black eye. So she sat down next to Quinn, and offered her a hand, palm up. Taking it would be Quinn's choice. It didn't take long. Quinn took it and four minutes later, Kate returned to see Quinn on her inhaler and she and Santana had their hands laced together. Instead of praising them on pulling themselves together she growled.

"The only person allowed to do any hitting in this place is me!" she roared and then she smacked both of them across the face. "I am the only one who gets a say in who gets hit and who will be getting any sort of pleasure or relief and just to be sure that there are no ideas that I'm playing favorites, the two of you now cost the third girl a belting as well!" she said.

Shelby kept her close and rubbed her back. "You love them both now, and maybe in time you can like Rachel. You don't have to love her. I will never force that upon you," Shelby said.

"Mama she deserves love," Quinn said sadly.

"Everyone deserves love my sweet Quinnie," Shelby smiled.

"But I can't do it right away, please don't make me Mama, I can't," Quinn cried.

"Oh, we need to work on our listening skills tomorrow. All four of you," she said kindly and she kept Quinn close. "Shhh, calm down sweetheart, you're fine, I'm not mad, and no one is going to force you to love anyone if you're not ready to. It's going to be a new situation for all of us and it's okay to not be perfect," Shelby assured her. "Come, we'll go downstairs and the three of you can help Mama write rules on the board for tonight," Shelby said kindly. "Thank you for painting my lips, little one, they look beautiful," Shelby said helping Quinn to her feet, taking her by the wrist, in that gentle possessive manner, and guiding her downstairs. It brought some comfort, which was all she cared about. Her girls deserved every ounce of love and comfort she and Will could manage to give them.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Santana stood up and began to ask her questions. "Mama! Where are you going and why can't we go with you?" Santana asked tearfully, which was something Shelby had been expecting. She was surprised it wasn't more dramatic.

"Mama and Daddy are having a date night my love, and your company will be here very shortly. Where's Daddy?" she asked her kindly.

"He went into the kitchen," Santana pouted and she moved over to Shelby and held tight to her.

"Sanny baby. You were not bad. You haven't displeased me or Daddy in any way. Sometimes, and you will learn this over time, married people need date nights, that's all it is my darling. We will be back in a few hours. We have our phones with us and your company will be here very shortly, so we're not just up and leaving you," Shelby assured her, rubbing her back and petting her hair. "And starting tomorrow, it's Parent day, it's probably going to be parent week. Rachel comes to join us tomorrow and I think you all need to be reminded of how loved you are, and Rachel needs to see that real love, in a dominant/submissive relationship does exist," Shelby explained. She paused a moment and looked over toward Brittany. "Bree sweetheart, how is your head baby?" Shelby asked the lounging blonde on the couch.

"Eh," Brittany answered.

"Very convincing," Shelby smiled. "Come, Mama and her girls are going to write rules for tonight on the board in the kitchen and your company is going to be informed of these rules as well. Everyone will follow these rules or when Daddy and I come home, we will be dishing out punishments," Shelby said calmly.

The three girls went into the kitchen with Shelby and she picked up three dry erase markers, handing the green one to Quinn, the blue to Brittany, and the red to Santana. Shelby picked up a black marker and wrote at the very top, Rules for Tonight. "Bree, rule number one, Dinner will be finished, completely or you will not leave the table," she said kindly. Brittany very carefully wrote EAT DINNER, Stay at table until it's finished. "Very good my love. Sanny baby, rule number two, showers and pajamas at 9:30pm, no later," Shelby said and with a huge pout on her face, she wrote it down and immediately scurried over to Shelby holding on tightly. She didn't want her Mama to leave her. Shelby kept her close and rubbed her back, trying to give her as much comfort as she could. "Lovely my darling. Quinnie, rule three. one snack after you're all ready for bed," she told her. Quinn walked over to the board and thought on how to word that the best. Night time snack after we're ready for bed. "I'm very proud of all of you my darling girls," she told them and she hugged each of them as tightly as she could. "I love you all so much my darlings," she said and at which point Will walked into the room.

"Quinnie baby, add to your rule. Snacks in bowls in fridge. You may add whipped cream," he said kindly and she nodded, wrote it down and then moved to him, needing to be cuddled. Will and Shelby recognized that their girls needed a parent day, several of them, but they needed their own date night before they could help their girls.

"Daddy? Who's our company tonight?" Brittany asked.

"Mister Tom and Miss Hannah," he said kindly.

"Why not Grandma?" Santana asked in a panic. This was a repeat from before. A Mistress had dropped them off and left them and a new master and mistress took them in. "Mama please!" she pleaded.

"Alright, come with me little one," Shelby said and she guided Santana into the bathroom in the hallway. If she was going to freak out and possibly throw up, then at least the bathroom was an easy clean up room. "Sanny, look at Mama, it's okay," she assured her.

"You can't leave Mama, please," she begged.

"Sanny, date night between Mama and Daddy, doesn't happen in this house. Even before you girls came to live here. Date night happens outside of this house and when date night is over, Mama and Daddy come back to this house. That has been the process for nearly twenty years," she explained to her.

"I'll be good Mama, I'm sorry," she pleaded.

"Sweetheart, I'm not mad my darling. You are a very good girl baby, I am so very proud of you," she said.

"You can't leave Mama, why isn't Grandma coming?" she cried.

"Shhh, calm down sweetheart, look at Mama, breathe baby. Grandma Rose is at a Book Club Meeting tonight, and Grandma Karen and Grandpa Frank are out visiting someone else," Shelby said trying to keep herself calm. Her parents were visiting one of her brothers and she didn't really want to be reminded of that. "Mister Tom and Miss Hannah are just coming to keep you company, that's all my sweet girl. As soon as our date night is done, we're going to come home and cuddle our three beautiful girls in the big bed together," Shelby told her gently as she stroked the side of her face, trying to reassure her.

"Mama, please don't leave us," Santana pleaded, tears cascading down her cheeks. She couldn't learn to love a new family all over again. She couldn't be moved again.

"I'm not leaving permanently sweetheart, it's just for a little while and your sisters are still here. Nanny and Pop-Pop are going to be here too," she said trying to gage Santana's age level and when she didn't put up a fight about how she didn't want to use "baby names" for the elderly couple of the circle, she knew it was bad. Tom and Hannah had been married for forty seven years and managed to find their way into Bruce's circle. They had gotten married at twenty and now they were sixty seven, and still very much in love. When they joined the circle it was just to experiment and spice up their love life. To the babies of the circle they were referred to as Nanny and Pop-Pop. When Santana did not put up a fight about using "baby" terms for a respected couple of the community Shelby knew that Santana was in a very bad frame of mind. Parent time was now essential and Shelby didn't care how long they needed it for.

"None of you are any good to me. You don't do what I say, when I say it and you don't even try to follow orders. You're all so stubborn and stupid that it's no wonder I can't control the three of you, so in order to make everyone happy, you'll be heading out to see a colleague of mine. I don't know what he's going to do to you or with you. I can't imagine he'll have any more luck with you than I did," Kate babbled as she walked up and down the hallway while the girls packed up their things. They only had a few minutes to do so. The orders came through that they were to get out and Kate was going to make sure that happened as fast as possible. "None of you are good for anything. Sex isn't something you seem to be interested in, which is strange for nineteen year old girls, so I imagine you're all broken. You don't follow orders unless I repeat myself multiple times, and anything you do right, which isn't much, is quickly changed when you all get together. I can't keep you separated because my house is not big enough. None of you can work your jobs and please me at the same time and you don't make enough money to pay for my house, so out you get. You can be someone else's problem."

As she berated the girls and put them down, she wandered up and down the hallway. She never truly watched them though and so the girls managed to sneak whatever money they had managed to squirrel away from her into their bras and panties. Three days ago, Santana had taken their small savings into her diner and exchanged for large bills. A flat one hundred dollar bill in a pair of panties would never be heard or noticed. They'd formed a plan. They were going to be dropped off at this new person's house and then they were going to run away to a bus stop and just keep going. It was the three of them from now on. No more being pets, no more pleasing someone else who didn't care about pleasing them, they were on their own now. They'd laid awake the night before, conjuring up the plan of how they were going to leave. They'd been with Kate for three months now and with all the bruises and mental abuse they suffered, they were done with this life style and it was time to run away, set down roots somewhere else and live out the rest of their lives.

"No one wants you. You know that don't you?" she asked, but it wasn't a question, they were made to answer and if they didn't answer quick enough they'd be punished.

"Yes Ma'am," they all said quickly.

"Why does no one want you Samantha?" Kate asked. She didn't like the name Santana so she changed it which she did on purpose. Watching Santana get all worked up turned her on and when Santana would fight, she'd be punished, which only turned Kate on more. It got boring when she didn't fight back.

"Because we don't do as we're told and we haven't amounted to anything in our lives," she said automatically. It had been drilled into her for months and Quinn's heart broke, because now when Santana said it, it seemed like she meant it and it just wasn't true. They'd all been beaten down so much that now it was truly started to affect every aspect of their lives. Brittany was a lot more jumpy now and whenever she would jump around Kate, Kate would smack her.

"Alright, you've had enough time, everyone in the car. NOW!" she barked and with that, off they went.

"I was good, I was good, I was good!" Santana cried and then she turned and threw up, luckily for Shelby, into the toilet, before falling onto her knees and letting out heart wrenching sobs. Shelby cleaned up her face, helped her to stand and then with the strength only a mother can possess, she lifted her up into her arms and carried her out of the bathroom and into the family room. She sat down, kept Santana on her lap and looked at her other girls.

"It's alright my loves, ask your questions," Shelby said as the doorbell rang.

Will answered the door and smiled sadly. "That's quite a bit of wailing my dear boy," Tom said kindly giving Will a hug and Hannah quickly followed suit.

"I have three young ladies who are suffering from separation anxiety it would seem," he said showing them into the other room and when they got there, they saw Shelby surrounded by two crying girls and Brittany who just seemed sad, but she wasn't crying yet. Santana and Quinn however were a mess and asking too many questions to be answered so quickly. "Bree, come say hi sweetheart," Will said to her and she got up and ran to her Daddy, holding tight and he simply held her and rubbed her back. "Say hello sweetheart."

"Hi Nanny," she said and Hannah smiled at her. It was an automatic response. She just felt so young and so helpless and maybe if she played up the young factor Will and Shelby wouldn't leave. She wasn't ready to cry yet, but she wanted to. The babies called them Nanny and Pop-Pop, she could do it too and she wouldn't be punished for it. She was sure of that.

"Hello my sweet girl," she said. "Come, why don't we go sit over here and you can tell Nanny all about why your sisters are so upset," she said kindly and Brittany went willingly, but then turned back to look at Will for confirmation.

"It's alright baby. Go sit with Nanny and Daddy will be right over to tell you how much I love you before I go on date night with Mama," he said.

Tom smiled and pulled Will aside, lowering his voice so he wouldn't be heard. "I haven't seen them like this in a very long time and they have never once called us Nanny and Pop-Pop, is there something I need to know besides separation anxiety?" he asked.

"Such as?" Will asked his voice taking on a protective father tone and he sounded slightly offended.

"Calm down my boy. I just want to know if there is anything new or different or special going on. Only the babies call us Nanny and Pop-Pop, so either your girls are regressing, which is fine, I just need to know, or there is something more going on and they feel they need to regress for their own safety. I know you and your wife take amazing care of those girls and I've never once seen them feel this unsafe, so if they're regressing by choice, I just want to be informed," he explained.

"No, they are not regressing by choice, it's just sort of happening. They have severe abandonment issues and are in need of a parent day, although at this point it's just parent time, and it keeps getting pushed off, because Shelby and I need time too. Date night tonight and then we'll be good, but we have to take care of ourselves as well," he said and Tom nodded his agreement.

"Hannah and I have been married for forty seven years my boy, we've raised five children and helped look after twelve grandchildren, I promise you, your girls are in safe care and you are doing the right thing. It isn't easy, but you're right, you do need to take care of yourselves and I'm really proud of you for acknowledging that and then following through with it."

Will laughed and hugged his friend. "It's not me you need to convince," he smiled and then the two returned to Shelby who was still being "attacked" by her two girls. They were so frightened today, so Will decided to try a new tactic. "Alright my girls, come with Daddy," he said kindly and he and Shelby forcefully guided the two hysterical girls to the kitchen, while Brittany went on her own with Tom and Hanah following close behind. Will pulled out a dry erase marker and began writing on a clear side of the board.

"Alright my girls," Will said stepping away from the board. "Bree sweetheart, can you read what Daddy wrote?" he asked her.

"Date night rules. Mama and Daddy are going out. They will return around eleven p.m. at which point Nanny and Pop-Pop will leave the house and Daddy, Mama, Bree, Quinnie, and Sanny, will all go up to bed, snuggle in with each other and watch a movie," she read.

"That was beautiful my darling," Will praised. "Sanny baby, what time is it now and when will Mama and Daddy be home?" he asked and she forced herself to look at the clock, trying to read it with blurry vision.

"Five forty five," she hiccuped. "and you'll be back at e.e.e.e eleh, eh-ven," she pushed out.

"Very good my sweet girl and Quinnie baby, who is staying with you until we return?" he asked her.

"Nanny and Pop-Pop," she said softly, pressing herself into Shelby's side.

"Daddy and I have three beautiful, talented, amazingly treasured girls, and I will personally injure anyone who tells me other wise," Shelby said seriously. "I want you all to be good and eat your dinner and don't give Nanny and Pop-Pop too hard a time okay?" she asked and they all nodded. "I love you all so much my girls. Be good and we'll see you in a couple of hours," she said and with many kisses to everyone, Will and Shelby finally made it out of the house.

"Just so you know, it took everything in me to move on, but we need this. We can't be amazing to them, if we aren't at least good to ourselves," he told her kindly as they walked to the car.

She nodded and gave him a quick kiss. "Just so you know," she said pausing a moment. "You are the best decision I ever made, I agree with everything you just said even though it is killing me to leave three upset girls behind, and I am very willing to skip dinner and go straight to sex," she smiled.

Rachel stood in the bedroom that was currently hers. It seemed extra large and she wasn't sure what to do with herself. Everyone else in the house was rushing around and making sure they had everything they needed for a two week trek until Bruce realized that Rachel was by herself and not being attended to. He decided to walk over and spend some time with her, answer any questions she had and give her the basic assurance that he was sure she needed.

As she heard him getting closer, her mind started to spin. She was moving. She was being moved. Something was wrong. They'd told her time and time again that she had to decide if this was the life she wanted, and now she was being sent away. She'd done something wrong, so she stood there staring at the wall and thinking. It was how Bruce found her and he could see she was lost in thought. Something was bothering her, so he very softly spoke to her. "Rachel darling," he said kindly and she gasped and turned and quickly fell to her knees and tried not to wince in pain. "Rae my love," he said changing to her nickname to give her a better sense of reassurance.

"Rae sweetheart," he said kneeling down in front of her. She wanted to do something so they would let her stay. She must have done something to make them angry, so with tears of pain running down her face, she began to push her pants down, which was when the phone rang and the contents of her bladder forced it's way out of her body and there was now a growing stain on the front of her pants. As soon as it happened, she stood up quickly and gathered her sweatpants up so she didn't make a mess on the carpet. "Rae-rae, Mister Bruce needs to clean you up sweetheart," he said kindly.

"I can't help it!" she said trying not to cry and he simply gave her a reassuring look. It was a look she misread though and she burst into tears, knowing she'd angered him further.

"I know you can't Rae-rae and Mister Bruce is going to move in closer to you, so we can get you cleaned up," he told her and she screamed in fear, which brought Anne running.

"Do you need help love?"

"I think she needs a female voice to focus on, because I'm not helping," he said and he stood up to leave and she crawled after him as best she could, falling over at the last moment and trying desperately to push herself back up and onto her heels. She had to turn around and present herself to him. If he could 'use her properly" then maybe they'd stay and let her stay. So far she hadn't done anything to please them, and all she knew, was that she was a good for nothing slut who would only ever make someone happy by pleasing them sexually.

Rachel sat at the teller's desk and finished with the last customer of the day. She got up off the stool and began to close her drawer. Her boss came around and smiled at her. "How are you Rachel?"

"I'm doing well Mister Crane, thank you," she smiled. "I'm just about to close the drawer and head home," she said.

"Oh really? That's good, how are your dads?"

"They're good. They're getting ready to head off to California for a few months," she smiled.

"You're not going with them?" he asked.

"I'm still making up my mind," she said honestly and he nodded. "It's mainly for business, so I wouldn't be with them for most of the day and they're going to tired from doing all their crazy sales pitches and helping to build the company. If I did anything touristy, I'd be on my own. At least here I can be on my own and still make money," she said thoughtfully.

"Well if you decide that you want to stay home, just let us know. Mister London and I would be thrilled to keep you company and even if you decide that you will stay home, please know that we will open our home up to you should you need company."

"Oh that's very generous of you both. I will consider that as an alternative option," she smiled.

"Well please keep in mind that we'll gladly open our home to you, so that you are not alone," Oliver said. "A pretty girl like you should never be alone."

"Rachel my darling, it's Miss Anne, and I need you to focus on my voice only please sweetheart," she said kindly and Rachel looked at her with teary eyes, speaking before Anne could.

"No, Miss, I can do it, I can, I just, closer, I.I.I.I.I," she started to stammer.

"Shhh, breathe Rae-rae," she said using the specific nickname to give her a better idea of where she was. "I know that the phone rang and that it startled you, and I know we need to clean you up, so I need you to come with me into the bathroom and I will help you clean up and get in your pajamas. Once we finish that, then we'll have you lie down on the bed and I will put your special cream on your stitches," she said.

"N.n.n. M.m. ...miss," she stammered. "I.I.I, I have. Me. D.d.d.d. I d. it," she pushed out and Anne sighed, her stutter was pretty strong at the moment.

"Alright, I can do that for you. I will let you clean yourself up, but I'm going to keep you company, so that we can be sure you got everything correct and if you need help, I will be there to help you," Anne said.

"N.n. , I.I.I.I ha.. , t.t. , s. ..vice," she pushed out slowly, shaking her head no. She had to service Bruce somehow. She hand't done what she had been trained for. She was a pet. Her job was to please everyone. Boys were easy, she understood that. Women were different, she didn't know how to please a woman.

"Rachel, you need to calm down, breathe and listen to me very carefully," Anne said in very serious Mistress tone and Rachel immediately dropped her head, eyes down to the floor, and body falling rigid. She let out a little whimper, and Anne frowned. Kneeling was not a good position for Rachel. "Rachel I'm coming closer and I'm helping you to your feet. We need to get you calm, clean, and comfortable," Anne said firmly.

It had taken a few hours for Anne to get Rachel calm down. Finally she was able to tuck her into bed and turn out the lights in the room, before retiring to her own bedroom to find her husband and two boys cuddled up in bed, Bruce reading to them from Fifty Shades. He finished his paragraph and looked up. "Is it bed time?" he asked kindly.

"If the boys want to stay, they can," Anne smiled.

Kevin put his hand in the air and spoke his question at the same time. "Miss, is Rachel okay?" he asked.

"Yes my love, she is sleeping and tomorrow morning, she will go be with the Schuesters. She is going to be just fine. I've made up an outline of how we would have taught Rachel the rules, but I don't think it's going to be needed. Rachel seems to have fallen for this family and I don't see her leaving anytime soon.

"I just wish she wasn't so afraid," he said honestly as Anne climbed into bed and cuddled with all her boys.

"I am so proud of you my darling; that you want to do everything you can to help Rachel. You are a wonderfully, generous person. I'm also very pleased that you want to join Sir and I to help with Carolyn and her family. I know she appreciates it too," Anne said.

"She is our sister Miss," Kevin smiled. "We love her as if she were one of the members of the circle," he said simply and then cuddled into his Miss, yawning as sleep started to take over his body.

"Well I appreciate that my love," she told him and began to play with his hair, lulling him to sleep while Bruce did the same with Trevor.

"Did you offer to let Rachel cuddle in bed with us?" Bruce asked. "There is more than enough room," he said.

"I explained it to her, however she explained to me that she had to serve you and the boys and me for being so kind and she didn't know how to please me, the way she can please the three of you, so I thought it best to leave her out of the bed tonight. That girl needs rest and relaxation and I'm hoping that if she's in a comfortable space, warm and cozy, that she'll get that," Anne said. "I gave her an extra blanket incase the room gets chili, I put pillows around her, and very carefully and gently massaged her scalp to help her relax."

"Did she lay in the bed, or did you hold her?" Bruce asked.

Anne raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head before speaking playfully. "Neither I let her fall asleep on the floor and just threw blankets on top of her," she said rolling her eyes. Anne would never do that to anyone. When they were first married they had a large German Shepherd and he was encouraged to jump on the couch or in the bed and cuddle with the humans. She treated all creatures, furry or human, the same. She wanted the pets to know that even while they had the title of pet, they were still quite treasured.

Bruce shook his head and smiled. "I just want to be sure she knows her options."

"Well I know she understands what is happening tomorrow, because she asked very softly to call her Mama," Anne said. "We called over, but Shelby isn't in, so we called her cell phone and she answered in a very loud place. She and Will are having date night and the girls are being watched by Hannah and Tom, although they were being referred to as Nanny and Pop-Pop, which makes me think that everyone in that house is going to be getting a parent time as soon as Will and Shelby get home."

"If their girls are saying Nanny and Pop-Pop, they'll be getting a parent week, possibly a month. They never say that. Quinn had one attack, one time, when she just couldn't shake her insecure feelings and that lasted two weeks," Bruce said thoughtfully.

"I have no doubt in my mind that Will and Shelby will get it all straightened out and work with all the girls," she smiled and then looked at the clock. "Let's settle in though, we have to be up ridiculously early. I want to be up at five, out the door by five thirty, drop her off at quarter of and get to the airport for our flight," she said.

"I set the alarm and called the car service. I stopped the paper and the mail. Carolyn says she's very glad that we will be there tomorrow. He's recovering well, but she's still kind of in shock and wants us with her," he said.

"We will always do anything for our families," she smiled and with that the house fell quiet.

Rachel turned around and found herself in the park. Why was she always in the park? What was so damn special about this place? She couldn't figure it out and she tried to move, but when she looked down she saw herself chained to the slide in the playground. It was dark, and late and cold. "It's always cold in the park," a voice told her, but she didn't know who that voice belonged to.

"Why am I here?" she yelled out, but got no answer in return. The chain around her ankle keeping her cuffed to the slide, moved twice. When she looked down at it a second time to be sure it was really there and really around her ankle, it was suddenly a vine, so she went to pick up her foot, but one quick tug, changed it to a rope and she knew she wasn't going to get out of it. "Too tight," she said angrily. Her Sirs always made it too tight. They always made it so that the ropes were tight enough to keep her in place, but never cut into her skin. The cuts in her skin had come from her, from her struggling, from her wanting to get away.

She pulled her foot away from the rope only to feel a sharp pain in her thigh. She crouched down and looked carefully at the rope. The knot was in a perfect figure eight and was now burning a pattern into her skin. She tugged her foot away again and began to whimper. Nothing was hot, nothing was smoking, but she was absolutely being burned. She could feel it pressing into her skin. She tugged carefully at the rope to loosen the ends and was surprised when it came undone. She put it down and stepped out of the loose knot completely and walked five feet away from the slide, only to have her name called from behind her. She turned to look and came face to face with Oliver Crane. "Well, well, well, if it isn't our little run away," he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "You're looking very well Rachel," he smiled at her. "I think we should check that for certain though, don't you Mr. London?" he asked and Rachel gasped and turned around. Having Vincent London, check her over meant he was about to stick his very hard penis into her ass, with little to no lube and she was going to scream. Sometimes they had her awake, sometimes they knocked her out but now it seemed that she was going to be awake.

"Yes, yes, yes," Vincent said. "My dear Rachel, you're looking a little off darling. Why don't you come over here," Vincent said pulling her closer toward him, but she tugged away. "Didn't I tell you Oliver? She's not well. She's not well at all and she needs to be monitored closely. She must be ill because only naughty pets pull away when their Master calls for them to come closer. "You must be ill Rachel and no one is ever going to want to look at you or be near you if you are. No one will ever take care of you but us. No one wants to be with you," he lectured and as he spoke, she felt hot hands roaming over her body. One hand lingered on her breast and began twisting her nipple, slowly rolling it side to side, putting as much pressure as possible on her, waiting for her to cry out. When she finally did, it was a simple squeak.

"There, you see?" Oliver asked pulling her into his arms. It was a cradled position and that part of it felt nice, but she knew it wouldn't last. It would only be a temporary relief until the pain came searing through every fiber of her being. "No one will ever want you Rachel, you are already falling apart, look," he said and he turned her so she was lying face down on a gurney, looking at the floor below her. The tile was white and shiny and completely immaculate, until the slow flow of pink, became a tremendous flow of red. "Do you see what you're doing? You're making a terrible mess Rachel. Everything is flowing out of you. You're body is so loose because you're such a slut, you can't hold your blood in any more," he said and she started to cry heavily, watching the sea of red flow beneath her, into a drain in the middle of the room.

"You'll have to be inspected!" Vincent said angrily. She felt cuffs wrap around her wrists and then watched the cuff automatically attach themselves to the poles of the gurney she was on. Vincent touched her body in three places and very soon, her ankles were cuffed to the same poles as her wrists, bending her in half, and a large silk fabric band was wrapped under her body, tied to the top of the circus tent. "Listen we don't really like her, but I can't have her falling down. People are paying good money to watch us clean her out," Vincent told the ring master.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" he announced. "May I draw your attention to the center ring. Today we have," he shouted and his voice echoed around Rachel's head. "What's her name" he whispered to Vincent but Vincent never answered. Everything went quiet and dark, and the soft silk that had been under her belly was now being tied into place with ropes in a hotel room, suspending her just above the bed.

"It's a swing Rachel. First you're impaled behind you, and then you're impaled in front of you. He will be in your ass, and I will be in your mouth. No one will ever hear you scream for more than a few seconds, because this is going to fill your mouth every time you swing forward," Oliver said to her, shaking his semi hard member at her and she cringed in disgust, which only got her slapped across the face. "You will show me proper respect or you will be punished," he said. "In fact to prove I'm serious, you'll start backward," he said and he took the sling she was tied into and pushed it backward. Vincent grabbed her ass, pulled it apart and forced himself inside of her and held her there by her shoulders. She was paralyzed with fear now and a pain that she knew all too well. The pain radiated up her back and down into the tops of her thighs, until she finally could take no more and she let out a scream. Vincent pushed her off of him and with that he and Oliver were gone and Rachel was left to scream and cry on her own.

The screaming and crying in her dream turned to soft sobs and whimpers in reality and ultimately, it woke Bruce from his slumber. "Annie," he hissed at his wife kindly, so as not to wake the boys who were on either side of him. "Annie, I hear her. Go check on her."

"You're the one who is hearing her," she complained.

"The boys have me surrounded," he said and so she threw back the covers and went down the hall. The neon glow from the hall clock indicated that it was only just past midnight. Rachel had been asleep for a few hours now, which Anne thought was helpful, but if it wasn't a restful sleep, then it didn't really matter. She went into the room and found Rachel on her side, feet and wrists pushed together, somehow staying in place and then she heard the cries that her husband had asked her to go check on.

Anne carefully moved into the room, sat down on the bed and then laid down so that she and Rachel would be face to face. She wanted to get her awake, get her calm, and get her back to sleep, because they were all going to have to be up in a few hours as it was. She used her finger to touch Rachel's pointer finger and then spoke softly. "Rae-rae," she said quietly. "Rae-rae, it's miss Anne darling, and I know you're scared and probably can't hear me too well, but I know that I'm getting through to you somehow," she said kindly.

Rachel lifted her hand to her face as she laid on the gurney in the middle of the park. Her finger was talking to her, which was bizarre to begin with. "Rae-rae," the finger said to her and she cocked her head to the side and stared at it in confusion. Since when did fingers talk. "Come back to me Rae-rae, nice and slow," her finger told her and she started to cry again. She was losing her mind. Body parts didn't speak and they definitely didn't call her by a nickname that only a handful of people knew. "Rae-rae," her finger said again and then she realized it sounded like it was coming from behind her finger, so she put her hand down, got off the gurney and began walking slowly in search of the voice.

"Less than ten people know that name, I've got to find them," she told herself.

"Fye-dem," Anne heard and she smiled. "Yes Rae-rae, we're going to get you to wake up a little bit and look at Miss Anne and then we're going to cuddle like we did before and we're going to help you yet back to sleep. You are a beautiful, talented, lovely, young lady who is going to wake up in a few hours to see Miss Shelby and Mister Will and their three girls. Santana, Quinn, and Brittany are all just as excited and nervous as you must be," Anne told her.

Rachel wandered down the hallway and into a large purple room. There was a small chair seated across from a very large thrown where Miss Anne was seated and speaking kindly, dressed in all her Queen like robes. She even had a scepter in her right hand using it to gesture. She indicated that Rachel should sit down in the small chair in front of her. "Come my darling girl, come rest in the nice comfortable bed," Anne said to her and Rachel thought for a moment. That was a chair, why was Anne saying it was a bed, but she decided not to question it, she simply moved closer to the purple chair and waited for further instruction.

"You can feel it Rae-rae, you can touch it and see how soft it is," Anne said dragging Rachel's hand carefully across the mattress to show her how soft it was.

Rachel brushed the seat of the purple chair and found it to be crush velvet and very soft. "I'd like you to lie down my darling. I just need you to lie down, close your eyes and remain calm," Anne said and Rachel nodded. She took a seat on the chair and realized that nothing hurt her. Her bottom wasn't sore, her back didn't ache and the muscle strain in the tops of her thighs was gone. "You did that so beautifully my love. I'm very proud of you," Anne praised her and Rachel nodded, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and then continued to breathe slowly and steadily. "You're a wonderful girl Rachel and I know the room is possibly a bit too bright, but I can fix that," Anne said. She tapped her scepter on the floor and with a soft click the lights dimmed greatly and Anne began to speak. "I would love for you to open your eyes and see me Rachel," she said kindly and very slowly and carefully Rachel did as asked.

"There you are my sweet girl," Anne smiled and Rachel gave a sleepy smile in return. No longer in the thrown room, or in her queen like attire, Anne was simply in front of Rachel. Rachel was lying down on a comfortable mattress feeling warm and fuzzy inside. "I am so proud of you my darling, you have amazing listening skills and it is things like that, that make me truly believe you are smart and talented and deserve nothing but the best. Do you know what's going to happen in a few hours?" she asked her kindly.

"Mama?" Rachel asked curiously.

"Yes my darling, you're going to go to your Mama's house, and she and Daddy and your three new friends will be there. I want you to remember Rachel, you will never be forced to stay in this life style if that is what you choose. You remaining in this circle of people, is completely dependent on your own wants and desires," she said. "Now then my love you are very sleepy and it is still very early, perhaps we close our eyes and go back to bed.

Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Once again Anne was in front of her, in her queen wardrobe, with her scepter in her hand and speaking gently to Rachel. "Deep breaths my girl. In slow and out slow. I want you to let the natural rhythms take over your body and put you back to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for everyone and a lot of adjustment for you. It is okay to be scared and it is okay to ask for help. I want you to ask for help if you need it and tell Miss Shelby or Mister Will when you are frightened and why. You deserve as much love and attention as everyone else in the world Rachel and we are going to see that you get it," she said gently and with a very soft and gentle stroke to the side of Rachel's face the queen left the room, leaving Rachel to rest in the soft purple chair and finally feel at peace for a moment.

Shelby set her alarm for five o'clock, she knew Rachel would be showing up very early. She stood up, stretched and went down the hall to what was going to become Rachel's room and sighed. Nothing was ready it felt like. There were still too many things in the room for her liking, but she couldn't bring herself to move it all at the moment. She was standing there, staring and thinking, when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and smiled at the figure, then went back to looking, not at all surprised when the figure came up behind her and wrapped her in a hug. "You're thinking can be felt all the way in our bedroom," he teased her.

"I'll try to think more quietly next time," she smiled, snuggling into her husband. "Thank you for date night," she said happily.

"Thank you for being a fabulous wife and an amazing Miss and Mother to our girls," he said with a smile and the two stood in silence for a few more moments. "What exactly are you thinking about though. It may be strong, but the ideas are not coming through clearly," he said.

"I didn't turn on my telepathy," she laughed, "a girl has got to keep some things secret," she smiled and then she sighed and snuggled up closer. "This room is too cluttered and everything is moving so fast, I feel like she's not going to get the same treatment they did and she should. She deserves everything they got. The shopping day, the decorating day, every thing should be the same," Shelby said.

"I agree, and I will remind you that her situation is very different. She was supposed to be with Bruce and Anne for several more days, ten I believe, and now she's coming to us. She hasn't learned all the rules, she hasn't been given the time to detox and learn if this is what she really wants, so with her, everything is going to be a learning experience," Will said kindly. It was very early in the morning to be having debates about how they girls should be "raised" so to speak.

"I just want it to be as perfect as possible. No not perfect. That's the wrong word. I want it to be as seamless as possible. It's a lot of change for her and I don't want her to be so overwhelmed," Shelby said.

"And you wonder where Quinnie gets her "I have to be perfect" complex," Will teased her.

"She had that before she became ours," Shelby grinned, rolling her eyes a bit. "There are a lot of changes happening and we have three little girls who are not feeling very secure, and we're about to have a fourth, and I just. It's a lot for them and a lot for us and her room isn't ready yet," she sighed.

"Well being that we do have younger girls how about we go for a camping experience. The four of them, and us, in the living room, blankets and pillows to make the tent, we can use the chairs from the dining room, roast marsh mellows in the fire place and we won't have to worry about any wild creatures crawling all over us," he smiled.

"We have three wild creatures sleeping in our bed right now," she laughed.

"What is scaring you the most my love?" he asked.

"What are we going to do when a fight breaks out? What are we going to do when they get territorial? What are we going to do when all of that stuff happens that we only know how to handle one way, which is spanking and I'm fairly sure Rachel can't handle all that spanking," Shelby said with concern.

"I thought you spanked her already."

"I did. Over her pants though and it wasn't as firm as it normally would have been. She had surgery for a prolapsed rectum I'm afraid spanking her is really going to hurt her and make it even worse than her situation currently is, even though Terri swears to me she's healing."

"The girls are getting parent day, are they not?" he asked.

Parent Week," Shelby laughed softly.

"Well whatever they need, for however long they need, we will give it to them and usually when they need parent time, they don't get spankings, they just get as much reassurance as we can give them. What do you say Miss Corcoran, are you up for camping night in the living room?" he asked her, nuzzling her neck in all the right places that he knew turned her on.

"You're cheating," she said grinning and pulling away slightly as the tickle from his lips touching her neck sent chills and thrills throughout her body.

"What can I say, you are irresistible," he smiled and he pressed a more loving, sweet, tender kiss to her temple. He could tell she was starting to let nerves take over so he made sure he was strong for both of them, so they could both be strong for their girls.

"I am actually more nervous about her than I was about our other three loves," she confessed. "There are just so many things she will have to do to get settled into this house," she said.

"She will, but by the time she gets here, I think all she's going to want to do is sleep and cuddle with her Mama, and I think you are just the right lady for the job," Will told her and she smiled. "When is she going to be here?" he asked softly.

"About an hour," Shelby replied.

"Well then how about you and I go downstairs, sit on the couch, cuddle and wait for our newest potential to arrive."