Soooooo sorry! But I really didn´t know how to continue this story and was about to write an epilogue. Now, however, I had some ideas to continue and I hope you like it.

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"Making her an equal?" Antonio asked "are you sure that´s the way to go here?" Santana knew that her father would think of it as a bad idea.

"Yes papi, I want her to be my equal, but it doesn´t matter anyway. She wants something completely different" Santana sighed and continued drinking her coffee.

It´s been a week since she told Brittany that she wanted her to be an equal. Sure she had doubts that Brittany might leave her as soon as she was free but still, Santana believed she would stay.

"Why doesn´t it matter mija?" her mother asked.

"She said that she doesn´t mind being my slave, because I treat her good. Brittany said I should let the others go instead of her. She seriously suggested employing them" Antonio scoffed like there was a need to pay slaves, their pay is a bed and proper food. He was well aware that the slaves inside Santana´s house were living a good life.

"You know what mija, if your personal slave thinks you should employ the others than she doesn´t know how good they are living with you. I mean you are giving them the whole basement-" his wife however cut him off.

"Antonio, Santana´s slaves are well aware that they are slaves. And if she thinks it is right to give them something to make them appreciate what they have that is just fine."

The firm voice of Maribel Lopez silenced her husband, she then turned back to her daughter "Santanita, if you want to let them go or whatever you do that. Get new slaves or whatever, but promise me to not make your personal and equal until you are absolutely sure. I think after, what a month, you making her an equal is so unlike you. You never acted like that."

The older Latina was concerned. She couldn´t comprehend at the moment, how her daughter suddenly had feelings for a slave. Santana was a strong and hot-headed woman, never before was there talking of feelings or anything close to that. She got rid of her former slaves without her parents realizing.

"I will mami" she kissed both of her parents and left the coffee shop with her bodyguard following close behind.

At the House

"Kitchen! Everybody! Now!" she yelled as soon as the front door was locked. All of the slaves gathered in the kitchen and waited for Santana to start talking.

"Here´s the thing and want you guys to be completely honest with me" she looked and saw Brittany "Brittany, you can go upstairs. This doesn´t concern you."

The blonde whispered ´yes mistress´ and left. She wanted to know what was going on, hopefully Santana will tell her tonight.

"Ok, so I was thinking about letting all of you go" every noise was sucked out of the room "but" she began again "if you decide to stay I will draw up with each and every one of you a specific contract. I will be your employer and pay you properly. You may stay in the house if you like and we will think about making the basement more into a living space. I want you guys to think about it. By Friday, which leaves you 4 days, I would like an answer. That´s all" with that she left and Mike, Tina and Kurt did not know what to say.

The Latina chose to walk into her office instead the bedroom, she wasn´t in the mood for 20 questions with Brittany, she had work to do. With that she closed the door of her office and pulled her cell phone out first. After only two rings there was an answer.

"Hey Santana. How are you? Mom told me they just had coffee with you-"

"Rachel" she interrupted her "please, just listen. Are you free on Friday? If yes come by my house and we have dinner." The Latina said in her business voice.

"Oh, ok? I guess. What is it about?" her adopted sister asked her. Santana wasn´t even sure if it was about anything in particular, but she will know by Friday.

"Just come over around six, I will tell Kurt to make something vegan and we are having some sister time." Santana said and imagined Rachel´s face, she must have scrunched her nose and her forehead would show some small wrinkles.

"That´s kinda weird but sure, I´ll be there" the diva said and Santana chuckled. "Ok Rachel, don´t worry it´s nothing bad, I thought we talk about you and your wish for a female personal slave. I thought about what you said and I want to make sure that you know, I don´t know, just come over Friday. Bye" she finished the call without waiting for Rachel´s reply.

One down, two to go she thought. She picked up her phone and dialed another number, which was too familiar.

"Board of Domestic Slavery. How may I help you" said the probably fifty something guy and Santana only imagined how his big belly was barely covered by his shirt, because he just sounded like that.

"Santana Lopez speaking and I would like to put in a report of a fellow master who is not aware of the code. I have everything documented and ready to be processed. Where can send that to?"

"Well, that depends" he took a deep breath, definitely a fatty Santana thought "is this master not aware of the code or is he disobeying it on purpose?" Santana was already getting frustrated.

"Listen. I already feel ridiculous calling the Board. You sound like a fucking moron working the hotline, so how about you just tell me who your boss is so he can process this or I will come to Washington and go all Lima Heights on your sorry ass."

That did shut him up for a second and within a minute Santana had all the information she needed. She ordered a messenger to deliver the papers and then turned to her computer to look up some information about domestic labor. The third call had to wait for now.

After almost two hours of outlining contracts for her slaves she actually began to work. Her father had two big deliveries coming in this month and Santana, again, was in charge of making sure there will be no problem with the police or customs. She chuckled to herself when she thought back to the times she was in college and her brother, Juan, told her about organizing a delivery. He loved making jokes about playing with the assets one has. Santana laughed so hard when her told her to show some cleavage and convince the police to look the other way for a second.

She was torn away from her memory when she heard a soft knock on the door "come in" she said and there was Brittany, holding a plate with sandwiches and a grape soda.

"I thought you might want something to eat" she placed the food on the desk "and I kinda waited for you to come to the bedroom and talk to me too" she shyly looked down to the floor "but you never came."

Santana nodded "I know, because I have to work at some point of the day. And besides, Brittany I am kind of mad at you. So thank you for the food but please leave me now, I´m busy. We can talk tonight if I am in the mood" she waved the blonde off and turned her attention back to her work.

Brittany walked head down out into the garden, Quinn was tending the area around the pool and gave Brittany a smile. They sat down and began talking about Santana and the thought about being a real employee, well Quinn did, she lit up by thinking about it and actually be free. Something she never thought would happen.

The taller blonde drifted off at some point, she was trying to figure out why Santana was mad at her, but she couldn´t make out why. She sighed and turned her attention back to Quinn, who was still going on about seriously considering working for Santana "I mean look at this yard. I love it and getting paid for that and living here. I can deal with that. Think about leaving this house and then you have nowhere to go."

They continued talking for almost three hours, Kurt made them come inside for dinner and told them they will be eating alone tonight. He then turned to Quinn "mistress told me that Rachel is coming around on Friday" she blushed "I knew it, you like her" he said pointing at her.

"What? No" she tried to deny it but Kurt was right. Something about the mistress´ sister made her tummy turn upside down, in a good way. She couldn´t hide her excitement "why? Will I be seeing her?"

Kurt nodded "sure, you will probably be around. You can join me in the kitchen if you like, then you will definitely see her" he added with a wink. The cook noticed that Brittany wasn´t as cheery as the rest of them "Brittany, what´s with you? Are you sad about not getting offered to be freed?"

The blonde shook her head ´no´, Kurt didn´t know that Brittany probably was the one who started this revolution. Maybe that´s why Santana was mad at her, she jumped out of her chair and ran down to the office. Kurt as well as the other three were left speechless.

She almost pounded against the door and ripped the door open as soon as she heard Santana speak. The Latina´s face had a questioning look on her face. She wasn´t sure if she should be shocked or pissed at what just happened.

"Santana, I know you are made that I made you free the other´s and I am sorry. But what can I do to make it right? I don´t like it when you are mad at me and then don´t talk and ignore me. Then you also hide in your office and say you have to work and don´t even want to use me for what I am here for." Brittany rambled and was almost out of breath when she finished.

Santana leaned back in her chair "ok" she started and motioned Brittany to sit and then came the business voice, Brittany knew that wasn´t good "first you don´t barge into here like that ever again. Second, are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I am mad for you wanted me be a good person? Third" she took a deep breath "you are wrong. I am not mad because of that and finally fourth I want to sleep with you, but believe it or not, I really have to work."

Brittany nodded and wanted to leave "stay" Santana said "this" she waved her hands over her desk "is my work and I love that, so don´t you dare to say I am hiding in here. This will, next time, result into a punishment for you" the blonde wasn´t sure if she was allowed to talk now and again wanted to leave "I didn´t say that you are allowed to leave, slave" Santana hissed.

"Now get under my desk and eat me out until I say stop" Brittany complied and shuffled her body into the small space and situated her head between Santana´s legs.

"Yes" the Latina breathed out. She thought that if Brittany wanted to be her slave she shall be, but be aware of all the cruelness coming with it. Santana didn´t like to be cruel, at least not to Brittany. However, when Santana asked her to become and equal Brittany had a clear position.

One week earlier

"No Santana, I don´t want to be an equal. I like being your slave" the blonde said.

"But we can still act out such fantasies with you being an equal" Santana countered "why don´t you want that?"

"I don´t know anything else" Brittany whispered "I want to be your slave I don´t know how to act like your equal" her voice was small.

It was then when Santana began ignoring Brittany until today. Now the blonde was sucking on her clit and moaned against her wet pussy.

"Is your cock hard slave" Santana asked and Brittany answered with a moan "you are not going to touch yourself. You are here to pleasure me. You said you wanted to be my slave then so be it."

Brittany was vigorously sucking and moving her fingers in and out of Santana. She liked the fact that Santana dominated her, but then it came to her. This was not going to be easy, Santana was mad that she didn´t want to be an equal and will make sure that Brittany sees what it means to be a slave.

When Santana came, Brittany lapped all the juices of the Latina´s nether region. She looked up to her and waited for her order to continue. Her cock was throbbing and the briefs didn´t make it very comfortable.

"Slave. Leave now and come back in an hour, we will have to do some adjustments of your contract" Brittany nodded and stood up. Santana saw the bulged and grabbed it hard making Brittany bite her lower lip "you better get rid of that" she said, adjusted her skirt and went back to work like nothing happened.

Brittany walked slowly out of the office and straight to the bedroom to take care of herself, but it never happened. She was too concerned about the adjustments Santana was talking about.

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