The Magical Mind of Mistress Brusierce
Chapter Two
Her tiny, boney feet descended the staircase at exactly 12:03 in the afternoon. She'd never slept so well in all her twenty-three years and she couldn't even begin to explain how grateful she was for the extra sleep.
It was raining today, the loud pitter-patter of water hitting the windows making her aware of the weather as she began walking down the second staircase, stifling a yawn. She had no idea where she was going. She'd never been in a house so big and, unluckily, hadn't been given a tour. She assumed all the slaves would be spending their day off in the same room – possibly the basement or out in the yard – while Mistress watched TV or slept in. But, to her surprise, when she got downstairs and turned a corner into what appeared to be the dining room, she saw all three slaves seated at the table eating lunch while Mistress sat at the head of the table reading over many, many papers.
"Good morning, Mistress." She spoke earning four pairs of eyes landing on her. She watched as the three slaves smiled and Kurt gave her a small wave while Mistress stood and moved over to her, "I'm sorry for sleeping so long, Mistress."
"Relax. I wanted you to. You can't function properly if you haven't had a good night's sleep." Brittany said, placing her soft hand on Santana's upper arm, leading her to the table, "Are you hungry? You must be starving. Kurt, when you're done eating would you whip something up for Santana?"
"Absolutely." Kurt nodded with a smile. Brittany smiled back and pulled out a chair next to the head of the table for Santana to sit down.
"Sit. I'm just going over your contract." Brittany said, seating herself down again as Santana hesitantly sat down, wondering if it was some kind of trick that she'd be punished for, "Can you read, Santana?"
"Si," Santana said, "I mean, yes, Mistress. My papi taught me when I was very young."
Brittany smiled, "Would you read over this and tell me if there's anything you're uncomfortable with?" she asked, sliding the large stack of papers over to Santana who straightened her back and nodded, looking down at the first page and beginning to read.
Kurt raised from his chair and lifted his empty plate, "May I get you anything, Mistress? Something to eat and drink? You haven't eaten all day." He said.
"No, thank you, Kurt. I'll get something myself a little later. I'm alright for now." Brittany replied and Kurt nodded, turning on his heel and disappearing through a swinging door into the kitchen. Santana read and read and read, not fully understanding the language used in the contract however, fully agreeing to the terms she did understand and being surprised that she was given the opportunity to read the contract in the first place, "Is there anything you'd like to have changed?" Brittany asked as she watched Santana finish the last page.
"No, Mistress." Santana shook her head and Brittany smiled, taking the contract back and lifting her pen, clicking the end.
"I'm lucky I have many copies of this contract in my study." She said, signing on the line on one of the pages, lifting the page and signing on the next line, "Technically that's not allowed but, I like my slaves to all have the same contract so, it's not unfair. Wouldn't you agree, Santana?"
"Yes, Mistress. That's very kind of you." Santana replied earning a wide smile from Brittany who continued to sign on the lines before sliding the first signed page over to Santana and resting her pen atop it.
"Sign on the dotted line." She instructed earning a confused look from Santana, "Just write your initials."
"Okay." Santana nodded, picking up the pen and writing S.L on her line before Brittany placed another page in front of her. She repeated the initials until the entire contract was signed earning a happy smile from her mistress.
"Good." Brittany said with a nod as she gathered the pages and straightened them in a neat pile, "I'll have this filed tonight and you'll start work tomorrow."
"Yes, Mistress." Santana agreed as Kurt walked through the swinging door and placed a plate with a large sandwich in front of Santana along with a glass of water, "Thank you, Kurt." Santana said, overwhelmed by the size of her sandwich. Kurt gave her shoulder a squeeze and moved back to his seat. Santana hadn't even realized there was a book resting on the table in front of Kurt which he picked up and began to read. Her eyes widened and darted to her Mistress who was busying herself with placing the contract in a folded piece of card.
"Eat, Santana. You're all bone." Brittany spoke as she focused on the folded piece of card, scribbling something down on the front, "I want you to eat until you're full. It's very important that you have a full belly and meat on your bones. It's healthy and I want you to be healthy."
Santana felt her chin quiver and nodded, sniffing and lifting her sandwich, "Thank you, Mistress." She mumbled as she took a small bite of her sandwich and placed it back on the plate as she chewed.
Brittany chuckled, "You eat like a bird," she said with a smile, "You're my little bird."
"I'm not sure I understand, Mistress." Santana said after swallowing.
Brittany clicked the end of her pen again and placed it atop the contract, "Mercedes is my sassy slave. Kurt is my diva. Blaine is my bow-tied slave and you are my little bird." She cleared up and Santana smiled softly. She'd never been claimed let alone been given a nickname other than stupid bitch and cunt. She'd never been told she was anyone's anything. And now she was Brittany's little bird, "Now, finish your sandwich. I'm going to be in my study. Mercedes, would you give Santana a tour of the house so, she knows her way around?"
"Of course, Mistress." Mercedes nodded as Brittany stood from her chair and lifted the contract into her hands.
"Have a good day, you four. I'll see you tonight." Brittany said with a smile before disappearing from the dining room. Santana blinked hard every so often as she ate her sandwich in silence, wanting to make sure it was real.
"This sandwich is lovely, Kurt." She said and Kurt looked up from his book while Blaine and Mercedes stood and took their plates to the kitchen. Kurt smiled widely and put down his book.
"Thank you. My secret recipe is honey." He told her, "But, don't tell anyone. It's a secret."
Santana smiled, "I won't say a word." She said, "What book are you reading?"
"Game of Thrones." Kurt replied, "Mistress lets us read books from the library to better our vocabulary's."
"Mistress is a very lovely woman." Santana said earning a nod, "What is Game of Thrones about?"
"It's hard to explain. I've read it once before. Would you like to read it? I should read the second one anyhow." Kurt offered earning wide, happy eyes from the girl chewing on her sandwich and nodding frantically.
"If you don't mind. That would be lovely." She said earning a smile as Kurt closed the book and stood, moving to Brittany's previous seat and sitting down, placing the large book in front of Santana who's eyes lit up at the sight, "It's quite big. There are many pages."
"There are. But it's written very well. You may be a bit confused at first because there are so many characters but, you will enjoy it." Kurt told her with a smile, "If you'd like, I can show you around the house instead of Mercedes. She's not feeling all too well today, anyway."
"That's horrible." Santana said, "Is there anything I can do to help her?"
"No. She just needs rest." Kurt said, "I'll show you around when you've finished eating."
"Thank you." Santana said before taking another bite of her sandwich, chewing happily as she looked over the cover of the book she'd begin to read tonight, "What is Mistress' job? Her house is very big."
"Mistress is the CEO of a publishing house." Kurt told her earning a confused frown.
"What is a publishing house?"
"A publishing house makes books like this one – see on the spine, there's this little picture of a rooster and it says Bantam Books. That's the publishing house that published this book."
"Mistress is CEO of Bantam Books?" Santana asked, interested.
"No," Kurt chuckled, "Mistress is the CEO of a different publishing house called Piercing." He told the girl who nodded, "The CEO is the boss of everyone except for the owner. Mistress is very successful."
"Mistress is smart." Santana said before taking the very last bite of her sandwich and brushing off her hands, "I'm full."
"Good. Mistress would be very pleased that you finished your whole sandwich." Kurt said, lifting Santana's plate as the girl lifted her glass of water and chugged all of it down, "And your whole glass of water." Santana smiled with water coating her full lips and Kurt smiled back, lifting her glass and standing, "Follow me. I'll show you the kitchen first."
Santana nodded and stood, pushing in her chair and following Kurt through the swinging door to the kitchen. The kitchen was large with marble counters and a two door refrigerator. Santana was in awe of the room; she'd never seen a kitchen so big and beautiful.
"Hey, girl." Mercedes greeted her as she wiped down the counter.
"Hi, Mercedes." Santana replied with a smile, "Kurt said he would show me the house because you aren't feeling well. I hope you feel better."
"Thank you, hon." Mercedes said gratefully earning a smile from the girl as Blaine moved toward her and stuck out his hand.
"We haven't been formally introduced. I'm Blaine Anderson. I work in the yard on some days and other days I clean Mistress' room. It's lovely to meet you, Santana." He said and she smiled, shaking his hand and glancing at his bow-tie.
"I'm Santana Lopez. Mistress says I'm going to attend to the yard as well. She also said you'd help me because it's so big." She said and he smiled.
"Of course." He said, "Kurt's full name is Kurt Hummel and he's the household chef. He also cuts Mistress' hair and gives her waxes."
"Which reminds me; Mistress asked me this morning to cut your hair and shave your bikini area. I'll do that after your tour of the house." Kurt said, rinsing Santana's plate.
"I'm Mercedes Jones and I clean the house." Mercedes said, "And, on that note, I'm going to go and unmake my bed so I can sleep this headache away."
"Feel better, Mercedes Jones." Santana wished her earning a chuckle.
"Thanks, girl." Mercedes said, moving to the other door in the kitchen and pushing it open, walking out of the kitchen and disappearing from sight.
Kurt gave Santana a full tour of the house, ending the tour in the library. Santana's eyes were filled with wonderment as she looked over the shelves and shelves of books, wanting to read every single one. None of the books were dusty in the slightest due to Mercedes' upkeep in the library and Santana ran her index finger down the spines of the books she could reach.
"Mistress has a lot of books." She muttered, peering up at the second floor of the library where more books lined the walls, "Has she read them all?"
"I don't know. Mistress does like to read but, I'm not sure how many books she's read." Kurt replied, watching Santana touch the books she could reach with excited eyes, "You may read anything in here. Mistress likes us to read."
"These books are beautiful." Santana said.
"They are." Kurt agreed with a smile, "Come on, let's go cut your hair and give you a shave."
"Okay." Santana nodded, allowing Kurt to walk her out of the library, "May we come back to the library once we're finished?"
"Absolutely."
Kurt shaved Santana's bikini area first and she looked away as he did so, embarrassed. He shaved her with ease and, once he was done, helped her put her pants back on, tying the strings in a bow again. He then sat her down and draped a towel across her shoulders before taking out his haircutting kit and spraying her hair with a spray bottle to dampen it, making it easier to cut it.
"Okay. How short do you want it?" he asked and Santana licked her lips.
"Not too short, please. Keep it past my shoulders, if you can." She replied and Kurt smiled and nodded.
"Will do." He said and began to expertly cut her hair, letting the cut clumps fall to the floor around Santana's chair. Santana looked at herself in the bathroom mirror as he cut, thinning her hair slightly so that it fell in layers. She chewed on her lower lip as Kurt ruffled her hair with his fingers and looked at her in the mirror before picking up a hand-mirror and showing her the back, "Is that okay or should I take more off?"
"That looks lovely, Kurt. Thank you." Santana said with a smile as she looked at her layered, thinned and newly cut hair in the mirror. She reached a hand back and ran her fingers through it, "This was my first haircut."
"I figured." Kurt smiled, "Your hair was very long."
"You're very good at this stuff." Santana complimented, "Do you also do your own hair?"
"I do." Kurt said.
"I can tell. It's very funky." Santana smiled and he laughed, removing the towel from her shoulders and brushing the remaining hair off her back.
"Okay. Let's go show Mistress and see if she's happy with it."
Santana stood up and did a twirl as she watched her hair flip over her shoulder in the mirror. Kurt laughed happily as he watched the girl admire her hair, "Mistress will love it. It's beautiful." She said and turned on her heel, following Kurt out of the bathroom, "Wait. Shouldn't we clean the floor?"
"I'll do that after we've shown Mistress." Kurt assured the girl who nodded and continued to follow him down the stairs and toward Brittany's study.
Brittany's study was quite large and had a living room set in front of her desk. The walls were navy blue and the floor was oak with a large, fluffy teal rug underneath the couch and armchair.
Kurt knocked on the door and waited for Brittany to give him entrance, "Come in." The blonde called from inside and Kurt opened the door with Santana close behind him.
"We've come to show you Santana's hair, Mistress." Kurt said and Santana watched over his shoulder as Brittany smiled a real, genuine smile at the information.
"Go ahead." She instructed and Kurt moved out of the way so Santana would come into Brittany's view. Santana watched as her Mistress' eyes widened and her mouth fell slightly open. She was nervous that her Mistress thought her hair looked awful and bowed her head in shame, "Wow," Brittany breathed softly, "I can see your face." She said and Santana looked up with a confused frown, "You're very beautiful, Santana. Well done, Kurt. It looks lovely."
"Thank you, Mistress. I'm glad you like it." Kurt said and Santana gave her Mistress a big, happy smile.
"I love it." Brittany corrected the boy and Santana smiled even wider, "I love it very much."
The next day Santana was up at eight sharp and ready to work in the yard with Blaine. He gave her all the tools she'd need and she pulled on the gardening gloves with determination in her expression before dropping to her knees next to Blaine and beginning to help him remove the weeds from the first flowerbed of many. Brittany had left for work after breakfast that morning and would only return home at six that night. She'd told Santana that the girl should be bathed and ready by six thirty to go shopping for new clothes to which Santana nodded eagerly and finished her breakfast.
Santana worked hard in the yard all day, yanking weeds from the flowerbeds and watering the grass and flowers with the hose. She worked through lunch and by the time six o'clock came around and Brittany locked her car, Santana was packing away all the gardening tools she'd used that day, still standing in the yard. Brittany stopped on the paved path and watched the girl – her hair was in a messy, raven colored bun atop her head and her pants were covered in grass stains and dirt as she cleaned off the small, handheld rake with her gardening glove covered fingers. A small, fond smile found its way onto Brittany's face as she admired her new slave who still hadn't realized she was home. She felt connected to the girl for some unknown and strange reason and was starting to form small feelings for the woman. However, Santana was not her personal slave and had not agreed to perform personal favors therefore, she had to push her budding feelings away and treat Santana how she treated the rest of her slaves.
"Santana," she called softly and watched as Santana's head snapped in her direction quickly and startled, "I don't mean to frighten you. Come inside and take a bath and then we can go."
"Yes, Mistress. Welcome home. How was your day?" Santana asked, pulling off the gardening gloves and tucking them away in the tool box along with the rest of the gardening tools.
"It was long and tiring, Santana, thank you for asking. How was your day?" Brittany asked as Santana heaved up the tool box and moved toward her.
"It was very fun, Mistress. Today Blaine and I removed the weeds from the flowerbeds and then we watered the grass and the flowers." She replied with a tired smile and Brittany smiled back, pushing open the front door and walking inside with her slave following.
"I'm glad you enjoyed your day, Santana." She told the girl, "What did you eat today?"
"I only had breakfast, Mistress. I was having too much fun in the garden and forgot about lunch. I'm sorry." Santana replied as she tucked the tool box away in a small cupboard in the foyer.
"Not to worry. We're having a big dinner tonight. Monday is mac 'n cheese night." Brittany said, plonking her purse down at the door and shrugging off her blazer, hanging it on the coat rack, "Now, go bath and get dressed into different clothes. I'll have Kurt bring some up to the bathroom."
"Alright, Mistress. Thank you." Santana said, beginning to climb the staircase, holding onto the railing like a small child would. Brittany watched her go and smiled to herself as the brunette stumbled slightly, letting out a quiet chuckle as she made her way to her study. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she moved to the large study door, pushing it open and walking inside, sighing as she sat at her desk and shut her eyes. The loud ring of her landline pulled her from her short doze and she lifted the handheld device, answering it.
"Hello, Brittany speaking."
"Brittany," the woman sighed and Brittany inhaled a deep breath, "I've been calling constantly. Why haven't you been answering?"
"I just got home from work and I don't allow my slaves to be in my study when I'm not here, Quinn." Brittany told the woman as she hit a small button on her desk, "What's up?"
"I'm coming over for dinner this Friday." Quinn said and Brittany cleared her throat as the woman continued, "Rach and I miss you and Kurt's cooking."
"And you want to meet my new slave." Brittany predicted, smiling knowingly when she heard Quinn giggle, "That's what I thought – alright, I'll let Kurt know you two are coming over. Anything else you needed to fill me in on? I have shopping to do."
"Shopping? It's six p.m and you're going shopping? Why?" Quinn asked curiously.
"Santana – my new slave – is as tiny as a mouse and she needs clothes that fit." Brittany informed the other blonde as she drummed her fingers on the desk. There was a knock at the door and Brittany cleared her throat loudly, signaling they could come in. It was Kurt.
"Ah. Well, you girls have fun. I'm looking forward to Friday." Quinn said, "See you then, hon. Bye-bye."
"Bye, Quinn." Brittany said, hanging up and putting down the phone, "Hi, Kurt. Listen, sweetie, please would you get another change of clothes from the linen cupboard for Santana? She's taking a bath."
"Absolutely, Mistress. Anything else?" Kurt asked politely and Brittany sighed.
"Come sit down for a moment. I'd like to ask you something." She instructed.
"Yes, Mistress." Kurt obeyed, shutting the door to the study and moving to sit down on the seat in front of Brittany's desk, "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, yes, everything's just fine but, I'd like you to be honest with me," Brittany began, lifting her pen and tapping it against the desk, "How is Santana coping? Did she do alright today or did she struggle?"
"Mistress, she was superb. She worked like a motor." Kurt informed her and she nodded, furrowing her brow in thought.
"Would you please make sure she eats in the day? Even if she forgets; please bring her food. She's so tiny and I really want her to fatten up – her ribs and hip bones are sticking out." She said and Kurt nodded.
"Yes, Mistress, of course." Kurt agreed earning a smile.
"Thank you, Kurt. Very much. I appreciate that." Brittany said and Kurt smiled.
"Will that be all, Mistress?" he asked.
"Yes, that's all. Thank you. Please take those clothes up to Santana and start dinner. Her and I should be back around eight. The three of you should eat without us." Brittany said. Kurt gave his Mistress a nod.
"Thank you, Mistress. I'll do that right away." He said, standing from his seat and moving to the door, pulling it open and leaving the room.
Leaving Brittany to her thoughts.
A/N:
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