The Magical Mind of Mistress Brusierce
A/N:
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Chapter Three
The clothes overwhelmed Santana. The store had everything from socks and shoes to dresses and skirts and Santana could hardly breathe at the sight. Brittany had seated herself on a small armchair and thrown one leg over the other as she watched the brunette walk around the store in awe, hesitating to reach out and touch the clothes. Brittany waved over a saleswoman and cleared her throat, catching the brunette's attention.
"Vivienne, here, is gonna help you pick some stuff out." She told the girl who looked at the old woman standing next to her Mistress and nodded with a smile, "You can get four sets of everything." Santana smiled widely in excitement, "Please make sure everything she wants fits her, Viv."
"Of course, Miss Pierce."
"Thank you. Okay, Santana, go crazy." Brittany said and Santana covered her mouth with both hands, "Pick whatever you want."
"Mistress, thank you. Miss Vivienne, may I start at the socks?" The girl asked and Vivienne nodded with a chuckle, moving over to her and leading her to the sock selection. Santana's face beamed at the sight of all the socks. Pink socks, red socks, blue and black socks, striped socks, dotted socks, striped and dotted socks. Her feet were as excited as she was. Vivienne told her she didn't have to try the socks on, she just had to pick four pairs she wanted and put them in the basket. So, Santana picked a pair of deep red socks with pictures of Rudolf on them, a pair of purple socks with black stripes, a pair of black socks with white polka dots and a pair of black socks with pictures of SpongeBob on them. She happily put her four pairs of socks in her basket and bounced on her toes, "May we pick out pants next, Miss Vivienne?"
"Of course, dear. We have lots of pants – jeans, suit pants, sweat pants, pajama pants, yoga pants – all sorts. Which would you like to look at first?" Vivienne asked and Brittany smiled as she watched Santana's eyes widen at the mention of all the different kinds of pants she could choose from.
"Santana, you'll get four sets of pajamas so, you don't need to pick out pajama pants – Vivienne will show you the pajama sets. You won't need suit pants. You can get four pairs of jeans, four pairs of sweat pants and two pairs of yoga pants. They're nice for when you want to exercise." Brittany told the girl who smiled brightly and nodded. Vivienne showed Santana the jeans first and the brunette was over the moon when she learned she had to try them on to find the right size, "We'll get one size bigger for when you put on some weight."
"Of course, Mistress." Santana agreed happily as she walked into the changing room with four pairs of different jeans to try on. She exited the changing room wearing the first pair which hugged her waist tightly and clung to her skinny legs.
"Two sizes bigger in those, Viv, please." Brittany instructed and watched as Santana wandered back into the changing room. She came out again not ten seconds later wearing a different pair which were a perfect fit, "We'll take those. Put them in the basket, Santana." Brittany watched in surprise as Santana stepped out of the jeans right there and folded them neatly before placing them in the basket. She then walked right back into the dressing room to try on the next two. They were both too big and Brittany instructed Vivienne to get both in three sizes smaller.
Once all four pairs of Santana's new jeans were in her basket, she moved on to sweat pants. She picked grey sweat pants, purple sweat pants, red sweat pants and another grey pair of sweat pants. Each pair fit her loosely and Brittany decided they were perfect before Santana put all four pairs in the basket, "We'll get you four pairs of overalls to work in." Brittany announced and Santana frowned, confused at the new word, "Dungarees." Brittany cleared up.
"Oh! I had some of those when I was younger, Mistress. I never took them off." Santana informed the woman who smiled fondly as the girl bounced around in a pair of yoga pants.
After half an hour Santana was done with her pants and asked Vivienne if they could move on to shirts, "You can have four of each kind of shirt, Santana. For all the seasons." Brittany told her as she fished her phone out of her purse and unlocked it, snapping a quick photo of Santana and typing out a text.
To: Quinn
I've never seen anyone this euphoric in my life.
Santana tried on all the shirts right there in the middle of the store and decided she liked the loose, baggy t-shirts and the snug, tight long sleeved shirts. She'd already picked four of each when they moved on to the jackets. And so they went, making their way slowly around the entire store picking out all the clothes Santana would need and then some.
"May we do the underwear last, Miss Vivienne?" Santana asked curiously, "I like underwear."
"Saving the best for last. Of course." Vivienne replied, leading Santana over to the very large selection of underwear. Brittany raised from her seat and moved over to the two women, watching closely as Santana picked up a bra and asked:
"What's this?"
"We need to have her fitted, Viv." Brittany said, "It's a bra, Santana. To support your breasts." Santana went pink at the word and put the bra down earning a wide smile from her Mistress, "We'll quickly have you fitted and get you seven bras. You'll need one for each day of the week."
Santana's eyes widened and she nodded as Vivienne began fitting her for a bra, "She's a C cup." Vivienne told Brittany, "32 C."
"Okay, Santana, look at the labels on the bras and find seven that you like that say 32 C." Brittany instructed the girl as she pulled her shirt back on with a nod.
"Yes, Mistress." Santana said, "And then may I pick out underwear?"
"Of course. You can get seven pairs of panties as well. You can never have enough underwear." Brittany said as her phone buzzed in her hand.
From: Quinn
She's very pretty. Super pretty.
To: Quinn
Don't perv over my slave, Quinn.
Santana piled seven bras into her basket and then began to pick out panties. She lifted a pair of lace underwear and showed them to her Mistress, "These are pretty, Mistress. May I have these?" she asked earning a chuckle and a nod.
"Any seven pairs you want, Santana."
So, the very eager Santana picked five pairs of lace panties and two pairs of cotton panties and all of them together made the colors of the rainbow. By the time she was finished and had two full baskets of clothes, Brittany instructed her to pick out four pairs of shoes before they paid and left.
In the car on their way home, Santana didn't stop thanking Brittany for a second earning soft chuckles from the woman as she rambled on and on about how happy and grateful she was for her many, many clothes. And, pulling into the driveway, Brittany shut off the car and turned to her still rambling slave, shushing her and giving her a small smile.
"It's only my pleasure, Santana. You've worked hard you're entire life, little bird. You deserve clothes." She said and Santana's eyes welled up as she launched forward and wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck, squeezing tightly as a small tear slipped from her dark brown eye and landed on the blonde's blazer covered shoulder. Brittany didn't hesitate to embrace the woman gently, soothingly rubbing her back and stroking her hair, "It's alright, little bird."
Santana had only ever hugged her father in her entire lifetime and she preferred hugging Brittany. Her Mistress. Brittany's her Mistress. At that thought she pulled out of the hug and began apologizing profusely for invading the woman's personal space so abruptly to which she got a soft finger over her lips and two soft lips pressing into her forehead.
"No more apologizing. Let's go inside and eat some dinner before bed, okay?" Brittany said gently and Santana nodded.
"Y-Yes, Mistress."
Brittany and Santana had two huge helpings of mac 'n cheese before Santana happily carried all of her shopping bags up to her room after bidding her sweet, sweet mistress a goodnight – she had a full belly and was happily exhausted as she flopped into bed after packing all of her clothes in her chest wearing a pair of her Hello Kitty pajamas. She slept peacefully and had beautiful dreams before abruptly waking up in the middle of the night with a desperate thirst. If she was quiet she could sneak into the kitchen for a glass of water so, that's exactly what she did. She slipped into her fluffy ducky slippers and quietly descended the staircase from hers and Mercedes' room, tip-toeing past Brittany's bedroom and down the second staircase. Very quietly Santana shuffled into the kitchen and was stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her Mistress seated at the island eating chocolate ice cream in her pretty pink pajamas with her hair in a messy bun.
Santana had never seen anything quite as beautiful as her Mistress without make-up on in her pajamas. She licked her lips and caught herself staring before making her presence known, "My apologies, Mistress. I don't mean to be awake so late." She said softly, catching Brittany's attention. The blonde looked up from her ice cream, startled, and smiled.
"Santana," She said gently, "Not to worry. Come join me. Have you ever had ice cream before?"
Santana was shocked. She wasn't supposed to be out of bed and, yet, her mistress was inviting her to sit with her and eat ice cream, "Once when I was a little girl." Santana replied, hesitantly moving to the island and taking a seat next to her Mistress. She watched as Brittany scooped some of the chocolaty goodness onto her spoon and squirted some whipped cream onto it, holding it out to Santana who took the spoon into her mouth with wide eyes before she smiled, "It's delicious."
"It is." Brittany agreed with a smile, spooning some into her mouth, "We can share it. This can be our special tub of ice cream." She told the girl who couldn't help her smile at the thought that she was going to share something with her Mistress, "Are your pajamas comfortable?"
"Yes, thank you, Mistress." Santana said, "They're very cozy and warm. Are your pajamas comfortable?"
"Very." Brittany replied with a sweet smile.
"Mistress, may I ask you a question?" Santana asked hesitantly earning a nod, "At the store, Miss Vivienne called you Miss Pierce. I thought you were Mistress Brusierce?"
"Ah." Brittany said, pulling open a drawer and taking out a napkin before lifting the lone pen from the island, "Look here." She instructed, scribbling something down on the napkin and showing Santana.
Mistress BRittany SUSan PIERCE.
"That's very clever, Mistress." Santana said with a somewhat proud smile as she looked at the napkin, "Your name is Brittany Susan Pierce. That's a very beautiful name."
Brittany was taken aback. No one had ever given her a compliment like that one, "Thank you, Santana. I think your name is beautiful as well." She told the girl, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, taking a short second to stroke the girl's face, "I think you are also very beautiful."
Santana took a gulp of nerves and let out a shaky breath, "You're very beautiful as well, Mistress." She muttered and licked her drying lips as her Mistress leaned in and brushed their noses together before capturing her top lip in a kiss.
Brittany hadn't planned it. She hadn't planned to kiss her slave. She hadn't planned it at all. In fact she hadn't seen herself actually doing it no matter how many times she'd thought about it since she bought the woman. And she knew; she knew it wasn't allowed. She knew it was against the rules of slavery. Slave owners were to have no romantic relations with their slaves unless said slaves were personal slaves. Santana was not Brittany's personal slave. And yet, she still kissed the girl knowing it was wrong and knowing it was going against the oath she'd taken at the age of eighteen. She'd kissed the girl after only owning her for two days.
She'd kissed her slave. She'd kissed Santana. And, surprisingly enough, Santana had kissed her back.
Brittany's soft, warm hand remained cupping Santana's heating cheek as Santana's lower lip slid over Brittany's nervously and shakily. Brittany's free hand raised slowly and cupped Santana's other cheek as she tilted her head and gently deepened the kiss. Santana's shaking hands found their way to Brittany's upper arms and tentatively grasped them in a soft grip, "Mistress," Santana whispered into the kiss, catching Brittany's attention and watching as the woman pulled away and removed her hands from the slave's face.
"I… I'm sorry, Santana." Brittany apologized, her cheeks tinging pink as she blinked furiously and stared hard at the island, "I'm so sorry."
"That was my first kiss, Mistress." Santana whispered, very clearly still in shock from the kiss, as she ran her fingertips over her lips.
"Oh, god." Brittany said, covering her face with her hands and sighing as she shook her head, "I didn't mean to take your first kiss, Santana, I'm so, so sorry."
"It was lovely." Santana said innocently, "I like kissing. May we kiss again?"
Brittany was beyond shocked as she looked Santana in the eyes and frowned, "You—You'd like to kiss me again?" She asked, shaking her head in disbelief, "Santana, what I just did is against the rules. You aren't my personal slave, I'm not allowed to kiss you."
"What is a personal slave?" Santana asked, truly interested.
"A personal slave is a slave that attends to their master or mistress' needs. Romantic needs." Brittany explained, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear, "A personal slave kisses his or her master or mistress and they also do… other things with their master or mistress."
"What other things, Mistress?"
"Sex."
"Oh." Santana blinked, "I've never had sex before. Is it as lovely as kissing, Mistress?"
Brittany smiled at the pure innocence before her and pressed a kiss to Santana's cheek, "Yes, Santana. Sex is just as lovely as kissing but, in a different way." She told the girl as she tilted her head to the side, "But only if it's with the right person. Someone who is gentle and loving and kind."
"You are all those things, Mistress." Santana said earning the softest of smiles from her Mistress, "May I be your personal slave?"
"Santana—"
"In my contract it said that I am allowed to have a say in what I do in the household." Santana interrupted bravely, "I would like to be Mistress' personal slave so that I may kiss her. I would also like to continue working in the yard because I enjoy it."
"Santana, you've already signed. We'd have to get a whole new contract written up and that could take a while."
"How long, Mistress?"
"A couple days. Maybe a week." Brittany replied, looking at Santana as she inhaled a confident breath and exhaled her words.
"I would like to be your personal slave, Mistress." She said, "I will sign a new contract that says I am your personal slave that may also work in the yard."
Brittany sighed and smiled gently, "You're sure?" she asked, watching as Santana's head bobbed in a confident, assuring nod, "Alright. I'll have your new contract written up then. Now, off to bed. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast."
"Thank you, Mistress." Santana smiled widely, courageously leaning in and pressing a firm kiss to Brittany's surprised lips before she hopped off her chair and skipped to the kitchen door, "Goodnight, Mistress. Sleep well."
Breakfast the next morning was quiet. Santana had a large, happy smile on her face throughout the entire meal while Brittany focused on her knife and fork. Brittany was forcing herself to pretend as though there was no kiss the night before however, Santana was very happily eating her food all the while anxiously waiting to tell her new friends about her very first kiss. Santana had seen people kissing before but she'd never thought she'd kiss anyone. As a slave you aren't allowed to experience the things that most people experience everyday – you work as a slave; you do as you're told. But Santana had been kissed by her Mistress. Spontaneously. Wonderfully. Santana had never experienced anything like kissing before and she'd do anything to be kissed again.
"Don't forget your coat, Mistress." Santana said as she pulled Brittany's coat off the coat rack and handed it to her, "I know you don't usually wear it but it's cold today."
"Thank you, Santana." Brittany said gently, slipping on her coat and lifting her large purse from the floor, "Um… listen, until you've signed your new contract you can't tell anyone about what happened last night, alright? I could get into serious trouble and so could you. So, until you've signed on the dotted line, just keep it quiet, okay?"
Santana frowned and then nodded, "Yes, of course, Mistress." She said, "May I tell my friends?"
"No, Santana, you can't tell anyone. No one. Please. Okay?"
"Yes, Mistress. Okay." Santana said, slightly disappointed however, very willing to obey her Mistress, "Have a good day."
"You too, Santana." Brittany said with a soft smile, "I'll see you tonight at dinner."
And, just like that, Brittany was walking down the paved path toward her car, climbing into it and driving away. And Santana watched. She stood at the door and watched her Mistress leave the house all the while thinking what it'd be like to kiss her again.