The rest of the weekend was very similar to Friday night, lots of sex, punishments when Rachel didn't do something quickly enough. By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, Rachel's mouth and core were so painful she could hardly bear it. She had been using muscles all weekend that had hardly ever been used before.
Around two o'clock, Quinn left Rachel, panting and kneeling on the floor after another round of orgasms on Rachel's part. When she returned, she was carrying three small boxes.
"Look at me." Quinn instructed, Rachel raised her head to look at the pretty girl in front of her. Quinn opened the bigger of the three boxes to reveal a thick black choker chain, the main part made of lace. Underneath the lace, two chains hung loosely and where they met in the middle, a small cross hung.
"Your collar. As promised." Rachel was about to take it out of the box when Quinn pulled it away.
"Remember, if you accept this, you become solely my property. You will do what I want when I ask you to do it. And you will wear what I tell you to." Quinn warned and held the box out again. This time Rachel hesitated before reaching out and taking hold of the pretty collar.
"I accept the collar, Miss Q. And I accept any rules that come along with it." She said solemnly, unfastening the clasp and holding it out for Quinn to secure around her neck. Quinn took a shaky step forward and took the collar from Rachel's hands. Slowly she moved so that she was about to clasp the collar around Rachel's neck. She hesitated for a moment just in case Rachel made a split second decision, shook her head and fastened the clasp. Rachel suddenly felt exactly like the possession she just became, feeling as though everything she did would be dictated by Quinn.
"Right, I also had your wrist and ankle cuffs here which you will wear whenever we go out. Your collar will be worn at all times, especially when we are in the house. Naked and collared, that's how I want to see you in this house." Quinn said, snapping the cuffs around Rachel's right wrist and ankle. Suddenly she felt very emotional. She had never actually thought that she would be able to convince the annoying diva to become her slave, especially in just five days.
"I, er, I have to go home soon." Rachel said, breaking Quinn out of her thoughts.
"Oh, yes, um, I'll get some clothes for you." She jumped up off the bed and left Rachel to admire her new jewellery. Soon Quinn was back, carrying clothes that were definitely not Rachel's. She threw them at the girl's feet.
"Get dressed. We're going for a driving lesson." She instructed, a little more in control of her voice. She was getting over her original giddiness of actually having a sex slave now. Rachel quickly slipped the clothes on and crawled out the door behind Quinn. The clothes were a lot more revealing than her normal clothes but she didn't feel uncomfortable in them. It was a skirt that came to about mid calf and a skin tight sweater that showed off her mid-drift.
"Er, Miss, Q -" Rachel was cut off mid sentence.
"You call me Mistress Q or just Mistress from now on, understand?" Quinn told her. Rachel nodded.
"Yes, Mistress Q. I was just going to say, I'm not legally old enough to drive yet."
"That's why we're going for a driving lesson. However, it will be a little different from a normal driving lesson, let me assure you." Quinn said with a glint in her eye. Rachel swallowed. It was bad enough that she was going to be learning to drive but she knew Quinn was going to be doing distracting things to her at the same time.
"I take it you know how to drive? You must have done some Driver's Ed classes." Quinn asked as she and Rachel hopped into the car.
"Yes Mistress, I have." Rachel said and started the car. As she back out the driveway, Quinn leaned over and buried her head between Rachel's legs. Rachel gasped in pleasure.
"Keep driving. Go to the mall." Quinn said, pulling away. Rachel nodded, trying to focus only on her driving which was really difficult with what Quinn was currently doing to her.
"Mistress, please -" Rachel gasped when Quinn suddenly inserted her tongue into Rachel. Quinn smiled as best she could and pulled her tongue out, thrusting is back in again after a moment. The car swerved sharply and Quinn sat up.
"What are you doing? You're supposed to be driving." she snapped.
"Sorry, mistress, You distracted me." Rachel said, panting slightly. Quinn frowned.
"You'll have to learn to control yourself better, Berry. Soon enough, you'll be driving me everywhere and while I won't always feel the need to taste you, I quite often will and you'll need to learn to not let it distract you. Do you understand?" Quinn told her.
"Yes Mistress. I understand" Rachel turned her focus back to driving, knowing that Quinn would not be pleasuring her for the rest of the trip. She was right; Quinn spent the rest of the trip staring out the window. They got to the mall and Rachel parked the car before getting out and following behind Quinn, her head hung in submission. She heard some whispers as she walked past people but chose to ignore them.
"We're here." Rachel looked up at the shop. "Tattoo Parlour" was splayed across the top of the door and inside, the room was very dark.
"M-mistress. What are we doing?" Rachel asked, suddenly nervous. Quinn smiled and grabbed hold of her pet's arm, dragging the protesting girl into the shop.
"I told you I wanted something pretty to look at while I screwed you senseless, didn't I? And you agreed to it, I can remember it clearly." Quinn told her, handing a piece of paper to the tattoo artist. Rachel was led to a table where Quinn told her to lie face down.
"Where is the tattoo going, mistress?" Rachel asked as she clambered onto the bed.
"You're getting two. One is going on your back, at the base of your spine, the other is going on your left breast, just above where your bra sits." she replied and Rachel nodded. She lay down and waited while the tattoo artist got sorted.
"Is it the same tattoo in both places, mistress?" she asked. Quinn shook her head.
"No, there's a butterfly tangled in a vine on your back and on your breast will be the letters Q and F. Now, no more questions, Just be a good girl and get branded for me. I'm just going to buy some things and I'll be back in about an hour when you're all done and I'll take you home." With that Quinn marched out the door without a second glance. Rachel turned her head so she was looking down at the floor just as the needle pricked her for the first time and she gasped. As the man kept working on the tattoo, she began to ignore the needle and just thought about everything that had happened that weekend. She couldn't believe what a slut she had become within the course of five days. As promised, Quinn came back after an hour, laden with multiple shopping bags. By this time, Rachel had been flipped over onto her back and the man was working on her front tattoo. It was almost finished and Rachel was glad.
"All done, dirty girl?" Quinn asked as the man finished. Rachel nodded and stood up. Quinn paid and left the shop, handing the bags to Rachel and going back to the car. Rachel was very much aware of how obvious her new tattoos were and wished she could somehow cover them up. Suddenly, a little voice sounded in her head. Suck it up, Berry. You chose to become her slave. You could have refused but you agreed to do everything she says and abide by her rules. Suck it up! After that, she straightened her posture, although still kept her head down submissively, and was proud to show off her tattoos, showing who she belonged to.