As she pulled up into the driveway of her fathers' house, Rachel let out a sigh that she had arrived in one piece considering the mind-blowing things Quinn was currently doing to her nether regions. When Quinn felt the car stop, she lifted her head, almost in dismay.
"Will you come inside, mistress?" Rachel asked tentatively. Quinn cocked her head to the side for a moment, thinking.
"I think I will, I mean, you're going to be spending a lot of time at my house from now on. I might as well clear it with you fathers and tell them why you're going to be unavailable." She mussed. Rachel nodded but went red at the thought of her fathers knowing exactly what she was doing when she was at Quinn's house. Sex slavery, although still generally uncommon, was becoming a bigger thing, especially here in Lima. A lot of the adults were in a dominant/submissive relationship and a fair few teenager had decided to try their hand at it, although it did not have as high a rate of working out. Rachel knew her fathers would understand her decision to become a submissive slave, one of them having been a submissive at one point in his life.
"Rachel!" Quinn snapped her fingers in front of Rachel's face to get her attention. Rachel shook her head to clear her thoughts and got out of the car, going around to the passenger side to open the door fro Quinn. Quinn smiled at her when she automatically got on her knees to crawl to the front door.
"Get up, Berry. Until I've cleared everything with your fathers, you don't have to be submissive towards me when we are at your house. And It might be a few weeks before everything is cleared." Quinn said. Rachel threw her a grateful smile and stood back up, brushing off her knees. Together they went to the front door and Rachel knocked, having left her key at home when she left for Quinn's house on Friday. Before long, Rachel's dad, Hiram, opened the door.
"Rachel! I'm glad you're home. And who's your friend?" He asked. Rachel took a deep breath and uncrossed her arms which had been folded across her chest, hiding the branding tattoo. Hiram gasped.
"You didn't! Oh, Rachel, you should have told us." He cried pulling the girl into a hug.
"I was going to, but it all happened in such a rush, daddy. It only started last Wednesday." Rachel explained, pulling out of her father's embrace.
"Wednesday? Well, isn't this a bit rash then? I mean, are you sure you want to belong to her for life, because now that you've been branded, you can't go back." He told her.
"Who's at the door?" Rachel heard her other dad, Leroy call from the kitchen.
"It's Rachel. And she has something to tell you." Hiram called back. He gestured for the two girls to come inside and they followed him into the kitchen where Leroy was making dinner. As they walked, Rachel folded her arms over her chest again.
"Rachel, honey. I've missed you this weekend! Did you have fun?" Leroy asked. Rachel blushed as she remembered all the fun she'd had over the weekend.
"It seems you'll be missing our daughter a little more from now on." Hiram said, non too subtly. Rachel shot him a look. Leroy looked confused.
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at his husband.
"Rachel, show your father." Hiram told her. Reluctantly, Rachel unfolded her arms, allowing the fresh tattoo to show. Leroy gasped, just like Hiram had when he first saw the tattoo.
"Rachel! Oh, my little girl's growing up!" Leroy cried. Rachel was surprised. She hadn't been expecting this reaction from Leroy. It had been Hiram who was in a dominant/submissive relationship before meeting Leroy and so Rachel wasn't really worried about his reaction. It had been Leroy's reaction that was worrying her.
"Y-you don't mind?" she asked.
"No. I don't mind. I know that you're old enough to know what you want and if this is how you feel, then that's up to you." he told her sincerely. Rachel grinned at him. This whole time, Quinn had been silent, just watching Rachel interact with her fathers.
"Um, Mr and Mr Berry, I would just like to say that I will take the greatest care of your daughter. She means a lot to me." Quinn spoke up. Hiram looked at the pretty blonde cheerleader and knew from her eyes that she was telling the truth.
"I trust you. However, I would very much like to know your name." he said, throwing a pointed glance at Rachel who went red again.
"Dad, daddy, this is my new Mistress, Quinn Fabray." Rachel introduced the grinning blonde and hung her head again. The other three occupants of the room laughed a little.
"Rachel, what did I tell you about being submissive in your own house?" Quinn scolded. She was amazed at how quickly Rachel had adopted a new way of living.
"Sorry, Mistress." Rachel apologised, raising her head. Her fathers watched in amazement as the two girls interacted.
"Er, would you like to stay for dinner, Quinn? It shouldn't be too far away." Leroy offered after a moment of silence.
"Um, okay. It will have to be a short dinner though because I have to get home and do some things before school tomorrow." she sad. Leroy nodded.
"Fine. Why don't you two go into the living room for a while?" Quinn nodded and began to walk to the living room, motioning for Rachel to follow her when the girl didn't immediately move. Once they got into the living room, Rachel heard her fathers begin to talk, apparently about her new life.
"Rachel? Are you okay?" Quinn asked her, using her finger to tilt the smaller girl's chin up.
"Yes, mistress. I'm fine." Rachel sounded like a machine rattling off a list of instructions. Quinn raised an eyebrow.
"Really, Rachel. I can tell that you're not fine. What's wrong?" She pressed the matter further. Rachel took a deep breath.
"They didn't react the way I thought they were going to. It's almost like they were waiting for this to happen. It's kind of upsetting knowing that they're so willingly giving me up." Rachel said. Quinn widened her eyes.
"That's what you're upset about? Rachel, there's a few reasons they're letting you go so easily. First, because you've already been branded. They can't take you back unless I abuse you and you report me. Second, they trust your decision to do what you want. They're not giving you away, they're letting you grow up and make your own decisions." Quinn tried to reassure her. It didn't work as well as Quinn would have liked but Rachel seemed a little more calm about the matter.
"Are you sure, mistress?" she asked, looking up through her thick lashes.
"I'm positive. Now, I think you need a punishment for not listening to my earlier instruction about not being submissive in your own home." She took her keys out of her pocket and handed them to Rachel.
"Go out to the car, get the Victoria Secret bag and bring it to me." she instructed, Rachel nodded and disappeared. While she waited, Quinn looked at the various photos lining the walls of the living room. The majority of them were of Rachel, either performing or just posing. In each one, she looked happy, content, but there was something missing. Something that Quinn no longer saw in Rachel's eyes since Wednesday.
"Mistress? I've got the bag." Rachel said, coming up behind her. Quinn turned around and took the bag, rummaging through until she found what she wanted. Pulling out a pair of panties like the ones from Thursday's lunch escapade.
"Put these on and you will wear them for the rest of the evening until I leave, got it?" Quinn said, handing them to Rachel. Rachel eagerly took them and nodded. The half hour she had been home had been the longest time all weekend that she had not been touched or made aroused by Quinn, except for the hour at the tattoo parlour. Rachel was quickly becoming addicted to sex and if Quinn wasn't careful, Rachel could become solely dependant on it.
"Go, Rachel" Quinn said, giving the girl a shove towards the stairs. Rachel quickly ran up and within minutes, she was back down again, just in time for Hiram to call out that dinner was ready.
"Just a second!" Quinn called out. She fiddled around with the remote control that linked to the panties Rachel was wearing and set them on a medium vibrate setting. Rachel immediately gasped.
"Remember, don't show it. Just like in the car. Focus on the outside and let the panties do what they can." Quinn told her and the two of them went into the dining room. All throughout dinner, Rachel struggled to focus only on the conversation. Hiram and Leroy noticed their daughter's slight discomfort and shared a secret smile, knowing what was happening.
By the time Quinn left, leaving instructions for Rachel to be ready to go to school at 7.30 the next day, Rachel was completely wet and in desperate need for release. Something she wasn't going to get now until tomorrow because Quinn had forbidden her from self-pleasuring. Groaning, Rachel went upstairs, saying goodnight to her fathers and lay down on her bed, knowing that it was going to be a long night of pain.