The next morning, Rachel was waiting at the front door of her fathers' house, waiting for Quinn to arrive. She had kept the panties on and her pussy was aching with need. Her fathers had already left for work, saying goodbye and good luck before they left. Rachel knew that from now on, she would be required to go straight to Quinn's house until 9pm every day after school. On Fridays, she would go to Quinn's house and stay for the weekend, coming home on Sunday afternoon. It wasn't the best scenario as she still needed to fit in homework but she had chosen this life and now had to stick with it.
"Rachel! Get in the car, we're late!" Quinn called from her car as she pulled up in front of the house. Rachel ran over to he car and got in, this time on the passenger side. Until she got her license, she would not be able to drive Quinn to school.
"Sorry, mistress." Rachel apologised, ducking her head. Quinn reached over and stroked Rachel's pussy, feeling how wet it was.
"You didn't take the panties off did you?" she asked with a laugh.
"No mistress."
"Well, guess who's not getting release for the rest of the day? I told you to take them off after I left and you didn't listen. So now, I'm going to put them on the highest setting for the rest of the day and if I find out you've released yourself, Your punishment will be even worse." Quinn laughed.
"Yes Mistress. Sorry mistress." The internally hit herself for not taking the panties off. Now she was going to be in aching, needing pain all day. They pulled into the school car -park and Quinn got out.
"I'm off to Cheerios practise. You can go study in the library. Remember, no talking to anyone, especially Finn. I will, in time, allow you to talk to some people without my permission but for now, no-one is to be talked to. Understood?" Rachel nodded her head and dragged her heavy bag out of the car.
"Am I meeting you in the bathroom at lunch, mistress?" Rachel asked.
"Yes. Every lunch time from now on, you will meet me in the bathroom because I know you can't survive a whole day without sex." Quinn said and walked off, laving Rachel to drag her bag to her locker.
"Rachel!" Spinning around, Rachel saw Kurt marching towards her, an angry look on his face. She slammed her locker shut and turned away, knowing she shouldn't talk to him. She began to walk away, going faster and faster until she was running, tears pouring down her face. She could hear Kurt calling out behind her but ignored him. As she turned the corner, she ran straight into Quinn.
"Mistress! I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there!" Rachel began to apologise but Quinn put her finger over the brunette's lips, silencing her.
"Why were you running, little one?" Rachel opened her mouth to talk but paused. Quinn had called her 'little one'. It was a new nickname, one that made Rachel feel even smaller and more under Quinn's control.
"I asked you a question, little one. Answer me or I will be forced to punish you." Quinn looked at her forcefully. Rachel was about to ignore her question, wondering what her punishment would be, but instead decided to answer, thinking that her punishment would probably not be enjoyable.
"I was running to get away from Kurt, mistress. He wanted to talk to me but I know you said I couldn't talk to him unless you told me to." Rachel explained. Quinn tipped her head to the side and looked at her pet.
"I think you can talk to Lady Hummel. He's not going to flirt with you. Yes, you can talk to him, show him who you belong to, maybe he can spread the word to your fellow glee clubbers." Quinn said, pushing Rachel's hair back, revealing the pink and purple branding tattoo.
"Yes, mistress, thank-you mistress." Rachel smiled happily and turned around to go and find Kurt.
"Rachel. Remember, only talk to Kurt." Quinn warned and disappeared into the throng of students milling around. Rachel went on her way, mainly going to her classroom but keeping an eye out for Kurt too. He seemed to have disappeared during the time that she had been talking to Quinn. It wasn't surprising really. Kurt was terrified of Quinn on account of the multitude of slushie facials he had received from her over the years. Finally giving up, she walked into her classroom. She sat down in her usual seat, in the middle of the classroom. She let her mind wander while she waited for the class to begin.
"Er, hello? Rachel? Earth to Rachel?" A hand waved in her face, startling her. She looked up into the dark brown eyes of Santana Lopez. She looked questioningly at the Latina, wondering what she wanted.
"Cat got your tongue, Berry? Or maybe a certain blonde's got your tongue?" Santana teased, sitting down beside her. When Rachel opened her mouth to retort and stopped, Santana grinned.
"I'm right. She's my best friend, Berry, She tells me everything. And I can see your brand." Santana said quietly, pointing to Rachel's chest. Although Rachel was grateful that Santana didn't point it out to the world, she still didn't say anything.