Santana left the education room briskly and made her way immediately to her room. Her and Jesse had been in there for the better part of an hour (at least) as they were told of what the slaves had plotted. She suspected the slaves were capable of tricks, but she really had to applaud them on their little schemes. False identities. How adorable. It was a little strange how Jesse and her were the only masters present, but that was probably because they were clearly the most capable masters there. Obviously she was better than Jesse, but someone had to come in second, duh.
She opened the door to her bedroom to be met with the sight of her slave, chained to the bed and lying on her back, probably not the best postion for her slashes but oh well. She was covered in a thin sheet, but Santana could still tell that she was stark naked, just as she’d left her. Making her way over to the bedside, Santana stared down at her slave.
“Oh Blondieee” she sing-songed, “it’s time to get uppp”