Sarah meets Pet.

They sit patiently for a few minutes, and the time drags by. Nick and Tommy sit, calm on the outside, while Sarah tears napkins into shreds and glances back repeatedly at the bathroom door. The waiter comes back, and Sarah is surprised when Tommy orders Bailey's food for her. Finally, the door swings open, and Pet steps out, her head down, hands behind her back as she walks forward to the table through the crowd. She's fixed her makeup, and her breasts, which are always full and round, are now unrestrained, pressing against her top, the nipples now clearly visible under the fabric. Her cheeks are burning red, but she approaches the table in perfect submissive mode, stepping up so that she is facing the table, Sarah and Nick on either side of her. "Hello, Sir," she says in a shy and submissive tone. "I did what you told me to."

Sarah is staring at her, looking at the woman she loves transformed into someone else, someone outside her experience. Nick nods, smiling at Pet. "Good girl," he says. "Ask Sarah if you can be seated."

"Yes, Sir," Pet answers, then turns to Sarah. Without looking up, hands still behind her back, chest thrust forward, meekly she addresses her girlfriend. "Please, Sarah, may I be seated?"

Sarah slides out and stands to the side, then looks back toward Nick, confused when Pet doesn't move. "You didn't tell her to sit, Sarah," Tommy explains.

"Seriously?" Sarah takes a deep breath, then motions toward the seat. "You can sit down, Bai- I mean, sit down, Pet."

"Yes, Sarah," Pet murmurs, sliding into the seat immediately. She folds her hands in her lap, still looking down at the tabletop, shivering slightly, not from cold. Sarah sits back down, and looks at Pet, a questioning look in her eyes.

"So how does this work?" Sarah asks, curious in spite of herself. "You make her do embarrassing stuff?"

"Some submissives are into that, yeah," Nick says. "But Pet is into service. She doesn't mind being embarrased, but it's about being able to be totally submissive. Some subs will be brats."

"They try to **** their dom to punish them," Tommy explains. "Maybe they like the pain, or they want to be broken."

"Pet isn't like that," Nick says. "Pet, how many times have we had to punish you?"

"Never, Sir, not anything serious," Pet answers. "I get spanked sometimes, but that's usually playtime, not punishment."

Sarah is staring at her, deep in thought. "You like being spanked?"

Pet looks to Nick for instructions. "I'm sorry, Pet," he says. "I wasn't clear. For the rest of this night, until we tell you otherwise, you will serve Sarah the same way you would serve us. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Pet turns and looks up, meeting Sarah's eyes, confident in her submission. "I very much like it when Sir or Miss Tommy spank me, or make me do stress positions, or tie me up."

"Stress positions?" Sarah's face is unreadable.

"Yes, Miss Sarah," Pet says, and there's a little tremor in her voice. She's getting into this, slipping into subspace with every second. "Sir will make me stand in positions that hurt, without being dangerous. I have to hold them until he releases me."

"Huh." Nick can't tell if Sarah is shocked or impressed. "So what else is going on here?"

"Usually, Pet needs to be dominated when she's upset, or has a bad day," Tommy says. "It helps her get out of her own head. Would you agree, Pet?"

"It's not so much about bad days since I met you and Sir," Pet murmurs, her knuckles tightening. She's getting very turned on being dominated in front of Sarah, and Nick decides it's okay to make her say it.

"Pet, what color are you right now?" he asks.

Sarah looks to him, questioning. "Green, Sir," Pet says, softly.

"Is your pussy wet right now?" Nick pushes, and Sarah stiffens.

"Yes, Sir," Pet answers without hesitation. "Soaked, Sir."

"Why?"

"Because Miss Sarah can see what a good girl I can be," Pet says, smiling.

Sarah is openly staring at Pet, as if seeing her for the very first time. The waiter arrives with the food, and there's a moment of quiet when they are all getting their meals. As they begin to eat, Sarah watches Tommy reach over and cut Bailey's steak for her, then pat Pet's thigh just below the hem of her skirt. "Go ahead and eat, Pet," Tommy says. "You'll need your strength when Sarah gets you home."

"Yes, Miss Tommy," Pet answers. They eat in silence for a few minutes, then Tommy gets a wicked look.

"Hey, Pet," Tommy suggests, silky-smooth. "Miss Sarah needs to see she can trust you when you tell her something. Why don't you show her your wet pussy so she knows you're being honest?"

Sarah sets her wine glass down, stills. Without pausing, Bailey slides over in the seat and turns toward Sarah, lifting her skirt high enough to show her smoothly shaved crotch. Spreading her legs as wide as she can with the table in the way, Pet holds herself open, displayed for them all. Sarah's eyes are locked on Pet's small curly pubes, fiery red.

"You can touch me if you want, Miss Sarah," Pet whispers, a quiver in her tone.

As if she's hypnotized, Sarah reaches down, tentatively, almost dreamlike. She's made love to Bailey dozens of times since they started dating, but this is more erotic than anything they've ever done together. Tracing one finger along the outer edge of Pet's nether lips, she can feel the sticky wetness of her girlfriend's excitement. She feels Pet's skin, hot and damp, sees the muscles twitch, sees Pet's eyes drift closed, her nostrils flare as the excitement hits her. Guiltily, Sarah looks back to Tommy and Nick, who have carried on eating as if nothing is happening.

Tommy smiles happily. "See how much she loves you, Sarah?" She reaches down and slides her own finger along Pet's clit, then puts her finger in her mouth, tasting the sub's juices. "Mmm, she's really going, now."

"Tommy, we promised Sarah we wouldn't play with Pet," Nick warns her. "Do I need to punish you?"

Sarah laughs, sounding shaky. "I think that much is inside the lines," she says. "Why, does Tommy like to be punished also?"

"Not so much," Nick says, then notices Pet is still holding her skirt up. "That's enough, darling, you can put your skirt down now." Pet drops her skirt back into place, but not in a hurry. "How are you doing now, Pet?"

"Wonderful, Sir."

"Still green?"

"Whatever is beyond Emerald, Sir," Pet whispers, letting out an involuntary sigh of arousal.

Tommy still has an evil grin, feeling naughty. "Pet, tell us what you would like most to be doing right now?"

That one makes even Pet halt, but she feels safe, and she trusts them. "I want to be under the table, licking Miss Sarah's pussy."

Tommy looks at Sarah, the two of them sharing a smile. "So Bailey- damn." Sarah laughs. "Pet. I'm going to have to get used to that. Pet is really getting off from being dominated, not hurt or abused or degraded."

"You got it," Nick agrees.

"What about you?" Sarah asks suddenly.

"What about us?"

"What do you get out of this?" Sarah seems genuinely curious now.

Tommy giggles. "Isn't it obvious? We're pervs, and we get off watching her get so worked up."

Nick shakes his head. "I don't think that's what I get." He closes his eyes a little. "I don't want to spoil the mood."

Pet inhales, then looks at Nick. "May I speak, Sir?"

"Of course."

"Sir has his own demons, just like I have mine," Pet says, and she looks at him lovingly. "When he takes charge of me, he protects me, and he keeps me safe, just like he does with Tommy, and that makes him feel like he's a better person than he thinks he is."

Sarah sees the look in Pet's eyes, the same look in Tommy's, and then the deeply buried pain in Nick's, and the tenderness and connection between the three of them. Suddenly, like ice melting on a summer's day, the jealousy is gone, and somehow she gets it. On an impulse, she leans across the table and kisses Nick roughly, then turns and slides her hand up under Pet's skirt, gripping her thigh and pulling her closer. Nick and Tommy are frozen in place, their turn to be caught out.

Nuzzling on Pet's shoulder and rubbing a lazy circle on her girl's thigh, Sarah smiles. "I believe you once told my girlfriend something useful, Tommy."

"What's that?" Tommy asks, squirming in her seat.

"Where's the nearest closet big enough to fit four people?"