He watches as she gets out of her car at the sandwich shop across the street. It is a hot summer day and she is wearing a sleeveless sundress, conservative enough for the office where she works, but it does not completely disguise the lovely body underneath. The hem stops just above her knee but he can still see her toned calves, the product of regular visits to the gym.  She must be in a bold mood today, she is wearing some very high heels instead of her usual sensible shoes. Her hair is pulled back and he can see her earrings. Light blue gemstones, the same color as her eyes, hang down and sparkle in the sunlight. Normally it would be hard for him to see this much detail about someone sixty yards away but he is using binoculars. He knew where she would eat lunch today and when. The only surprise is seeing a co-worker with her. Very unexpected. He will have to wait and see if this changes things or not.

He loses sight of her until she steps up to the booth in the window. The seat she chooses will be critical. He is watching her from inside the store he owns and his store is not directly across the street. Because of the angle he will either have a view of her face and her legs under the table or just a glimpse of her legs and the back of her head. She picks the correct seat  but as she sits down she does two things that catch his attention. She places a napkin on the bench when her co-worker is not looking and as she sits she discreetly lifts her skirt so she is sitting on the napkin instead of the skirt. He props his elbows on the sales counter to eliminate any vibration of the binoculars. This may get interesting. She makes small talk with the other woman  while eating and drinking with one hand. Her other hand never leaves her lap. Actually it is not in her lap. With the binoculars he can see her hand is between her legs. And though he can’t see what she is doing he knows she is touching herself. That explains why she did not want to sit on her skirt. If she gets wet enough her skirt would get wet too. Especially if she climaxes. Who wants to go back to work with a damp skirt? No, he can’t see exactly what she is doing but he knows she is pleasuring  herself. He knows because he told her to do it. “I want a finger in your pussy the whole time you are sitting down.” “Yes Sir.” “I want you to come.” “Yes Sir.”

She is his submissive, his pet. But she is only a part time pet. She is another man’s full time wife. Their time together is very limited. Stolen hours here and there. Taking off work early for a doctor’s appointment. Skipping the gym to get her heart rate up in a completely different way. Sexting has become Subbing, he sends her a task to do for him. Tasks she can do to please him even if he is not with her. She reports back the details of completing the task. Today her task was to pleasure herself at lunch. He had not expected a co-worker to be with her and her commitment surprises him. Pleases him. She will get a reward for this. He notices when she stops talking. Stops eating. It could be she is entranced with whatever her co-worker is saying but then her heads tilts back ever so slightly. He watches her maintain her composure as her lips open just a little. He knows if she were with him a moan would be building deep within her. A moan that could turn into a howl. Wait. She is moving her hand from between her legs. She is disobeying his orders. Her fingers were not to leave her pussy. She turns her head slightly, not completely toward him but enough for him to know she is acknowledging him. She lifts her fingers to her mouth and licks them as if she licking off the salt from the chips she is eating. She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, smiles, and returns her fingers to where they are supposed to be. A smile spreads across his face and an erection strains his pants. “Oh you sassy little kitten. I know exactly what you want…and you will get it.”