Liza would never know exactly where Glyndale's was, except that it was about an hour's drive from the Hall. They took many side roads to get there and the tinted glass in the windows in the rear of the Rolls made reading signposts at night difficult.

Finally, they turned into the mouth of a drive closed by a pair of tall iron gates that only opened once the unseen person monitoring the gates' security cameras confirmed Sir Henry's identity and that he had a reservation. Then they drove up a winding drive and onto a broad sweep of gravel before the front of a large country house that had obviously been converted into some kind of business.

'This is probably the most exclusive private restaurant and hotel in the south of England,' Sir Henry told her earnestly as Riley parked the Rolls next to a couple of dozen other extremely expensive cars. 'Every guest you see here tonight will either be a master, a mistress or submissive. They are used to the best service and the most relaxed atmosphere. Everybody is at their ease and every submissive is on their best behaviour. I would not like you to disappoint me.'

'No, Sir, I won't Sir,' Liza promised, shivering with fear, embarrassment and strange excitement.

'You will eat neatly. Remember what I told you about the order you use cutlery. And when you speak, I don't want to hear any of those common vowels. Remember your lessons.'

'I will, Sir.'

He took up her leash, which was a fine black chain clipped to her nose ring, and then helped her out of the car.

She was dressed for the occasion. A shimmering black sequinned dress with matching high-heeled shoes clung to her body. It had cutaways for her breasts and groin and bottom, framing and accentuating her pale flesh. Her collar and steel ring set had been changed for one in glossy black. She had black cuffs locked to her wrists which were chained, through slits in the sides of her gown, to black garters, which in turn were chained on the inside to her labial rings, so that they would not slide down. Jane Meacham had arranged her hair in an elegant, swept-up pile on top of her head.

Except for the chains and rings and exposed flesh, she could have been some Hollywood film star from the last century, she thought.

As Sir Henry led her towards the awning over the front entrance, Liza followed him with her head high, struggling to contain her dizzy anticipation. For a moment she forgot she was a sex pet. It all her life she could never have imagined coming to such a place. And now she was here...

Her ringed nipples were standing up like thimbles and felt as if they would burst, recalling her to reality. Then she thought she would faint from shame. How many strangers would there be looking at her inside? Then she saw another well-dressed man and woman approaching the entrance just ahead of them. The woman held a leash at the end of which was a lovely girl wearing even less than Liza.

She had a mane of straight blonde hair hanging down her back plaited into a perfect pigtail. A chain hung from its very end which plunged down between her slim naked buttocks and hooked into her anus. She held the middle of a loop of gold chain in her mouth, the ends of hung down to fasten to her ringed nipples. Another pair of chains hung down from those rings over her stomach to a set of three rings pierced through her pink pussy lips. Under them, the ends of the chain came together in a small golden padlock.

She was not the only sex pet here, Liza told herself. If she was with Sir Henry, then this was normal...

Inside there was a glittering foyer and an immaculate Maître d' who noted Sir Henry's name and confirmed his table and offered drinks to himself and his pet. They sat in easy chairs and drink. As her wrists were still cuffed to her garters she could not hold a glass, so they hung a little wire frame around her neck to hold it and she drank through a long straw.

The blonde girl was kneeling on a cushion at the feet of her master and mistress, also drinking out of a straw. At another chair, another pet rested between her master's feet. She had a kind of golden muzzle over her nose and mouth.

This is all perfectly normal, Liza told herself once again. She saw Sir Henry smiling at her excited schoolgirl expression of delight and she smiled foolishly back. She was his pet; his property, and yet she was also important enough to be shown off. Did that make sense? Perhaps it was all a dream so she might as well enjoy it...

They were escorted into the restaurant proper, which was already half-filled with well-dressed men and women and virtually naked submissives, to their table for two. Like all the others, it was partially concealed from those around it by latticework screens, giving it a kind of semi-privacy. It was here that the illusion of being in an exclusive restaurant broke down again.

Her chair was fitted with hooks and chains. There was a tall narrow metal dome with a handle on top on the middle of the chair, like a strangely shaped food cover, which the waiter lifted off smartly. Underneath it was an anal rod and vaginal dildo, shiny with fresh oil, jutting upwards from out of the seat through perfectly stitched holes in the middle of a thick white napkin. Her eyes widened in surprise and she looked at Sir Henry, who nodded slightly as he unclipped his leash from her nose ring. It was a test of her composure as a perfect pet.

Taking a deep breath, Liza sat herself down upon them as if it was most natural thing in the world, sighing gently as she was plugged. She felt the cool linen under her bottom. It was there to catch her juices, she realized. I'm sitting on a pussy napkin, she told herself! Well of course, all the best restaurants provide them.

In the same manner, the waiter calmly hooked her collar rings to the high back of the chair, with enough slack to allow her to move a little. More chains were looped around from the sides of the chair and hooked to her nipple rings. Her wrists were un-cuffed from her garters and chained to the arms of the chair, with enough slack to allow her to eat.

A proper napkin was laid in her lap over her naked, ringed and plugged pussy, and then a leather-bound menu was presented to Sir Henry. He ordered for both of them, of course, naming things she had never heard of before. He also ordered fresh drinks, which arrived swiftly. She had her hands free now and was able to drink normally.

He toasted her. 'I hope you enjoy your dinner, Eliza.'

'I'm sure I will, Sir,' she said in her best-spoken voice.

It was then that she became aware of noises from other tables.

Pet girls, some seated with their masters and others squatting down beside them on cushions, were beginning to sigh and moan happily. The screens made it hard to see exactly why.

Then she felt a little electric jolt of pain in her nipples. She looked round to see Sir Henry had his hand over a small box on his side of the table that she had not noticed before. He touched another button and she felt the purr of the vibrator in her pussy.

'It is to enhance your pleasure and mine,' he said. 'I want this meal to be a memorable one...'

Liza gasped as the anal rod gave her a brief shock.

'It also a test of your composure,' he continued. 'While we eat I will stimulate you until you climax in a passionate but ladylike fashion. You will do it decorously, as if in a rapture over the food and the company. Not too loud and certainly without any bad language...'

She was not here as his equal, she reminded herself: she was still his toy and plaything. She was going to ride the vibrator until she came when he chose. He was showing off his power to all the other rich people in the room, as they were to each other. For a second she felt a flash of disgust and hate at how she was being used. It was so cruel! Then the vibrator buzzed inside her again and she shuddered with helpless delight. Unfortunately, she couldn't help responding to a little cruelty.

'Yes, Sir. I'll try Sir...' Liza said meekly.

The first course arrived. Carefully she picked up the right set of cutlery and began to eat. She was not sure what it all was but it tasted wonderful.

Sir Henry watched her eat with one hand hovering over the box, timing little jolts of pain in her nipples or bottom to highlight the spiciness or sharpness of a particular mouthful. Then he sent a warming buzz through her pussy when she tasted something sweeter or simply something strange that she had never tasted before. A new experience was good, he was telling her. Enjoy it. She was being educated through her pussy!

The second course arrived with a whole new range of flavours, which Sir Henry accentuated for her. Her nipples and tingled and her anus clenched and her clit throbbed against its ring while her pussy dribbled freely. She could feel the napkin under her bottom soaking up her juices. It was getting uncomfortable...

Would they soak right through it and stain the chair seat underneath? She did not want to do any damage. Could you get a fresh one? How did you do that? Politely and properly through her master, of course...

'Please, Sir, could you ask them to bring a fresh pussy serviette for me?'

Sir Henry smiled. 'Of course, Eliza,' he said, and signalled to a waiter.

He was pleased with how she had behaved. Perhaps a wet pussy napkin was a compliment to his stimulation and her juiciness. She had been a good pet...

A fresh napkin was brought. Her collar chains were unfastened so she could stand, pulling the rods out of her anus and rectum. The sodden napkin was removed and fresh one put in its place. The waiter cleaned the shafts that had been inside her, and then delicately wiped her wet bottom with a cloth before she was sat down again, impaling herself once more. She felt the cool, crisp fresh linen under her bottom. It felt so nice...

And so the strangest meal she had ever eaten continued.

After a while, all the sensations began to merge into one: the unfamiliar taste and aroma of the food, her growing arousal and heat, the excited scent of other pet girls, the perverse thrill of her exposure, and the image of Sir Henry across the table from her, smiling and asking what she thought of each dish. She was getting dizzy and not just from the wine. It was all cruel and terrible and amazing and wonderful...

Finally, they reached the sweet course.

It was some amazing concoction of spun sugar and fruit and chocolate and cream that looked more like the work of art and seemed almost too good to eat. She took a mouthful and the taste sensation burst on her tongue.

Sir Henry pressed a button and the vibrator came alive inside her, accentuated by sharp little jolts in her throbbing nipples.

This was the moment!

She had dined like a good pet and now she must cum like one!

She thrust her chained hands down into her lap and cupped her pussy as it burst. She churned her hips about the impaling rods, squeezing hard upon them. She clenched her teeth so she would not be too loud and jerked her head forward so that her collar chains clinked as they held her back. Something between a sigh and a groan escaped her lips, carrying all her pent-up passion with it. She stared into Sir Henry's face while her pussy sprayed its juices out over her napkin. Then everything went misty and dim as she was transported to paradise.

When her vision cleared again, Sir Henry was beaming at her.

'I'm so glad to see that you enjoyed your meal, Eliza,' he said.