Pet arrives at the door of the merchant's home where Master stays. That he shares the woman's bed is of little concern to her. With how often she shares her own bed with others, it would certainly be very small of her to begrudge her Master the passions of his flesh, as much as she longs to be the one he shares them with.<br/><br/>Finding the door open she lets herself in. She was expected, of course, and carefully but audibly she shuts the door behind her, readily notifying those within that someone is here. Master will come to her when he is done with the mortal women, at his leisure, and so, with utmost submissiveness to the one who's station is and will ever be above her own, she kneels by the door of the bedroom, awaiting his exit with arms behind her back, head lowered, chest pushed forward and back arched in proper slave position.<br/><br/>"My Master, your Pet has come to you, as requested." she smiles, contentedly, waiting for her Master's word of approval, for his command to speak further, on edge and worried until she knows precisely what he wants of her for fear of displeasing him.<br/><br/>This is what her life has become. Petronella, the would-be goddess of debauchery and lust, now the willing and adoring Pet of one with an ambition as great as her own.