Rachel smiled as she buckled Fara into her car seat. After her leak at the art museum she was particularly pliable.

“Are you calling our friends Sarah pet?” Rachel handed Fara another sippy cup of water.

“On it,” Sarah began dialing Tara.

“Be sure they pick out somewhere nice,” Rachel closed Fara’s door and hopped into the driver’s seat. “I will pay if no one can afford it.” Fara kicked her feet as Sarah conversed back and forth between Tara over the phone and Rachel in the driver’s seat. She normally would protest at being talked over like a child but she was glad to settle into some inner quiet for a moment after leaking in the middle of a museum.

After some minor heated discussion everyone agreed to an acceptably above average steak house to do lunch at. Rachel arrived after the others.

“They must have been nearby,” Rachel hopped out of the driver’s seat and went to help Fara get out. Once Fara was out Rachel quickly pressed against hell pull-up. “Still dry that’s good.” Fara blushed at the sudden check but didn’t say anything. “Let’s head in I am rather peckish.” Rachel subtlety grabbed Fara’s hand, Fara was too busy with her sippy cup to think about it much.

They made their way to a large booth in the back where the others were already enjoying drinks.

“Thank God you’re here,” Tara waved to Rachel, Sarah, and Fara. “I thought I would have to pay.”

“No no dear, keep your wallet away I am here.” Rachel, Sarah, Fara sat down at the end of the round booth, Fara sitting between Rachel and Sarah. The other girls were dressed in sporty shirts and pants.

“What are you guys up to?” Sarah asked noting the sporty attire.

“Riley found this mountain biking thing close to the cabin,” Annabelle explained. “We’re goin’ back up after this.”

“How bout you guys go?” Patty asked.

“A lovely art museum,” Rachel answered.

“Should’ve gone with you guys,” Tara complained.

“Tara here is not the most athletic,” Patty nudged Tara with her elbow.

“Yeah cuz there’s all kinda of career’s in mountain biking I’m missing out on.”

“Don’t be salty.” As the banter continued Rachel somewhat conspicuously lifted Fara’s skirt and checked her pull-up again.

“Woah what are you doing over there?” Riley asked loudly.

“Why checking Fara’s pull-up,” Rachel answered calmly.

“Keep it down Riley,” Fara spat back.

“You’re mad at me?” Riley asked angrily. “I’m not the one who …”

“Hey hey take it easy,” Annabelle put her hands on Riley’s shoulders.

“Fara isn’t quite used to it yet. We need to make sure she doesn’t leak,” Rachel explained.

“It’s fine Riley,” Fara growled.

“Well try and be discreet about it,” Riley said indignantly.

“She was until you yelled at her.” Fara grumbled. Riley threw her hands up in defeat and fell back into her seat. The whole group sat in an uncomfortable silence until they were saved by the server.

“What can I get everyone?” she said in a fake cheery attitude. Fara studied the menu as the other girls all ordered their things.

“My friend will have the house salad,” Rachel ordered for Fara. “Trust me I’ve been here before,” Rachel silenced Fara’s complaints quickly and handed her another sippy cup of water and quickly checking her again. “Still dry. You’re not holding it are you?”

“No,” Fara responded defensively.

“Well make sure you aren’t,” Rachel was vaguely threatening. Fara huffed as she kept drinking her sippy cup.

The food eventually came and the girls all engaged in conversation. Rachel was unusually doting, helping Fara cut her food up and wiping her mouth for her. This was all disguised as her making sure Fara’s dress stayed clean. Fara did not suspect otherwise. Rachel checked Fara two more times during the meal. The frequency of the checks was beginning to annoy and embarrass Fara, but she couldn’t exactly argue against it after what had happened earlier that day. This was of course intentional. Rachel and Sarah were determined to annoy and embarrass Fara into wanting diapers. Of course that was only a gateway to more embarrassment.

“So what are your plans now,” Annabelle asked mouth full of pasta.

“Well I thought we might go back to the cabin for a bit,” Rachel was sure to finish the bite she was chewing before talking.

“Oh god take me with you,” Tara groaned. “I can’t take more mountain biking.

“Unless you wanna ride in a car seat you’re stuck with us,” Patty said patting Tara on the head.

“She is right,” Rachel apologized. “Sorry dear, I only have the two car seats.”

“Bleh,” Tara played with the rest of her food having gotten acceptably full a few moments ago.

“I have this great brownie mix we might make,” Rachel pondered.

“Brownies?” Patty perked up.

“We’ll make some for you later Pat,” Sarah giggled as Rachel again casually checked Fara.

“Someone’s finally wet you weren’t holding it after all,” Rachel said cheerily.

“Rachel,” Fara groaned. Most of the girls couldn’t help a small giggle at the interaction except for Riley.

“Oh great timing,” Rachel grabbed the bill from the server who had made her way back around.

“You good Rae?” Annabelle asked. “The rest of our biking is in 30 minutes we gotta hit the road.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Rachel waved the four girls off.

“Some of us take hitting the road literally,” Patty giggled.

“Shut up,” Tara elbowed Patty’s side as the four made their way out.

“Are we really making brownies?” Fara asked once the group had left.

“We may,” Rachel handed her card to the server and began to get cash out for a tip. “Honestly I just wanted to appreciate the time alone with my pet,” Rachel gave Sarah a wry smile. “I doubt we’ll have time to later.”

“Oh I was looking forward to brownies,” Sarah was legitimately disappointed.

“Oh but you’re just as sweet,” Rachel said coyly. “You don’t mind do you Fara?”

“No it’s good,” Fara shook her head.

“Great, then let’s hurry back.”

“Careful your eager is showing,” Sarah giggled.

It was an uneventful ride back to the cabin, despite her eagerness Rachel was careful driving back. Rachel customarily helped Fara out of her car seat, checking her as she did.

“I’m already wet why are you checking again?” Fara had become more than annoyed with the constant checking.

“Just a force of habit dear,” Rachel blew off Fara’s frustrations. “Let’s go get you changed. I can handle it this time. Pet needs to go get ready.” Fara and Rachel made their way to Fara’s room. It was strange having Rachel help her, it was usually Sarah, but Rachel was just as effective. “And I’ll just go ahead and put this away,” Rachel said having fished out Fara’s petticoat which had gotten wet from the accident earlier that day.

“Thanks,” Fara had a small blush. “What am I gonna do while you two are having fun?”

“Well I do actually have brownie mix if you’re feeling up to it?”

“Yeah may as well I guess,” the two had made their way out into the living room where Sarah was waiting, wearing a very revealing body harness that left everything exposed. She was coyly holding the end of a leash attached to what was now more obviously her collar to Rachel. “Well I’ll have brownies when you two are finished,” Fara giggled. Rachel squealed as she took Sarah’s leash and made her way to their bedroom. Fara smiled and began to work on the brownies. She wasn’t a baker by any means but the brownies were simple enough, the only real issue was finding all the utensils she would require in the unfamiliar kitchen.

“Things are coming along so well pet,” Rachel pulled on Sarah’s leash throwing her back in range for another smack with the pink paddle with a heart shaped hole she was holding by her side.

“Twenty-three!” Sarah yelped loudly before returning to her position on her hands and knees.

“I just hope you don’t miss your time as my little baby doll now that our project will be filling in for you,” Rachel unceremoniously delivered another smack.

“Twenty-four!” Sarah yelped again. “Of course not mistress I am much better used as your plaything.”

“Don’t forget maid and wet nurse soon,” another smack.

“Twenty-five. Yes of course mistress I live to serve.”

“And you’re so good at it too,” Rachel approached Sarah. She grabbed both of her wrists and secured them in cuffs, locking them behind her back before doing the same with her ankles. The result was a Sarah that was bound pretty helplessly at Rachel’s feet. Rachel coyly waved a vibrator in front of Sarah’s face. “Now to finish off your little funishment.”

Fara removed her third tray of brownies from the oven. She had somewhat underestimated just how much mix was in the box. Miraculously the whole of the baking went off with only a few small stains and splotches on her dress. Fara wordlessly wondered if Rachel and Sarah were ok. They had been at it for a while. Fara wasn’t a sex expert, but she felt pretty confident that it didn’t take that long. Then again they weren’t exactly having sex. Her thoughts were interrupted by the master bedroom door opening.

“There you are,” Fara giggled. “I was starting to worry. You ok Sarah?” Sarah just nodded yes in response though she was a little shaky, and she had nothing on save her collar which Rachel held the leash to.

“Still recovering,” Rachel answered quickly. Rachel had changed into a very form fitting bikini. “I’m going to take her to soak in the hot tub for a moment.”

“That sounds fun. May I join you?”

“Pet needs some quality after care sweetie. Perhaps later.”

“Oh. Well brownies are great for aftercare, at least I assume.”

“And I can see you’ve been busy.”

“You two were at it for a while.”

“And you’ve made a mess of your dress,” Rachel made a big deal of the tiny messes on Fara’s dress.

“Really?” Fara rolled her eyes.

“Yes really,” Rachel grew stern. “Stains are unbearably hard to get out. It’s no big deal I’ll just have to remember to supervise you more next time. You can wait for Sarah to be recovered to get changed because I’m sure you need it.”

“Whatever,” Fara blushed which was an admission that she was indeed wet.

“Come come,” Rachel said sweetly to Sarah as the two made their way down stairs to the hot tub. Fara huffed as Rachel left. She wasn't used to being talked to like that. She figured that Rachel was probably still in her dominant mistress head space a little bit. That didn’t help how natural it felt when she did though. Rachel’s doting attitude and Fara’s recent change in underwear had definitely given a shift in the dynamic between her and Rachel. Fara was concerned about the long term implications of that, but for the moment she appreciated the doting about her sensitive bladder issue. She decided it was something that she could worry about later.