Zoey's heart sank further upon seeing the scowl on his face, if such a thing were possible. She saw the table where the instruments of her suffering still lay and she felt her fear rise in response. When he pointed to the floor in front of him her body moved, trying to keep a feminine grace that she hoped might cheer him up slightly while at the same time also fearfully scrambling forward. Her body moved immediately to the position he had taught her and she even found herself mentally checking herself to make sure it was perfect. In the mood she knew him to be in, she knew that even the smallest error was liable to have her wailing in agony.<br/><br/>Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she tried and failed to master her breathing. She panted softly, but silently, lest the noise irk him. Still she let out a squeak as he shoved her away by her head. Arched back like this, her lower back ached immediately but she did not dare move without his permission. His fingers traced all the marks where people had signed her. the touch was sinfully gentle and to her shame she felt a heat start to trickle through the agony she felt. her shame deepened at the pleased note in his voice when he reached the final tally.<br/><br/>The questions caught her off guard and she hurried to formulate an answer so as not to make him wait.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-I guess Jack was the best Master, he said that he was only as rough as I deserved and he instructed me on how to be better. S-some of the other just used and beat me. I want to learn to be better, so that you are not forced to punish me Lord."</span>She hated herself more than ever because the statement was entirely true.<span style="color: indigo"> "None of them were worse than i deserved. I-I am the one who was worst, for failing to please you in the first place." </span>That was a lie though, the head chef had easily been the worst, rivalling her owner in punishment but with none of the concern for her improvement. He had simply punished her because he enjoyed it..<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Your servant Jack took me both first and last Master and he said i was much improved," </span>She said, and her fingers moved to point out the two places he had marked her.<span style="color: indigo"> ",but I do not know if his standards measure up to those of yourself." </span>She deeply hoped that he did not feel the need to test that now. Her mouth and throat ached severely and she worried that the muscles in her jaw would never stop throbbing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>