Soft, sweet breaths rasped past her lips when his finger eased from her with surprising gentility. Her face was flushed from her strong orgasm and flushed more deeply when he stroked his fingers through the abundant wetness on her thigh. After the intense pleasure that had ripped through her, she could no longer hold herself still and squirmed to try and get his hand back in contact with her mound. She twitched and shook as the teasing touch along with the still insistent buzz of the toy drove her to distraction. With his permission though, Zoey carefully removed the toy and sagged in relief when the buzzing against her sensitized inner flesh stopped. The toy still buzzed in her hand and she looked at it with a little fear. She could not shake the image of being forced to endure that as a punishment. It felt intensely good in the short term but she knew that it would be hell to have to wear it for any length. It was another thought that reminded her to be her best, so she would never have to find out.<br/><br/>She saw his hand, wet with her fluids, and blushed in shame at the stark evidence of her lust. With the toy still buzzing in her hand she opted to clean his fingers first. His needs were always the first thing she would address. She was going to be the best slave she could be and knew that he did somewhere inside, care for her. At least she hoped. So she dutifully cleaned his wet fingers. The taste on her tongue and the lewdness of the act were both degrading and highly arousing. She could not imagine a proper noble-born girl cleaning her Master's fingers and that left her with a hot, insistent need in the pit of her stomach. Was she really becoming so debased? Her eyes stared up at him as she finished cleaning his hand and for a moment she enjoyed how he towered over her. It was at once imposing and safe. Zoey knew that Quentin was sure to cause her pain in the future but she also knew that only pain he allowed would affect her and that as long as she was his that she would be spared anything he did not expressly allow. It was a strangely comforting thought.<br/><br/>When he pulled away she was drawn away from her thoughts. While he rummaged around in the cabinet she set to work cleaning the toy. This time she did not simply take it into her mouth; she held it up, holding it tightly but carefully and let her moist, pink tongue run over it. The tip slipped into any little areas, sweeping the wetness away with her tongue. She could have taken it into her mouth to clean. It would have been quicker for certain, but the display was for her Master if he looked over. She wanted him to be aroused by her. Her Master was clearly aroused by what he did to her but Zoey wanted to be the cause, just her. She was not sure he noticed, but even if not, it was practice for when he was paying attention. She set the toy aside, out of the way, where she was sure it would be safe.<br/><br/>The sight of the piston machine was frightening enough for her but the assortment of phallic attachments she was to choose from. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip and she just stared for a moment<span style="color: indigo">"y-yes Master"</span>She said quietly when her instructed her. Her eyes skipped along to one that she thought was roughly Quentin's size. She did not think that there was a point to testing ones smaller than that. She knew that Quentin would be getting excited and she knew that with his excitement came impatience. She wanted to hurry so she had little ceremony in working the first toy into herself. She whimpered softly as she sunk it in. Immediately she knew that she had misjudged and that it was smaller than her Master. She did not linger on how it was that she was able to tell so quickly but she did pull it out. Holding it up she took up the next one and with one hand she started to insert it with a little moan. This one was very much the equivalent of her Master, she thought as her mouth licked and sucked the first toy clean. She was so focused on testing and cleaning the toys, always two at a time, that she did not realize how the sight of her like that might look to an observer. Only one size larger was comfortable and the one after that she hissed in discomfort. It was a stretching feeling and while it still felt good, it was definitely uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Once it had been tidied up with her mouth and tongue she watched the piston move back and forth rapidly. She swallowed hard, knowing that this would be a trial unlike anything that she had endured so far. Still she held the attachment out to him, licking her lips nervously.<span style="color: indigo">"Here Master, this is the one you requested." </span>Her eyes searched his, wondering if she was pleasing him with her behavior and obedience. She liked it much better when he was happy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>