Zoey nibbled at her lower lip and watched him when his hand fell from her breast. She had to admit that she did like it when he played with her flesh without the explicit intent to be her suffering. it wasa marked change and one that she was quickly growing addicted to. she cringed at his joke , not immediately seeing it for what it was. The thought of his torments were still fresh though seeing the subtle curve of his lips she realized the he was simply teasing her and she relaxe against him.  Taking a deep breath,  breathing in his scent, was an amazing comfort and for a moment she simply enjoyed his warmth. It was always fleeting but that only made the fallen noble cherish it all the more.<br/><br/>She was right. The warmth and comfort fled her with the reminder of what was to come. Her closest friens were to be invited to have there way with her and she was to play her part and go along with it like the good pet she was. it was a chilling thought but she knew to do anything less was to prove herself unworthy. A shudder worked its way up her spine at the thought of what that failure would cost her. "Yes Master, of course I will be my best for you." was all she could thing to say although even with simple words she could not muster the false cheer that she hoped he did not expect.<br/><br/>Her mind was a maze of fear and doubt as she took the glass from him and began her shakey walk to the kitchen. She waited a brief moment for the glass to be cleane and then hurried back to replace it next to the bottle where it usually sat when he was not utilizing it. It was a small thing and she was not sure that she was even to concern herself. Still, she did not see how going bove and beyond could be wrong.<br/><br/>It was a quick walk to the bedroom.and she bit her lip, knocked softly even as she silipped inside. "Do you need anything before I come to be Master? or is it just my warmth you crave?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>