It was embarrassing being fed like a child but the smell and taste of the food left her with little objection. After having so little to eat recently she was just happen to enjoy a proper meal. As awkward and degrading as it was, Zoey was secretly glad for it. It helped her keep the delusion of decorum. Had Quentin given her free reign to eat she was certain that her hunger would have trumped her dignity and she would have simply gorged. His thoughts were not far wrong either. Relying on him to feed her and the act itself reinforced her position and left her very aware that even this minor enjoyment was only at his whim and could be snatched away from her should he so choose.<br/><br/>Her eyes were drawn to the sound of the toy buzzing against the surface of the table and a noticeable tremble ran up her spine. Her head hung, vainly attempted to hide the very obvious signs of her embarrassment at his very direct question. She knew better than to delay her answer though.<span style="color: indigo"> "Well, Master, I-if it went deeper into me, I would assume it would be more affective."</span>Very deliberately she avoided using the word 'better'. "<span style="color: indigo">Or if the vibration was stronger."</span>She was already dreading the inevitable revision that would no doubt have her writhing helplessly and driven nearly mad with pleasure. She swallowed the next mouthful of food and concluded her assessment.<span style="color: indigo"> "Other than that I can think of nothing else Sir. It was most effective as it was."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>