Zoey's breath shuddered from her trembling lips when his strong hand carefully stroked her pale cheek. She knew that it was a gesture of comfort without him showing her any hint of weakness.<span style="color: indigo">"Y-yes Master." </span>She said softly but clearly.<span style="color: indigo">"Thank you again for giving me to recover." </span>She swallowed hard, looking nervously up at him. She wanted to show her gratitude but she had been punished before over speaking out of turn. Luckily he did not seem to mind. She settled against his and within a minute her breathing slowed. It was not until Quentin shook her gently did her eyes flutter open. She weakly rubbed her eyes and yawned cutely and in that moment she looked so perfectly innocent.<br/><br/>She tried not to be a burden and struggled to exit the cart on shaking, exhausted limbs. When her Master saw fit to assist her, she was grateful and murmured another thank you. She walked as quickly as she could but still slowed him down. The bedraggled slave leaned heavily on the wall of the elevator when he helped her onto it. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief that he had not made her take the stairs. She limped to tell the kitchen staff to have the meal ready and then loped awkwardly to the bathroom. She almost fell several times but in that moment she wanted nothing more than to soak and to at least for a few moments pamper herself.<br/><br/>The tub was full of hot water and she eased in with a groan that rivaled her orgasmic cries. For a long moment she let the water and the heat relax her but she forced herself to wash. She was a sight and she had to be ready in half an hour. She set about washing herself with the lavender scented soap that he had seemed to like previously. A cute little pout creased her slightly bruised lips that she had to scrub her skin to a pale lustre. The bruised flesh of her backside seemed to be healing nicely as least. When she rose from the tub, dripping wet, she felt almost restored. Even her aching muscles seemed to cooperate.<br/><br/>She dried herself and padded naked to the small makeup table. Taking up a dress she combed the tangles out of her long night black hair, wincing when it pulled and cursing the short time she had to work with. Still she did not hurry with her makeup. She thought it better to risk his wrath at being late over looking anything less than her best. She picked out a form fitting dress of black silk. It was not the most revealing thing but it left her long legs bare. Checking herself in the mirror she smiled and hoped that looking sweet and cute would earn his approval. She thought it might be a nice change from him having her as a lewd little whore.<br/><br/>She rushed to the dining room and exhaled happily when she saw that she had not kept him waiting. Lowering to her knees with almost her usual grace, she assumed the expected position and waited. It was only seconds before he came in nursing his drink as he walked over to his seat.<span style="color: indigo">"Yes Master, much."</span>She chirped happily at his question. At his summons, she crawled obediently to his side and blushed when the smell of food made her stomach grumble. When he handed her some her eyes cast around for a solution. Shrugging slightly she set the place and while balancing precariously on her sore knees. She leaned over and began to daintily cut her food. Despite the gnawing hunger she was determined to eat like a lady and she did so, eating quickly but not with the ravenous hunger she had since coming into his care.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>