Zoey squirmed under Quentin's gaze and fidgetted with the hemline of the dress while he looked her over. She immediately removed the collar. It had never occured to her that it would be something to earn and she did not understand the symbolism but knew better than to ask. She was happy that he had allowed her to keep the underwear. Having her modesty intact in front of her father was something that she was desperate for. As much as she was a willing conspiritor in this plan,she did have her limits.<br/><br/>Again she fidgetted, blushing somewhat at the compliment that she was on the right path. She did not know why that mattered to her, but it did. She tried to tell herself that it was only to avoid any beatings like the one her backside had so recently endured but it seemed a lie even to her. Some part of her liked what was happening. Some part of her was already striving to be the perfect pet for him. The admission only worsened her blush. She simply nodded along with his plan biting her lower lip somewhat nervously. She did not want to even think about what would happen if things did not go to plan. She had a feeling that the beating her backside suffered would seem like a gentle caress in comparison.<span style="color: indigo">"I understand Master."</span>was all she said.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>