Zoey fidgeted when Quentin wandered over to see what she had found. His eyes raked over her features as they had done many times before but still she could not help the nervousness that crept over her. She worried that he would not agree that it was a good selection and that worried her that it would be met with punishment. As much as she hoped that it would be a permanent thing, him being nice to her she was still very worried. She whispered a soft "yes Master" when he indicated the collar she had been looking at and his gaze lingered on it as if he were weighing its value.<br/><br/>She waited, barely breathing while he examined her find. It felt like an eternity before he gave his approval and she could breathe again. Her attention was riveted to him and he gave her the instructions. He worded it so that it was a matter of choice. "If you ask" he had said. As if there was another choice for her. She carefully lowered herself to her knees, a job that was harder than it had appeared by virtue of her battered nethers. She did not do it because she feared a beating if she did not. No, there was no choice for her because despite all of the punishment and his mind games with her this felt right. Even with all of the welts and the terrible things he made her endure she felt strangely content. It was a life of simplicity and as long as she obeyed she was cared for very well. Looking up into her Master's eyes she spoke.<span style="color: indigo">"Please Master; may I wear your collar?"</span>It was a simply sentence but it held so much weight that Zoey was left, rigid and barely breathing, waiting for her Master's reply.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>