<span style="color: indigo">"Yes Master"</span>She mumbled as she toweled herself off. She was very careful because she felt very sensitive now. Her heart was still pounding in her chest from the near-drowning she had just received. Zoey tried to take deep breaths to steady herself but it was only meeting with very limited success. She wanted to pounce him and just ride him to her release but she knew the fate that would leave her with. She simply took note of what was expected of her and when on her way. His words paused her at the door at the mention of the toys. Shoulders sagged at the mention of the other things that she was supposed to bring but again she set about doing as she was told. She found two men and once she got them to focus on her words and not her bare, freshly cleaned and naked body they agree to take the cage and the wardrobe to the study.<br/><br/>She moved quickly to collect the toys that he had told her to bring. The men would bring the cage and all she had to get were clamps and a lash. Both made her pause nervously. She was being so good but he still wanted her to hurt. A frown creased her face and she sighed deeply. The clamps she chose were not the more vicious looking ones but neither did she take the tamest looking ones. She had a feeling that he would not be satisfied if she offered the minimum. The lash was a long single-tailed whip. Briefly, the noble-turned-slave toyed with taking the paddle or the flogger but again his words were to be obeyed as exactly as she could interpret them. She had said something to lash her with, not to flog her or to paddle her.<br/><br/>With those items in hand she continued on, uncaring of her nudity. Uncaring, that is, until she got to the door to the kitchen. A frown creased her face. Hopefully lessons learned the hard way would still be fresh in their minds and they would keep their comments to a minimum. She doubted it though. They would not cross the line surely but they would not leave her alone. It was not so bad though, they were not particularly quick-witted. Zoey knew that to hesitate and dawdle could very likely mean punishment so she pushed in. She kept her back straight and her head high.<span style="color: indigo"> "I'm here for the Master's breakfast." </span>Was all she said and in the most regal tone that she could manage. That tended to get them moving.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>