His permission given she carefully and slowly eased the wooden shaft from herself. She bit her lip as it slid against her still tender inner flesh and let out a little sigh if relief once it slid free. Zoey's supple body shook as she closed her legs, wincing as the sudden pained feeling coming from her. It was easily the toughest thing she had been made to endure so far. There was a certainty she felt that she had found her absolute limit. Even in the aftermath if it there was an overwhelming urge to simply weep.<br/><br/>At her Master's suggestion she rolled over. Even the feeling of the soft blankets rubbing against the ravaged, raw flesh of her ass as she rolled made her convulse in pain. With no hesitation, he felt her body press to his side. Breasts pressed tightly to his ribs and her lean stomach to his hips. Her heads rested in the crook of his shoulder. In the silence Zoey could not help but wonder if her backside would ever return to normal. It hurt so deeply that she swore he had bruised the very bones.<br/><br/>As sore and exhausted as she felt, his touch did sooth her. It was still a shock to her the extremes he could switch to in a moment's notice. Her head lifted at the mention of being collared and she started to speak before stopping and restarting, speaking more clearly. "I do not know what you mean by collaring Master, and while a bath sounds heavenly I just need to sleep. May I bathe in the morning?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>