Zoey's teeth sunk into her bottom lip to stifle a soft sound of pleasure when her Master's hands roamed over her exhausted body. Every inch of her seemed tenderized and even the light touch made her quiver. She could not deny the heat coiling in the pit of her stomach when he pushed her more tightly to him and she wriggled a little, inching closer to her Lord and simply enjoying the moment of peace. A breathless little noise somewhere between a gasp and a whimper squeaked from her when he shifted to prod at the aching, still somewhat opened, and dripping back opening. It was degrading but somehow good. She had satisfied him at least for now and she took solace in that.<br/><br/>She could not help but tense slightly at the mention of the collar. While she did want to prove her devotion the thought of being so displayed in front of her friends made her blush in deep shame. His hand softly stroking her neck more eased her tension and aroused her. The questions flowed and she was obediently silent as he kept talking. When he wanted an answer, he nudged her away. He luminous green eyes met his darker, more devious ones and again her teeth scored her lip. Despite what he had put her through the look managed to convey a sense of fragile innocence.<span style="color: indigo"> "I will admit that I am nervous about the idea Master but I am ready. I will strive to make you proud Master, at the party and with all things." </span>She could not believe that she had agreed to his proposal but she knew that she did in fact want to be his pet and this was a step toward that goal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>