Zoey actually found it to be a rather enjoyable exercise to feed him. It felt sweet, intimate. She liked seeing her Master relaxed and not just because it meant a lesser chance for her suffering. The former noble just listened intently, occasionally feeding him as he simply discussed aloud his day. A soft pink blush suffused her cheeks at the thought of being left, mostly likely naked, to wait at the front door for his return. At least embarrassment was something the she was growing accustomed to.<br/><br/>She did not feel upset when he waved away the food, he was the Master of the house and that was him right. His next order was one that she had expected and one that she assumed she would grow accustomed to over time. She was still a little awkward when using her breasts to soap him but she was proving to be a quick learner and after soaping her tits to a thick lather she put her arms behind her body and drug her wet soapy breasts across him before rinsing him and then using her tongue to clean him. The faint residue of soap was ever present but not too terrible. And soon she had worked her way down to his cock. It did not seem human that he could be hard again after as many times as she had received his seed but the truth stared her in the face as she lowered herself down in front of her Master.<br/><br/>Quentin's cock stood rigid as her tits began to soap it before rinsing it off. Her tongue and lips licked and kissed along the shaft and Zoey actually felt pleased at the way it jumped and twitched from her touch. Her master was surely in an amorous mood this morning. At his command she again soaped his cock between her ample breasts and rinsed it, this time taking it into her mouth and gently sucking it clean. Again the process was repeated and her lips descended his prick as her tongue teased the rigid length.<br/><br/>The sudden tug at her hair and the slurping wet pop as his cock exited her mouth and throat both shocked and shamed Zoey and it took her a moment to realize that her master was not angry. His hand was already dragging her forward moving behind her and pushing her chest first toward the tap. She did not understand what was about to happen and when the icy water poured over her breasts she instinctively tried to jerk away. His strong body pinned her in place and in seconds the cold had suffused her body and she found it hard to breathe. Her teeth chattered and weak whining noises escaped her when he manhandled her tits so that her sensitive nipples were doused in the frigid liquid. She cried out as they tightened painfully into throbbing little nubs.<br/><br/>Her howl of pain when he tugged her back away from the tap echoed through the room. He knew precisely what he was doing, torturing her hard, sensitive nipples and soon she was horizontal in the tub. Her breathing was ragged as her lungs even felt cold. She sniffled and shivered. He was right, she did know what was coming and at his order she squirmed into position, presenting her pussy to the freezing stream of water. She tried to scream again but the cold was so intense it took her breath away. She shook violently and her hips surged in a vain attempt to get away.<br/><br/>When he leaned forward to play with the tap she thought he was giving her relief and for a split second she felt it. Then the temperature just kept rising and the sudden heat was shocking. Her previously frozen mound was now unbearably hot and the sudden change left her extremely sensitive. Her legs shook and jerked and it was easy to see that she desperately wanted to close them. To her credit though, she did not. She took her suffering and despite the sobs and cries and the constant shaking she did not try to escape it. She was completely unaware of him playing with her breasts. The enter world as she saw it was centered between her legs and that focus narrowed even more as the water turned back to icy cold. This time the sudden absence of heat felt like a blow and Zoey's eyes looked up to her Master, pleading silently as her shocked cried died in a whimper. Her teeth chattered and she squirmed weakly. It was overwhelming and she knew that she was fast approaching her limits.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>