Zoey moved over to the workbench and careful not to disturb anything, set the small gadget down. Afterward she simply moved back to the center of the room, watching mutely and fidgeting with her revealing outfit while watching him move around the room. It was as if he was reacquainting himself with each project and she patiently waited for her Master to acknowledge her again.<br/><br/>When his eyes settled on her again she felt her cheeks flush. No matter how many times those eyes bored into her she still felt nervous. His gaze was very intent and she stood still, not giving in to the urge to tremble like a leaf before him.  When he stepped up she bit her lip and as he led her with his hands lightly on her hips she let him. It felt good to have him touch her so gently. His words slowly grew harder and she did tremble then, worried that his good mood would be spoiled by some highly unlikely future infraction. She could feel his hands tighten ever so slightly and a solitary whimper slipped out.<br/><br/>Thankfully, his gaze softened again and his voice was calmed. “<span style="color: indigo">O-Of course Master, I would never betray you.”</span>There was no deception in her words. She was his now, and there would be no going back. She saw the table and watched him pull it out. He was clearly excited about the invention and Zoey had to admit that it had a certain understated elegance. It was such a simple thing but Zoey could see myriad uses for something like it. She did not however see the ideas that he started to describe. Each word made her tremble more and blush more deeply. Secretly it also made her slightly damp between her legs.<br/><br/>Her hand pressed unceremoniously to his bulge twitched slightly, feeling the hot, hard length of it. The mention of the mechanical cock made her very nervous but still at his order she started to sink to her knees, only to be brought up short. With only a second of hesitation she retrieved the toy and wound it carefully as she returned to his side. She thought better of attaching it before she came back, remembering how hard it was to walk with it last time.<br/><br/>Zoey’s pretty face twisted into a look of concentration as her pulled her skirt to her waist and began to carefully attach the toy. When she let it go Quentin could see her whole body lurch and she lowered herself down to her knees with a much less fluid motion. Once there she lowered his fly and pulled him free. His little slave shook uncontrollably and she panted against his cock before taking it in, sinking lower and lower until she gagged softly. Her head began to bob as her pretty eyes stared up at him adoringly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>