Zoey nibbled at her bottom lip uncertainly when her Master stepped around her to go to the bathroom. She felt foolish that she seemed stuck to the spot until he called for her to smile and she blushed at the way his eyes fell on her. She strode quickly to him as he watched her from the doorway and followed him into the other room. Again, she blushed when he caught her taking in his form just as he had taken in hers. It was undeniable that he was a handsome man. Soon after he slid into the warm water she slipped in behind him, using her breasts and mouth to clean him as her had shown her. By the time she was done, her nipples with hard, aching peaks. The sensation of her slippery breasts gliding along his flesh left her in such a shameful state but she was beginning to enjoy that little ritual. It made her feel oddly close to him and it was a gentle and delicate thing compared against the many abuses that he leveled at her.<br/><br/>Once he was clean and permission was given to bathe herself she hurried. This was not like the times that he had left her to bathe and soak in the hot water as a reward. Throughout the quick scrub she listened intently to him, keeping eye contact as much as possible. While a great deal of it went over her head with only the smallest understanding she listened, knowing that he would expect her attention. He slipped from the bath as she rinsed out her silken hair and again her eyes were drawn to him. Again, she felt his eyes on her and blushed that twice she had been caught looking. She busied herself drying her hair and then down her body in a quick methodical manner. Zoey did not even think to cover herself with the towel, discarding it and following him into the other room naked.<br/><br/>She was already reaching for the outfit that he had selected when his warning brought her up short. Instead she simply stood and watching him dress. Even item he put on only made her feel that much more naked and she fidgeted, feeling very exposed and self-conscious. At his behest, she stepped up and with surprisingly steady hands, did up the buttons of his shirt. That done, her hands returned to her sides as he turned the mirror to face her. His hands lightly dragging her into position standing directly in front of the mirror made it suddenly hard to breathe. She found that more and more she enjoyed the strength in those hands... when they were not making her suffer that is. She blushed as she began to dress, her cheeks flushing an appealing pink when she noticed the small, dangling threads where the buttons had been torn away, leaving her ample chest only barely covered.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-I have no improvements to suggest Master Quentin, if the intent was to showcase m-my body then the outfit is perfect."</span>She kept her voice in a pleased tone, despite the growing nervousness. The Skirt had her blushing even more. It barely covered her and if she were to bend over it would cover nothing at all.<br/><br/>She bent to pull the stockings up her toned legs when he softly told her to be still. She obeyed, of course but her head rose to watch him in the mirror. A squeak escaped Zoey's mouth when he squeezed her backside softly. She was panting softly when his hand settled on her back to keep her in place and the question had her soft, supple lips curving into a slight pout.<span style="color: indigo"> "It still does hurt quite a bit Master, but if it please you to spank me then that is your right. My body is yours to do with as you please. I-If I have a say though Sir. I would rather you did not. I would like it to return to its normal coloring one day."</span>She cringed, knowing that answering his questions was always a fine line to walk. She had learned the hard way that he expected her obedience and that his word was law but he had asked and she had answered. Zoey was just dreading the somewhat inevitable change of mood that would undoubtedly bring more pain with it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>