The smile on her Master's face assuaged some of her nervousness when he moved to stand in front of her. To her credit she did not flinch when his hand raised to her face. His touch, so gentle despite him strength, made her moan softly and she leaned into his touch. She breathed deepl, still trying to steady her racing heart but inhaling his scent made her shiver anew.<br/><br/>She blushed at his teasing tone but smiled brightly at the compliment and managed to meet his gaze. "thank you Master" she said in a voice still rough from all the screaming she had done. She fidgeted somewhat, feeling the shirt and stockings clinging wetly to her skin in places. The sensation left her feeling shamed and she blushed again as Quentin stared at her.<br/><br/>"I-I think I will be able to walk Master, but thank you for your consideration. If I may make a request though Sir, would I be able to use you for a little support." she raised her gaze and her pretty eyes met his. It was hopeful but also worried that she would ruin his good mood. His smirk deepened her blush and his question made it even worse. "I am not sure when my c-cunt will be ready again. I-it really is sore. Your machine is quite overwhelming. "I... You..." she stammered before stopping. She had stopped before saying that he could use her if he wished. That was bound to get her in trouble as it was an obvious statement and the last time she had said something like that he had punished her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>