She nuzzled at his neck, as much to hide her face as to please her Master. Zoey knew he was right, that she was beginning to enjoy the depravity and being his pet. The feel of his hands, so capable of inflicting pain, gently caressing her made it impossible for her to not squirm and wiggle against him. The reminder that he was capable of such affectionate acts made her let out quiet pleasant noises against his neck.<br/><br/>She let out a delighted little squeak when he said that the party would be postponed while she behaved. She knew that it was foolish to think it would only be a matter of behaving. She had seen his mood turn and when it did her every minuscule fault would be punished. She did resign herself to be as good as she was a le to be so that she might postpone those invitations goin out as long as possible. "thank you Master for that kindness." her back arched more under the steady carress of his strong hands. Her blush was one of embarrassment more than shame and she looked up at him before timidly mumbled.<br/><br/>"Would Master like me to show my appreciation for his generosity?" Her look held a strange undertone. There was the usual fear, nervousness and poorly hidden lust but instead of the usual resignation there was hope. It could be hope that if she pleased him she would be spared further punishment or simply hope that her Master would allow her to please him, Quentin could not be sure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>