Zoey's eyelids drooped and she simply pulled herselfmore tightly to him. He felt strong and warm; safe in fact. The thought almost mad eher laugh as he was the cause of her many aches. She listened to him, forcing herself to remain alert enough to answer him. "Thank you Master, I appreciate you letting me rest." She simply lay against him, listening to him explain the significance of the collar. The thought of wearing a colalr was an oddly arousing proposition and she blushed. She listened intently and nooded, saying a soft "I understand Sir." when he paused.<br/><br/>The hand lightly stroking her soft skin made her shiver softly and she actually let a soft sound of pleasure out. She wanted to reaffirm in his mind that she enjoyed his gentle side.Her tongue slipped out to lick her lips and she looked up to meet his gaze when he asked for her thoughts. Her mouth opened and she paused, trying to find the words. "Well... I do fear you Sir. You have given me a lot of reasons to.... but it is not jst that. I," she paused for a moment, worried that what she said next would make him forget his good mood. "I would not say that i love you... but i-i do want to be good for you. Not just to avoid my punishment but because I am a slave and because i... want you to take pride in me."<br/><br/>It was an odd thing for her to admit and even more odd because it was one hundred percent true. She did look to him to validate her. Even in her suffering she wanted his approval of how she coped. She wanted one day to be good enough that he did not punish her at all. The latest events led her to believe that was not possible and that through no fault of her own he would punish her from time to time but she wanted him to not hurt her as a result of her own actions.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>