There was a moment as he finished his toast that Zoey looked like she would break down into tears but she managed to get control of herself with immense difficulty. Still blinking rapidly, she pushed her plate slightly out of the way and crawled cautiously between them to him. His voice was soft and for her that only made it harder to hold herself together. Her body moved slowly and carefully still, not wanting to disturb any of their food lest it earn her punishment, and she arranged herself in her lap. She was certain that he was already stirring down there and wondered how long that his benevolence would last. It almost took her breath away when he tugged her smaller form against his chest. He could be so gentle with her and she bit her lip as he simply held her for a moment. She simply basked in the strength of his embrace.<br/><br/>His words had the desired effect. Zoey knew that this moment was a test. She knew that the culmination of her descent into slavery was to parade herself in front of her friends. She still remembered the other invitations that she had penned. Perhaps if she did this he might forget about those. She twisted slightly in his lap and faced him, looking somehow more gorgeous with her slightly flushed cheeks and glistening eyes.<span style="color: indigo"> "Thank you for your offer Master. It is more than your slave deserves." </span>She voice quivered a little but she forced herself to continue.<span style="color: indigo">"I wish to earn your collar and I want to please you. I will proceed Master. Shall I write the invitations?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>