Zoey's eyes fluttered open and she jerked upright. For a second she looked as though she would fall off of the bed but managed to right herself and she stared up at her master, feeling the hardened wax constricting against her chest. She was careful to not disturb it as Quentin had said that he would want to inspect her efforts come morning. She did not like that he already seemed unhappy. She was fearful of what that meant for her. A trembling hand ran fingers through her hair, smoothing the mussed locks before she moved to obey his commands.<br/><br/>Her slender, pale legs straddled his hips and she leaned forward, pressing her wax-covered tits to his chest, leaning in very carefully to not disturb the thick white coating. Her Back arched, again very cautiously to thrust her smooth backside out. The little bubble butt, with all of its slowly fading bruises, was offered up to his hands and she tilted her head up, whispering<span style="color: indigo">"Good morning, Master. The wax hurt very badly, especially when it splashed on my n-nipples. and yes Master, I will be very good for you today." </span>Before pursing her lips and awaiting his kiss. She hoped desperately to please him today. She was terrified at the thought of more punishment. The sharp, pulsing pain in her punctured heels and the many welts and bruises made a very strong case for her to stay on his good side.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>