Zoey simply nodded although she had no way of knowing what a usual Master and slave relationship was like. She followed Quentin's lead and just browsed. While some of the clothing did get her attention briefly, she knew that the wardrobe he had for her was filled to bursting and so she doubted that his interests were in getting her more clothing. She thought of things in much the same manner as Quentin did though. A whip was not a whip is was varying degrees of pain and a dildo was not just a toy but a source of the deep ache between her legs.<br/><br/>With every step, her blush grew deeper as she eyes landed on more and more items. More often than not she still looked puzzled at what things were for. Each step as she limped along made her wince. The machine she had endured had taken a lot out of her and she tried her best to hide it but the former lady was not yes used to this sort of discomfort. There was a curious assortment of clockwork devices that made Zoey's head spin at their intended purpose. It reminded her of the little toy she still dutifully and cautiously carried although none were as delicate or had such a high standard of quality.<br/><br/>She recognized a chastity belt and felt her face heat more at the realization that she feared that more than the whips and restraints. To be cut off from pleasure seemed a worse fate because even though he was extremely rough with her at times, he had also shown her more pleasure than she knew existed. The idea of having even that taken away made her pout. She became even more nervous when her eyes rose to find him watching. A soft whimper escaped as she feared that he would see her pout and discern what she was looking at.<br/><br/>Moving on she stopped at the collars again. There was one that was a narrow band of black leather adorned with a silver clockwork gear at the front. It seemed strangely fitting and she could not help picturing it wrapped snugly around her neck. Her teeth bit her lower lip at the thought and she took a few breaths to steady herself. Clearly she was becoming what he wanted, she thought with a soft shake of her head. She blushed at the question and the slightly demeaning wording.<span style="color: indigo">"Yes Master I believe I have found something that I do like."</span>She said, eyeing the collar again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>