She hears Naiobe stir and stretch but she does not look up.  It is unseemly and impatient to look up expectantly and try to hurry her Mistress.  And her Mistress does not tolerate such behaviour in a pet, not even one as special as she is.  She trembles when the knife is lifted from her hands and Naiobe's fingers stroke her arm.  Partially it is a deep fear, those fingers have hurt her in ways she would never have imagined she could be hurt.  But those same fingers have also brought her to such heights of pleasure.  "Good Morning Mistress," she answers in soft whisper.  She cannot keep the tremor from her voice, no more than she can keep it from her body.  She knows what morning brings, always and without exception.<br/><br/>She hears Naiobe's command and nods.  "Of course Mistress," she answers, "I live only to please you Mistress."  It is true... a lesson she has learned at great lengths.  She has seen what becomes of Naiobe's playthings when they no longer entertain her.  But as long as she's good...<br/><br/>She scrambles after her Mistress, crawling as quickly as she can to keep up.  And when Naiobe's fingers touch her tree she slows, stumbling as sensation makes her body lurch.  More than once she has tried to explain what it feels like.  That the tree is part of her and Naiobe's fingers are stroking that open wound upon it.  It is like being touched inside, like those fingers are beneath her skin... it is painful and strangely intimate.  Whimpering, she drags herself the rest of the way to kneel before her Mistress, shivering as that caress sends jolts through her.  Jolts that coax her nipples to hard peaks and cause the swollen folds of her sex to weep.<br/><br/>Because her Mistress enjoys hurting her, and Naiobe has taught her body to take pleasure in what her Mistress enjoys.