The tenderness and sympathy with which I have been treating Zoe with has left me with the need to be served. I have acted as Zoe’s servant because of my respect for the way she endured at the party.
I felt it was necessary to reward her for the way she proudly displayed herself as my servant.
The people that are truly important to me know she is my property and they compliment on Zoe very often. I have gained status as a result of her.

But now it is time for my pleasure. I know I can not touch her because of the pain she is in. Her nipples are bright red and blue from the needles that pierced them.
I know her busy will be terribly sore for several days. I saw the damage Torture did to
her when he sewed her pussy closed. I want to kill the bastard! He went totally out of bounds!

Besides I want her to serve me. I am not there to serve her. I pull her down to me and order her to please me until I have cum several times. She is not to stop until I tell her to.

Zoe climbs on top of me with her naked body and starts to kiss me deeply. I push her down my body. The kisses were fantastic but that is not what I want!
She performs magic on my breasts with her mouth, she almost brings me to my first orgasm but stops and works her way down my torso kissing and biting me as she slides further down.
I expected her to stop at my pussy but she doesn’t. Instead she keeps sliding down my legs kissing and biting all the way until she comes to my feet.
Then she does something I have never experienced before but will be sure I experience often in the future.
She starts to lick and suckle my toes! At first it tickles but the tickling feeling turns to a warm glow running up my legs and into my pussy. God! she brought me to my first orgasm by performing oral sex on my feet!
I will definitely order her to do this more often.
After I have quit thrashing about from cumming she proceeds to work her way up my legs this time stopping at my pussy.
It appears that the torture her pussy suffered has made her more aware of the sensitivity of my pussy. She has always performed wonderfully when eating me but now her mouth is working miracles.
I can feel moisture running down my bottom when all of the sudden I have my second orgasm. This one is so strong that I thrash fiercely about and partially lose consciousness for a moment.

After I finally have recomposed myself I grab Zoe by her hair and direct her face down to my pussy again. I did not have to exert any force to move her head. It appeared as though she was merely waiting for permission to do it again.

She forced me to cum two more times before I stopped her. My body was aching and tired, I needed her to stop.

I pulled her up next to me where we embraced while I regained my strength.
After I felt I could move again I ordered Zoe to lay on her back and spread her legs. I wanted to see what damage the bastard Torture had done to her.
Her lips were horribly swollen and the places where he had pierced her lips still shown a bloody red color.
I knew I would not play with her for several days.
I love to punish her body but I want the pain to be inflicted by me. I do not want her wincing in pain from what someone else has done.
I will wait until my slave has heeled before I inflict any new pain upon her.

The breakfast she has fixed has turned cold and stale by now. Plus I need to shower. “Come with me and bathe me in the shower” I command her. Once I am under the warm flow of the water and my body is relaxing Zoe stands up and starts to kiss me. “NO! you are here to bathe me and nothing else.” Surprisingly I am very angry at her for trying to kiss me.
Has she forgotten she is my slave and not my lover?
Quietly she shampoos my hair and bathes my body until I feel squeaky clean and refreshed.
I order her to bathe while I get dressed.
When she is finished I instruct her to dress like a nice and pretty Sunday school girl, we are going to brunch.

Surprisingly she does an excellent job of it. Her hair has been pulled back into two pigtails, one on each side of her head. She is wearing a tight white blouse and short pleated skirt.
She even has on white ankle socks and a pair of shiny black Mary-Janes.
She looks like she is a ten year old with a very sexy body. I am quite impressed and happy.

At brunch I treat her as a friend and tell her I expect the same from her. “We are a woman and a little girl having brunch together” I tell her.
While we eat I tell her of my plans for her education. I have enrolled her in two classes. One being a massage class. I want her to learn every way possible for her to relieve my stress at the end of the day.
The other class is a cooking class. She is a good cook but I want her to be an excellent chef I explain to her.

She is smiling and excited at the thought of the classes but she becomes apprehensive with what I say next.
“You are my property and I demand that you serve and please me for the rest of my life…”