Jenn tilted her head slightly to one side in confusion, her Master had stopped making sense again. Surely he couldn't really mean that he thought that she was worth more than the ridiculous sum he had purchased her with. Admittedly she knew little to nothing about economics and the world of money, that wasn't for her to understand, but it had seemed like a big number. He was probably doing the sarcasm thing or something, it never crossed her mind that he might actually be sincere.
A moment of awkward silence followed as Mir finished speaking, what he had said about Emry's had made sense. It wasn't her place to worry about Emry's and she could do that. Asking for punishment was nothing new to Jenn, even if her Master was calling it 'correction' and Lord Carrick had called it 'maintenance'. She was pretty sure that they meant the same thing but couldn't be sure.
"I... yes, Master... I just..." Jenn fell short as she scrambled for the right words. Asking for things was not something she had ever really done before bar that of punishment. "I need..." no, she only needed whatever her Master deemed that she was worthy of...
Jenn stopped and paused for a moment in thought trying to find a way around the mental block she was having. She had accumulated a lot of barriers over the years to help her but now they were hindering her. The question was the problem. What she needed was set out by her Master, it wasn't up to her. So change the question Jenn smiled somewhat in relief at the solution, base desires were easier to express and it was then for her Master to decide what to do with them.
So, bitch, tell me. What do you crave? a cold and authoritative voice, that she did not recognise, asked. It belonged to none of her Masters nor Lord Carrick nor the other men she had served. Not that it mattered, she obeyed the voice anyway.
"I crave utter submission, so I can escape my thoughts, so that I only need feel, hear and obey. To be punished for any action that is not pleasing to you, so I can learn to be better. I want to be the best slave I can be for you... please help me do that, Master... I don't know what to do" the sudden change in her voice was immediately evident, there had been a calm trance-like air throughout up until she had asked for his help. The moment she pleaded with him, she changed. The peace she had felt mere moments ago was shattered as she returned to reality and was replaced by distressful desperation.