Mistress Xanyelle watched as Madison was so intriqued with The Queen’s technique.  There were none that compare to the touch of the head Mistress when it came to ball torture, to be sure, but to be so overtly interested only to run off as it happened smacked of lip service and sincerity.  It also did not impress Mistress Xanyelle that she had asked to have the sub watch and then left the sub watching the moment before permission was granted.  True, a Mistress had to have confidence and command, but there is a chain of command and respects to be given.  You do not take liberties with the head Mistress’s sub in an interview.<br/><br/>What Madison did next had better be good if she had any hope of swaying Mistress Xanyelle’s vote to a ‘yes’ after that.  The caning had shown great aim, whether natural or practice, it was great aim, but stepping out of chain of command was a bigger offence than the aim was impressive.<br/><br/>She turned her head from the wannabe Miss to the sub arched symmetrically over her legs.  Her continued to enjoy the breasts as the painful rush of blood ebbed to a normal flow.    She lifted a hand through her bangs, pulling them off her deep brown eyes for a mere second before the bangs reclaimed their territory.  The hand traveled back over the head and to the back the leather collar the held the long strap down her middle, through her legs and up her back in place.  She subtly and deftly pulled a small thin needle from the spot.  She palmedt before the sub could hope to see it.  A move so practiced and nimble, it was likely none saw the needle yet.<br/><br/>Her other hand slipped the dagger back into its sheath on the inside of her tall boots.  As she pulled her hand back another needle was palmed with the ease and skill of a pickpocket or a magician.  Nothing in her eyes or features would give away the casual movements.<br/>