It was in this moment of introductions that Mistress Xany waltzed through the mansion.  Her metal spiked heels clacked insistently through the halls.  Her outfit contisted of straps.  One thick one down the middle of her body with many pulling around her body to the mirrored thich strap down her back.  Much of her lightly tanned skin shown shimmered with her irritation as she opened wide the doors behind the new mistress and her sub.  Without even giving a glance at any, except a slight nod to the the Queen.  She strode powerfully through the room.  The light of the room flickered off her leather straps in a myriad of little reflected lights as if she were wearing a suit of fireflies - or needles.  Her long red hair, barely tamed in an odd sort of weaving behind her head.  It would be wrong to call it as organized as a braid or a fishtail, but subdued and tightly away from her face is an accurate description.  Her hair shown with the longer needles stuck through the odd rope.  All the better to play with. She strode over to Miss Jazmine and took the leash from her hands.  "Your subsitution for my presence is no longer required.  This sub will enjoy the hand of a true Mistress this night.  Be gone."  She stood still until the apprentice rose indignantly.  There was a look of daggers in the Miss's eyes, but that only brought a cruel grin to Mistress Xany's full, red lips.   The Miss stopped to arrange herself, a way of asserting her importance in the face of humiliation.  Mistress Xany deftly slipped a straight pin from a strap wrapping around her thigh and used it to hurry the girl.  "Shoo! I said."  She laughed at the Miss trying to hold her haughty air as the Miss sauntered from the room like a wounded puppy.<br/><br/>She looked down at the sub.  With a confused voice, she said, "I didn't choose you.  I had a male lined up for the night."  She growled at the girl.  "That meansyou better take extra care to make up for that mistake.  Or do you have a cock tucked in down there?"  She yanked the girls leash suddenly and hard to send her splaying backwards.  She inspected between the legs with her hand.  "A pity," is all she said about the girl having only a pussy and not a pussy with a cock to make up for having a pussy at all.   "Crawl next to my ankles and if anytime through the night you can't keep up, you will know the pain of my displeasure.  Come."  She pulles the girl by the leash, not caring if she was to her feet yet or not.  She did not know about the girls hours as a stool, nor would she have cared other than to enjoy the delicious pain the crawling would cause her on top of that.  She did not seem to register in anyway the rope bra around the girl's chest, the way it squeezed her breasts to look almost separate from the body with such a pretty purpling hue to them.  She did note, however, the long black hair.  Such a nice way to grab a hold of a sub, good for dragging, catching attention or holding them where they prefer not to be - such as smothered and unable to breath.<em>Perhaps this sub will have some redeeming qualities after all</em>, she thought.<br/><br/>She turned to the new Mistress wanna-be and the two seated Mistresses.  She did not offer any apology other than an irritated "I do hate when pilots can't keep a schedule.  It does cut into play time so."  She turned her head to the Queen directly, "Did I miss anything important?"  She didn't bother to look at the new hopeful nor at the subs near them.  They were beneath her and unworthy of her attention.  Only when a sub was hers was it worth her attention, in her eyes.