Mistress Xanyelle waited with the patience and stillness that is perfected in the military.  She sat as still and quiet as a statue.  Her hand resting on her sub.  She had noted the falter in the sub's walk.  She had noted the quick recovery.  She could see the way the sub's breasts were turning the lovely shades of purple.  She kept a quiet eye on them as her hand rested lightly on the sub's shoulder.  She would tend to them shortly.  For now, it was time to watch.<br/><br/>Her legs together and ankles slightly to the side.  She could not cross her legs with the needles stuck through the leather straps.  She had the strength and discipline enough to hold her legs in this position without discomfort or thought.  The only sign of her impatience is one finger twirling in the sub's hair.<br/>