Caning was the most basic tool of a Mistress.  The first step learned on the BDSM path was caning.  Still, good aim was good aim.  The choice of the butt was obvious and disappointing.  The lack of knowledge on how to make the cane hurt worse was glaring.  Still, perhaps there was hope, aim like that was not something to be scoffed at.<br/><br/>She deftly slipped the small blade in her hand along the breast bone of her sub, under the ropes.  She did so in such a way as to not open the skin.  She turned her blade upward against the ropes and held it.  This would put pressure on the girl’s breasts until the ropes gave way.  Mistress Xany would hold that position, almost without watching until she could feel, hear and watch the ropes giving way.  As they gave way, she would adjust to keep her hand from flying up at a sudden lack of tension.<br/><br/>As she bent to put the dagger back in her boot, she kissed the sub’s vulnerable stomach, showing her pleasure for the sub’s quick thinking in how she avoided all the needles.  Her other hand loosened the ropes.  She brought herself up straight in her chair.  A hand rested on the sub’s stomach.  A hand caressed the breast absently as the blood rushed back into the purple flesh.  Her eyes were half on her sub’s body and half on the event in the center of the room.<br/>