“Nothing too terribly important, Xanyelle,” Mika said loftily as the third mistress joined them, then turned back to Madison. “Miss Rivers here would like to potentially join our little circle within the club. A demonstration will eventually be required this evening, but not just yet. Hasty action often has its consequences.”<br/><br/>She gestured with a wave of her purple colored fingernails to one of the chairs pulled near the area where they all sat. Like most of the furniture, it was old fashioned and elegant, save for a few modern pieces that had been incorporated into the interior. “Why don’t you have a seat, and we can discuss a few things about your visit.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t a question as much as it was a command. Madison<em>would</em>sit, and<em>would</em>discuss her presence with the three of them. She wasn’t sure about the others, but in under a half hour, her attention would be drawn back to Brandon and his swollen balls. If Madison failed to capture her interest by then, she wasn’t worth her or the Club’s time.<br/><br/>“First of all, I’m just dying to know how you found out about the Mistress Club, and what makes you think you have a right to join.”<br/><br/>Despite her use of words, Mika didn’t even look at Madison. Instead, she was more focused on carefully sliding Brandon’s cock into the crook of her heel, then stroking her foot up and down. When he slipped out, she gave his ball a little poke with the point of her heel, and began again.<br/>