Tears leaked into Magpie's eyes as her mistress took hold of her hair, tightly pulling at the long raven strands and causing her head to tilt backwards at an uncomfortable angle. She blinked away the discomfort as she gazed at the far wall and willed her pulse to return to normal from the surprised tattoo it currently thrummed. The sudden jerk of pain lining her scalp had been a shock, and her heart raced with the thrill of it, with the pleasure at being on call to such power above her.<br/><br/>She felt the cool slick material of Mistress Xany's shoe slide down her back, its rubber sole roughly shuddering along her peachy skin till it pressed close to her delicate intimate self and came to a rest on the soft rosebud of her behind. She repressed the urge to flinch as her entire awareness was drawn to the dangerous weight of the nonchalant foot resting upon her, her lithe body tense with the potential of her mistress's ire.<br/><br/>The pull at her scalp turned into a slow throbbing burn as her mistress spoke to the newcomer and a single tear leaked from the eye closest to Mistress Xany's hold. She was oblivious to the chatter of the other mistress's around her as she focused on her task:<em>Stay-still-stay-still-stay-still</em>she willed herself silently as her aching legs began to cramp from being knelt on for so long.<br/><br/>So internally focused was she that it took a moment for Mistress Katerina's speech to sink into her awareness and, despite herself, she shivered as the word<em> "Demonstrations"</em>slipped into the room, her small body twitching ever so slightly under her mistress's hold.