Mistress Xany watched the sub strut.  She feels her irritation at not getting a male tonight rise once again.  With military stoicism, she keeps most of it from reaching her face.  Only the very attentive, discerning  would recognize it for what it was.  Still her eyes could not deny the attractivenss of the muscled figure before her, making her irritation all the more.  She held it in proper check though.  Years of military service had many benefits.<br/><br/>With all the delays of the hesitant sub, the inept Mistress to be and the willing girl, Mistress Xany could see that the breasts of her sub would not wait until the demonstration was over.  She reached across her body to grab a hand full of hair and pull the sub backward across her lap.  She would have the slut's stomack, breasts and cunt at ready acess.  If the sub were smart, she would not slide across her lap.  The needle points were sharp and awaiting the flesh.<br/><br/>As she stretched down for the hair, her other hand reached into her boot and the distinct sound of metal upon metal being drawn is heard.  A small, previously hidden dagger flashes a bit of retracted light over the room as she begins to flip it in her non-dominant hand.  The whole time she whispers as a warning. “Shhh...”<br/><br/>The beauty of the position she pulls the sub into is that it would save the sub's knees while exerting many other pains upon the girl.  A backbend held for long with someone resting upon the arched stomach is as painful after a while as any sharp instrument.  Plus, it would put all the beautifully vulnerable flesh at an easy distance for play.<br/>