<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Melrose1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jol'andra Melrose<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Claude<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Training Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://denyaraythern.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/104394-gladiatorin-lederruestung-braun-female-gladiator-leather-armour-brown.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/>It amused her how the poor boy stammered. Do I frighten you, slave? She wanted to ask him, but for now she will play this little game. Who knows, when all is said and done he may not even have to be subject to her torture and whip. Jol’andra giggled profusely and pulling her foot back, put another one on the bunk as she tinkered with the boot. She didn’t mind showing a lot of her leg and thigh, pretty soon he will have to worship her and show how he is fit enough to serve her righteous queen.<em>His</em>righteous queen, and then… and then he will be ready.<br/><br/><strong>“Because he’s a fool.”</strong>She began.<strong>“Because he bothers to challenge Amelia, wagging his little boy tongue instead of holding it and preserving his strength. Once you’re behind these walls your life is forfeit, your past forgotten and your worries bashed. Your one and only concern is subservience to your Mistress, the Queen… and through following my ministrations exactly to the point will you achieve that.”</strong><br/><br/>She grabbed him by the collar and pulling him up, shoved him on a table she had arranged earlier in the day.<strong>“But you’re a smart slave. You’re a good slave. You know challenging your superior is wrong. What would you have said in the fool’s place, slave… what would you have uttered?”</strong><br/><br/>She waited for him to respond and after a few seconds lashed her whip in the air. “I asked you a question, you are ordered to reply!”[/b] And that pretty tone converted into a bitch lash.<em>So pretty…</em>She thought, looking into his eyes but not showing her admiration.