<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Chiandra </strong></span>- https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1372354<br/><br/>Mistress Lavi had shown Chiandra many things, and taught her well. The lesson had often been gruelling. Some were fun at first, like the climbing and the combat, but became harder and harder with each passing hour, the sweat forming on her skin, muscle sore, mouth dry, until all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep for a week, but Lavi wouldn’t let her. NYAH! Then others had been good at first, and then gotten bad, like the seduction training. That was fun, making others purr, and getting to do so yourself sometimes too, but then the commenting.<em>“Not bad, but she was a bit torpid,”</em>“Could do with a bit more moaning,”<strong>“She shouldn’t twitch so much, I wasn’t slapping her that hard,”</strong><em>“Tails does she moan a lot”</em><strong>“She’s look better with a tattoo on her rump, something to look a,t”</strong>It was so humiliating! And there were acts she didn’t want to do. The first time Mistress had showed her how to please a cock in her butt she had hissed and growled and needed to be strapped down. This reminded her of the night she lost her virginity, her first orgasm ever, and ensured she was soon moaning with need. Njeck! Her favourites lessons were the trips to the black market vendors, they always had interesting shinnies, and brewing potions, mostly poisons, she was rather good at that, and found stirring a boiling pot rather calming, even the smell didn’t bother her, unless it was something truly vile, like black root extract or the glue for a tanglefoot bag...<br/><br/>Now she stood before her Mistress, having reached a mile stone in her training, and eager to test her skills. She bowed her head respectfully, and launched into her prepared speech. “I am very thankful to you Mistress, for everything you have done for me. You took me off the streets and saved me from the hunger, cold and exploitation I would have faced there. You taught me how to be useful, and never gave up on me no matter how stubborn I could be. Now because of you I have a useful set of skills to be a productive member of society. My gratitude towards you will never end, and I intend to fully repay my debt. Until I have properly compensated you for your time and efforts, half of what I earn will be shared with you Mistress, for you are the reason I could earn,” Hopefully it wouldn’t be TOO long before that debt was replayed. The instinct of solitude was strong in Chiandra, and already she yearned to escape her Mistress’s shadow and be her own Mistress.