Sofia gave Sister Maximan her full attention, giving a small bow of her head as the woman left.  Sister Domina!  She respected the Mistress of arms, in fact, she used her as a role model of how she would like to behave.  She hoped, one day, to be able to command that sort of respect.  But for now...<br/><br/>She looked her witch over, noting the criss crossing red lines on her flesh.  She really was a willful one, but she was up to the challenge.  Powerful, too, as evidenced by her earlier demonstration.<br/><br/>"Ok, slut.  You heard the sister.  I want you on your best behavior when we gather.  Any thing less will earn you punishment.  Now, stand still."<br/><br/>She soaped the witch down quickly, then scrubbed her vigorously, cleaning her methodically, paying special attention to her dirty little cunt, and her thighs.  When she was finished, she lay her scrubber down, and took up her leash again.<br/><br/>"Come.  You'll dry as we go.  I don't wish to be late."  Leash in hand, she headed towards Archives, walking fast, her slut in tow.  After all, she didn't want to be late.