<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/i9andSB.jpg)</div><strong>Myra</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2081205)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Camp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Any<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 52/52<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/>Myra did as best she could to follow her temporary mistress's orders. She couldn't see, but she could hear and feel those around her. It was enough for her to turn around and move in close to Jas. She couldn't see him, but she could feel his breath on her face and, she knew, he could feel hers on his.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Mistress. I only spoke the truth, I meant no disrespect." This idea, that she might have disrespected her mistress, though she only was so by proxy, stung worse than Meow hitting her ass and caused her more humiliation still. So then, why did she feel heat rise in her cheeks from the slap also? Doing what her mistress wanted and having her do as she wanted was supposed to make her feel pride, if anything, not shame.<br/><br/>"Of course, Mistress," Myra replied to Meow, her voice betraying a hint of surprise that one would think anything else. "You are my mistress for now, so I will obey all of your orders, second only to Master, as long as they don't put Master in danger."<br/><br/>More spanks followed, followed by gropings, the sting was exciting more than it was painful and the caresses a sweet contrast. Myra was starting to feel things she had never expected to feel, especially when her shorts were pulled up, rubbing against her sex. She never understood the purpose of those parts for the role she was to fulfill and had never truly taken pleasure from them. But now, a need seemed to be awakening in her, one that had her hips subtly, as if expecting more.