"Good girl, I knew you were a clever little bitch, I think you have earned an extra special treat, come here and present in second position". Narcissa watched her student’s enthusiastic haste to make it to her feet, practically running to the older woman at the desk. Narcissa watched the disappointment paint the captive’s face when she was informed that she would have to pleasure her mistress. It allowed her to employ her faux-rage, threatening that her mudslut would now never get a treat with this display of bad attitude. With a smirk she watch the junkie-brain logic whirr in her slave’s face.