She stood in front of her sub, her hands on her hips. Wearing her black leather pants, a crisp white shirt, 4” heels, and holding a 5’ cane, tapping it against her leg. Bobbi knew of no other way than to break her spirit. Amanda looked straight into her Mistress's eyes, not realising where her head should be, she found it hard to understand her role. The cane tapped her leg, and she glared at her Mistress. “Why are you do...