The second swat on her thigh made Megan yelp. It was a desperate sound, as much sob as anything. She felt as though she would die it the pleasure and the pressure that she felt got any worse. The teasing, mocking tone that Isla favoured her with made her want to cry. She knew that she had no power and nothing to bargain with. Anything the Mistress wanted she could simply take. Megan's fight was gone, she had nothing left. Any resistance she might have possessed had long ago joined the rest of her in screaming for orgasm.<br/><br/>The slight squeeze on the thigh made the girl, with her mascara tear-streaked face and damp mass of disheveled hair, smile softly. She knew that it was part of the game and the Isla had gone slightly off plan to reassure her. It warmed her heart and for just a second she forgot about the insistent, pulsing need she felt. While listening to the bargain, the lawyer was gasping for panicked gulps of air. She fought to calm her heart before it exploded in her chest. Mistress Isla rising up so demurely to her feet only made the lawyer feel intense shame. The topless Domme was resplendent and beautiful but Megan herself felt dirty.  She was sitting in her own wetness, bare and spread open, shaking like a leaf.<br/><br/>As had been the case before, the hand gently encircling her throat served as some perverse anchor. Rather than spiral into self doubt and self-loathing at her circumstances, the gentle grip brought her eyes up to meet her Mistress'. The smoldering gaze almost took her over the edge by itself. The predatory tone only serves to amp up the shivering that Megan gave up trying to control. Hot lips and hotter breath accost the hapless submissive as the rules are laid out. That feeling makes the lawyer whimper. She cannot believe that she could ever want an orgasm this badly.<br/><br/>The threat of being sent home for not being able to control herself was sobering. All she can do stare up at the tattooed woman, seeing the hunger in her eyes.<span style="color: indigo"> "P-please Mistress Isla, I want to stay and be good for you." </span>It was not her most eloquent argument but under the circumstances she was happy to simply get any words out at all. The lightheaded feeling from being lightly choked gives way to the surreal feeling of Isla's wetness being spread over her bruised lower lip. That just was not fair. The taste of it filled her senses and she moaned helplessly. When the fingers pushed into her mouth, Megan's hips started to rock. Her lips tightened and her tongue and mouth work to clean the slender fingers and the pleasure burned in her.<br/><br/>Megan did not even realize that tears run freshly over her cheeks. Even though she was eager in her actions, the part that knew she might very well fail was mourning the possibility. When Isla pulls her fingers free and speaks such degrading words about her, Megan just stares, mouth still open. She cannot believe her ears and if it was anyone else she would have slapped them. It was not anyone else though, it was her Mistress. She was about to agree when the wand pushed back between her thighs.<br/><br/>Any words that she had planned instead exploded out in a scream that sounded born of anguish. Her legs kicked and her back arched. She cannot breathe right with Isla's hand on her throat but as the count goes higher, the pleasure mounts and the lawyer's body tries to curl in on itself which only pushes her throat harder into the punk woman's hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"5....6"</span>Megan's squeezed her eyes shut, not that it helped stop the tears from pouring over her flushed skin. She cannot help the way her hands convulse and claw at the couch.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"7...8"</span>teeth clamp onto her bruised lip and the submissive's hips buck back and forth in a dire need.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"9..." </span>The faint taste of blood registers when Megan bites so hard that her teeth cut into her lower lip. Tendons stand out against smooth skin, muscles are taut and every fibre of her being screams for release. Still, those desires go unrewarded; Megan knows what is at stake.<span style="color: olive">"10"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>