It was hard, damn hard, for Isla to keep in character. When the bound object of her affections saw it fit to whimper into her bosom,she nearly lost it. Remaining clothed was a -very- real part of Isla maintaining control in this, the scant flesh on on flesh contact between her bust and Megans lips was almost enough to break her.  To have her toss the vibrator to the side ,and simply ravish her little playmate.  She'd like to believe she was strong, stronger then one who simply moved on baser instincts and gave in to what she wanted.   She -wasn't- Megan, bound and writhing and about to be played like a fucking fiddle...<br/><br/>Was she?<br/><br/>The Domme takes the scarcest moment to dwell on that fear before she comes to the conclusion that maybe...she and her little submissive really weren't that different at all.  They were both women who insisted upon having what they wanted...even if it resorted to extreme measures. For Megan it was begging, breaking down and letting go.   For Isla it was going to extreme lengths just to say 'hi'to a girl she liked, creating a false premise to meet her,and seduce her.  She was slime..Megan was just... She feels her heart skip a beat and her lip finds itself securely lodged between her teeth...'she's adorable.'  the domme gushes silently. The bouncy happy and entirely stupid feeling in her chest is new when it came to things like this..and she wasn't sure she liked it.  But god above how this  strong willed professional could simply -let- go- for her...<br/><br/>It was intoxicating.<br/><br/>She shakes her head roughly to dislodge such a parallel, as with the current state of things there was no time for such thoughts.  She could gush and realize what a foolish schoolgirl she'd been for inviting Megan out in the first place,but right -now- she had copious amounts of lily white skin to mark,and a trembling little lawyer to make beg. She only seems to be 'out of it' for a moment before she 'snaps' back to the task at hand, looking at the wand against the girls clothed mound and biting her lip. "Good!" She pipes up in  that perky charismatic tone she had held at the bar upstairs.<br/><br/>She presses her lips against Megans inner thighs,leaving a cherry red bit of lip stain to show that she claimed said land for the republic of Isla. Then , just to ensure the message of 'ownership' was received,she slaps the prone woman's inner thighs right atop her lip mark. It isn't hard, but it's enough to make the girl jump more likely then not. She grips the wand and keeps it on it's lowest setting,after a few moments of just kneeling there between Megans thighs, with the wand touching fuck- and all- she decides it's time for the underclothing to go.<br/><br/>With a rough little jerk she hooks her fingers into the soft fabric of Megans panties and gives a rough tug , ripping the garment with out so much as a second thought.  She starts to mentally admonish herself,'Why are you exhibiting ownership behavior with this one? What the fuck is wrong with you? '  . Isla manages to dial it back and simply give the nagging voice in her mind a little grunt and silence the meddlesome bugger. Isla's grasp of 'control'of this situation was rapidly slipping,and she needed to do -something-to re-establish it.   With little warning she places the wand next to the seated lawyer, and places a thumb on either side of her newly exposed sex. With a faint little tug she splays the layers most private of areas for her inspection and can't help but give a lusty little moan of approval.  She licks her bottom lip and before Megan knows what's going on ,the domme's tongue is burrowed deep within the girls sex, one solid,deep thrust before she withdraws and lays her tongue flat against her slick warmth.  She draws her tongue upwards,bathing the submissives sex with her warm, soft tongue, moving in an almost painfully slow fashion.<br/><br/>She realizes at that moment that -shes- on her knees for the submissive.......this was -not- how these things went..she has to make up something..and quick.<br/><br/>She looks up at Megan and licks her lips, feigning as if -that- had been her plan the entire time,<span style="color: olive"> "That's what you get for having behaved thus far.." </span>She moves her left hand,positioning it so that her thumb and forefinger keep the tender , throbbing bud of Megans clit exposed,but entirely covered by it's hood, while she uses her right hand to grab the vibrator and flip it on once more.  Without any warning the vibrating plastic is against Megans -very- exposed sex, humming loudly against the girls clit. Isla starts to count aloud,<span style="color: olive">"One .......two........threee....." </span>She stops on three and moves the wand away, waiting a split second before repeating the action.   She does this three or four times,  and then slowly starts to roll the head of the wand in a circular motion against the submissive clit, still keeping it covered with it's protective skin,she rubs at the flesh as she stats to count again.  This time she adds a bit after she gets to three,<span style="color: olive"> "Most lose it at 5...lets see how you do.." </span>She rubs clockwise with the head of the vibrator as her voice purrs,<span style="color: olive">"Onee.....twooo....threeee.......Four.....Fiveeeeeeee....."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>