Isla grunts when Megan moves her hips forward off the couch.  She's got nothing to say at that moment,as she's clearly on a mission.  She pulls the dress upwards, the awkward high school-groping illusion falling by the way-side as the dress makes it up Megans chest. There's a hand still on Megans throat when the dress stalls just below the lawyers breasts, but the domme knows that too will have to go..and soon.  At least for now.<br/><br/><br/>A low, slightly possessive growl fumbles from the lithe messengers lips as she removes her hand from Megan's throat.  She pries her lips back from the kiss to gaze at her handy work, sliding back enough to take in the pink hand print on the lilly white womans throat.  The begging ,desperate feeling between her thighs is only getting worse.  Her own clit is throbbing hard and desperate, aching for attention of any kind.   Isla knows , if she's this bad off , Megan must be far past.  She commends the girl for not begging. For only listening and obeying. This one was well behaved....maybe Isla would keep her?<br/><br/>Isla licks her lips, the feint musk of the lawyer still clinging to the endlessly soft flesh causing another groan of appreciation.   She eyes Megan in her state of partial undress and wonders if she's ever been this turned on before.  As the dominant one it was her responsibility to maintain the illusion of control...but fuck her if it wasn't getting harder by the second to do such a thing.<br/><br/>So Isla digs deep drawing on her resolve as she leans in to lick and bite the flesh of Megans collarbone.  She draw's the flesh between her teeth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.  It wasn't something she normally did, flushing a bit at her sudden loss of control...but if the lawyer wore turtlenecks...no one would know...right?    She growls again in frustration, moving both hands to the bottom of the dress and pulling it upwards.  It moves seemlessly over Megan's breasts, and over her shoulders, she's glad Megan helps lift her arms upwards, expecting to be freed of the garment...as this plays directly into her 'plan.' .<br/><br/>Isla sits...atop Megans lap, hips thrusting in an unrelenting manner, with her hands filled with the Lawyers dress..as it's pulled half way free of her head. That's when Isla stops.   She bunches the dress up, bringing Megans arms to the side of her head, and keeping the dress draped tightly over the other womans eyes. Her nose , and those beautiful lips are still prominently on display as she twists the garment with both hands.<span style="color: olive">"Stay." </span>She orders, her left hand moving to her belt while her right holds the garment in place over Megan's eyes and hair.   Her free hand makes quick work of her belt, bringing the discarded garment up to the twisted end of the dress, looping the belt around the garment and tightening it securely.<br/><br/>When Isla is certain the garment isn't going anyplace, she stands and pulls one of the chains from the hook on the upper walls.  She loops it through the end of her belt and she looks down at her handy work.  Her clothed sex is unintentionally only a breath away from Megans lips, the very sight of which causes the Dommes hips to thrust a bit.  She immediately cranes  back, climbing down and kissing Megan once softly, letting her finger tips linger on the girls throat for a moment.  She stands, her fingernails ever so gently dragging against the bound womans throat, as she positions her self in front of the sofa.<br/><br/>Isla grins at her handy work.   Megan is held captive by her own garment. Sure she could struggle and get out fairly easily..but Isla is fairly certain she won't.  Honestly, She's shocked how well the dress works.  Both sensory deprivation -AND- a handy binding tool....<br/><br/>Isla starts to pace infront of the bound woman, her boots clacking against the tile floor as she steps back and forth.<span style="color: olive">"Sooooo.."</span>her voice is thick with desire, and nearly purring with self satisfaction, her fingernails tracing over Megans lips before finding their way down to her throat and between her breasts.<span style="color: olive"> "Looks like you're in a bit of a bind sweetpea..." </span>Isla's fingertips continue their feather light caresses down Megans stomach, down her thighs, and back up again. It's just a matter of time now....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>