Megan swallowed hard. Isla looked to have found her stride now... and given how affective she actions had been up to this point the lawyer got truly scared. The insane vibrator and the predatory grin were only adding to her fright. As aroused as she was, she knew that there was no chance that vibrator was not going to take her over the edge. Her pretty eyes raked over Isla's body at the Domme leisurely strolled back to her. Of course her eyes took a generous stop at the bare breasts and lean stomach and all those tattoos. Then to those lips, those evil soul-stealing lips that seemed capable of bending her will with their words and their touch. The dark-haired beauty fidgeted on the couch, squirm like a high school girl that knew tonight was "the night". In a way it kind of was, Megan supposed.<br/><br/>Then Isla was standing in front of her swaying sensually and Megan blushed as, when she came out of her momentary day dream, she was eye level with Isla crotch. Her head did not move but her eyes moved up to the punk girl's face. She looked so innocent and fragile in that moment, and the truth was not far off. The faintest noise passed her lips at hearing the name of the game "Y-yes Mistress" She murmured before moaning softly at the feel of Isla's leather pants sliding against her bare skin. She felt so exposed even though she still had her panties on. She figured the slight advantage of Isla being more clothed was an intentional one but there was nothing she could really do about it. Megan's heart was back to thumping in her chest when the tattooed Domme leaned in to plug in the vibrator. Her breasts filled Megan's vision and her scent filled her nose. Another little noise escaped and she shivered enough that she was sure Isla had to have felt it.<br/><br/>Again she felt a wave of embarrassment at her weakness. She was logical and rational and everything that was going on was not. So why could she not bring herself to stop it? Would it stop if she wanted it to? Sure, they had agreed to a safe word but would Isla honour that? The truth was simple though and her denial was ridiculous. She wanted this woman and everything she had done and would do. The fact that they were almost strangers only added to the thrill. Besides, While Mistress Isla had shown her things already that she would not have imagined walking through the door, she had given no indication that she was deceitful.<br/><br/>The mention, so casually, about her cumming made her blush. The vibrator humming away only seemed to worsen the reddening of her skin. She nodded weakly, unable to find words as the game was explained to her. The submissive's eyes drifted closed and she moaned at the touch of Isla fingers caressing her cheek, cool against the flushed skin. The words alone were making her more aroused and she fidgeted more. When she felt those soft fingers grip her chin and insistently pull her head up she opened her eyes. The severity of the expression actually did wonders to cool the heat she felt. The fear of disappointing her Mistress steeled her resolve to hold out. She swallowed hard and nodded before Isla's voice went back to the gentle but still sultry tone and shivered at the soft kiss to her damp forehead. Again she nodded, feeling silly for being unable to do something more sensible.<br/><br/>The wand touching against her inner thigh made Megan's whole body jerk. She had been so intent on Isla's face that she had not even felt her shift. Even though it was just teasing against her thighs, the vibrations reverberated through her flesh and Megan began to shake. The pleasure was growing again and she moaned helplessly. When the wand grazed against her panty-covered mound the lawyer yelped and jerked. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clawed at the couch. It was more intense than she thought and in that moment she was pretty sure she was going to end up getting punished. With the wand removed her eyes fluttered opened again to look up into her Mistress' eyes.<span style="color: indigo">"Y-yes, I understand Mistress Isla." </span>She said in a quivering, uncertain voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>