All that Megan could manage was the harsh breaths that rasped in and out erratically. She felt completely overwhelmed, dizzy and lost in the sea of sensation. Her brain had ceased all but the most basic of functions in favour of clamouring for more. She could think of nothing more than the feel of Mistress Isla's next touch, the next sensation that would reduce her further until only a base sexual being remained, stripped of her (clearly) false modesty. Her career did not matter; her fancy clothes and air of dignity did not matter. Only pleasure mattered, and pleasing her Mistress to get it.<br/><br/>The happy, smiling face that looked up at her with the sweet, simply spoken "good" made the lawyer smile even through the haze of all that was going on. It seemed so absurd in the context that Megan felt a small giggle rising up in her. Perhaps thankfully, that was the moment that the punk Domme pressed her lips to the porcelain white skin of her inner thigh. She was just about to curse those lips and their devil magic when the slap drew a yelp and a muttered curse from the submissive. It was immediately apparent that the slip, though not the first, embarrassed the girl greatly. Her flushed face darkened and she squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted to be good for her Mistress, composed even through this and she felt like she had failed.<br/><br/>Right on cue, when Megan was beginning to be able to process again, the tattooed woman threw her off balance. This time almost did her in though. Hearing and feeling her underwear torn from her brought a fresh wave of shame to Megan's face. She was so wet; it was humiliating to have someone so close. Only Isla's hand, placed knowingly on her thigh stopped her legs from snapping shut. Why was she letting this happen? It still made no sense to the lawyer but she knew that it would take a lot for her to stop it now. Even with her sex splayed gently open, she would not stop it.<br/><br/>Before it registers that Isla moaned at the sight of her the feel of that hot, wet, agile tongue burrowing into her drives all though but one from the mind: DO NOT CUM. The lick over her enflamed lips was worse and Megan was left twitching and whimpering. She wanted more but she knew that Isla's game was not that easy. Glassy eyes, brimming with tears at the denied release, looked down at the Domme. it never occured to her that it was odd to have a Mistress on her knees.<span style="color: indigo">"Th-thank you Mistress." </span>She mumbled at the explanation that the brief oral had been a reward. Without conscious thought, the sight of the vibrator made Megan's head shake no and her expression turned to a heart melting pout.<br/><br/>The second the vibrator touched her open, exposed mound soul-rending howls filled the silence. The previously unshed tears ran over her cheeks.<span style="color: indigo">"Please Mistress! Please may I cum please. FUCK FUCK!! Please, anything, anything y-you want!!!" </span>She pleaded hoarsely only to sag visibly when the wand was removed. Those three seconds felt like eternity. Then the process repeated and every muscle tensed to try and stave off the orgasm that was looming. Then the stop. Then again until she was dripping sweat and tears, pleading words that were barely coherent. The fourth time her toes curled and her hips bucked wildly against the extreme pleasure.<br/><br/>The stop is slightly longer this time and Megan sobbed in need like she had never felt before<span style="color: indigo">. "Please Mistress.... I cannot. I-I will not be able to last another rou.." </span>The plea was overridden by a scream as the wand was applied again, for a five count. She did survive, but only just. Tears streamed over her cheek and she looked on the verge of delirium<span style="color: indigo">. "Please Mistress." </span>She croaked softly. She prayed that she would be given mercy. The poor little pet looked like a puppet with its strings cut, sagging and leaning against the couch.Her posture, such as it was, and the tears would look for all the world as if the game had gone too far but her eyes still showed the spark of determination. She was still conscious enough that she knew her safeword. Megan was not defeated, even if isla was so close to ripping an orgasm from her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>