The fact Megan hadn't run yet was a good start.<br/><br/>The man in the suit moves his hand high into the air and brings it down on one of the bound womens backside so hard that even Isla winces.  The dom was clearly a brute, and she worried that his heavy handed style would turn Megan off the whole thing.  But when she looks to her right to see the dark haired beauty twitch , she can spot the look of overwhelming fear creeping up on her.   She looks back to the suited man, who  slaps the other bound woman even harder against her chest. Isla wasn't one to belittle ones desires, but the suited man had zero tact, and he was about to blow the whole evening for them both.<br/><br/>Isla had to move fast , and she had to move now before the overly aggressive display of machismo ended in Megan scampering off terrified.  Isla eyes Megan up, noting the apprehension and increasing concern in the woman's face. She needed to keep her here, and more then that, she needed to send a message that -this- wasn't what she was into..well...she at least had more panache then this dolt.<span style="color: olive">"This...erm..I assure you. Anything he's doing..they've asked for.explicitly before hand." </span>Her look goes stern as she tug's Megan by the wrist.<br/><br/>The room is small, and dark. There are spotlights on the bound pair, and the suited man speaks with a loud booming voice, asking his audience, a combination of the  leather clad and those in festive dress,what to do next.  Around the room , away from the spot lights are darkened corners filled with small love seats .  There are a slew of doors around the large open room, some with closed doors, others open with people slowly flooding into them.   Isla believed that only the bold could obtain what they wanted in life, and thus far she could say she'd been pretty bold in her 20something years.  This was slightly nerve wrecking for her, as ..well...she could eaisly be turned down and seen as a pervert...making the next few weeks of deliveries rather uncomfortable.  Worse case she'd come off as arrogant..which,well she wasn't. She was simply confidant in her abilities, and knew damn well that if the lawyer agreed to her seduction, the woman would not go home disappointed....she hoped.<br/><br/><br/>Isla guides Megan to one of the dimly lit corners, positioning them both in front of the sofa.  The tall girl with her multi colored locks , maneuvers around the dark haired woman. The flat of her hand reaches out to rest on Megans hip, as she presses her chest against the slightly smaller womans back.  Her right hand lays on the woman's right hip, meandering slightly upwards, under the hem of the lawyers shirt.  Isla swallows hard and presses her lips near Megans ear, she breathes silently, and tries to gain the nerve to be -this- bold.   A switch, more then a straight up dominant, the girl leaned towards her more commanding nature- however, her soft little center and inscurities did tend to get the better of her some times.  She digs down deep, remembering everything her mistress had taught her over the years, and finally finds her voice.<span style="color: olive">"He's an Armature." </span>she starts,<span style="color: olive">"It's all showmanship and no actual surrender... real dominance.</span>She lets her hand snake upwards just a bit,<span style="color: olive">"Any fool can tie some knots, buy a tool of punishment...and say "Obey me or else' .." </span>Isla's voice is sweet, but commanding and thoroughly in charge.<span style="color: olive">"It takes skill.. patience... perseverance..to -really- get someone to submit. To push their limits."</span><br/><br/>Isla snakes her left hand down Megan's tightly clenched thighs and continues her diatribe, her movements growing bolder as are her words.<span style="color: olive">"It's an art really. The ebb and flow of pleasure and pain. Giving  complete control to another, and trusting that while they're bound to cause you some pain..in the end...they'll help you reach heights you could never on your own..or with most others.  Someone who can break you...take the pieces and reshape you in to something fucking amazing." </span>Isla's voice goes husky, and deep. Her raspy words fumbling over her lips and into Megans ear, while her left hand finds its home just centimeters away from the lawyers heated center.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"It's an art." </span>She insists, letting her warm lips press against Megans neck just under her ear,<span style="color: olive">"And like all art..there are the subtle...and the not so subtle.  He."</span>She nudges forwards , her body going flat against Megans as she motions towards the suited man.<span style="color: olive">"He sculpts with a fist...Thrilling with fear, and uncertainty.  While Fear and uncertainty are certainly in my tool box...I don't wield them with a balled up fist, rather a slow...well placed stroke." </span>Isla runs her hand over Megans inner thigh, bringing her hand up to just cup the lawyers sex through her dress.  The caress is overt, but isn't overly sexual as she finishes with a raised brow,<span style="color: olive">"I could show you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>