There  are  some words and sentiments that simply 'did' it for people.  Some people liked being called a 'whore', a 'slut'...more men then Isla would have thought enjoyed being called a 'pussyboy'.   When Isla was at her most submissive , the soft utterance of 'good girl' did things to her that she'd be ashamed to admit to in the light of day. Isla was rarely at her most submissive however, and usually opted to keep people at an arms length. Dominance let people in a good deal...but it really involved the submissive letting the Dominant in- the ultimate in vulnerability, and trust. Neither of those two things came eaisly for Isla, so Dominance became her method of operation.  Since that was the case, a simple utterance of "Mistress"  set the lanky messenger in to full-on-melty mode.<br/><br/>Her stomach does a flip when the lawyer stumbles over the moniker, and she lets her eyes lull shut.<span style="color: olive">"Since you asked so nice..."</span>she grins eyes still closed, simply letting the moment linger for a few seconds.   This was it. Isla had spent months pining over this woman who was now putty in her hands. Her eyes open slowly, green orbs lined in coal black liner stare directly into Megans gaze. Her hips start to sway back and forth, leather pants grazing against the top of Megans thighs.  She knew she could push , and prod and explore but she was hesitant to move too fast.  Instead she takes it slow, her hands meandering downwards to let her fingertips drag against the sensitive flesh of the lawyers sides.  Slowing her decent as she reaches the sensitive skin of the lawyers hips,before dragging her fingertips back upwards.   She's biting her lip even harder by the time her nails reach Megans shoulders, and her tongue is finding its way over her bottom lip by the time the finger tips return to the girls hips.  This time - Isla lets her hands move further down,sliding over the lawyers thighs to tickle the sensitive skin along her inner thighs .<br/><br/>Isla finds it hard to concentrate as all she can think about is touching the flesh under the dress...the flesh she's certain is bound to be soft and supple beyond comprehension.  Her gaze has stayed locked on to Magans for a few seconds as this display goes on..but to the messenger...it feels like hours have past. Her lips almost move on their own countless times, the soft flesh desperate to move on its own volition and capture the other woman's mouth...But she doesn't  Isla holds back, but she knows her resolve is melting.<br/><br/>As her right hand moves up Megans thighs and back up her stomach, her left finds it's home against the flat of Megans belly, her fingertips brushing just against the top of the lawyers mons.  She studies Megans face, trying to gauge the girls fear and apprehension as her right hand moves up to wrap around the lawyers throat.   Isla's grasp is light, but firm and unwavering, her pointer finger rests just under Megans jaw while her thumb gently caresses the soft skin of her neck.  She leans in just a hair, her lips reaching out close enough for Megan to kiss if she'd only lean forward to try, all while her hips keep their seductive pace just atop Megans thigh...ever so often brushing her own hand with her hips and pushing her fingers a hair lower into uncharted territory. She lets her face dip in once more, just watching the girl with rapt attention.. Isla want's nothing more then to stake her claim, but she understands the importance of testing the waters to see if her new submissive would make that move...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>