((sorry this took so long, life should be getting back to normal now that Pc's are no longer stupid and ..yah. YAY FUCKLONG!))<br/><br/>Isla looks on with a mirthful gaze as Megan tries to summon the strength to rise to her knees.  Truth was, Isla was going to go easy on the girl.  She had no intention of placating her more baser desires, tying the girl up and pushing her for another few hours until her body broke from sheer exhaustion alone.  Isla was content to simply let the night wrap up at that point, her hands reach out, to caress the kneeling woman's face, a softened expression on her own, thumbs caressing the curvature of Megan's cheeks, wiping away some of the stray mascara and eyeliner that had started to tarnish the lawyers beautiful complexion.<span style="color: olive">"Eyes open."</span>She purr's,<span style="color: olive">"Look up at mistress..."</span>She continues, stroking the prone woman's cheek and taking a step forward. She gives a little squeeze to Megan's jaw, ordering softly,<span style="color: olive"> "Open."</span>, then forces her sex against the kneeling woman's mouth, not really giving the woman any other option than to obey.<br/><br/>Weather Megan accepted the offer to devour the dominate woman's sex or not was irrelevant, it was there, and Isla was going to ride her face...regardless.<br/><br/>Isla sighs for a moment, letting the warmth of her submissive's mouth course over her slick, aroused sex. Her eyes slip shut just for a moment, and before they even open again she barks the reminder<span style="color: olive">"Eyes up at me."</span>, this time going so far as to remove the affectionate hand from the girls cheek and worm her fingers in the back of her hair. There  Isla stands, tall , and entirely in control of a situation she has created...Megan doesn't have the choice to submit so much as ....her sex is in the girls face and the girl can -choose- to pleasure her mistress...or not...and face repercussions...either way...Isla is happy with the situation she's created. The power in her hands.<br/><br/>Whatever the submissive does in the next few moments, something deep within Isla starts to change.   The image of Megan on her knees, helpless, with her own sex in the girls mouth.....The beautiful lawyer, the object of her affection, the sweet woman she'd tried so hard to gain the favor of...the woman she'd run through the fucking ringer that night.  Done horrible things to, and still...-still- not let climax. The woman she -still- would not let climax until she'd cum herself at -least- once herself. It was freeing..-this- was power the likes of which Isla had never truly felt before. This wasn't someone else's submissive on loan,this wasn't someone who knew their limits that she was simply pushing...this was -her- submissive.<br/><br/>Megan was hers.<br/><br/>As that realization dawns on her, Isla's demeanor changes. She stands  a little straighter, her shoulders a little taller, and her voice becomes more lust-filled, huskier, and more self assured.<span style="color: olive">"Look at my little whore..."</span>She purrs, eyes locked onto Megans, never pulling away,<span style="color: olive">"So very pretty on her knees..."</span>The mistress gives Megans hair a sharp little tug, grinding her sex against the girls mouth. She pulls the lawyers head away for a moment, looking down at her with adoring, yet slightly condescending eyes,  she grins , lowing her self down to her knees for just a second.  She places her lips against Megan's, brushing them softly against the other woman's just enough to taste her own sweetness against her submissive lips.  Isla brings a free hand to rest around the girls throat, her lips whispering against her submissive, softly, sweetly, her eyes glazed with a crazed passion that was no where to be seen before.<span style="color: olive">"Tell me..."</span>she starts, slowing to lick Megans lips, shaking her head, correcting herself<span style="color: olive"> "Show me what a whore you are... convince me how badly you  -need- to feel -your- mistress to cum in your mouth..."</span><br/><br/>Isla was too far gone to even notice the possessive nature of her verbiage, or be embarrassed by it. - YOUR- mistress, -my- whore...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>