Isla drums her fingers in a slow rolling motion over the submissive's throat. Such a pretty little thing this one was. Beautiful, willful, yet terrified of her own vulnerability.  Obviously not -that- terrified given the nearly inaudible little plea.  It's hard for the dominant not to push -too - far. The delicate little slow dance they'd managed to create was working rather nicely.  And while she toughly believed there would be -nothing- sweeter then bending the bound girl over, and seeing to it that her lilly-white backside bore a distinct image of her hand-print for the better part of a week: She had no intentions to rush this one.<br/><br/>Of course that was likely foolish, as there was no inkling that -this- would evolve into anything really.  Isla was maybe,...a little foolish to think deep down that -this- would last.  She tricked the lawyer into meeting her...and while she certainly didn't force Megan into this situation, the entire situation was downright creepy when she stepped back and looked at it. Like some sort of...deviate sexual predator.  And while deviate ...she was no predator.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: olive">Well.."</span>She tightens her grasp,<span style="color: olive"> "Different people find different things pleasurable ." </span>she explains,<span style="color: olive"> "Those girls out there? They find that old blow hard pleasurable.. I find things pleasurable that would cause substantial shrink bills...and well. you.."</span>She leans in baring her teeth and snapping them just shy of Megan's right ear.<span style="color: olive">"I'm not quite sure yet....but I think I'm going to enjoy finding out." <br/>
</span><br/><br/>Again with the permanence. She regrets it as soon as she speaks the phrase, seemingly coming off far more 'vulnerable' then she'd like.<br/><br/>She manages to steel her self back, to wait and not have a moment of insecurity, and simply continue to be in the -moment-.  This 'scene' was becoming dangerously close to fumbling over into real life, and that was slightly terrifying.  There was a bevy of things she wanted to do with this one...and she felt like she had literally -no- time with which to do said things.  She she gazes down at the tear streaked eyes of the -usually- together and cold lawyer...and Isla decides she needs to see the woman break.  A simple muttering 'please' wouldn't do it.  No...this could be Isla's -one - chance, she couldn't squander it.<br/><br/>So with little fanfare she gives Megan's ear lobe a bit of a bite . She pulls back and gazes at the lawyer..she was so pretty tied up and behaving like that...even more then she normally was. So soft....and strong.  And Isla admonishes her self when she's bombarded with tawdry romantic sentiments. She wants to kiss the lawyer, deeply and teasingly but...well that was the sorta thing she kept reserved for lovers..not..whatever Megan was. She grunts a bit and pushes away , saying nothing as she goes back to the large cabinet.<br/><br/>She rummages around a bit, comedicly tossing items out onto the ground, "No, no...erm..maybe...."  she leans back holding up a harness adorned with a rather sizable toy.<span style="color: olive">"You're lucky this play room's always so delightfully stocked...but..erm... ."</span>she -really- wants to put the harness on and simply 'take' Megan..but....well...that wasn't part of the plan.  That kind of submitting was a bit..advanced.<span style="color: olive"> "Eh..not tonight. "</span>she tosses the harness and toy back in to the cabinet and grins broadly.<span style="color: olive">"Here we go..."</span><br/><br/>She pulls out a exceptionally well known, high powered vibrator, and grins wickedly,<span style="color: olive">"Ahhh..here we go..the pleasure-maker 5000.."</span>She teases , swinging the cord as she walks back to Megan,<span style="color: olive">"Until you can articulate better what -kind- of pleasure you require....I'm just going to have to use my best judgement." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>