Megan was barely conscious when the wand was pulled away from her drenched and reddened mound. Random spasms surged through her causing her body to twitch in time with each strained sob that her body made and her chest heaved violently with each attempt to suck in breath. Thick streaks of mascara pooled under her eyes and streaked down her cheeks from her now dried up tears. Her head rolled back and she stared at the ceiling. Her gaze appeared glassy and vacant but she did note the hooks hanging from the ceiling and wondered what other purposes they served.<br/><br/>Due to her stupor the lawyer was completely oblivious to Isla's moment of doubt. She felt broken. She felt used up like she had no more left to give the gorgeous dominant woman. Between the still looming fear of failing to meet her Mistress' expectations, the feeling of exhaustion and the still rampantly pulsing need all Megan could do was sit in the puddle she had created and shake. She felt as though she was paralyzed. Still, when Isla stood, Megan managed to lift her head even though it felt like a tremendous hardship but was well worth it. The sight of Isla stripping off her pants had the poor over-stimulated lawyer moaning weakly. Seeing the tall woman completely naked made Megan whimper softly. The already unbearable desire she felt became even worse and more insistent. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks and her mouth adopted a positively adorable pout.<br/><br/>More tears flow when she is told that she will have to wait more. The need is all that she can think of now and she sniffles and stares up at the woman standing over her. Megan's eyes communicate both lust and a little fear.<span style="color: indigo"> "Yes M-Mistress." </span>she said weakly, her voice hoarse. She knew that Isla was testing her and she would not disappoint now. The reassuring tone did wonders to shore up her crumbling resolve that she was good enough to please the tattooed woman. Two little words from her left Megan barely able to breathe. Could Isla want more than just tonight? More than just this random encounter? God, she hoped so. The sheltered little lawyer had been awakened to a craving that she knew she could never grow tired of and Isla seemed very capable of showing her everything.<br/><br/>When Isla helped Megan up the poor girl's legs teetered and shook. She could barely support her weight and blushed in shame at the feel of copious wetness running over her skin. Again, she was hit by the intense shame of feeling so utterly dirty when her Mistress was pristine. The only way she was able to stay up was to lean back into the punky woman. It was a hard thing for her, to show weakness at this level but she had no choice. The hot breath in her ear had the frazzled girl moaning but the words made her cringe. Being called a whore was a very obvious shame for the professional woman.<span style="color: indigo">"I am only your whore Mistress Isla."</span>She hissed lustfully.<br/><br/>It is only a thin thread of sound that escaped when Isla's mouth latched onto her neck to bite down hard on her flesh. The smack on the ass and the light touch on her painfully sensitive mound resulted in the lawyer tensing completely, every muscle rigid. She could not cum without permission but even the pain of the bite only intensified the lust and need. She worried that if she moved at all, she would orgasm. Thankfully, Isla pulled back a little and Megan drew a rattling breath. At the command, the brunette obeyed, simply collapsing heavily to her knees. Pain lanced up her legs but she was barely aware of it. Her bloodshot eyes looked up at Isla with a strange pleading adoration.<span style="color: indigo"> "Like this Mistress?" </span>She asked after a little sniffle. She tried to arrange herself into a proper kneeling position but it was hard. Muscles ached and throbbed but she did her best. Isla deserved her best.<br/><br/>(yes it is Ravyn, and it is a very good thing <3 )<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>