Angel Versus Tasha

Tasha chuckled at Angel's stubborness and just continued to pull with all she had. "There's no escape, babe. Submit to me.." SHe purred.

Angel let out a few more soft curses, and realizing it would be unwise to let Tasha wear her down so early, she would start to tap on the domme's leg, shaking her head slightly. "Fine! Fine! I submit.."

Tasha chuckled, and reached down to pat her cheek insultingly. "Good girl." She would taunt before she let Angel up, and stepped away from her. "Hehe... make a good show of it too." She requested to her.

Angel smirked at Tasha as she got back to her feet, shaking her head slowly. She turned away from the domme and bent over, her rather sexy ass poking up into the air as she began to unlace each of her boots, giving her hips a swivel before stranding straight again and daintily stepping out of them, going to kick them off to the side and turning back to Tasha. "Sorry, chica, but you're gonna have to work for any more of a show than that."

Tasha chuckled softly, and shrugged. "Hee... so you're scared. It's all right, happens to the best of us." She teased as the girl was now barefoot, and readied herself to continue with her.

Angel wiggled her toes and stared at Tasha. "Scared? Hmph, I'll show you just how scared I am." And with those words, she would grab her gloves and rip them off, flinging them over by her boots.

"Evening the odds for you a bit, since you think I have some reason to be scared," she continued, raising her arms up defensively and starting to circle around Tasha slowly.