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</div>Brigitte herself was blissfully unaware of the problems of Dommes and Doms unless they were outwardly expressed.  If she were to bother herself with such things, it would be easy to imagine how fine a line the man inside of her was walking at this moment.  He was neither Master nor Mistress, Regent was the title Mistress had chosen for the status he would have in her world, wielding the authority of her Mistress and thus deserving of Brigitte's every devotion and effort.  The<i>Chaton</i>of her Mistress was now something of a new creature, something more of Sterling's desire and direction.  She had no idea if this man was doing as her Mistress bid but could only trust that he would stay true to her Mistress' desires for them both.<br/><br/>Mistress' departure affected not only her<i>Chaton</i>but the unmistakable acceleration of the Regent's thrusts was clearly not coincidental.  The normally poised Brigitte was taken by surprise by the intensity of the man pumping up and into her, making it clear that his inferior position beneath her was by no means a limit upon his prowess.  She moaned audibly at the change her hands reaching out to the arms of the chair.  It was as if she were clinging for something steady as her world was inverted and shaken like a snow globe.  The small bits of her well ordered world swirling about her in a chaotic fashion just as her perfectly formed breasts jiggled chaotically to the forceful beat of the Regent's drum.  Mistress had a wondrous selection of sex toys of various shapes and sizes, but none left her with the sensation of a living thing so deep inside of her.<br/><br/>Her hands had barely felt the sturdiness of the fine furniture as the Regent seized her wrists and pulled them behind her.  She did not resist, willingly let him pose her as he desired and she was quietly grateful for the gesture.  Clearly this man, her Mistress' Regent, understood her even if he didn't yet know her.  It was his confidence that she needed so desperately, confidence for both of them.  Feeling the unbreakable strength of her steel chain wrapping about her wrists further solidified the sensation that at least someone in this room was fully in control and Brigitte was not being left to the vagaries of chance.<br/><br/>The submissive was primed for the sudden change of position, her trust in the Regent growing as he shifted his body posture beneath her.  She lay back against him, feeling his hand claim her breasts just before his whispered voice would claim all of her.  His words delivered in such a way made no room for them to be refuted and any acknowledgement from her to the state of affairs would be wholly superfluous.<br/><br/>The deal on Sterling's part was sealed with a kiss, all as he choked and pleasured his new pet in purely dominant fashion.  Only cumming with permission was part and parcel of Brigitte's world.  But it was by no means a typical orgasm barreling towards her like a runaway freight train.  Something about that living cock inside of her, both unpredictable and potent, rocked her confidence in being able to control her own response to it.<br/><br/>She was taking no chances and whatever bargaining or bartering was to be made for permission, she knew there was no time to spare.  "Please Regent, may I cum."  She said, her usual grace and aloofness directed towards anyone that was not her Mistress was no where to be heard.  She was clearly desperate and an experienced Dom would likely understand that with or without permission, she was not going to be able to help but cum and powerfully.