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</div>The Mistress had exhibited for people before in her long and rich career of professional debauchery. The woman considered herself a Domme and dominant first and businesswoman second. For, if one preceded and ruled over the other, Minny placed her capacity to control the lives and minds of men and woman above all else.<br/><br/>Her business ventures and personal dealings hinged upon being able to impose herself without saying a word. Minny's effect upon people was less intimidation than 'disturbance' --- unnerving people with reserved confidence and sexual presence. Often times, people unraveled themselves as she was a sort of erotic catalyst that summoned the deepest desires in people, most often yearnings that they never knew existed.<br/><br/>Minny had lost count of the number of straight women she'd seduced with a simple smile ... or, the number of men who proposed marriage to her after a five minute conversation. Minny always smiled politely, knowing the effect when she witnessed it --- people coming into contact with their true, erotic natures for the first time in their lives. She learned to wield her capacity to affect people to a honed stiletto of incisive, corporate efficacy. She ruled over fought-for results, profits, and lust-filled women with a finesse of a shark navigated water to stalk schools of unsuspecting prey.<br/><br/>Those impulses led her to this juncture; though a tinge of regret lay hidden within the barred vaults of the woman's tender heart, none would know her truth. The only person on earth that would know {<span style="font-size: 12px">whom Minny would even consider confiding in</span>} was getting railed for the entertainment and erotic arousal of a brokerage partner. Minny, indeed, ruled over the session within that hotel room, and the performance {<span style="font-size: 12px">though objectively hot and pleasurable</span>} did little to assuage Minny's growing anxiety. But, professionals never let their feelings interfere with or dilute their performance. Minny clenched her teeth and did was she intended.<br/><br/>Though a light-weight herself, Minny commanded Brigitte's light frame and body as she was bent toward the male dominant. Minny could not see Sterling's expression, but she could tell that he was obeying her edict and sitting in place while Minny deflowered his new fuck-toy right before his eyes. Was it petty? Perhaps, but Minny needed to disabuse the male dominant of any notion of privilege; if the man had worn a smug expression, Minny would have whipped it off his face with savage lashes of her riding crop.<br/><br/>The thrusts from Minny's strap-on dildo jostled the lithe woman before the businessman. She railed her, in relentless fashion, rubbing her inner sheath and applying tugs and sharp touches in the precise combination that cast the woman into the abyss of orgasmic delight. Her Chaton came right in front of Sterling, and Minny felt a divide of inner conflict -- both appeased to have shown her supremacy, yet also violated for having revealed the most intimate of pleasures {until that moment} reserved wholly for her alone.<i> The nature of the beast,</i>she echoed in hollow platitude. Yanking on the chain leash, Minny made Brigitte look into Sterling's eyes when all she wanted to do was descend into a puddle or orgasmic goo upon the floor.<br/><br/>"Kiss him, my<i>Chaton</i>," she ordered.<br/><br/>The muffled whines and humming made it clear that her submissive was an obedient, sexual servant of the highest order. She kept the large strap-on dildo lodged firmly within Brigitte's sex, dialing back the pace just enough for the woman to regain enough lucidity to follow her orders to the letter. Minny found a minor comfort not being able to see Brigitte's face or relative enthusiasm ... if she showed any at all.<br/><br/>The next order, however, would be something that drew a line in the sand. It had to be done, and Minny knew once she gave the command, Brigitte would no doubt obey; Minny told herself the lie that her<i>Chaton </i>would not enjoy it, but that began the process of disengagement --- a hardening of her heart to the reality that Sterling Remington would be fucking and giving pleasure to her most precious girl. She steeled herself, then spoke with perfectly obscured pit in her stomach.<br/><br/>"Then ... unfasten his pants and swallow his cock."