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</div>Two women, bedecked in class and elegance, entered the open elevator in the lobby in reserved silence. Many eyes could not help straying to observe them, marvel at them. Both wearing short, black peacoats, the pair moved as a unit, their darkly sheer, stocking-clad legs moving with patient purpose. They looked similar as they moved in tandem; the one in the lead long-haired, though it was tied in a bun, the one who followed sporting her dark hair in a bob cut. They radiated an aura that would affect all who encountered them, but none could either discern or divine the nature of their power or relationship to one another. For the answer to the riddle of their mystique was that they drew power from their relationship; most people had no idea how to even conceive of being so profoundly connected in the Modern era.<br/><br/>And so, Mistress Minny and her<i>Chaton</i>, Brigitte, left the lobby and the sealed elevator doors gave them the last minute of privacy they'd enjoy for months. Minny wasted no time, tearing open the buttoned coat of boiled wool and exposing Brigitte's<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/n0hi2GO.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">lingerie-clad</a>frame. The Domme's lips mashed in feral lust against those of her most prized possession, as her hands felt her firm, hand-sized tits without apology ... like the woman was her property.<br/><br/>Because, in a very real sense, Brigitte was; and, the Mistress's<i>Chaton </i>surrendered every inch of her mind, body, and soul to the Domme for whom love was more than just a word. The bond that united them was unbreakable, and that fueled part of the rationale for the Mistress loaning her most beloved pet to the businessman for the next several months. Sterling and Minny had grown to be something akin to friendly associates in the high-stakes game of corporate finance and profit-seeking. They knew, almost immediately, that the other carried an air of confidence that only came from being the ruling party in the sultry practice of sexual domination.<br/><br/><i>"So, Sterling dear, I have a proposition for you ..." </i>Those were the fateful words Minny uttered less than a month ago when the man casually bemoaned needing a proper French translator and assistant. It all worked out on paper, and Minny sharing Brigitte's image sealed the deal --- Brigitte would be Sterling's professional attaché by day and sexual submissive by night. {<span style="font-size: 12px">a veritable 24/7 cum-slut</span>} In exchange, Sterling would ensure that Zuleau's business assets and new acquisitions would steadily increase. Assured revenues would free Minny's mind to other pursuits and allow her focus on projects having been put on hold for far too long. A cynic might label Minny's offer "sex trafficking," but Brigitte was not submitting to the arrangement against her will. She loved her Mistress, as the Mistress loved her<i>Chaton</i>.<br/><br/>As their lips parted, the heated and aroused Domme took hold of<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/e6ruzBz.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">the collar</a>Brigitte wore and tugged her face closer for one last french kiss. "I love you," Minny whispered, a hint of water lining the bottom of her eye. The Domme discretely wiped away the moisture before returning to point, face bearing a stern expression as she marched with purpose to the appointed hotel room. They stopped and Mistress took off her coat, revealing<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/31wO3V2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">her outfit and riding crop</a>... then removed Brigitte's coat completely, before affixing a stainless steel chain to her collar ring.<br/><br/>No knocking, just a swipe of the pass key and the door went wide open; Mistress Minny entered with her<i>Chaton </i>in tow. She would give the impression of a erotically-confident and regal woman of immense poise, striding into the room wearing her signature heels and regarding the male sitting in the leather chair with an look of unimpressed boredom. She walked until she found a long counter, there she dropped their coats and picked up an object left per her instructions to Sterling. Minny continued with deliberate steps until she stood several feet in front of Sterling, the man slowly began to rise from his chair ...<br/><br/>"I did<b>not </b>give you permission to rise!" Minny snapped, her riding crop pointing straight at the man's heart.<br/><br/>Sterling's eyes went wide in shock, and he slowly retreated back into the chair. He could be heard breathing in and out, more of a sigh --- Minny smirked and paraded Brigitte in front of him. Brigitte would be made to feel as if on display, as if being exhibited for this stranger's appraisal and enticement. To add to the moment, Minny's fingers swept the shoulder straps of Brigitte's lingerie down her shoulder and then ever. so. slowly. tugged down her cups to expose her perfect breasts.<br/><br/>Minny moved behind Brigitte, nipping at her earlobe from behind. The Domme's free hand reached around and openly fondled her submissive's breasts for Sterling to watch, pinching at the pink nipple playfully. The riding crop dragged up and down her Chaton's stocking legs, swiping swiftly on her rear end to make the submissive jump and jiggle her bosom.<br/><br/>"Tell me, Mr. Remington," Minny asked, self-satisfied. "Is she not the most beautiful, perfect creature you ever laid eyes upon?"