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</div>Mistress Minny harbored a wound from the elevator that she'd never reveal to the woman she loved. The last possible moment was not outside the hotel room, but inside that elevator. Mistress transformed into a honed weapon of feminine dominance the moment her heeled step found the carpeted hallway. What words Brigitte spoke as Minny clipped the metal-link chain to her collar failed to register, she had already engaged her mind and demeanor to the task at hand. Minny did not acknowledge Brigitte's declaration as it came too late --- for all intents and purposes, "I know" were the last words that Minny would remember until they met again.<br/><br/>It was such a silly thing, but underneath the cold, demanding exterior, Minny Arden possessed an enormous heart easily wounded by ill-timed infractions, cute or not. Time would come to sulk; Minny needed to hand-off her property to Mr. Remington.<br/><br/>The swarthy, cold-eyed woman offered neither a smirk or a smile when she asked her {<span style="font-size: 12px">supremely</span>} rhetorical question. Minny had made her ferocious love for Brigitte abundantly clear when in conversations with him about transferring her<i>Chaton </i>into his care. Reminding Sterling of Minny's mastery over the situation, the purpose of the demonstration was the last safeguard the Mistress could perform before walking out of the room and {<span style="font-size: 12px">however much it privately pained her</span>} turn her back on Brigitte to the devices of the male dominant. She also wanted to instill the fear of<b>HER </b>into his male heart, and know what torturous warfare would be unleashed if dared cross even a single boundary she had mandated. Mistress Minny encompassed a conflict of contradictions: the pull and tug of what she wanted and didn't want versus what she needed to do all intermixed into a mired melange of discord.<br/><br/>Aside from the initial misstep of thinking he could rise in the Domme's presence, Sterling appeared to be complying with Minny's instructions. Exposing Brigitte's bosom to the man showed him that her Mistress could do what she wanted, when she wanted. A touch of pride also fueled the Domme presenting and parading her property for the man, showing him precisely what belonged to her ... what he could re-claim at any moment --- the woman whom Sterling could come to desire but be forever unattainable.<br/><br/>Minny's hand snaked under Brigitte's armpit and grasped her throat, inching her head back and her spine to curve. The Domme's riding crop dragged up the vertical surface of Brigitte's legs and belly, stopping at her exposed breasts to begin<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/9rX6Kav.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">swatting</a><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/BUfKM7n.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">them</a>. The strikes increased in strength and sting, continuing until her Chaton's pert breasts were swollen, tender, and ripe with aroused stimulation. Brigitte would feel her Mistress's breath in her ear, the feel of her teeth on her earlobe before she whispered: "Make me proud ... hands on his, stare into his eyes."<br/><br/>The grip around Brigitte's throat released, but in the wake of free air came Minny's strong hand taking hold of the collar's backside. Nudges from Mistress's pelvis on her submissive's ass cheeks told her to move forward without words. The French woman was forced to stand before this man --- this utter stranger --- as her breasts hung down when Minny positioned Brigitte to rest her hands upon Sterling's while bent at the waist, her face a dozen inches from the male dominant's handsome visage.<br/><br/>A sound of retrieval and stretched fabric would narrate the tense and erotic awkwardness of Brigitte and Sterling gazing deeply into one another's eyes. The dildo that Minny had picked up on the side table rested in her hand; a wince and quiet grunt announced the smaller plug-end entering the Domme's sex --- the seven-inch long, ribbed shaft protruded with single purpose as Minny tugged at the stainless steel chain and slipped the head of the sex-object gradually into her Chaton's ready pussy.<br/><br/>Sterling would see everything ... in Brigitte's eyes. The moment of entry, the widening of her gaze in ecstasy, and the blurring of her vision as the shaft touched home deep within her. Her face would display all of these events, but moreover communicate the pleasure that only Minny could deliver. The Mistress wanted Brigitte's fingers to grip into the top of Sterling's hands, wanted him to feel the way Mistress brought unparalleled bliss to the woman she loved. When Minny felt Brigitte's round ass on her stocking thigh, she tensed the chain leash and took hold of the French woman's scalp. The bob-cut hair, silken and fine, came out of her face so that Sterling could see {<span style="font-size: 12px">without obstruction</span>} the way Mistress's attention made her property's face contort in euphoria.<br/><br/>No words were spoken as Minny filled her woman from behind, wanting Brigitte's moans and cries to be the soundtrack of her demonstration. In time, Minny began to quicken the pace and slap at Brigitte's inviting ass cheeks until glowed a rose-colored hue.