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</div>Brigitte, her face pulled from Sterling's cock by Mistress' grip on her hair looked into the eyes of the man who now held her leash. Given by her own Mistress to this man she barely knew. Such a transaction may not include Brigitte's heart and soul but there was little doubt after this demonstration that every inch of her body was his to command and enjoy. The thick strand of cum and saliva connecting them mattered little to the sultry Frenchwoman, it might make her look a whore but she didn't care. She would gladly be a whore for her Mistress, some might say that was exactly what she was at the moment, but those people would have no idea of the depth of connection between Mistress and her<i>Chaton</i>.<br/><br/>Her dark eyes longing for her Mistress, Brigitte was turned to face the object of her devotion and the cause of their separation for a lingering last look before they were parted.  It was heart wrenching but necessary and though it might not seem that way to anyone else, it was Mistress' parting gift.  Mistress' grip on her throat was more comfort than threat, if one knew the language between them, Mistress would feel the pulse of Brigitte's heart bearing just for her.  One anxiety of Brigitte's had been that first submission to intercourse between herself and the male that would hold her leash for the immediate future.  But the responsibility of that delicate dance was taken from her as Mistress lifted her onto Sterling's lap.<br/><br/>It was not coincidental that Brigitte would hear the slight jingle of her leash as Sterling took control of her just as the head of his cock stretched her soaked and swollen lips.  The submissive's chest rose and fell with each furtive breath as inch by inch she was sheathed onto a man's cock for the first time since she had met Mistress and become hers.  She was surprised at how different it was to have such thick living flesh enter her, impaling her upon the pulsing shaft.  Though still her eyes and her heart remained focused upon Mistress.  Seeing her owner and her love gather herself to leave made the realization of her new role real for the very first time.<br/><br/>She nodded wordlessly as Mistress instructed her to "remember your oaths" not realizing it was meant for Sterling.  Her core muscles contracted reflexively, squeezing the thick cock driven balls deep into her now, as part of her promise had been to pleasure this man as she would pleasure her Mistress.  Dark eyes followed Mistress until the door closed between them and she was alone.  Only then did she realize the man was thrusting up and into her.  She felt the tug at her collar, arching her back obediently as she rode his cock and purred like a proper<i>Chaton</i>.<br/><br/>There was nothing to say, her graceful body followed his rhythm, complimenting his thrusts with the rocking of her pelvis.  She relaxed her core as he thrust upward, and squeezed as he fell back as if she was intentionally trying to milk him of his seed.  Far from her mind was whether Mistress had laid out Sterling's responsibility regarding breeding her Chaton.  Birth control had not been an issue between Mistress and Brigitte for obvious reasons, but feeling a virile cock inside of her was a reminder of just how much things had changed in less than 24 hours.