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</div>Many women could be counted as notches in Sterling's belt over the years. Most were casual encounters, the dominant sweeping in with subtle, debonair grace when an opportunity presented itself. The man could sense erotic potential with preternatural skill, and he had learned to hone his appetite to expect nothing less than the very best. Sterling was a man defined by intuition and masculine presence; he rarely made himself known in situations of little concern, but when he wished for the world to arrange itself in a particular manner, Sterling intervened with a gravity most found undeniable. He was used to people around him, not notably poised ladies who harbored a submissive streak, being affected by his gaze and demeanor.<br/><br/>This time, Sterling found himself being the one affected by someone of great beauty and presence. Both their eyes met, and a flash of passionate fire burst to life deep within the man. Although Sterling committed himself to an agenda of stoic self-portrayal, Brigitte would see the seated man (not normally affected by trivialities) being stirred upon apprehending Brigitte in her full glory.<br/><br/>"She's ... amazing," Sterling spoke in the whispered tone that came when being awe-struck.<br/><br/>From the outset, Brigitte's reaction should not have surprised Sterling. But, nothing about the encounter he found himself lost within was going according to his expectations. Such mental condolences when control could not be fully promised or gained felt fragile in that moment, for Sterling braced himself for a truly new experience. Meeting Brigitte was an integral component of that bracing, near profound process of witnessing a ritual of magnificence. Being, for all intents and purposes, gelded by the fair Mistress put Sterling at a loss ... of being a passive participant where he could only receive. The rules and essential schedule of Minny's performance had been laid out beforehand, but actually being a spectator of Minny's erotic event would count as an experience that would deeply affect the dominant businessman.<br/><br/>Sterling<i>had expected </i>Brigitte to be impassive, aloof. Given what the Mistress had described, Brigitte was her core lover ... even life partner. She was described as strong as steel and more faithful than any human could be. Why then did Sterling detect a daunted quality in the dark eyes from someone Mistress insisted as being dauntless? The reality of the reasons, Sterling told himself, was likely mundane in origin. It could have been that she had personal plans that her new assignment interrupted, or it could have been that she was only alerted to her new role only recently. Such causes could contribute to one failing in focus, or at the very least detract from attempts at projecting oneself as Mistress's hardcore devotee.<br/><br/>A genuine hunger grew in Sterling's core for Brigitte as their eye contact held and maintained; little did Sterling realize that what he deemed a fleeting glimpse would soon be served in overwhelming degree. Any semblance of coherent thought flew out the window once Mistress Minny began the demonstration, pulling down the lingerie Brigitte wore that covered her pert breasts. Sterling's eyes went wide, enthralled at how such a simple act of revelation could entice Sterling to lust for the French woman even more than the burning desire already brewing.<br/><br/>Mistress Minny's instructions had been clear: remain seated while she exhibited her<i>Chaton</i>. He rose up initially upon their arrival as a gesture of respect and welcome. Sterling was unaware that the routine Minny had concocted began the moment she stepped through the doorway. But, as the show was definitely in progress, Sterling sat back in that leather chair with his hands resting upon the side arm-rests. He could feel his heart knocking in his chest, riveted and aroused at what was in store.