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</div>The nature of dealing with<i>Chaton</i>'s Mistress involved degrees of knowing and ignorance, the staunch technique in the Dominant's toolbox of control. Sterling received specific yet partial instructions that came across (at the time) as a summary of events. "Be seated when we arrive ... do not rise, do not speak ... do not move your hands unless directed ... steady yourself when I make the hand-off." Such were the only indications of what to expect from the evening, all hinting at circumstances before and/or after that were to be hidden, occluded, veiled from Sterling's understanding and, thus, preventing him from usurping Mistress Minny's grand design.<br/><br/>Not that Sterling had any ambitions of upstaging the ultra-sexy Domme; why would he? He was getting the crown jewel of the harem she allegedly kept on-hand. Sterling had a few women on-call, of various degrees of interest and submission to him; none were worthy of total ownership, and none showed either interest nor potential to become more than occasional dalliances: fuck-toys to be used whenever Sterling needed to empty himself into a warm, willing pussy.<br/><br/>Sterling fought to control the volume of his groans as Brigitte's mouth ran along his formidable girth and her throat swallowed his equally admirable length. Sterling's hazel gaze inched up, searching in vain for Mistress Minny's eyes. The moment forged an odd bond of quasi-intimacy--Minny was fucking Sterling's cock by using her<i>Chaton </i>as a living cock-sleeve. Her eyes, her recognition that Sterling had a worth to her or even existed, eluded the captivated dominant man. He paused why he should even concern himself with such a connection, trivial and emotionally-deterred to mark Sterling as less of an equal to the emboldened Queen of the Evening. He wondered if that also composed Mistress's appeal--the aura about her that made others yearn for her approval by default.<br/><br/>The clinking of the chain as it coiled upon his lap from Minny's outstretched hand woke Sterling from his reverie, as did the chill on his dick--made cool by Brigitte's clinging saliva. He released the arm of the chair, what had been his anchor during the session, and gripped the base of his cock to point it upward. It pulsed, bold in its thickness and wanting the luxurious pressure that only a gorgeous woman's sex could offer. Holding the command-end of the chain, Sterling would grunt and gasp aloud when Brigitte's sweet pussy lowered and split itself on his mushroom-shaped tip. The saliva from her Domme-forced fellatio ran down over his gripping hand, and the visceral nature of her fluid made their intimacy, even by increment, that much more real.<br/><br/>Minny still reigned while in the room, guiding her property to sit back upon the male Dom's cock like a princess on a dildo-laden throne. The dark woman made her parting reminder of obligations known, and Sterling nodded with an accord of understanding. He knew that having access to her<i>Chaton </i>was a privilege and the price of fucking up would be more than simply losing this amazing woman--it might very well end in castration for him. But, as regal as she entered, Mistress Minny donned her black raincoat and strode out of the door--her legs stocking-clad and marching with a poised gait of a noble duchess. By that point, Sterling had already taken over the pace .... much like how a speeder guns the acceleration once they know the cops are out of range.<br/><br/>Then, the door closed; Brigitte was under his auspices and domination.<br/><br/>The first order of business was making the woman run without her darling Dominatrix. He wondered if Brigitte felt any disorientation or loss at the exiting of her partner. The answer was beyond obvious, to a degree, but he wanted to intercede for her sake--show her that he could also be a source of stability when she likely needed it most. Brigitte would feel Sterling's hands grasp her wrists and confidently bring them behind her back. The chain in his hand that hung from the collar Brigitte wore had length to use, and he lashed the loose end around the French woman's thin, pale wrists. She seemed like a marble statue to Sterling, and the thought of inflicting harm or damaging marks carried a sense of fundamental wrong. But, Mistress Minny insisted to not hold back on her partner; Sterling obliged.<br/><br/>Brigitte's neck and wrists bound with a length of chain that ran over her spine, Sterling scooted forward and rocked backwards into the chair. When he did, Brigitte laid back upon his chest; as he continued for fuck her at a domineering pace, his hand reached around to fondle her breast as his lips hovered next to her ear ... whispering.<br/><br/>"You're mine now. I've been waiting for a month for this moment, and you're unbelievably gorgeous. I'm going to use you all weekend long." As he finished his promise, his hands changed purpose--one slipped up to take Brigitte throat, the other reached between her legs and (after coating his fingers in her dripping wet folds) adored her clit with his dexterity. As Sterling gripped Brigitte's jaw, he turned her face to his, kissing her lips over her shoulder.<br/><br/>"First rule ... always ask permission to cum. Let's practice, shall we?" he said with a wicked smile. The sound of the loaned submissive's sloppy sex echoing about the room as he curled his abdomen to pierce her over and over again.