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</div>Brigitte knew something was wrong with Mistress, she had assumed it was their impending separation. It would have caused her deep distress to realize that Mistress was so deep into her dominant persona that her<i>Chaton's </i>words of affection were not heard.   That before this longest of separations the last words Mistress would have registered from her was her unusual bit of cheek that had been a product of her own anxiety over her upcoming role in Mistress' plans.  But writing it off to something else, Brigitte entered the hotel room intent on nothing but making her Mistress proud.  As Brigitte's exposed breasts were displayed for this man's approval, Mistress seemed very much her dominant self, taking full control of the room, showing herself as the dominant  of dominants with no doubt left in anyone's mind, especially not hers.  That was at least a small comfort to her, knowing her Mistress ruled supreme even here.<br/><br/>Her gaze at Sterling softened slightly as he declared her 'amazing' her lips might have even registered the slightest hint of a smile.  She was rather fond of praise, a not insignificant portion of her day was committed to maintaining her body in top condition and she enjoyed the occasional confirmation of her efforts.  Despite the way she jiggled and flinched at the strikes of the crop, she very much enjoyed that too.  Mistress may have been making her own impression on her new business associate, but it doubled nicely as a 'care and feeding' instruction for her<i>Chaton</i>.<br/><br/>Mistress' display was both effective and thorough, she could see the proud man's every breath focused upon the women before him as Brigitte's body was played like a fine violin by a virtuoso.  But then she was ordered to do the most difficult of tasks for her at this moment.  Stare into this man's eyes as Mistress continued her demonstration.  In the time since Brigitte came to belong to Mistress, she had enjoyed the privilege of being completely transparent to her owner.  But she was only pledged to obey this man, not be his soulmate, not to open up every corner of her being to him.  She could keep secrets from this man, would be expected to, but those eyes were piercing and Brigitte's defenses out of practice.<br/><br/>It wasn't too difficult at first but as Brigitte realized what was about to happen she knew it would be much more challenging to maintain her heir of disinterest as Mistress continued.  Perhaps that was her plan, to make Brigitte vulnerable to this man?  To test her resolve?  Her eyes hardened as if it were about to be a test of wills of sorts between them.<br/><br/>That hardness melted with penetration and Brigitte's full red lips parted with a soft exhale of pleasure that sounded of pure bliss.  It was Mistress' final challenge before Mr. Remington, to be able to bring such ecstasy to her<i>Chaton</i>.  As the pleasure built, Brigitte held her hands on top of Sterling's but her fingers curled beneath, her perfectly manicured nails digging slightly into the flesh of his palm.  As the thrusts came with a perfected rhythm, Brigitte's breasts bounced and swayed as Mistress knew the exact frequency of her<i>Chaton's </i>body.<br/><br/>Mistress found all of Brigitte's most sensitive places and she began to lose eye contact as the pleasure became overwhelming.  She was about to climax right in front of Sterling, her fingernails now painfully jabbing into his palm as her leash was pulled tight and her face, a mask of sexual fulfillment, presented to her temporary owner.  It was then that Brigitte came, her eyes too unfocused to fully capture Sterling's but she tried as she might.  Brigitte doubted she could cum like this for a man, she had a feeling Mistress knew the same.