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</div>The spectacle before the seated Sterling began to tug at the man's erotic soul in unprecedented ways. He'd witnessed lurid acts up-close and personal, but nothing in comparison to the intimacy on display. The man felt a pall and frisson grip the wavering margins of his rampant libido; Sterling understood that the pair fucking in front of him could very well have been a husband and wife. The depth of their bonds transcended the often tenuous "dedication" that erotic partners had for one another. Being a true submissive had become a lost art in Sterling's esteem -- in the spirit of self-indulgence, "submitting" was one in a myriad array of sexual options that defined the hedonism of the age.<br/><br/>But, there was a difference between "submitting" and surrendering; Mistress's<i>Chaton </i>clearly devoted herself, every molecule of her being, to the women at her rear. Sterling felt a pang of jealousy, and perhaps that was one goal of the exhibition: an illicitly-graphic illustration of Brigitte's character as well as Mistress Arden's unspoken power as a Domme<i>par excellence</i>. The man could not ignore how he coveted everything before him, and though he did not doubt either himself or his brand of domination, Sterling found himself entrenched between his unsated desire and the soulful eroticism that would forever be out of his reach.<br/><br/>Mistress Minny had said as much, in both her blunt and round-about ways, however it took being in the presence of their erotic radiation--generated by their broadcasted intimacy--to truly comprehend his situation. But, whereas most other dominants might have been enervated by the display, their egos emasculated by the display, Sterling accepted the lesson and focused on the only person who truly mattered to him in that moment--Brigitte. The French woman's face hover and jerked about lightly from the sex Mistress Minny imposed at her rear. Her pretty face advancing and retreating in sync with the salacious rhythm at her back-side.<br/><br/>And then, Sterling heard the Mistress's command that changed his life forever.<br/><br/>Brigitte sealed their lips without hesitation, telling Sterling that Mistress's<i>Chaton </i>was no shrinking violet. Her oral affection came with enthusiasm but without passion; it was the kiss of an erotic woman doing what was asked of her. Sterling dubbed her efforts worthy of professional designation and esteem, she gave her all without giving her heart -- but that did not mean Brigitte wasn't a dirty girl. Sterling eagerly responded, knowing full well that his release of lust was done when Mistress Minny allowed it. And, although the apportioning of sated desire made Sterling Minny's servant, the taste of Brigitte's kiss made him forever her willing thrall.<br/><br/>Brigitte might have hummed from the pleasure of being pierced by her Mistress's vigorous thrusts, but Sterling could not restrain the low-end groan that vibrated in his throat at the woman's sultry taste. Her lips were petite and perfect, her enthusiasm enough to make up for the facile gesture; how much more enticing would such a kiss be if Brigitte invested it with feelings beyond those of obedience. For Mistress's<i>Chaton </i>lived up to her name and reputation; she was every inch the perfect woman Minny had described her to be.<br/><br/>Sterling took up Brigitte's offer to inch his tongue inside her mouth. It came with the slow want of pure seduction, though Sterling found that instead of being the seducer, he was being seduced quite unintentionally by the French woman. He quickly became hers upon that first kiss, their tongues inter-mingling in a salsa dance of desire. Sterling tasted Brigitte's saliva, already wanting more. The kiss broke quickly, leaving Sterling breathless and pretending that the woman about to be loaned to him had not just rocked his world to the core. He gazed into her dark eyes with intensity, only then hearing the Mistress's second command.<br/><br/>Her eyes averted, her fingers could have betrayed an amplified enthusiasm Sterling did not expect. The sound of his belt unbuckling, his pants unfurling, music to Sterling's ears--knowing what was to come. He expected pleasure, but that sensation came from the kiss (or, so he assumed); this was to (again) demonstrate Brigitte's total and utter obedience to her Mistress. Her delicate hands warmed his erection with prowess .......... and then in an instant his cock knew the full glory of warmth and saliva-fueled wetness that was Brigitte's mouth. Sterling audibly held his breath at the intensity of the pleasure, barking out a cry of satisfaction that hinted at disbelief. The Mistress could provide or deny, that was the nature of the game they played, and the feel of his bullet-shaped tip touching the back of Brigitte's throat made playing it all worth the effort and relative humiliation.<br/><br/>The woman gagged and gargled, pushed deeper with her Domme's minor thrusts, effectively causing her sexual soulmate to deep-throat his cock by fucking her in spit-roast fashion. Sterling gathered enough composure to glance up at the Mistress, and the woman's blue did not acknowledge the man at all. From his impression, he ceased to exist as her gaze remained fully and faithfully on the woman he adored. Brigitte's lips kissed the flared base of his cock and Sterling's vision blurred, just able to notice the strained tendons of Brigitte's flawless neck. The feeling of the woman's short, black hair hanging down and tickling Sterling's exposed, well-muscled pelvis only added to the temptation. His head tilting back and a low, steady groan emitting as Brigitte's throat worked wonders.<br/><br/>Sterling wanted to cum, just like that--down her throat and making her gag and clamp down to milk his cock dry. Given another fifteen minutes and a lack of social grace, it could have happened; however, Sterling knew that Mistress Arden had more planned. Sterling so wished to release his hands from the prison without walls, touch this woman who would be his to use and acquaint himself with her body and every gorgeous inch.<br/><br/>But, Sterling was nothing if not patient; he kept his eyes closed and focused on the pleasure Brigitte's throat afforded his throbbing erection. Waiting was an integral aspect of the "hand-off", and he knew the best was yet to come.