The Futanari Demon Queens Handler Chapter 12: Choice is Made

I spent more time walking around contemplating, and I felt that Mutt training can only go so far. This powerful woman was strong-minded, and there was no chance she would break from this. Then again, that is what made her interesting. This powerful woman loved and hated treatment. She loved it more than she hated it, obvious and sly because she was still doing it. She enjoyed it more and more, but I could tell that she was barely willing to admit it to herself.

This Demon Queen has been at the top of the world for too long, and now was maybe the first time she had been brought down from her high horse to become less than human. It was immensely enjoyable to treat her like a mutt, have her do tricks like a dog, and move her around the room on the turf. Even making her do her business in the grass made her even more embarrassed., 

Now, I was controlling her shame, pain, and pleasure. I knew at this moment from working with other very powerful people blindly following my orders was a massive relief. Each day, they would make decisions that would change the world, and taking a couple of days where not one thought about making decisions was needed or simple as following instinct was like finding water in the middle of the desert.

So Now I was left with a choice of so many things, and playing ball with the Demon Queen was getting boring. It was fun to make her act like a mutt, but it only had so much fun for a period of time for me. Puppy play was something you did in a more relaxed setting most of the time. I already allowed her to mount me, and the rest of it was more or less treating her as a pet while I did my own thing.

Watching Television and treating her like a dog was good puppy play and even doing work. There was play like I had been doing and then mounting. So, with all of that out of the way, I still had to choose. I finally wanted to treat her more like a toy—a toy for me to make scream and enjoy.

Breaking toys was something I had always loved doing, and I wanted to break her a little now. I grinned and snapped my fingers, and pointed to the ground before me, “Sit and listen Bitch,” I snapped, and The Demon Queen moved with fast purpose, with sweat slightly dripping down her body on her breasts from the exertion of running around on her hands and knees. 

It was a simple misconception for many normal people to think Mages or Archmages might not sweat or break a sweat when they reach your level of power. I could literally force my body not to do so, and the same could be true for others. But the fact is that mana makes your body hot, and so does running around, even if it doesn't wind you. So, the human body cools itself with sweat, which was a fun thing to learn when I started to learn to manipulate the human chemical experience to a high degree. 

“You have two choices, and you may stuff your face in my pussy and pleasure your Mistress while you think. I will give you one chance to choose between two options.” I told her.

“Woof~!” She replied, still as a dog, and I smiled.

“When you answer, we will stop this play for now, and maybe we can pick it up later if I feel like it,” I told her, and my hand came down and scratched under her chin. She shivered under my fingers. I could see she was into the puppy play, “You can choose between these two options because there is so little time for us to play with each other in the coming days. So, Do you want me to Tie you down and tickle you? Or would you like to be fucked senseless, or last but not least, the best orgasm of your life?” I asked, my smile turning sinister as I listed the three most cruel tortures, from lightest to harshest. Then again, they sounded the opposite way, going from harshest to lightest.

The Demon Queen shuddered under my touch, and I looked into her eyes, and she looked torn. I let her decide, though, as the choice was important. The psychology of being the one to pick was massive, and the indecision was part of that. I petted her hair as I scratched under her chin. Her massive throbbing intersex cock was wagging for me like a tail, and she looked at me.

“T- The best orgasm of my life?” The demon queen chose the harshest play style among the options, and I grinned. 

“Oh, You sure?” I asked, my smile brighter with each moment.

I could tell that my smile made her falter for the briefest of moments, but her instinct to decide quickly and confidently took over. “Yes, Mistress,” the Demon Queen said, sealing her fate, and I grinned massively.

“Oh, what a good Masochistic bitch you are,” I cooed, “Choosing the harshest play without even thinking twice. I think we should have a bite to eat before we do something that will take that long. “Since you chose something that will entertain me a lot, though, I will cap the play till the end of the night. I don't want to just do this for the rest of my stay with such an interesting toy,” I told her with a grin, and I scratched under her chin for another moment, making her moan a little without thought before I got up and looked down.

“Let's get food; you may act like a human this time. I do not wish to waste time; ensure your cucked demon does not stay for too long this time.” I ordered the second most powerful person in the world, snapped my fingers, and ordered her with a simple hand movement. And she started to crawl behind me obediently without a second thought, and we headed upstairs, where we ordered food.

This meal turned into something truly boring. It was substance, and that was all. The Demon Queen sat at that table with me, her breasts looking delicious as she ate, although she looked confused. “Why are you allowing me to eat like this? " the Demon Queen asked, and I grinned at how the question was phrased like she had to get my permission to act like a human. The Demon Queen seemed a little susceptible to someone doing her kinks well.

“Because Tickle play and multiple orgasms take a relatively short amount of time,” I told her as I finished my side dish and started on the main meal, “The Best orgasm of your life? Have you thought about what it is going to take me to make you achieve the best orgasm of your life?” I asked, and the Demon Queen paused.

“Without your Magic, I am unsure,” The Demon Queen admitted her ignorance.

I started to chuckle, and I looked at her, “Humans are conditioned to want things quickly, efficiently, and with the least amount of effort. We were hunter-gatherers. We want the most nutritional meal with the least amount of calories used. So, look at a human that is in the desert without water,” I explained slowly and grinned, “That water becomes everything. They need to hunt for it, gather it, and drink it. Your brain will slowly think only about water more and more. Water is ultimately almost tasteless. So it should not taste good or bad. But when you have been deprived of it for hours, days, weeks? That first sip of water becomes the best thing in your life, and the taste is unreal. It is not that water suddenly got better,” I told her, and the Demon Queen looked at me, horrified, now realizing where I was going.

“It is your need for that water that increased, and your brain is making that taste like the best water of your life!” The Demon Queen shivered and looked at me as my smile got larger and larger.

“Exactly, so, tell me, The all-powerful Demon Queen. How am I going to make you have the best orgasm of your life?”

“You are going to deny me what I want till my brain feels like it is in a desert without water, desperate for that small amount of hydration.”

I grinned, “It's so nice dealing with someone smart. It's too bad you did not realize what I meant earlier. Then again, I really am going to enjoy hearing you beg.” I grinned, and I knew Masochiest would tremble, as did the Demon Queen, as she witnessed my smile and its deeply sinister depths.

The Demon Queen opened and closed her mouth, and I got up and walked over to get her a couple of glasses of water. “Drink this; it will give you a bit of borderline relief when we get into the thick of it,” I told her, and she shivered again.

I loved the look of partial fear on her face, and I sat back down and finished my food while the Demon queen finished her food in silence. It was amazing seeing someone grapple with their own choice that they decided. She understood that I never even gave her a time constraint to think about what I was going to do to her for each of those options. 

It was obvious what Tickle play was, and the Mulitple orgasms. The Best orgasm in your life was just as obvious if you took your time to think about it with a clear head. After all, she was not a stupid woman, and it was fun to see her grappling with the choice.

I finished my food, and the Demon Queen finally asked, “C- Can I change my choice?”

The laugh that erupted from my lips was both charming and humorous, as I knew she was going to ask. I was also controlling my laugh to make her blush and embarrass her. She could tell my response from my laugh, but I also never answered, and I took a moment to turn the laughter into a chuckle as I stood up and walked to her, looking down at her powerful naked form and bringing my hand under her chin, making her look at me and I smiled brightly. “Such a silly thought in your head, Fucktoy” I said, and I brought my other hand up to my lips and licked the tip, “You wanted me to entertain myself with your body, and you asked for the most entertaining thing out of the three options. Why would I ever allow my entertainment to go away?”

The Demon Queen started to realize my personality with those words, and I smiled as she finally started to react to it. And I loved the look on her face at the realization. “Good. You start to understand that your choices barely matter in this. You have chosen to be my Fucktoy. You lost most of your choices while I was here. If you are the most powerful woman in the world, then I am the god of this world, looking down upon you and stepping on your face if I choose to. While I am here, I am Goddess, Mistress, Queen, lord, or whatever you want to think about as a God. If I choose to take my decision over yours, then you will live with the consequences. You can ask me to leave, and I will, and like a sadistic god, I will let you forever remember my touch but never be able to attain it again. You get one to kick me out. Then I will leave and never come back. If I give you a choice, then you think about that choice, like asking for a wish from a genie. Because I will make what you choose to happen now, shut up. Eat your food, as we might not even have dinner tonight because of YOUR choice,” I grinned and walked over and retrieved four more cups of water.

“Drink,” I ordered again, and the Demon Queen shivered under my orders.

Then, pick up the glass and drank it with a small masochistic smile, showing me how much she loved being talked down to. This woman was hopeless like every other masochistic bitch I have met.

God, I love fucking with them.