Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 289/ 39: Painful Massage

Stumbling out of the car, I hated my life and cursed. Crystal then started to help me out, and we walked inside her house, where I collapsed onto the couch and lay back. "Fuck, that was painful; I can't believe I pushed myself too far. Thankfully, I did not over-extend or hurt myself permanently." I cursed myself.

"Well, you did do a number on yourself, "Crystal said. I looked at her and nodded, which hurt. 

"C- Can you pass me my phone?" I asked.

"Sure. Why, though?"

"Massage, I want one." 

"Grace and Debbie, right?"

"Yup, Debbie is good at her job, and although it will be painful as fuck at first, it should loosen me up. Oh yeah, that reminds me," I said, turning to look at Crystal, who looked annoyed now.

"Another thing you forgot?"

"Well, this one was yesterday. It was because Sensei said he wanted to see you this weekend. I don't know why myself."

"Oh, sure, that is not a problem. In fact, on weekends, I want you to start taking me on some of your runs. I feel like I might be putting on weight again," Crystal said, looking down. I looked at her and did not see it.

"If you are, I haven't noticed," I told her bluntly. Honestly, I am more worried about that fact because it means you are not gaining any muscle either," I told her, earning me a slap on the arm, which I winced. "Muscle pain," I complained.

"That was on purpose for you being an ass," Crystal shot back.

Instead of pressing, I turned down my phone and called Grace. Three rings later, I heard her pick up. "Well, long time no hear," Grace said.

"Yeah, Well, I—" I stopped. Well, actually, I need services because I have muscle pains right now, and I was hoping if I could make an appointment for today," I told her honestly.

"So, not even about me and my best friend."

"Well, if you want to come over here, help me out a bit, and then I would be more than willing to pay and put you both in your place sexually. Even have a dungeon where I am where I can tie you both up and spank you both senseless," I replied.

There was a pause over the phone. That pause became pregnant with how long it went, and Grace started to chuckle, "You are shameless, you know."

"Guilty," I replied.

"I will call Debbie, and I will let you know," Grace said and hung up the phone. Crystal was on the couch, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"She did not say," I told her. She told me she would call me back."

"You said something about my dungeon?" Crystal said with a mischievous look on her face.

"Well, there is a dungeon here, and she was acting like she was annoyed that I did not call them earlier like I only used them for massages."

"They can call you too."

"Exactly!" I grinned, "I don't have to be the one to reach out. I don't know why people act like I am the one to reach out." I scoffed, "Seriously," I turned to Crystal, "I have more than enough sexual partners, I have work, and we just talked about all the shit on my plate. Why the fuck do I have to be the one to reach out first? I barely remember sometimes that I have a fucking kid on the way."

"Okay, Angela, that is being indignant; you have shit on your plate, but so do other people."

I sighed, "Wow, I just started to complain. It's been a while since I complained," I started to chuckle. "Welcome to this side of me, Crystal, who is me with muscle pains. It happens so fucking rarely, but when I do, I get oddly complainy. Like, I just start complaining about everything without thinking about it because I am miserable."

Crystal looked at me surprised, "Just out and say it, huh?"

I took a deep breath, and the complaints rang in my mind a dozen times a moment. I lifted my leg and grunted because of the muscle pain. Then I heard the phone ring and picked it up, seeing Grace on the caller ID.

"Hey, that was faster than I was expecting," I said with a smile.

"Where are you at, Angela?" Grace asked, "Debbie is on one of her days off, so she can come over."

My eyes narrowed at that, and something told me that was a lie through and through. She would have started with Debbie being sick or on vacation if she had been. No, that girl just called in sick to work to come see me. Grace would know what her schedule was. Should I call them out on it?

No, not over the phone, but in person, it would be fun.

"Oh, that is good news. Will Debbie mind doing some work on her day off?" I asked, trying hard to keep the amusement out of my voice.

"She is fine with it. She already said she would like to come over, and I missed you a little."

"Oh?" I replied teasingly, not able to help myself. "Well, then," I said finally, and I told her the address. "Come over when you can," I said, "My Girlfriend will let you in." With that, I hung up the phone, and Crystal looked at me. 

"You know what, I am tired, Angela. I am going to turn on the television while we wait, and I want to snuggle."

I moved to the back of the couch, and Crystal smiled, walked over, and got on the couch in front of me, becoming a little spoon. I wrapped my arms around her, and she turned on a show, "You know, we are continuing Dragon Ball. I have a craving, and I have seen it before," Crystal said and turned on the show before snuggling a bit more into me. She set her phone nearby, and I watched the show.

Look at this girl, just passing out while I am in pain. Nope, no complaining; I watched and hoped Debbie would get here soon to help me. I watched the show and heard Crystal turn from her normal breathing to her sleeping rhythm, so I stayed quiet and watched the show with one of the creepiest old men I had ever seen. It reminded me of the Catholic Church but with fewer actual crimes. 

I yawned, watched the show, and relaxed without thinking too much. I knew that once I started to move again, I would be in pain once more, and sitting still probably wasn't the best. But I liked holding Crystal as she slept, and the show was interesting if a little over the top with things.

I zoned out into this extremely perverted show as I listened to Crystal breathe in and out slowly. She was completely passed out, and I smiled thinking about that. Time seemed to slip, and another episode came on when suddenly the phone rang. Crystal grumbled. Her eyes opened up, and she grabbed her phone but let it ring again before picking it up.

"Hello, we are here to see Angela?" I heard over the speakerphone.

"Mmm, come in," Crystal said. She got up, hung up the phone, and looked at me. "You know," She continued, walking around the couch, "I really enjoyed sleeping in your arms while you were awake. It was the soothing feeling you touched me slowly and rubbed me. It put me out like a light." 

I was?

"Good to know," I said with a smile. She opened the door, and Grace and Debbie were at it, both with smiles. Debbie had a large white thing with a handle on it to carry it.

"Hey, I am Debbie," The blonde white woman said.

"I am Grace," The black woman with braided hair said.

Both were dressed in trench coats, which I found odd, but I did not say anything as I looked on from the couch. "Hi, I am Crystal, Angela's Girlfriend, and this is my house. Do you need to set up anywhere?" Crystal asked, pointing at the table.

"Depends. Does Angela want privacy?" Debbie asked, and I chuckled.

: "Could not care less if all of you see me naked." I replied with a smile, "In fact, if there is a hole in that table for me to stick my dick through, one of you can blow me while I get a massage," I said.

Debbie blushed, Crystal smiled, and Grace shook her head. "You are unreal."

"Oh, be quiet," I said with a grin. "You love it," I told her, and I moved to get off the couch.

Pain laced my body, and I winced. "What did you do to get yourself in this condition?" Debbie asked, watching me and setting up her table. I watched as she opened the table, and it split into three parts, each with a hole in it and a donut at the head for me to stick my head into. She just set it up in the hallway without complaint.

"I have a problem with Flexibility. My coach started a yoga and stretching routine with me, and my body is not used to it in the least."

"That bad," Debbie said. I will need you to strip; I will do a medical massage and tissue repair work. If you are not lying, it is probably just micro tears from the extension, which should be normal. But if you have a stiff body, you might have micro years from lengthening the muscles. Everything should be fine for an hour or two after the massage if it is. If not, I can recommend a local hospital because you will need to see a doctor, and it might take one to two weeks in the hospital. If it is a level two strain, you're looking at one to two months of this and repeated doctor visits. So let's get you checked out."

"Thanks, I will pay you after this, too, sex or not," I told her, "I appreciate you calling in sick for me."

"You told her?" Debbie snapped at Grace with a massive blush, and Grace looked at me, startled.

"No, I didn't!" Grace complained, "I told her you were on days off!"

"Oh, I was just guessing," I told her bluntly. I saw both of them blush, and Crystal was laughing as she got on her knees before me and started to help me out of my pants, panties, and socks. Then Crystal got up and helped me with my sports bra while Debbie turned to me.

"You are mean," Debbie complained, slightly annoyed me because of this morning and last night.

"I know, right?" Crystal agreed, "She is super mean, saying things that are not supposed to be said aloud bluntly."

"You deal with it too?"

"She had me gushing yesterday with all the meanness she was reaping upon me," Crystal confirmed, and I rolled my eyes and got up on the table, and realized there was a space where someone could suck my dick as I did not feel it pressing against my stomach. "Um, you know there is a hole around where my dick is," I commented for the group to know.

"That is because you are taller than five or six. This table is built for that but pulls out to accommodate taller people. I have an attachment here that covers it up. I thought you might want to keep it open, though, so I put one leaf about and below where your cock should be. I can fix it if you want," Debbie said as she took a bag from Grace. "You even called me out on my skipping work for this; I think It might be a good idea," Debbie said, and I could hear the pout.

"But Grace is already getting under the table," Crystal said, and I chuckled as I tried to get as comfortable as someone laying on two massive breasts could. 

"Ladies, we can all stop calling each other out. I have a massive amazing cock. You all can enjoy it," I told them and heard chuckles all around.

"You know, she sounds like a playboy with a bunch of girls fighting over him from those sitcoms."

"Don't," I said, "I hate those characters," I sneered into the donut, "I am honest, never bullshit, and have never cheated like those fuckers do. I am not afraid of commitment either," I finished.

"I did not realize you hated those characters so much," Crystal said.

"Because I rarely watch Television. But I have seen some, and I dislike them." I then paused as I felt Grace start to lick my cock, and I smiled, "You know, last time I saw you, although you were a little forward, it seems you are breaking out of your shell a bit. Grace, Please, Continue." I said, and I felt her freeze for a moment before continuing, and I moaned as she licked around the head of my cock. 

"Alright, let's see what I am dealing with," Debbie said, and suddenly, a jolt of pain from my muscles hit me, and I winced but did not move. I felt her moving from my ass down my leg and heard her humming a bit. "Oh yeah, okay, this is okay," She said before moving on, "Your ankles seem fine." She remarked, changing legs and continued.

I let her continue forcing myself to think and focus more on my cock than on the rest of my body and felt the rapid rise of my cock inside Grace's mouth. "Let me join you," Crystal suddenly said, and I felt her face dive into my balls, and I moaned.

Both got to work, and I felt Debbie all over my back and down my arms. Then she got to my neck, finished up, and said, "Okay, so my assessment is no lasting damage. You went rough on yourself, but probably not as rough as you think. You should not push yourself as hard as you did today, but I can help you loosen up. What you're feeling now is from trying too much too fast. So, in retaliation, all your muscles, basically Charlie horse, almost tighten up, limiting your movement and creating pain from trying to move. Loosen them up, and most of the pain should be gone." Debbie said, and I felt her pouring oils all over my back. "This is going to be about an hour or so," Debbie said, "Maybe a bit longer depending on how tight some are. Let's get started," Debbie said, spreading the oils around my back, "Oh, this is going to feel like I am torturing you at first; be prepared, and don't complain too much."

What then began was a nightmare of pleasure and pain. My cock wanted to shrink from the pain, but the two girls were working it hard, sending brain tingles throughout my body. I bit my lip, and I never realized how much Blowjobs could fucking suck. I shivered as Debbie was not nice to me, and I barely restrained myself from getting up and punching a wall.

Muscle after muscle slowly loosened up, and my cock loaded up Grace as she forced an orgasm from me, sending a painkiller around my body for a few moments. Then Debbie was there on another muscle that I swore to myself I would get back at her for.

The back, arms, and neck were the first three areas she focused on, and after she was done with one muscle, it felt so much fucking better when she was working on it. It was hell. 

Muscle after muscle she worked on, and I was lost in it. I was there for each moment, and finally, Debbie reached the legs, which hurt even more. Then, after three orgasms and the hell of loosening up muscles, I turned around, and Debbie started to hunt on the front of my body and started to work it. 

I sighed with pride that I did not give up the game that I hurt all over, as it had become a test to me. Debbie got to work, and my abdomen was quickly finished; she worked her way down much faster than my back and legs. Then she smiled, moved to my head, and smiled down at me, "You did amazing, Angela; are you okay?" she asked.

"I-" I winced and got up and looked her in the eye, "I am going to punish you so fucking hard, you are going to scream for mercy. But yes, I am feeling much better," I said, getting up and off the table, and Debbie blushed. 

Grace smiled, "How did you like that?" Grace asked.

"Honestly, it's not your fault, but I don't think I will ever do things that way again. Mixing pleasure and pain like that is not my thing," Grace pouted.

"Actually, I can't believe I did not think about that, Sorry Angela." Crystal said and turned to Grace, "She had serious muscle pain and is not a Maschist. She does not take pleasure from it; frankly, I wouldn't either. So, the pain she was experiencing was being hit with pleasure at the same time. For the last hour or so, her brain probably was trying to concentrate on the pleasure, but Shoulders and arms are closer to the brain, and it will register those first."

"Let's stop talking about it," I said, moving a bit off the table, and I looked at the woman around me, "So, What do you sluts want me to do to you?" I asked with a grin, "We have Crystal's Dungeon downstairs, and we will be sanitizing everything afterward," I said, and Crystal snorted. "What? I was going to have Kyle do it with you. You know, learn from you, so you won't have to do it anymore."

Crystal looked at me surprised, "You surprise me again," Crystal said, "It is hard to be angry with you."

"I mean, she is offering in front of you to fuck others? Do you not get jealous?" Debbie asked.

"Oh, yeah, I do. It's amazing. People think Jealousy and envy are bad emotions. They are human emotions, and I love feeling them. It makes me hot. I love masturbating to it as a Voyeur, so," Crystal grinned. Call her once in a while and come over and have fun. Either she will film it so I can watch it later, or I will be there having my fun," Crystal informed her.

"That feels weird," Grace said, and I saw her chocolate skin blush, and I grinned at her. 

"Grace, just don't think about it; in fact, Debbie, Grace, What are your BDSM Fantasies?" I asked, and they both looked at me, but they could not see the predatory smile that showed on Crystal's face as I asked that question.