Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 285/ 35: Are you Mad?

The cold, cool autumn air blew against my face as I drove away from the club. I had a smile on my face, and I had my phone set to call Crystal, which I did. Two rings later, Crystal picked up, and I closed the window while I heard "Mistress" from my Minx.

"Minx, I am coming over. Is that an Issue?"

"Why would it be? I am wondering, though, if you still have that outfit you sent me a picture of."

"Of course," I replied with a chuckle.

"Because I want to get spanked with you wearing that."

"Okay, but not tonight," I replied, "I am fucking tired if I am being honest. I am actually almost at the end of my stamina," I told her honestly, "My legs hurt, my arms hurt, and my muscles are twitching a little. I need to lay back after a hot shower."

"My Girlfriend, at the end of her stamina." I heard the disbelief in her voice, "Has this happened before in our relationship? Wait, nothing emotionally tiring, right?"

"Nope, just too much workout."

"There is no such fucking thing for you, Angela. Where is my girlfriend? Did you kidnap her? Tell me?!" I heard the amusement in her voice as she exclaimed, "Imposter!"

I chuckled and relaxed, "I can tell you what I did to a customer then. Will that prove my identity?"

"Yup, I want to hear."

"I started my day with a couple of laps around my school. Then, I did a ten-kilometer run in about thirty-five minutes. Then I got into a fight with some muscle dude named Mercier or something like that. Then I played volleyball till I dropped. I had to take time on the grass to recover a bit. Then I played more volleyball till my body was dripping in sweat, and I drenched my pants and sports bra." 

"Okay," Crystal said.

"Don't interrupt Minx. I am not done," I cut her off, "Then I used those socks I was wearing and the panties as a punishment by stuffing a sock in her mouth and under her nose with my panties to keep it all in place."

A horrified gasp made its way through the phone, "Nooo, you didn't."

"Those panties and Socks should be a biohazard, in my opinion. I gave them to her as a gift," I chuckled, "They might still be there after she passed out~!" I started to laugh gleefully, and Crystal was shocked. 

"Holy shit, that is diabolical." She commented, "And amazing. Wow, her sense of smell is going to be shot for a week. You might have just given that customer a smell fetish, you know. Nerves can get linked, Angela. She might associate bad smells with orgasms, and it might actually link the two sensations."

"I—" I paused. " I did not think of that," I said honestly. I will take responsibility if it happens, though. I mean, I will always have smelly socks after volleyball practice, right?"

"Mistress, you are diabolical," I heard Crystal chuckle. "Have you eaten?"

"Nope," I replied.

"I will order some Chinese. I have been in the shop with the exception of lunch and a run out for groceries," Crystal said. Oh, I stocked the fridge again. There is more for you to feed me with. Honestly, how did I get so lucky to find a girlfriend who likes to cook?"

"It's not that I like to cook," I replied. It is that if I am going to do something, I may as well do it well. Coupled with the fact that I wake up so early, many hate the thought of waking up at that time."

"Oh, that reminds me, Lexus wanted to say thank you for the great night. She was here till late morning. Then, I went home in an Uber. She was walking funny, but I could tell the girl was very satisfied. Fuck, that was great to watch."

"Speaking of which," I said slowly, "Did you notice that you kind of acted like a predator for getting her to tell us her kink." I quickly followed up with, "Not that I disliked it at all, it was fucking hot."

"I didn't," Crystal denied, "I just wanted to bring her fantasy to life. Every girl has a BDSM fantasy. Or almost all of them," Crystal continued to deny with solid facts, "Like Fifty Shades of Grey or what I like to call Fifty Shades of Cringe. Seriously that book and movie were basically a play about how not to do BDSM, but it got so many middle-aged women horny up till the moment they learned what real fucking BDSM is. Anyways, Many girls have those fantasies at some point. Few don't, and I like bringing them out. Letting them enjoy life to the fullest."

I bit my lip and did not call her out on her complete bullshit. That was nothing but a bunch of hogwash, and we both knew it. 

No, Maybe Crystal doesn't know it. 

I frowned and replied, "Okay."

"Ah, well, I need to order Chinese. See you soon~!"

With that, she hung up the phone, escaping again. 

What was it with Crystal when it came to her sadistic side? She clearly had one. Should I talk to Samantha about it? I am starting to get worried about her clear denial about it. Should I even address it? 

I did not imagine the sadistic glee she took at convincing Lexus to fulfill her fantasies. Even Crystal said she liked watching it, but that was not what her face showed. I could see those emotions on her face for the world to see, and she was not just some voyeur there; she was getting sexual or mental pleasure out of convincing her. She looked like a predator trying to convince a little boy or girl to get into his white van because they had a fucking puppy or something. It was insane to think that I did not see that. It was clear as day to me, and I liked that side of her.

But she hated it. 

Or denied it.

I did not know which, and it was confusing why she hated being told that. It was part of her, and I liked it a lot. I loved when she did something fucked up with Jake, Alex, Sarah or Tracy. Or any of our partners we have been with. It was fucking hot watching her convince them, masturbate to them as I fuck their daylights out.

I had to admit that it was a core part of our relationship.

We were partners in it, and I liked it. 

I hated how she did not want to acknowledge it. 

I pulled onto Crystal's street and parked in my normal spot, which did not get me a ticket, and I sighed for a moment. I needed to clear my mind and think. Something was up, and there was trauma with Crystal; it was clear. Something happened in the past that was attached to two things that she did not want to acknowledge—first, Cleaning.

Crystal hated it when I saw her doing household chores—she hated it, actually. Her cute expression and everything that day made it clear she did not want me to see it, though. The second was her Sadistic side. There was a clear trauma with it, and I did not know why. 

Should I ask?

Should I ask her best friend?

If anyone would know, it was Samantha. Then again, I should probably do something for Samantha; I pissed her off a bit tonight, although that was fun. I chuckled as I remembered walking away as she got pissed. I should lighten up on her. She is making a killing off of me, though, so she won't go too far.

Still, she is my boss.

I sighed and did not like the thought of going around Crystal's back to ask her best friend. I just wanted to ask her and just learn what the fuck happened so I can avoid it. 

Relationships are fucking hard sometimes.

Everything felt so natural up till this point. There was nothing I ever really needed to address, but I think the cleaning thing I really need to do is. Plus, she wants me around all the time, almost to the point that right now, I sleep at her place more than ever, but I still don't have a key. It's fucking weird, or is it? I wanted to smash my head against the steering wheel. I turned off my car, grabbed my stuff, double-checked that I had my weights, and headed to the gate, where I hit the buzzer, which promptly opened up a second later. I walked to the door where Crystal stood smiling as she opened it up.

"Hey, What's on your mind?" Crystal asked, "You were sitting in your car for a bit without coming in. That is not normal for you."

Crystal was blunt about it, and I chuckled. "Okay, you want to know what I was thinking about," I said, walking in, putting my stuff to the side, and taking off my shoes. I was thinking about you, our relationship, and various things," I told her bluntly. Everything has just been so good, honestly," I continued and sighed. " You're amazing, Crystal," I said, looking at her.

"Why do I hear a but?"

"I don't know why you do, honestly. There is no but," I said. You're amazing; why would there be a but? I think we need to talk about some things, but they should come when you're ready to talk about them honestly," I continued bluntly. "Like the fact that you do not want to talk about your cleaning habits, Which I love, by the way," I said, shaking my head.

Crystal looked at me, shocked, and opened her mouth. I held up my hand, "Crystal, You do not have to answer. Frankly, I don't want you to at this moment. Sure, I am curious, and I was honestly thinking about asking Samantha to tell me what is up." I sighed, "But they are your secrets; I like you a lot. Is it love? I don't know," I told her bluntly, "But I really enjoy your company. I love it when you sadistically convince others to sleep with me while pursuing their darkest fantasies. I love it when you just ask me to do fucked up things to you. I love it when I take you out back like a dog and fuck you while you piss on the fence. I love tying you up like a slut and fucking you till you cry and beg for mercy. I love when you take care of me when I am just fucking exhausted mentally. So why should I go around your back? I like you as you are, even the person you are becoming around me, if some of these things are new to you. So, why would I want to jeopardize that Crystal?" 

Crystal now had tears in her eyes, looking at me wide-eyed. "That was why I was out in the car thinking. I was thinking of doing something stupid like asking my boss about why you do certain things. She probably knows, but," I shrugged, "I thought better of it because I like this; I like us. Sure, are things weird sometimes? For example, why don't you want me to have a key to your house, so it makes me have to ask to come in?" Crystal was full out, covering her mouth and not crying, which worried me, but I did not stop. "But again, maybe you need something like a private space that is yours. You own this house, and asking permission each time may be something like consent to enter your home or something. I don't know, but I just hope, only hope and will never force, that you will tell me one day when you're ready."

"Where is this coming from?" Crystal sobbed.

"Nothing. I just got to thinking about our relationship after you talked about Lexus, and it just led me to these thoughts. I do not want to pressure you. I will wait years, decades, however long we are together, for you to tell me or not. I am here when you are ready, and that is that."

"Why do you do this to me," Crystal said, "You're so mean; why do you keep making me fall in love with you even more? Why?" Crystal suddenly lunged at me, and we both toppled over onto the couches and suddenly I was having fists hit my chest, but they were pathetically weak, "YOU MEAN! YOUR MEAN! YOU'RE SO MEAN! ANGELA YOU ARE SO FUCKING MEAN TO ME! You keep making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you. You just keep being perfect for me. Why do you have to be so mean to me? I will be hopeless if you ever leave me." Crystal started to cry and shoved her face into my breasts. I felt her cry harder, and I was stunned.

What the fuck just happened?

I was just telling her the truth, she asked. But now, she was crying in my breasts with an overwhelming torrent, and I just wrapped my arms around her. I did not know what to do. I just rubbed her back, and she continued to cry.

"I—" I stumbled on my words, unsure if I should continue, but I did anyway: "If you keep crying, you're not going to be able to taste your food."

That earned me another slap on my breast, which just so happened to have hit my bruising. "Fuck~!" I winced in the sudden pain as it took me completely by surprise.

Crystal looked back and down at me, confused, "Did I hurt you?" She asked with tears in her eyes, confused.

"Sorry, you hit the bruised part of my breast. I got hit there today when I fought. Your free to cry into my tits as long as you want." I said.

Crystal pouted, "You really are too blunt. You just fucking made me hopelessly in love with you for no reason. Being so goddamn suave made my pussy fucking wet. It made my emotions basically fucking orgasm, then you instantly ruined the moment and did not allow me to cry happy. Why are you so mean!?"

I chuckled, brought her up to my lips, and tasted her salty tears as I kissed her, and she melted in my arms.  I broke the kiss, "Because I am your Mistress, it is my job to make you cry."

Crystal shuddered in my arms and kissed me. For a minute, she continued, then broke the kiss and glared at me, "You, you are mean. You tell me you don't know that you love me, but you really like me. That you don't know if it is love. But you love the things we do together. Then you pull my emotional heartstrings out of nowhere because I talked about another woman you just fucked a couple of days ago. You do know most women would be going at you with a knife right now?"

"Then they would never have been my girlfriend like you in the first place," I replied and kissed her forehead, "Why would I get such a stupid, selfish bitch that could not satisfy me in bed as you can? Do you think I am stupid?"

"THERE YOU GO AGAIN! You're being mean to me; my heart is already melted from you being so fucking suave. Being perfect for me. My fucking panties are a goddamn swamp right now, and you just keep making me fall in love with you harder. You so fucking mean; how dare you do this to me more and more without restraint."

"Well, I am not doing it on purpose," I told her honestly. I am not trying to make you fall harder in love with me. I am just answering your questions honestly. I do not want to lie to you, so I don't."

I could literally watch her face as she got angry. She pressed her hand to my face harshly, but she was just pushing it, and we hit the floor, although I acted as a cushion for her. "You are doing it again. Stop it."

"But I am just talking to you like I normally do."

"And you are being mean while doing it. Why do I have to be in love with such a perfect lover for me? It makes me want to break down and tell you everything."

"Then do that when you want to!" I exclaimed, and Crystal pushed my face harder, got up, and pouted.

"Stop being fucking reasonable. It's not helping me!"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Tell me you love me so I can just go to the moon in bliss and cum just from your fucking confession!"

"I-"

"Nope, Shut the fuck up," Crystal snapped at me, "You are being too suave, and you are not allowed to say another word. I might just start breaking down and becoming," Crystal stopped, "Just don't." She replaced whatever she was about to say as she walked over to the kitchen, away from me, and I was left on the floor wondering what I should do.

"I did not expect you to get mad at me!" I called out to Crystal.

"I AM NOT MAD! I AM GUSHING WITH HAPPINESS TOO MUCH!"

"YOu sound mad!"

"Angela," Crystal suddenly walked back into the room. "Please keep your mouth shut."

I stopped talking, and Crystal walked away for a moment before the doorbell rang. She turned around, stomping toward the door, "Stupid delivery driver getting here while I was leaving the room. Unfair." She pouted cutely, and I just watched her mad expression and still did not understand what the fuck was happening with her.

Why was she so mad that I made her this happy?

Was this linked to her trauma? 

I wanted to sigh, but I think that would just make the issue worse.

"D- Do you want to cuddle?" I asked, getting off the floor.

Crystal glared at me as I got up. I could see the pure rage in her eyes, but I still did not get it. 

"Girl, I don't know what you did to piss off your woman, but good luck," The driver said as they finished whatever at the door, with Crystal holding the good in a plastic bag from on hand. Crystal turned to the driver.

"I am not mad," she snapped, closed the door, stomped over to me, and put the food on the coffee table. I am getting plates and forks!" She snapped more and stomped away. "OF COURSE I WANT TO CUDDLE!" she angrily yelled.

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked myself, confused.

Was she mad? She was acting very fucking pissed off, and she stomped back in with plates and forks and handed me one. Then something even weirder fucking started, if that was even believable. Crystal ripped the bag open, pulled out the food, and prepared everything for me. She took no half-measures, and I got a bit of everything but the soup, which she promptly handed to me and then started on her own plate.

"Should I say thanks?"

"Shut up." Crystal snapped, "You're welcome." She added a moment later.

So I just started to eat. Crystal turned on an anime and snuggled up to me, making it much harder for us both to eat. She wrapped my arm around her neck and ate while resting her head on my chest. She was lying down on the couch and eating like she did not care how inconvenient it was for both of us.

I wanted to say something, but I decided that Crystal was clearly in a mood I was making worse by talking. So I did what the advice of a thousand and ten men would be.

I shut the fuck up and ate.

I watched the Anime, which was a continuation of some magical girls being sexually harassed by the main character, who was a villain. I did not know, but it was a little funny, and the BDSM was a bit over the top. But Crystal watched it with me, and we ate in silence. 

"I am going to pounce on you upstairs. I am going to ride your dick hard. I want to service you, and you will take it. I need this." Crystal said suddenly, and I continued to stay quiet.

I did not know what the fuck was going on still.

I had to admit to myself I was really fucking confused with Crystal right now. Her words and emotions that she was showing did not match up, and it was kind of scary. I could not understand it, no matter how I tried.

So I stopped trying and just ate in silence.

To be honest, it was nice to feel her cuddled up on my breast, although she was lightly hitting my bruise. The contact was nice, though, and just being together was always a nice change of pace. We were always having sex, so when we just existed together, it was always a treat. I wonder how many men have the problem we have in our relationship? the fact that we spend more time having sex than just hanging out normally?

Not many, I bet.

I just continued to watch, and I yawned as I was getting closer to the end of my food. Honestly, the day was catching up to me as I filled my stomach and yawned more. "Is the show boring? Do you want me to change it to something else?" Crystal asked suddenly, and I shook my head. "No, I am good. It is funny and interesting if a little over the top. I just had a long day, and I am really tired."

"Mmm, Okay, sorry. I-"

"It's okay, Crystal; I might not know what the fuck just happened to you. But it is what it is, and I will learn from it. You can talk to me about it when you're ready."

"THIS IS WHY YOU NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Crystal snapped suddenly, "You are too perfect for me, and it makes my pussy fucking wet. You already have me to the point that I can start a fucking water fountain. Seriously, girl, you need to calm the fuck down; I am emotionally ready to be your fucking slave at this point, let alone have sex. Be an asshole to me sometimes just to let me feel like you might have a flaw or something."

"I work out too much?" I replied back.

Crystal started to laugh, and I liked hearing it. I smiled as she laughed and pressed her face into my breast. I winced but let her continue what she wanted to do. "You, you are great, Angela. I love you," Crystal sighed, and I felt her relax.

I finished my food, and Crystal suddenly got up, took my plate, and asked, "You want the rest?" She asked.

"Yeah," I replied, and she scooped the rest onto my plate and handed me the soup.

"All yours," She said with a cheeky smile.

What she did not expect was for me to down the warm but not hot soup in under a minute. Then I finished my plate again and sighed, feeling full again, "Fuck, that was good."

"Upstairs, now," Crystal said, turning off the television.

Five minutes later, I found myself ordered into the shower, which I amusingly did with Crystal, and she turned on all the shower heads. Hot water poured in from every angle a moment later. Then Crystal washed me and my cock off. She finished quickly, then I found myself dried off by her, too, and then she caressed my bruised breasts a little and found the mark on my stomach. 

"Did you win the fight?" Crystal suddenly asked.

"Do you want me to ask for the video?"

"yes."

"Okay, I will ask tomorrow to see if I can get it."

"Perfect," Crystal said, "Did you win?"

"Yeah, I won."

Crystal then pushed me down, which I still allowed because of her weird mood. Then she got up on me and smiled, and I felt her pussy which I just now noticed somehow was dripping past her knees. How turned on was she?

"You have me so emotionally ready to get destroyed by you; then you want to go to bed. Unfair, you destroyed a slut earlier tonight. But nothing for your girlfriend?" Crystal pouted, "I am going to enjoy myself. Sleep whenever, if you can."

Crystal dropped pussy down on my cock, and I felt myself fill her instantly. She moaned, and I felt one of the wettest pussies pre-sex I have ever had. She was gushing all over my cock, and it was amazing. Her pussy instantly spasmed, and she trembled and started to fuck me earnestly. "How dare you make me fall in love with you so hard!" Crystal complained, then started to moan as she moved her hips, "Why did you make me want to have your kid right here and now? You are so mean! So Mean. Meanie. You're mean~!" She moaned and orgasmed again, and she did not stop. Her pussy gushed around me, and I moaned as my cock was in heaven again. I don't even remember when she got me hard at this point. Was it just pure pheromones?

I did not know, but Crystal felt amazing, and I was quickly reaching my peak. "Oh, Mistress, please, fill this slave up. I need your cum~! Fill me~! Please~! I need it~! I need to feel you fill me up~!" 

Moaning, I released a torrent of cum up into her womb and shuddered, and she did with me, and I felt her orgasm on me, and her pussy squirted over my hips. The pleasure was amazing, and my eyes started to flutter. Crystal hopped up and down, and the pleasure flooded my mind as I finished releasing a torrent into her, and my eyes closed with pleasure.

I was way too tired to stay up and more. 

But god, did it feel good.