Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 278/ 28: Early Morning Talk

With Brutal efficiency, the alarm from my phone brought me into the waking world, and I felt something oddly fleshy and soft under my head. I woke up instantly, remembering that I now had a slut under me, and she was now awake from the alarm as she moaned. "Time to wake up, Little Star," I said softly, and I took off the blindfold to see sleepy, lusty eyes.

I undid the bindings and the gag, and Hilda gasped. "Play is done, Little Star. Let's get you cleaned up for the day," I said, and Hilda nodded.

Walking into the bathroom, I noticed I had forgotten to turn off the hot tub or jacuzzi heater, and the water was still hot. Since I had washed up Hilda first last night, the water was still looking clean, so I went back, picked up Hilda, brought her into the shower, and washed her off softly. Hilda was a moaning mess as I cleaned her up and then brought her over to the tub, where I got in with her and pulled her in to snuggle.

"You were mean last night," Hilda said after a minute of entering the tub.

"You asked for it, I warned you, I gave you options. You chose," I told her, and Hilda playfully bit my neck, making me chuckle.

"Mmm, it was amazing though. The only time I can forget the world, all my worries, all my troubles is with you. My world becomes me being your woman entirely. All I have to do is please you. If I fail, I know exactly what I did wrong. You tell me bluntly, and when you reward me, or the punishment is over, I can only feel pure joy and pleasure. I even take pleasure in the punishment as you give me dedicated attention. Wednesday nights have become everything to me." Little Star admitted.

I kissed her forehead, "Well, I enjoy your company, Little Star," I admitted honestly. "I truly do; I will also admit, although I would be fine, my consulting fees have saved me this week past."

"I wanted to ask about that," Hilda admitted in the nook of my neck as she cuddled closer.

"The truth is that I had a falling out with my father," I sighed, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. For as long as I can remember, I have been alone. My parents used to tell me that turning the other cheek like Jesus did was the best solution to life. I would go to school every day, and I was made fun of." Hilda scoffed. What?"

"I struggle to see a woman like you accepting it," Hilda explained, her scoff, and I chuckled a little.

"I guess meeting me after I decided that my parent's advice was bullshit would make you think that. But I believed in my parents. I did not question what they told me in many respects. In fact, many of the things they taught me turned me into an Open-minded woman who looks at the world and wonders about the meaning behind things instead of accepting them at face value. Although I still struggle with researching things because of lack of time lately, I was a diligent student and daughter."

"You sound like a goody two shoes, teacher pet."

"Because I was, or still am, in many respects. I have a near-perfect GPA for university next year in my applications. If I wanted to, especially as an Intersex woman or Futanari, I would be a catch for any Ivy League school. Not that I want to go to any of those worthless places."

"You know thousands of people would scream at you for saying that? I employ a bunch of them."

"Well, the truth often makes people angry. Also, a three-quarter of a Million dollar loan adds to it. But I was talking about the reason I was kicked out."

"Mmm."

"So for years, I have woken up before dawn like now," I said, and Hilda nodded against my neck. "Each morning, I wake up and go for a run unless I am on my period, which let's make it a jog. Still, every day, I worked on myself. I love sports. I have always wanted to be an Olympic, and when I was eight, my parents allowed me to be kicked off the soccer team, which I loved. I am highly competitive. Well, I never questioned the excuse my parents gave me when I was eight. Who would question their parents that young? Well, they told me because I was Intersex, that I could not be on a sports team."

"What?"

"So for years, a decade until just over a month ago now, I learned that that was a lie. A lie; I lost a decade of the thing that I most cared about in the world because of it. I lost my ability to compete, acquire skill, and do what I love because of a lie told to a child who trusted their parents." I sighed, "Which started fights. Then my dad brought home a Half Sister, who is the same age as me," I could not help the anger I felt suddenly as I continued, "Then, he allowed her into my room to use my things like they are hers. And then last week, I decided to stay home instead of play out with my lovers." I took a moment and remembered walking up those stairs and seeing my dad cooking for my half-sister, which he never did for me.

"What happened?" Hilda asked.

"It was something small, so small. My dad was cooking a meal for my half-sister." I suddenly felt tears on my face, "And he never did that for me. Not once in my memory did my dad, for the last fucking decade, wake up and do something so small for me. He never cooked a breakfast for me to show me he cared." Suddenly, tears were falling down my face, and I could only feel them as I kept my eyes closed. "I- I just could not take it. I lost it; it was so fucking small. But why couldn't my dad wake up and cook me something once? My mom tried to do it at least once or twice a week. No matter how tired she was, she tried. But my dad Never did."

Hilda had wrapped her arms around me tightly, and I continued, "It was at that moment that I realized something I can only say now. My dad doesn't love me." It was like a wave of emotion hit me like a truck as I admitted what I felt to myself and the world. Should I be saying this to Hilda? No, probably not, but the emotion gushed from my heart, "And that broke me a little learning that." I told her, "And because I voiced to him that he never cooked once that early in the morning. Oh, and," I could not help but start to chuckle with tears dripping into my mouth, "I found out recently that I got a woman pregnant. So much bullshit in my life." I cried and laughed, "The thing is, my dad kicked me out for calling him on his bullshit. He cheated; I did not. Even now, Crystal knows I am with you and what we get up to. Everything," I told Hilda, and she looked into my tear-filled eyes with worry. "Not once will I ever be a piece of shit like my father and cheat." I vowed to her, and I leaned my head back, "What a fucking low bar my dad has set."

"Are you okay?"

"Yup," I said, popping the P. "I honestly like being around you, Hilda. I did not mean to have an emotional breakdown-"

"Stop," Hilda said suddenly, her finger on my lips. "You are allowed to, Mistress. I am your slave, your Little Star. Do not insult me thinking I just think of this as some paid service now. Sure, it started that way, and it feels weird to invoice this, but honestly, I care for you, Angela. You are an amazing, dominant Woman. Do you think this is my first time with a dominant man or woman? Well, woman, it would be true, but," Hilda sighed, "I never liked those experiences. I love being with you, though."

I did not know what to say, "Thanks?" I said, embarrassed.

"Now, are you okay?" Hilda asked.

"I will be fine," I sighed again, "Becky, the woman I impregnated, which was a broken fucking condom issue, by the way. However, I am sure my actions afterward on that day did not help. But she is happy; her husband knows the baby is mine. Both want to raise it and allow me to choose my relationship with the kid. If I want to be another father? I can, Aunt? I can. Any relationship I want. So I guess that works, although I haven't decided."

"You don't have to think of a choice for about a year, you know."

"I do know," I smiled, "It's why I am taking my time. I want to be an Olympian; I want to run, play volleyball, Fuck women and men like the slut I guess I am." I chuckled.

"University?"

"I recently decided on Horizon Universtiy. I want to join my lover and friend, Alex, and play Beach Volleyball and normal Volleyball with her to the pros."

"Then I know where my next project will be," Hilda said.

"What?"

"Well, if I am being honest, I can only remain in this town for so long. This coming June, the project I am working on will be completed. I plan to open up more construction projects but do not know where to go. I will now be taking a good look around Horizon University," Hilda told me, and I looked down at her.

"You know, I have so many amazing women in my life. What did I do to deserve them?"

"Fuck their daylights out."

I laughed and snapped my fingers, "That's it!" I laughed, feeling better. "Hilda, I am going to be honest with you. Just pay whatever you want on the invoice. I feel like I am fleecing you a little," I admitted suddenly.

"Nope, I will pay what we agreed on, if not more. I don't think you get it. My productivity and idea-making after spending a night with you literally give me a profit. This short time I get to spend with you is amazing and purely amazing. When I am with you again, the only thing I can think of is you. You are around just enough to keep me sane. How did I live without you? I honestly don't know."

"Hmm, you are such a domineering woman away from me, I have heard."

"Oh, apart from you, if anyone else tried any of the shit you do, I would kill them. I have connections." Hilda said flatly, "I am not a kind woman to my enemies."

I looked at her and the hardened face, smiled, kissed her, and replied, "Good, then you are mine. Have you thought about getting marked by me permanently?" 

The question came out on a whim, and Hilda looked at me with surprise. "What?"

"Hmm, I marked my Baby mama as my Cum dumpster with a pair of dice on her lower breast. You would be my Little star. So I am thinking one die, you would have an M and an F for Mistress Futanari with something on the top, and on the other die, Little Stars representing what you are to me. Forever marking you as Mistress Futanari's Little Star. All of it is in Symbols, so even if you have to be naked in front of someone else, they would not know what that means. IT would only mean something to those who know me and state your position as my pet and Little Star."

"Why the fuck do I think that sounds romantic as hell?" Hilda asked, "That is one of the most degrading things I have heard in a while, branding myself as a slave. And I can't stop wanting it now that you put it into my head," Hilda said, questioning herself.

I chuckled, "Your choice; I never forced anything on you."

"Um, you kind of have?" Hilda questioned, and I chuckled.

"I have given you a safe word, Little Star. You can use it to stop anything I am doing to you. I will not judge you for it, and all I ask is a conversation after you pull the brakes to discuss why. If not, you are consenting for all I know—that you are loving it and that nothing I am doing is forced. We have discussed this." I replied seriously, "I have not knowingly forced something on you."

"Oh, no, please, I have enjoyed everything. Trust me, I just," Hilda sounded flustered, "I think our definitions of force differ."

"Mine is to force people to do something against their will and consent. What is yours?"

"To make someone do something they normally wouldn't?" Hilda replied, and I barked a laugh.

"Then the government is forcing us to pay taxes and follow the law. No one is putting a gun to your head at every moment. We accept some things and react to them according to the laws. I did not force you to do anything last night. We were under the rule that I am the mistress, you are the slave. My orders are absolute unless you hate them to the point that you can't see you doing them. With respect to that, you trust that I will not even ask you to do something you're either not ready for or are unwilling to do, so you don't even have to think about it. That is what happened; I did not force you to do anything. That is what the safe words are for to make me stop, and we can discuss, or even the Yellow light, so I cannot go so hard as I am approaching territory you might not like or enjoy. Do you understand the difference?"

Hilda looked up at me, and I could see her thinking. "Okay," her voice said, "I can understand the difference. You're right. Not at one point did I think of stopping last night."

"Then you enjoyed the experience and were not forced. I do not want you to think you were forced to do anything against your will. I do not want you to develop a resentment against me."

Hilda brought her lips to mine, and I hugged her close, and we kissed. When the kiss broke, Hilda sighed, "I gave myself a bit of extra time this morning to get ready so I don't have to work till ten."

"Well, I got to leave before that. I have a new Cuck to train," I replied with a sigh.

"What?"

"Oh, yeah, some dipshit is crazy for my Sweety; she is the one I want to go into Volleyball with. Really good at it, trust me. But her childhood friend, which there is a fuck ton of history between the two I don't know and would be unwilling to mention anyways, is in love with her hardcore, and she doesn't. So now, I have openly started cucking him in front of him. Fucked her in front of him and various other things. So I gave him an offer the other day, Fuck off, Marry him, but I would knock her up, and he would never touch her or receive my training. Much to my surprise, he picked my training."

"No way," Hilda gasped, "Is that common?"

"I don't know," I said, shrugging, "I am still new to all of this too, Little Star. But I plan to turn him into a slave for Alex. Turn him into someone who wakes up, helps her dress, shines her shoes, buys her things, and gets nothing in return. He goes to work, pays to upkeep my kids, then sleeps alone, and maybe I might make him an editor of some clips for my Girlfriend to watch or something. I haven't decided."

"Someone can't be that pathetic, right?" Hilda asked, moving away from me with a curious expression. I tilted my head, looking at her. I could not read her other emotions besides curiosity, but I could tell there was something else there.

"Well, so far, he chose this option." I shrugged and thought about Kylar and his potential future but kept my lips sealed on that one.

"Um, Wow, I need to think," Hilda said to me, which I thought was odd.

"What? Do you want me to do something like that to your husband?" I asked jokingly.

The expression Hilda showed me next made me realize that emotion I had been seeing on her face before. It was Intrigue with that curiosity as she asked, "Can you?"

I opened and closed my mouth, not knowing what to say. I was stunned. I wanted to reply, but nothing came out as I did not know. "H- Little Star, I have to ask this," I finally said after a minute of thinking, "What do you stand to lose if I fuck up?" 

"My fortune, roughly four hundred and fifty-one million dollars, and my kids."

"Then I will not say yes at this moment," I told her bluntly, and she tilted her head. 

"Little Star, I am about seven weeks into learning. I have never successfully done anything like I just talked about. Why would I try with your husband before I even know if I can do it once?" I asked her, and I saw her enlightenment.

"I am sorry; I just realized I put you on the spot."

"It's okay," I said and got up. But it is time to get out of this tub and go eat. Unfortunately, I can't be here all morning."

"That is too bad," Hilda said. "I want you to know that those tattoos look amazing on you. How long will they stay on?" 

"Thank you. Maybe another day, I will like the look of them."

"Hey, Mistress," Hilda said, getting out of the tub as she spoke, and I helped her out. "thanks," She said before continuing, "I am wondering. I own more than one company, and I have some plans that I am thinking about expanding in the future. I am wondering if I can use you as an endorsement later."

"I mean, if it works for you, I have no problem doing so." I then chuckled, "And I will give you a slave discount, Negative fifteen percent off," I said with a grin, and Hilda laughed.

"Mistress, I would gladly pay you more. You are worth every penny to me. Seriously though. I think because of your unique status, it would help me among the LGBT community, and if you're genuinely good at what you do, I should be able to bypass the conservative dipshits. You are a strong, Beautiful, Intersex woman. Who can complain?"

"Hmm, they will complain if they want to complain. But that is for the future," I said, leaving the bedroom. I am going to cook us something. I will ensure my extra ingredient is on it for you," I said with a malicious grin, making Hilda remember what I told her to do, and she blushed.

"Okay, I want some underwear to wear," She said, going to her closet room. Grabbed my stuff from the bedroom and then hit the elevator down to the living floor or second floor. After arriving, I picked up my shit and noticed we left everything else in the car. So I traveled down, walked to the car, opened up the back door, grabbed the bags, and headed back up. 

Then I put on some of the new underwear and put on one of the workout outfits that the woman recommended, and I shuddered as I put on the sports bra and looked down. "Where have you been all my life?" I asked as the bra compressed my breasts a bit, but the support it added felt amazing. I had to test this shit out now. I shuddered as I finished putting on the pants, and although they had the usual issue with my cock, they were fantastic compared to some other brands I had in the past.

"New favorites," I exclaimed to myself as I heard the elevator open.

"Wow, those look good," Hilda said as she looked me over.

I smiled, and it was just a form-fitting black sports bra and yoga pants that went up to my stomach, but I could not help but agree. "Honestly, these are amazing. Still, a typical issue with my cock, but I mean. What women's fashion doesn't have that issue?"

"Personal question: Why do you not think of yourself as a guy with thick meat like that? I'm just curious, not complaining."

"Because," I frowned, "Because I like being a woman. I never really thought about it that much. My parents first tried raising me as a guy, manly shit when I was young. Most of my kid pictures have me dressed up as a boy," I told her as I entered her amazing kitchen. Seriously, it was a professional setup, and I opened up the fridge as Hilda followed me in.

I looked Hilda over before I continued. She was wearing an amazing lace bra and panties, and she looked amazing in them. I noticed that she was walking fine with just the slightest limp as she took a seat at the corner, where there was a conspicuous chair.

"Why is there a chair there?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, sometimes I watch my chef cook when I am working on things. It provides a background noise for me. I rarely do it nowadays, but I like it."

"Understandable," I said, lying, and Hilda chuckled. Then I continued, "But I liked some things people consider manly. I loved working out. I like Mixed martial arts, soccer, and sports in general, and I have a seriously competitive streak. Trust me on that one. Do not ever make me compete with you. I will not hold back."

"Noted," Hilda replied, watching me as I started pulling out more and more things to cook with and started prepping them.

I continued while I started to chop some veggies, "But I also like cooking and doing various other things that women like. Honestly, I started to learn to cook for myself around when I was eight. I just woke up before my mom and dad and wanted to run with a full stomach. So, that is what I did. It wasn't until I was twelve that I hit puberty like a truck hitting a brick wall. I started growing breasts; my dick started to grow quickly too. I mean, my cock was already pretty big before then, but it just kept growing right along with my breasts. Honestly, if it wasn't for how much I work out, my back probably would not be able to support these puppies," I said, motioning to my breasts. "Still, I always just thought of myself as a woman. I like things that people call manly. Or masculine or whatever. But, I don't know," I shrugged as I finished preparing things and started to cook with multiple things. Then I walked away, grabbed one of the ingredients that I left behind, and came back. Hilda blushed as I carefully cut open the condom and started to put it into the cooking that I was doing for Hilda. "So I just never really thought about it, more or less. I am a woman because I chose to be a woman. I never really thought about it. I mean, I look like a woman. I think I act like a woman if a little manly, and I love women's clothing options way more. I can't explain it more than that. I just like being who I am, which I would say more closely aligns with being a woman than a man."

"Fascinating," Hilda replied. "Also, you almost cook like a pro, or at least you are very skilled in it."

"Well, when I was ten, I thought, If I am going to be doing this, I may as well do it right. I will do it the best I can. So I spent weeks, if not months, learning how to cook from internet hobbyists and professional chefs. Honestly, the knife skills were the hardest for me. I still lack some understanding of mixing and matching spices, and my baking is decent. I have a way to go, in my opinion. But I am not aiming to be a chef, so I allow myself to slack on it compared to my other skills and hobbies."

"If you call that slacking, then I am seriously impressed with your level of what you call slacking. Angela, my personal chef, would be screaming at you for calling that slacking. You are cooking four meals at the same time in a home-cooked kitchen without professional experience."

"Hmmm, Okay, I'm still not really interested." I said with a shrug, "Who would want to work in such a dangerous place? Seriously, the number of ways you can be hurt in the kitchen is insane, and doing that around other people? NO. I am a cook; a chef is someone who commands others to cook better than they could normally do."

"You have a very unique view of the world. What would you do if you could not do sports? Or be a Mistress?"

"Trades." I replied in a second, "I think maybe an electrician? If not that, plumber."

"You thought about this," Hilda replied, surprised.

"Yup, they can be dangerous, but the right amount of risk for money. Plus, the boomer generation is going out of the way, and there will be a serious lack of tradesmen and women. So, now would be the time if you want to make the most money. Honestly, University and College are basically for the idiots who don't know where the money is in the coming generation," I said with a chuckle.

"You," Hilda began to say something as I finished cooking something up, and I interrupted her.

"Food," I said and plated the food for her and put a little extra cum on hers to the top as a garnish, and I put the rest in a vinegar shaker I found around. "Now, this is if you need a little more and for later. I will leave it in the fridge for you later," I said with a shit-eating grin.

"You act like an intellectual rather than show your perverted ways," Hilda said blushing. I grinned, and I packed up the lunch.

"I also made lunch for you. Filled with all that extra protein. Eat it for lunch."

"Yes, Mistress."

I grinned, brought the food out to the table, and ordered Hilda to refrigerate the rest for the week. She nodded with a huge blush. The talk calmed down, and we chatted about nothing, really. Hilda did not want to talk about work, so I told her about some of the things that I was doing for sports, and she listened with a huge smile.