Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 267/ 17: Red Light

Everything came crashing down, but that did not mean I could remain idle.

My mind was reeling back, and I shivered as I pulled the anal beads out slowly while Crystal got the Husband down. I did not even know their names yet, but I went about freeing them from their bindings. Their bodies trembled and were drenched in fluids. 

Still, I could not help but feel like I did something wrong.

I have never had someone ask me to stop like this before.

I shivered and felt like a failure at that moment, but I saw Terry come in his face with a medkit and walk in with a serious face as he helped us with the couple. They were trembling, and their bodies were a mess of sweat and juices. Their breathing started to even out over time, and I looked at them curiously as I let Terry look them over.

Crystal looked worried, and I felt the same emotion. "D- Did I do badly?"

"I thought it was believable, and you had not done anything other than being rougher than usual. However, I have to say that you made it very believable. I was wet watching you act like a gang boss or a slave trainer."

My heart felt a bit better listening to Crystal, and I sighed a little in relief, and Terry turned to me. He walked over and nodded, "They are a little fucked up; I watched; you were really good at it. I was just as surprised as you when they hit the brakes. We will talk about it in a bit; let them just settle down. I will watch over them and have some clothing for them to wear. Go see Samantha and cool down yourself."

Crystal ran over and grabbed the leather pants I lost at some point, and I sighed, feeling disappointed. I was getting more and more into it, and I walked out of the dungeon with Crystal and a frown on my face. As soon as we were outside, I felt anger bubble up for a second, and I wanted to kick something but restrained myself. "Fuck, I was getting into it."

"Hmm, It's okay, Angela. You want me to suck you off in the office?"

"Yes," I snapped. I closed my eyes, "Fuck, I feel blue-balled or weird or something. I don't know how to explain it."

We walked up the stairs to the large door and walked out, and I was angry at everything. The more time went on, the more angry I felt. I took my time controlling my breathing like Sensei told me to, and we walked upstairs to Samantha's office. We knocked, and Samantha was there with a wry smile.

"Back a bit early," Samantha said, "Don't worry about it; I got the notice that they called an end to it. Surprised that they did, but they will come up here and talk it out. For the dark shit, we talk it out in this office so that you can improve and that we all understand each other. You okay?" Samantha asked.

"No," I snapped and moved past her to the couch; I sat down and opened my legs, "Get to work, Toy," I sneered, and Crystal got down before me, and I sighed as her tongue got to work directly against my cock. 

"Toy?" Samantha said, curious as she left the door open and came over to her desk, and sat down as Crystal worked the length of my flaccid cock, which was getting harder by the moment again.

 The pleasure of Crystal's lips helped me cool down, and I sighed as she started working me harder. "It was part of the scenario that I thought up as I went along. Went with a Biker gang that human traffics and was going to sell them in an Auction after breaking them." I shrugged, "I had no idea what to do, so I made something up, and I was getting into it, really into it, when they pulled the brakes. It feels fucking weird, and I hate this feeling, but I am not going to continue if they pull the brakes. Fuck, if they don't have a good reason, I am never taking them as clients again." I sneered as Crystal started to jerk my cock and suck my balls, making me moan a little.

Samantha was suspiciously not looking at Crystal, and she frowned. "I get how you are feeling, but please don't say that. Clients need to feel safe and that they can pull the brakes without consequence."

Irrational anger pulled my lips up into a snarl, but I closed my eyes and tried to think. The pleasure from Crystal was in doing wonders, and I sighed. "Fuck, fine; I still want to hear why, though."

"And we will." Samantha said, "I want to know too. The shit you were doing is nothing, something people usually pull the brakes on. They also asked for a twelve-hour course, and it has been five hours. Oh, five and a half hours. That doesn't make any sense."

Crystal was lathering my cock with her tongue, "Maybe she thought her or her husband's body couldn't take more; Angela is big and rough," Crystal added in and pulled her head back, and swallowed my cock down to the root making my foot tap the floor. 

"That does make sense."

I felt my eyelid twitch as I heard that reason, and I scoffed, turning away, knowing that it was a perfectly reasonable explanation.

And one I did not want to hear.

"Hey, Samantha, I brought the couple up. They are fine Physically. They want to talk, too, especially to the woman who controlled them," Terry said, turning to look at me with a smile.

I nodded to him respectfully, not that I felt like giving anything out right now.

"Come in," Samantha said, and she moved over to the couch that I was on, and the couple came in with Terry. Terry was helping them, but their legs were trembling, and not walking right. I felt a deep satisfaction from making them so out of it. They were wearing sweatpants and white T-shirts that were too big for them. They sat down on the couch across from me and Samantha while Crystal continued to work my cock.

I needed that sense of pleasure at the moment and had no idea why I needed it so badly. I was just mad because the brakes were being pulled. I looked at the couple, and they saw Crystal or, to them, 'Toy' working my shaft and looked at me, "A-Are you Mistress Futanari?" The woman asked.

"Yes," I said, my voice flat.

"First of all, you were amazing," the woman said, her voice trembling, much to my surprise.

"Seriously Amazing," The husband suddenly added.

"Like, our praise is not enough. We have obviously not had time to talk it between each other, but," She shivered, "That was like a personification of my dark fantasies."

"It was like you came out from our darkest desires," The husband added, much to my continued confusion.

"Then?" I asked, my voice flat. You called for a two-hour session, and it is not even halfway through?"

"Really?" The couple asked at the same time, surprised.

"I can't believe that," The woman said, her voice not doubtful but confused.

"It has been not even halfway through your allotted time with Mistress Futanari. So I have to ask what my Mistress did wrong?" Samantha asked me a question.

"Nothing," the woman said, her voice full of memories of what I had done. "She was perfect, that kidnapping, it was brutal. It was amazing. It reminded me of that day," She shivered, and I saw the husband shivered, looking lost in memories. "I called the red light because I saw my husband making the hand signal, and frankly, I couldn't cum anymore. I am not young anymore," She admitted, much to my surprise, "I felt like I was going to die if I orgasmed one more time.

"My balls were hurting from how much I orgasmed. I lost count of the number of Dry orgasms you forced out of me. Your demeanor, your strength, your attitude." The husband shivered, "It was so good; I feel satisfied in a way that I haven't felt since before that day. Honestly, nothing but the highest praise."

I looked at them, and I felt that anger again. They stopped it because I was doing too good. I wanted to curse my stamina then, but I closed my eyes, and Crystal was busy sucking my throbbing cock harder and harder, bobbing her head up and down the length with no one acknowledging the fact that she was. The pleasure was allowing me to stay grounded.

"So, I did too good, well," I sighed, "As long as the client is happy," I said with a fake smile, "I really have nothing else to say personally on the matter. Did you see the full condoms?" I asked.

"Y- yes," The wife said.

"The one on the right table was how many times I ejaculated inside you and filled the condom, and the one on the left was your husband. So your Husband took more loads than you. It was part of the service that I was going to provide, so I am telling you now," I said, keeping my voice professional.

The woman smiled, "Thank you for letting me know. You have insane stamina, by the way. I could feel you cum then just continue to fuck me. It was insane. I cannot praise you enough; you, in fact, Scratched an itch for me that needed scratching. Thank you so much; honestly, I want you to have an extra fifty thousand from both me and my husband. It feels like it is not enough, but there is only so much in our budget for these escapades, and if we do too much, then it looks bad to our accountants. We will be eating into our vacation fund this Christmas, so sorry it is only this much." 

I could not help the raised eyebrow that she just casually told me that I was going to get another hundred thousand as a fucking tip. These people are fucking crazy with their money. Do they need to get laid that badly?

The woman smiled wryly, "You might be confused about the tip amount. But there is no place in the world where we can get this service. Seriously, what is the discreteness of what you do in this club and pushing the boundaries like this? No one else provides it. We checked; please, I hope you accept next time we come asking for another Fantasy. I know I pulled the brakes; I never thought I would on this fantasy. You were just so amazing that I couldn't take it any longer."

"Yeah, When you kept calling me Meat and my wife Meat, I genuinely thought you had no regard for my life. You looked at us like a Butcher does an Elk. To effectively break us, do what you will. It was amazing. I don't think we can explain our feelings, Mistress Futanari. But you did an amazing job. I am sorry we pulled the metaphorical plug on it. I don't think I could take another round of your tenderizing. Your stamina is insane."

I closed my eyes and grabbed Crystal by the head, and I thrust down her throat and skull fucked her a bit in front of the couple. I released my load after a couple of extra thrusts and grunted, letting out some of my anger into my girlfriend, who happily accepted. I sighed as I finished and let go, and Crystal pulled my cock out of her throat and took a deep breath.

"Hmm, Mistress Futanari is the Perfect partner," Crystal said, turning around and snuggling up against my leg with a face covered in saliva from servicing me. 

"Agreed," the woman said, and I sighed again and leaned back.

"Fine, I get it. You blue balled me a little, and I am irrationally angry. I am not going to lie; I feel like I failed a little."

"PLEASE, DON'T!" Both yelled.

"I can understand that," I said with a deep sigh, "that was my first brake pulling. It was bound to happen at some point, and I was looking forward to having your pussy for another round before I got out the needle set that I have wanted to try."  I could see both their faces light up at that, "But it is what it is. I get that you enjoyed yourself, and that is good. It is good that I technically did not fail. But I should have let more rest periods and recovered from the previous fucking to extend my stamina. The truth is, I did fail. I did not take your age and stamina into account to extend the time to the promised twelve hours. That is the truth, but I also take your compliments to heart. That was my first time doing something like that."

No one responded to me after I said that, so I put my hand on Crystal's head and stroked it. "I am happy that you enjoyed my service. I will do better next time. Please Talk to Samantha when you feel that you want to 'scratch that itch' again, and we can see when I can fit you into my schedule."

"Trust me when I say we will be back in the new year. Thank you again," they said, standing up, and their legs trembled. Samantha, can we take advantage of a bed for the night? I don't think we can drive tonight."

"Sure, Terry, you know the room. Have a good sleep. Let me know if you need anything, and we will pick it up for free as long as it is under a hundred dollars USD; otherwise, you will have to pay."

"Thank you," the couple said. They left the room, and I turned to Samantha.

"That is not what I expected." Samantha said with a genuine surprise, "Good work, Angela. I am serious. That couple has complained for years that they can't scratch that itch. They told me the reason behind it, and frankly, it scares me a little that you did."

"Should I take that as a compliment?" I asked, my voice showing the anger that I felt.

Samantha got up and sat on the couch the couple just vacated. "Look, you're about to get a fat paycheck, one that we rarely see here. I get a nice fat commission check, and the customer is happy. I am happy. Your girlfriend is happy. Only you are mad, Angela."

She was fucking right, "so was it a compliment?" I asked, needing to know the answer.

"YEAH, IT WAS," Samantha exclaimed, "Seriously," Samantha paused and took a breath. "Angela, you treat my friend exactly like she wants to be treated. A girlfriend, lover, and Mistress. I am actually happy for her, although I really don't care for seeing you two fuck all the time. But now, I know that you have a fucking dark side that you keep restrained. I came down and watched the cameras a bit. Which will be deleted, and there will never be copies of what is happening down there. We will only ever keep them in case something goes wrong. They said they enjoyed it; I got that on audio recording; they will fall flat if they go any farther. Remember, I am here to protect you. But besides that," Samantha paused again, getting back on topic. I was happy to hear that it would be deleted footage. "You controlled yourself. You were enjoying yourself, and I could already see the bruises developing on the two of them. Seriously, you were scary in there. Your expression," Samantha paused. She closed her eyes, "Angela, I have to ask."

"Ask what?" I replied with a raised eyebrow.

"How much were you enjoying yourself in there?"

"I was honestly, really enjoying myself—more than I thought I could doing what I was doing. It felt like an extension of what I do here. I did not really get to what I thought was going to be what broke them. I thought they wanted darker than that," I told her truthfully. I wasn't lying when I said that I wanted to get the needles out. I was going to give them a couple of piercings to decorate them for the auction."

Samantha shivered, and I felt Crystal grip me a little tighter. "That explains why they liked it so much. Angela, maybe it isn't good to put you in that dungeon again?"

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to twist your personality," Samantha said slowly.

I shrugged, "Honestly, I am okay with that too," I told her, seeing her surprised, "Look, I know I can lose myself in the moment. I know that I honestly started to think of Crystal as no more than a toy at one point. She was my toy that I broke, and I was using her to break more toys. I think I might get a bit more into role-play than I thought. If you don't want me to do it again. Then I won't. I do want to say, though, that I want someone with me if I do it again. I don't think I can be by myself. I need someone there who can stop me, just in case. I did lose myself a couple of times while I was fucking them."

Samantha was looking at me funny, "Where the fuck does your maturity fucking come from? Why are you talking like this? Crystal explains it to me."

I looked at her and noticed I wasn't feeling as angry at that moment anymore. "I don't know. She came like the awesome girlfriend she is. Sure, Angela has some anger problems, but when she talks about the things that make her angry, I can't really blame her. You know about Jake, I mean, Justified, right?"

"yeah," Samantha admitted.

"She just has a fucking overly logical brain that expresses her emotions in a more healthy way than most," Crystal said and looked up at me from her spot at my feet. "I love her for it, and I have no idea how it came about."

"I think you are exaggerating," I replied bluntly.

"Nope, but you don't need to agree with me. It is my opinion, and my opinion is always right to me," Crystal said with a massive smile.

Samantha closed her eyes, "Look, I am not going to ban your play in the basement on further consideration. But I agree with you," Samantha said seriously, "You say you can lose your grip a little and do whatever. Then you are never allowed to do that type of play without someone else there that you can trust to stop you. I will not be advertising this service, and the couple know to keep their fucking mouths shut on this service. But I am also glad you did such a good job. People with these types of fantasies are fucking pains in my ass."

"Did I just increase in value to you again?" I asked teasingly, feeling better by the moment.

"yeah, you fucking did, I have to continue to put up with more of your Bullshit. Seriously, Angela, some of the shit you made me do, I would have put some of my other girls on thin ice for doing. Please keep yourself in check. Now," She said, holding up a hand. "I think a celebration is granted. You both look fucking amazing like that, so let's get Angela's pants back on, and the three of us can go out to some dinner since things ended early. All on Angela."

I chuckled and felt better about everything. It wasn't that I was a complete failure. It was that I was too good and broke them too fast. I would need to learn to pace myself with older people. "Honestly, I am just surprised you did not call someone up after asking me if I did not mind another customer. but I could go for some dinner after skipping lunch." 

My stomach growled, and Samantha froze, looking at me shocked. "Fuck, I did not ask and already offered dinner to a hungry Angela. FUCK!" Samantha cursed.

"Too late now," I teased, getting up and grabbing the leather pants.

"Angela," Samantha said, her voice a bit whiney.

"Mmm, Too late. I am hungry, and I want to chill out a bit."

"But the lineup for you is so fucking long!"

"Mmm, they can wait their turn or pay me more to skip it."

"You're a Sadist," Samantha chuckled. I am not going to beg, but I have a list of people who will."

"Mmm, Do you want me to record a Mistress tone of Voice telling them no?"

"Would you?"

"Sure!" I chuckled, and Samantha looked at me seriously.

"Wait, you serious?"

"Damn fucking right I am. Fucking needy masochists and brats never end the calls. Reluctantly taking other Mistresses these weeks. Seriously, Angela, I am not going to lie; I keep this place mostly empty on Tuesdays now. You are almost a damn celebrity that no one has seen. Rich people are curious."

"that's fucking weird," I said, jumping up and down to get the leather over my thighs. "I can do a recording later. Do you want me to say something like," I thought for a moment, "This is Mistress Futanari; you will be a good little bitch and wait your turn," I said deliberately, making my voice a little more husky.

Crystal looked at me sharply, and Samantha sighed, "Yeah, something like that will do. Let's go eat, though."

"My car?" I asked as I finished putting on the belt. Crystal seemed to materialize out of nowhere.

"Sure, I don't mind jumping into your car," Samantha said with a smile. She picked up a purse, and I twirled my keys. 

"Crystal, are you going to get my car seat in those shorts?" I asked curiously.

"They quick dry, it's fucking hot in this place, but I might smell a little."

"Like a slut, so normal," I said with a wink and got playfully hit.

We walked out of the office and headed downstairs, and I saw Jerry standing by a door with a lazy smile. "Good work," Jerry said as I walked past him, "keep that good head on your shoulders."

Howard smiled as we walked past, and Samantha stopped to say something to him before running out. We walked out together to my car, and I unlocked it.

"Disgusting you earned this at your age."

"You are the one who pays me. Am I worth it?"

"More than worth it."

"Then it isn't disgusting." I chuckled, opening a window and turning on the radio as I turned on the car. "Where to?"

"Just down the street, there is a bar and grill, with big portions. We can go enjoy a nice meal there," Crystal said.

"Agreed," Samantha added in.

"Perfect, I am not that much of a fan of the Fancy places either," With that I pulled out with a massive smile on my face.

Although it wasn't a success with the client, I did not outright fail.

I leaned back into my seat, pulled out into the street, and could not help but think.

Oh, thank fuck I did good.

Then again, I also wondered when I could do it again.