Life of a Dominant Futanari Alternative Chapter 37: Morning Chat

Violet and I left the room with plenty of time for breakfast. Although we took over an hour or two in the shower this morning, we woke up much earlier than we had this week. I originally wanted to have some fun before heading on the Tour, but I was happy we canceled now.

Violet was in a cute white summer dress that looked just opaque enough not to see anything but to tease the eyes through its lace. I think she originally got this to attract some men if she wanted to cheat potentially. Instead, she was now wearing it for me as cut low for the breasts, and it puffed out at the bottom, teasing the eyes. Her white panties matched the dress, but what was inside those panties was black hard, and sinister as I made her wear those dangerous-looking Anal beads again.

Violet, though, pulled out a little light blue dress that I liked a lot. It was another summer dress that cut low for me, but with the building heat, it was really nice. The dress was dangerous to others as it cutely cut off at the mid-thigh, dangerously close to showing off my panties. But it was super cute, and Violet and I looked good as we walked together.

As we walked, I had my hand on her ass, squeezing a little to remind her of the beads inside her. Violet shivered as we walked together, and I massaged her asscheek, and my thumb sneaked in and played with the plug at the base. Violet moaned as we walked, and her legs shivered as we reached the restaurant. We both quickly moved around to get food together, and we talked about the various foods.

Violet seemed to have forgotten for the moment how much of a bottomless pit I was compared to her as I stacked my plate up. She went for the more diet foods, and I chuckled as I told her she could just join me on a run twice a week, and if she could keep up she would shed any extra pounds quickly. This quickly earned me a playful slap as we moved on to various other parts of the buffet.

This morning felt odd as we maneuvered together and got drinks before sitting down at the table. Then my mother started to argue about my lack of needing coffee in the world. "No, once you get started, you never stop. Why do you think I don't really drink pop, tea, and most other drinks?" I replied exasperated, "Only juice and water are allowed in this temple. I don't want to get started on the drug called caffeine. I am happier without it and can wake up fine," I boasted.

Violet looked offended as she put some more sugar in her coffee as I drank my juice. "I can't believe you said that; I will let you know: I am very addicted to my coffee, and I could not do without it." She mocked, and I chuckled, "How did you become so goody two shoes?" She asked a moment later.

I chuckled, "You ask how I am a goodie two shoes after the past couple of nights," I replied with a dark concentration. Violet blushed furiously, and I guess the table next to us heard, making them both laugh as well. "I regard my body as a Temple, and you know that," I replied to the original question, "Whether with studies or working out every day no matter what. I sculpted it to be the best it can be. Sure, I have been told by my Sensei to increase my flexibility, but I do that by also making sure I don't bring things in that I don't care for." I know I was putting off the question a bit, and I shrugged. "So what?" I shrugged, "I am who I am and unapologetically so," I told Violet, "Having a backbone and holding true to myself is the best Advice I have ever given myself."

My words struck her hard because she always told me not to stand out too much, and the conversation died. I didn't mean to attack her like that, but I was not some goody two shoes or teacher's pet. I had been mercilessly made fun of for years, and I no longer was putting up with it.

Violet nodded in return, and we started to eat a bit more in silence. To be honest, I regretted making her like that, and I rolled my eyes, "don't be like that; just do better," I told her. Violet nodded, and I leaned back in my chair before getting up. "I am going for seconds; I am still hungry," I told her and  went off.

I went and gathered another plate of food and noticed some eyes from men and women alike. I liked this dress, although I knew it was skimpy, but it was damn hot out, and I looked hot in this dress. Moving through the buffet, I got back to Violet not long later, and she had her perkiness back. I didn't know what got her in a better mood, but I could tell that she was enjoying the beads inside her when she moved in her seat a little.

We got back to chatting, and she watched me eat for a bit and drank a second cup of coffee. I finished my meal after a bit, chugged a glass of water, and finished off my juice before heading out of the restaurant. We moved together, and my thumb happened to start teasing her asshole again as I grabbed her ass. I felt her shiver in my arms as we walked through the resort, and I remembered something.

"We have a garden to sit in. Let's sit there for a bit and chat," I told Violet.

"Okay."

We walked silently for a minute before we found our garden spot and sat beside each other. Being surrounded by Dominican plants was an odd sensation, and I leaned back to question it. "Interesting to just sit and chat after these past days," I began.

"Yeah, I have been loving the treatment; I just wish your-" Violet cut herself off, and I nodded.

"He is an asshole, you know, Violet," I told her bluntly, "Honestly, Both of you can be a bit of asshole, but at least you are a faithful asshole." Violet glared at me, and I raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you want me to list times and prove that you are an asshole?" I asked her, "You do not want to go down this line, Violet; you will lose," I stated bluntly.

Violet opened her mouth to start to retort but stopped, "No, You're right, I guess; I just, you know, I never thought of what I was doing as bad for you." Violet said with regret.

"Like I said, not bringing that up now," I told her bluntly once again, "That being said, I don't know what you should do. Hell, after what we have done this week, I don't know how we will interact when we get home."

"I know when I get back, I have a lot of thinking to do," Violet said with a large sigh, "I mean a lot. You have opened my eyes while here in this resort. I had no idea how much of a pervert you were or just how much of one I am. I don't know if I can go back to him. Suppose he can ever top your performance even if I wrote a step-by-step guide. It's the attitude you have. That superiority complex you barely even notice you have. The smiles that make me shiver. That confidence."

Violet looked at me, tilting her head, "I can see why people would pay to see you, Angela. Why would they be desperate to see you and, more importantly, please you? This morning, in the shower, I felt it. I wanted nothing more than that arbitrary reward that you never even promised me. In fact, I would take a punishment as long as it was you paying attention to me. The very fact that you deigned to notice me was itself a gift it felt like."

Violet shivered again, "I never felt this way about someone or something before. You brought me there effortlessly, and it has been like I have been on a cloud of pure ecstasy and bliss with you this week," Violet sighed once more, "I don't know how I will give it up. I don't know how I will stop myself from seeking you out when we are back or if I ever will. But this all ends tomorrow," She finished with a sigh once again.

Another time, I was left with nothing to say. What could I say?

My position in this relationship was that I could easily seek out others. I enjoyed seeking out others, even with her here. I had plenty of Stamina to spare to wear out a couple of others over the course of any time frame. I was confident that I could please them and make them cum their brains out. I just knew I could do it.

It wasn't like that for Violet.

Violet wanted to submit to someone stronger. Someone Confident and could put up with her shit and dominate her. Even at this moment, I could put my hand to her throat, choke her, fuck her, and put my foot on her head as she dripped semen on the floor, and it would only excite her. I could humiliate her, and she would love it.

When we got back, though, the partner that had been doing that to her was at arm's reach. There, but wouldn't do anything to her. I was still in school and not at home most of the time. I would dedicate more time to volleyball, work, Crystal, and my lovers. She would be in her art studio wishing that the man who cheated on her would dominate her instead of being a pussy prick and hiding and doing things behind her back.

"You know what the fucked up thing is, Violet," I said suddenly.

Violet looked at me, surprised, "What?"

"I think knowing you and the time that we spent this weekend that the reason your mad at Dad isn't because he fucked another woman and got her pregnant," I began, "No, I think you would have fucking loved to be in a threesome with him and him making you watch her get fucked by him. You wanted him to dominate you. Make you do things you normally wouldn't. You might be a feminist, Violet," I said, turning to her and seeing her jaw drop, "But you're a Masochistic sow who loves to be humiliated and Cucked. You would have loved it if Dad did it to you. I know because you loved it when I did it to you."

Violet looked both offended and startled, and she stared at me.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed, and she was stunned.

"Am I wrong?" I asked her.

Violet looked down finally, and I could see my intelligent mother start to think. For the first time I saw her on this trip, she was thinking hard about her relationship, and I watched as she went over it in her head. I could see her even repeat, and after another couple of minutes, she looked at me dumbfounded, "You couldn't be right, Right?" Violet asked.

"Violet, I already Cucked you on this trip multiple times. I watched as you watched me fuck another woman in front of you. I watched as you wanted to join and were jealous. That jealousy was something that fueled your needs and desires, not make you hate me. I was your Mistress and Dominatrix; I was supposed to be yours. But I kept finding others, and it was only when you were not involved that it made you mad."

"No," Violet replied.

"You can deny, but," I shrugged and chuckled, "I am not your therapist; I am your Dominatrix; I play with your emotions and use those to fuck with your mind till you cum your brains out. Not try to make you fix them or understand them."

"But he cheated," Violet said in response, which wasn't an answer to anything I just said.

"Well, you might enjoy it if you were there and part of it. But you hate it when you're not there. It's only cheating if your partner does it without your knowledge and informed consent. I fuck other women with and around Crystal all the time. She loves it," I told her, "Maybe I got my swinger ways from you, Violet. Just don't know where the Domination side of me comes from because it definitely wasn't from your Masochistic ass."

Violet was deep in thought, and I let her sit for a minute, "One sec," I said, getting up, "I am going to get some water for the both of us. I think you need a minute alone, so I will be back." I told her, got moving, left the garden behind our room, and walked to the bar. I picked up a couple glasses of water and an orange juice. I quickly downed the orange juice and sighed contentedly.

The sun was out, and I felt relaxed as I looked up into the sky. I could hear the sounds of people chatting in the distance, and some people were already at the beach.

"Ma'am, you missed your tour bus," I suddenly heard, and I turned to see the person who sold us the tickets.

"Ah, no worries. We decided last minute not to go," I told them, "We are going to relax on our last day," I said, brushing them off.

"No worries, Ma'am, I hope you enjoy yourself," they said and walked away. I decided I should walk back.

I grabbed the water glasses and entered the garden again seeing Violet still thinking. I put one of the water down, and started to drink the other one as I wrapped my arm around Violet's shoulders. I then sat in silence for a minute, drinking my water, which was nice. It was a hot day out, and I enjoyed the plants around us.

"You are right," I suddenly heard Violet say, "You are fucking right, I would have been fine with it. Some tight Asian pussy being fucked in front of me while imagining myself being the one receiving it next would have got me off." Violet said, "I wouldn't even want to be with other men while he had more action. I would just want to be there, watching, enjoying. Fucking afterward," Violet said more to herself than me, and she looked at me distressed in her eyes.

"I am a cuck?" Violet asked bluntly, her face showing so much of her feelings.

"You are a Cuck, and that is fine," I told her, "You are a Masochistic Slut," I continued, "It is fine to have a Kink, and you are allowed to want to be fucked and be fucked in certain ways. There is nothing wrong with being a Cuck." I reassured her and she sighed.

"I think I understand why, Why I am so mad about all of this, Why I am so unsure of why I want to stay and torn between both." Violet finished.

"I can listen if you want," I said.

"No," Violet replied instantly, "This is for when we go back," She said slowly, "This is for me to tell him. For now," She turned to me, "I want you to make me forget that tomorrow will come."

I smiled, making her shiver, and I pulled her close, grabbed her breast, and gripped it tightly. "Sure, let me think up something quick, Slave." I paused for only a moment and my smile brightened a second later, "I already have something in mind," I told her truthfully.

"Follow."