Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 163/11: Hypocrite

I couldn't believe my eyes as I looked at the suited man in front of me. He wasn't the most attractive man, but he wasn't ugly, either. His short black hair with an almost mature baby face that was clean-shaven made him look younger than he was. I knew this person was probably in his early forties, and he was at least looking muscled under that suit, but I couldn't tell from here.

What surprised me was that this man 'Ryan' was a major news anchor for opinion pieces on Cable news shows that were openly homophobic, like extremely homophobic and anti-trans. There were rumors in the past that he did it because of the news station he worked for and some leaked text messages, but only now did I believe them as he looked excited as I entered the room.

My disdain for this 'Ryan' was how I was struggling to remember him as 'Ryan' instead of the News Anchor. I stepped into the room, looking around. 'Ryan,' who was, in fact, a Celebrity named Tyler Romanov, was sitting on the bed. As I looked around and passed him, the room was quite dark. There were large cabinets and drawers to one side while Ryan sat on the bed. I realized that there was little in the name of large equipment in this room.

Then I noticed the dark black table in the corner of the room with restraints built-in on the top for wrists, and I smiled. It had a spreading bar on the bottom with some shackles ready to use. "So, Ryan," I said with dripping genuine contempt for a hypocrite such as 'Ryan' was. "How is it to be such a disgusting hypocrite?" I asked, walking over to the drawers. "Does your dirty money from selling out what you love to keep you warm at night?" I asked, my contempt dripping from my tone as I walked slowly.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw his eyes widen and his crotch bulge instantly. "You like a fucking hypocritical masochist like being called what you are, don't you?" I asked, reaching the drawers. "Wonder what thousands of your viewers would think about you being in this room looking forward to getting fucked by one of the largest cocks you have ever seen?" I asked again.

Ryan opened his mouth and closed it, lost for words, as I hit his sore points. He opened his mouth to say something again, and I shook my head, "Honestly," I cut off whatever he said, "I couldn't give a single fuck what a hypocrite like you has to say. I think a punishment for being such a naughty closeted boy is in order for you. Instead, you are going to strip naked, and you are going to crawl on the floor like the Hypocrisy maggot that you are. You will show me how much you are willing to give to me just for the opportunity to touch me with your disgusting, Hypocritical hands," I snarled at him.

Ryan was stunned, but his body was reacting. Even in his dress pants, his boner showed, and he was blushing slightly. This was exactly why he was here, and I looked in the drawers to see what I had to work with. I found a lot of toys but mostly vibrators that were hooked up inside the drawer, and I loved it. The drawers were organized with their chargers with plug-ins, so they would always be charged! I loved it.

I opened the last drawer as I looked and found that Ryan had finally realized that I was paying no attention to him. That was wrong to think, but I was very much controlling my head, so I could see him in the corner of my eye. Ryan, at first, was stunned by my complete lack of Service. I insulted him and degraded him right from the start, and it seemed that the other Mistresses didn't do that.

That being said, the large bulge that was clearly visible from six to ten feet away told me he had a large member, and he was turned on since I didn't see it when I walked into the room. He was enjoying my 'service' and was coming to grips with it. After getting to grips with it, he started taking off the suit jacket, followed by his shirt. It seemed almost OCD with the methodical way he went about it. I thought about interrupting that and decided against it. I heard that routines were a way to cope with the new, and I had no idea if he needed that or not for what was to come.

Like Samantha said to me before. Ryan liked to use the money to try and feel like he was in control all along. That meant I could make him feel like he wasn't in control the entire time, and he would pay me more. I wondered if that was true, and I couldn't help but smile as I saw him remove his pants. I could see his chest, and although he wasn't in perfect shape, Ryan was in good shape. His muscles were starting to shape up, and he clearly hit the gym. As his pants fell, his underwear went with it, and his girthy member came into view. I could now see how turned on he was with an eight-inch cock standing tall.

I opened the last drawer and found something that I had hoped to find. Having just seen a how-to on Sounding play, and Samantha told me he was into it, I thought of a play with it, including the sounding rods. There was a special lube that went along with it, and looking at the rods; I learned another fact when I noticed the wire attached to them with a couple of buttons on the top. A smile broke across my face as I realized they had a vibration function.

Personally, I would never have one of these in me, but my curiosity to see how a certain hypocrite would react didn't decrease at all. I turned to look at the man, now getting on his knees, and couldn't help but chuckle. "Kneeling for forgiveness to start the night?" I asked with clear contemptuous humor that wasn't at all faked in my voice. I still couldn't believe that the homophobic transphobic personality on the biggest news network that did more harm than any other was in front of me, kneeling and getting ready to beg for my cock. He systematically attacked those he was attracted to; it seemed probably in a way to cover up his feelings for them.

Disgust and contempt were all I felt for this man kneeling on the floor naked now. I couldn't help it, and I stepped towards him and raised my foot, "Your head will be under this foot in the next three seconds, or you can fucking leave," I snapped, much to his surprise. I meant it too. Ryan would have to do more to get me even to contemplate touching him, and as I saw him shiver, I knew this was only turning him on more.

He pressed his head to the floor and finally said, "I'm Sorry, Mistress," He cried out to me. "Please forgive me for my Transgressions!" He cried out.

I pressed my foot down on his head, pressing some of my weight on him. "HA!" I barked a laugh of Contempt. "A Hypocrite like you deserves no forgiveness. You are a worthless fucking maggot," I told him truthfully. "Can't believe a fucking word from a worthless charlatan like you. Fucking Hypocrite. You will have to earn me even stepping on you," I snarled and pressed my strength harder on his head, making him groan.

"But," I said after a minute, "You are here, and I am with you for the next few hours," I began making sure to say it slowly as I turned, and while he was almost in a dogeza position, I turned and sat my ass down on his back and placed my other foot on his head to think. "No matter how much it sucks being with a piece of shit, Hypocrite like you, I can at least make sure that I enjoy myself," I said, clearly making myself sound like I was talking to myself. "Ah! I got something fun! How about we play a game? It's Listen to Mistress Perfectly; every time you fail, I punish you in a fun way for me. Win, and I punish you in a way fun for you!" I stepped a single foot off as I heard him groaning with pain under my weight and made sure my weight was on the foot, not on his head. "From now on, you are Maggot tonight. You will respond to maggot and thank me for calling you what you are; A maggot," I told him, stepping off of him and pulling out the table with restraints on the top.

At this point, I was already feeling the high I got when I won a game in sports. This Maggot was someone that I knew was influential, and I was allowed to do what I wanted. When the Maggot started to look up as I moved the table, I knew he got a nice look at my ass, and I turned and smiled brightly, and I saw the Maggot shiver, "Oh, First Punishment!" I announced, "Did I say you could raise your head and look upon my body Maggot?" I asked, my tone clearly happy he broke an order that I never gave or didn't give.

"Mistress, I-" The Maggot started to say something, and I glared at him, my expression not happy.

"Did I fucking say you could talk, Maggot?" I asked, my tone filled with contempt before I smiled, "I know what to do!" I said, "You have a phone on you, Maggot?" I asked, tilting my head, "You are allowed to speak to answer my question Maggot," I added a second later.

"Y-Yes, Mistress," he replied, unsure.

"Good, Get up and bring it to me. You have one minute to bring and unlock your phone for my next order. If you fulfill it, I will lessen the first Punishment." I lied to him. I had a plan, and I was going to follow it. I really didn't care if he listened or not. I never knew how much fun controlling a celebrity you hated a little could be—especially learning that they were a Hypocrite. Honestly, I was riding a high as he got up and tore into his suit jacket pocket on the bed. He pulled it out, and I heard him unlocking it and bringing it over to me.

Without realizing it, my cock had gotten hard with my plans for this Maggot, and when he handed me his phone, I could see him looking at it. His gaze was hard, and he swallowed while thinking as I took the phone from him. I quickly opened the Camera mode and smiled, "We will be making a little souvenir for you, Maggot," I said after pressing record, and I brought it up to see him.

The Maggot's cock was pressing against his stomach as he stood before me. His face was blushing with humiliation from my frank speaking, and his cock was hard, showing that at least his body was enjoying the entire experience, and we hadn't even gotten to the fun parts. "Now, Maggot, Dance for your Futanari Mistress. You will have both hands on the back of your head, and you will dance, making your hard cock spin. I want to see it spin at least twenty times, and I will reward you with cumming once later. "Dance, Maggot," I ordered, my voice the only thing heard on the camera as he stood there stunned for a second.

The order was clear, and his blush was deep and almost down to his neck as he started. I couldn't help but begin to laugh as he started moving his hips back and forth with his slightly muscled arms behind them. He already had disobeyed my order, too, with his hands on his elbows instead of the back of his head. The Effect was the same as his cock wagged back in forth and didn't spin, not fulfilling the requirements. What I did see was the start of precum leaking out of his untouched cock.

The Maggot loved this humiliation, and his 'dance' started to get more desperate as his cock wouldn't spin as he gyrated his hips. It looked ridiculous, and I continued to laugh as he gyrated his hips around, bending his knees and standing tall. Trying so many ways to get his cock to spin, and it took him ten minutes before his cock started to spin for the first time. It was so ridiculous and funny I couldn't stop laughing even as my cock hardened.

I felt like I was high on life right now. Nothing could beat this current feeling as he reached the twelfth spin humiliating himself in front of his mistress for the night. It all looked so ridiculous as the forty-year-old man humiliated himself for my pleasure, and I struggled to control myself as he continued to gyrate and dance his hips around to keep his cock spinning with a blushing face. His cock would fling little bits of Precum on the floor as it spun around, showing his evident pleasure as he continued to humiliate himself.

Finally, I regained control of myself while he continued to spin his cock, "Stop now, Maggot. Or should I say Dancing Maggot?" I asked myself, and I shrugged as he ended the dance. As he stopped, his cock pressed back up against his stomach, and I smiled as I saw precum leaking down the vein of his cock. I hit save on the video I tapped of him and took a moment to think if I should email this to myself. I decided against it quickly, and I couldn't help but chuckle a little as I passed the phone back to the Maggot, and he took it in hand. "Did I order you to take back your phone, Maggot?' I asked as I released my grip, and the phone fell from his hand as he was stunned.

My smile was bright, and I knew it was like the demon queen to him right now. I was playing him beautifully, and I loved it. His body shuddered, and I saw the want to lean down and pick up his phone. "Maggot," I said slowly, showing him my bright smile, "On the table now. Put your hands in the restraints." I told him, "You have earned so many punishments and only one reward. Such a disappointing Maggot. Makes sense for someone who is such a Hypocrite with no morals." I saw him twitch with that one, but a fresh drop of precum leaked from his cock, showing his masochistic tendencies.

I watched him for a moment and looked at him like an idiot after a couple of seconds, "Get moving to the table, Maggot!" I exclaimed with contempt, "You're already a fifty fucking hypocrite. Don't be a moron as well," I snapped.

He realized now that I had ordered him and stepped over his phone to the table I had moved not long ago. He got up, laid back on it, and put his hands in the upper restraints. I walked over, my breasts hanging over his face, his blushing face deepening in red a little as I locked him in place. His cock was still against his stomach, and I wondered what else I could do to him.

Moving around the table, I locked his legs in place and smiled as I went to the drawers and pulled out the toys I had planned. The punishment would start soon, and I felt giddy as I decided to set up the scenario for the worthless maggot behind me. "Now, Maggot," I began as I pulled out a large prostate massager from the drawer. I unplugged it and grabbed the sounding kit, carefully unplugging the kit before bringing it over in a closed box. I placed them on his left side, where he could barely not see what I was placing.

Opting instead to look at my F-cup breasts and large cock that was now pressing against the strings binding the lace outfit to my body. My cock pressed against the string, stopping it from entering my cleavage. I barely cared as I felt excited to play with this cock in front of me. It was like a new experience, and I had no idea how it would play out. I remembered the how-to video and knew I had to take it too slow, especially because this was my first time and to do it to someone experienced instead of someone new.

If I was honest with myself, I didn't care if this Maggot was used to being sounded or not. Tonight I would play with him and experiment on him, and if he was a good Maggot, I might fuck him once as a reward. I never played with a man without the intent to make him a sissy bitch, so this was a new feeling. I haven't done much, but with how much this Maggot's cock was twitching, I knew that he was incredibly turned on.

"We are going to start with a nice Punishment. You have one chance to cum. You may dry orgasm as much as you want like the Maggot you are. But If I see you blow your trash semen load more than once while I punish you, then I will make things worse each time you do. Do you understand Maggot? You may reply," I finished my sentence that I let hang in the air earlier.

"Y- Yes, Mistress, please be merciful, Mistress," He begged, and I felt my hand collide with controlled strength against his cheek.

I turned to him, looked down, grabbed his face, and snarled, "MAGGOT," I snapped and spat on his face with a loogie of spit landing just above his eye, "I did not permit you to even beg me. How stupid can you get?!" I asked incredulously, my contempt dripping. "Obviously, I have not said an order, and here you are disobeying me. Since you are so fucking slow, let's go over this slowly, so you understand in the future, M.A.G.G.O.T!" I said very slowly.

"When I asked if you understand me," I began again very slowly, "It is a yes or no answer. No extras Maggot," I took a deep breath, "Do you understand that, Maggot?" I asked slowly, "You may now reply like the stupid Maggot you are."

"Yes, Mistress," The Maggot said, his voice and eyes filled with excitement, and I realized that everything I was doing to this man, he loved it. An Eighteen-year-old woman was degrading him and spitting in his face, and as I looked down, there was precum leaking down his chest slowly onto the table. This maggot was clearly getting off on this even as he felt the shame.

I spat in his face looking at him with contempt. "Fucking Maggot, you finally understand," I said, leaning back. I picked up the prostate Massager and lubed it up with a lot, and I poured the lube on the Maggot's cock and all around his balls. "Mistake an order again, and I will hit your balls, Maggot," I said, my voice dripping with contempt. I looked down at his cock, though, and realized I didn't want to touch him anymore.

I needed something to allow me to touch him with a cold hand that showed my utter disdain for him, and I spat out, "Fuck, your body is disgusting. It's like a fucking maggot," I said, turning to the cabinets, "Where is it? There should be some here," I commented, and I heard a groan from the Maggot behind me before I found latex gloves and a box of condoms. It seemed there were several sizes, and someone was thoughtful to stock it up with my size as well. All the other boxes were half empty, while my size was left unopened. I opened it up for use later and put on some gloves with a smile.

I walked back over with the blue latex gloves on now and grinned as he looked disappointed, and I leaned down and watched his eyes look deep into my cleavage, also seeing my cock. "Who the fuck would want to touch a hypocrite like you?" I asked, and I spat in his open mouth. "Gross, Swallow that Maggot," I told him, my voice showing disgust.

A second later, he swallowed it, and I could see the desire grow in his eyes. It was disgusting and despicable when seeing him do it. It was like everything he did brought more contempt and disgust from me. I moved, and for the first time, I touched his body. I lathered his cock with the lube I left before making him moan as the first sensation hit him for the night. I grabbed the lubed prostate massager, moved a hand blindly down to his asshole, lathered the extra lube around his asshole, and penetrated him with a single finger. His moan sounded in the room, and it was time for things to begin.

Making sure I kept a disgusted look on my face, I pushed a finger in deep, and his moans got louder. I heard his arm click against the restraints. I slowly fingered his ass while looking down at him with disdain. "You think that you are going to enjoy this, Maggot?" I asked, my words venomously. I enjoyed making fun of this hypocrite. The homophobic, transphobic asshole under me now wants to take my cock and pay me for it. He was a person at the top of the world in his profession with a large audience and so much sway over the crowds it was ridiculous. Now he was moaning as I finally lifted the prostate massager, and I brought it to his back door and pushed in, uncaring of the resistance I felt from his asshole.

The Maggot's hips thrust up into the air, and more precum dripped from his cock as I shoved it in and turned the massager on. His moans filled the room, and I grabbed his cock. I lightly stroked it with a latex-covered hand, and his hips bucked into my hand again, trying to get more pleasure from it. Instantly I let go making him groan, and I turned to the box, opening it up.

Sounding rods were measured in millimeters without thin they were, and these looked expensive. They were not just rods. They were little art pieces. One was twisting all the way up to the button at the top.  One was a thick point at the bottom with a thin part to decrease how much the person would feel, I assumed. Both with a press would vibrate, and I picked the one twister, knowing it would leave space for the semen to jump out, wanting to let his one reward go quickly.

I grabbed the special lube in the drawer with it and lubed the entire metal line. Choosing to over lube than under lube. The Maggot's eyes were wide, looking at the sounding rod, and he seemed to be teetering on saying something to stop me. I wanted to chuckle and ask him if he thought I would care for his protests.

Something in me loved how he thought he had absolutely no say in the room with me. He wasn't human to me. He was a Maggot that I could crush at any time. He was here for my entertainment to crush at will if I so chose to. I grabbed his cock and the rod, and I could feel the heat and his throbbing in my hand. The Maggot's head was peering down with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as I got ready to penetrate him.

My cock was now throbbing with need, and I was leaking precum of my own as I thought about what I was about to do to him. I heard a whimper coming from the Maggot, and I grinned. It was like a shot of pleasure hearing him whimper as I brought to rod slowly closer to his urethra, and I heard him take a deep breath just as the tip of the sounding rod pressed against his peehole, and a second later, I pushed in.

"mmmMMMMMHHHMMMM!" He moaned loudly as I pushed in, and his cock started to throb in my hand hard. His legs trembled, and I pushed down as I brought the slightly bent rod deeper down his cock. Inches of the rod disappeared in him, and he groaned and moaned with a mixture of Pleasure and pain as the rod disappeared down his cock, and I felt fascinated. He strained against the restraints, and I pressed the button on at the tip of the rod I was pushing into him.

"FUCK!" He cried out as the rod burst to life inside of him, and his hips thrust up uselessly as I held his cock hard. I let go of the rod, and my hand came down with a swift yet light slap against his balls. "OH! FUCK MERCY MISTRESS!" The Maggot cried out with a groan as the pain mixed with whatever was happening inside of him. My hand came down harder on his balls with a light slap sound as my lubed fingers hit his balls.

"OH FUCK PLEASE, MISTRESS! I AM CUMMING!" The Maggot cried out harder.

I slapped his balls hard, "AHHHHHHH!" He screamed, and a second later, from the rod deep in his cock, semen spurted out through the twist, his cock throbbing and getting longer and shorter on the rod as it stimulated his prostate directly. His cries filled the room, and I felt my cock throbbing.

My sight was almost hazy with lust as I wondered what would happen if I unlocked those legs and took his asshole with that rod up his ass. My body was moving already, and my heart thumped in my chest hard as I tore open the condom with my teeth and I was sliding that condom down the length of my cock

I barely even registered his cries of anguish and pleasure. "Be happy, Maggot," I said without much thought as I got on the table already and pulled his legs up in the air, pushing them down towards his ears. I reached down and grabbed the prostate massager and pulled it out all at once, making him cry out something. I didn't hear, and I didn't care. I loved the dominance that I felt at this moment. "I will grace your Maggot body with my cock. If you cum I will punish you. You may only cum with dry orgasms, or I will punish you with a swift, firm slap to your balls," I said, feeling high as a kite on life.

A whimper as semen dripped out of the twisted-sounding rod was all the noise he made as he looked at me wide-eyed. I laid my cock down onto his ass before pulling back and pressing the tip of his asshole. I smirked, and I pushed into him. I moaned as his ass took it, and as I pushed in I felt a vibration as I pushed into his ass and I moaned.

Honestly, It wasn't like his ass was better than any of my girls or Kyle. Not even Jakes was worse than this Maggots ass. The pleasure of the dominance and his cries of pleasure as I pushed eight inches of my cock into him and dove deep into the depths of his ass was what brought me pleasure. The mental control over this hypocritical piece of shit was everything I needed as I quickly started to reach deep into him.

I moaned and pulled back and thrust back into him a second later, and I watched his cock throb on the rod still in his cock. I reached with a hand grabbing his cock while the other held his legs down. His leg fell to the side as I thrust into him, and he moaned in response as I grabbed his cock. I didn't stop thrusting as I reached the edge but held on as I started to stroke his cock as he cried out and begged for mercy.

I let go of his cock and slapped his balls, which made his ass tighten on me, increasing the pleasure, and I struggled not to cum. I slapped his balls hard, making him scream, and I grabbed his cock and felt his ass spasm and cock throb. I saw no fresh semen, and I knew he dry orgasmed. I didn't care and started to stroke his cock hard as I felt myself reaching the edge mentally before needing release.

I wrapped my arm around his leg and turned him onto his side, and replaced the hand on his cock with the hand that was holding his hand before. His cries sounded louder, begging for mercy, and I finally reached the end. His cock sprayed semen down onto the table while I drove my cock deep into him, and semen shot out with more speed than I thought from his cock hitting him all over. In retaliation, I slapped his balls as his ass squeezed my cock, sending me over the edge, and I released my seed deep into him. I moaned and filled him with rope after rope thrusting into him as I tapped his balls with my hand while stroking the Maggot's cock.

A couple of moments later, I came back to myself, and I felt high on pleasure and knew that I wasn't done with this man. I would extend the time if I had to, and I reached forward slowly, pulling the rod from his cock after turning it off, and semen spewed out of his cock onto his leg. It twitched and throbbed in my hand, and I slowly pulled out of him before getting off the table.

Clarity came from that orgasm, and I loved the high I felt on this Maggot. I didn't care if he never showed back up. I didn't want to work on such a hypocrite again. He can go back to the straight life like he told the public. I will punish him tonight for all the transsexuals and homosexuals his television programs did.

I pulled out and took the condom out of his ass, tying it up, placing it on the dresser, and looking around while the trash figured out what had happened to him. I shivered in pleasure, and my cock throbbed, wanting more pleasure. I was far from done with this Maggot. It kept repeating in my head, and I found a simple wooden paddle on a nightstand near the bed. I walked back and took off the restraints on his arms.

"M- Mistress, Forgive me," He groaned as I uncuffed him.

I leaned down in response and whispered in his ear, "No, You deserve no forgiveness, Maggot." I told him, making him shiver.

Minutes later, I had him turned around, face down, ass up in the air with his arms and legs restrained. It was time for round two. I enjoyed it even more as I saw his cock hanging uselessly. I found a rope and started to tie his cock up, ensuring it was tight before I began round two. I needed to make sure that he didn't cum this time.

It was a great evening, and I learned a lot.