Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 162/10: Confrontation

My heart fluttered, and my stomach recoiled in nervousness that I had never felt before as I reached Crystal's car. I was never one to be daunted by something like nerves, though as I got closer, my pace and steps didn't falter in the least, and a genuine smile appeared on my lips as I reached her car and opened up the door to the back placing my backpack in the back seat.

I quickly closed the door then, jumped into the passenger seat, and grinned, looking at my wonderful girlfriend, who was smiling back at me. I leaned over the middle console and kissed her. Crystal moved toward me and deepened the kiss until I broke the kiss a moment later and leaned back. "I would love to take you here and now, but I have work," I said with an apology in my voice.

Crystal smiled, "Sorry for this morning. I didn't know what came over me that I had to ask that," Crystal said, cooling the atmosphere quickly.

I shook my head, "Crystal," I began, "Without realizing it, I have moved into your house. I didn't ask permission, and upon further thought, I also realized that I was using your feelings towards your own family to get you to allow me to move into your house." I told her, and Crystal looked at me with surprise. "I am not apologizing," I said a second later, making her look at me weirdly. "I am not going to apologize for something I didn't know about until Friday last week. Then we were both enjoying each other's company, and it wasn't until today, after you asked me that question, that I realized I was controlling you a little without realizing it." I told her, and Crystal was still looking at me oddly as I looked at her. "I have been making you my driver taking me, my women, and sissies all around. Driving me to and from work and many other things. You have a life, and I cannot help but wonder when the last time you went to the toy shop was?" I asked her.

Crystal opened her mouth, looking like she wanted to retort to my inquiry, only to pause. Crystal's eyes widened, and I couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't even realize it myself, and when I started to think, I realized that without malice or even having that intention, your life for the last three weeks since I have basically moved in has been entirely centered around me." I sighed, "I do not mean this as an attack on you, Crystal, nor do I want you to think it is. I realized that I need also start confronting my family issues instead of running from them," I sighed louder, "I am eighteen now, and I should try and fix the problem. Also, I need to stop treating you like my chauffeur." I told her seriously, "I think I should buy a car this week. BUT!" I said as Crystal seemed to start getting annoyed, "I really want to take you on a date this weekend and come home with you tonight. I also want you to talk with Samantha before we continue this conversation, especially because I need to get ready and shower." I told her.

Crystal looked very annoyed now, "Talking all you want, then telling me I can't talk," Crystal said, putting the car in drive. "While I am driving, I can talk as much as I want, and you have to listen." She said, her voice filled with annoyance and anger. "I think some of the things you said may be right. I know you were not thinking of controlling me, and hell," Crystal scoffed, "I was letting you come over every night. I love falling asleep in those F-cup breasts of yours." She admitted. "But, But," Crystal seemed to be having a hard time saying what she wanted to say, and she turned to me with frustration showing when she reached a red light. "FUCK!" She yelled.

I watched her and saw the frustration, "You are both right and wrong. I didn't hate your presence or anything. I have shit to do, and I always feel like you are my number one priority, Angela," She said, looking at me. A car horn made her realize the light was green, and she started to drive. I could see the frustration in her eyes. "DAMMIT! I like having you around. I don't want you not to be around just because I have a prior history with dumbasses that were controlling!" She exclaimed.

"Who said I am going anywhere?" I asked curiously as I watched her. Her head turned to me, and I pointed at the road, "Eyes on the road, not on me," I snapped, and Crystal turned back to look at the road. "I never said that I would not be over more than I am. I also need to give you some space while being around. I have been intruding a bit too. I want you to tell me really when you want to go out. I don't know, really, since I am all new to this relationship thing, and my weeks have been super full. But I know you may also need to feel a little less controlled."

Crystal sighed, and she took another turn, bringing us into the club's parking lot. It was funny how fast that took, yet it also felt like a lot of time. Crystal turned to me, "We will discuss this after your work. I need to talk to my friend and get my feelings in order. And," She paused, "I am sorry for this morning. I know something needs to change, but I am unsure what. I didn't mean for all this to happen."

Crystal got out of the car a second later, and I could tell she was frustrated. I looked at her for a second before I got out of the car and grabbed my backpack before following her in. We walked past both guards, who stepped back as Crystal entered and felt her annoyance. I quickly followed her in, but I never felt like I was losing to Crystal.

I didn't want this reaction from her, and I was planning on delaying telling her, but I was sure that Samantha was going to be hearing about our relationship a lot tonight while I had no one I could talk to about this. Who would I ask? Sarah? Tracy? Alex? Kyle? Debbie or Grace? Crystal was the person I was closest to other than my parents, and there was my sensei, who was probably the only one who could help me with this.

We walked up the stairs and down the hall until we reached the next set of stairs without saying anything. Crystal was annoyed, and I wanted to sigh as we reached the top floor. Crystal knocked on the office door, and I waited beside her for the second that it took for Samantha to say that we could enter.

Crystal stepped in, still looking annoyed, and I saw Samantha on her laptop as we entered, "Hey, Oh?" She began to greet us before seeing Crystal's expression. "Angela," Samantha said instead, "Why not get ready so I can talk to my friend? The outfit that we got for this customer is on the hanger. It is something I am sure that you will enjoy."

I nodded, "Thanks, I will take my time," I told her truthfully, and she nodded while Crystal sat down on her couch. I turned and closed the door for their privacy and sighed. I hadn't wanted to bring things up this quickly, but the way Crystal started our conversation in the car made me feel like I had to.

Walking back to the dressing area, I walked down the hallway and heard some talking but ignored it. It was between two Mistresses, and I thought I recognized one of them but didn't care to talk. My mouth just got Crystal and me in a little bit of a fight, and I didn't want to speak right now. Were we even in a fight? I wasn't even sure at this moment. I just wanted Crystal to talk to her friend and make her feel a little more comfortable. That was essentially it, as she was the first person to care for me outside of my family.

I got to my dressing room, stripped off my sweaty clothing, and put my backpack down after putting my stuff inside before quickly grabbing my soap and shampoo. I headed back down with my hands full back towards the showers. I heard more talking as I passed the same spot with three Mistresses instead of two like before.

As I walked by and entered the showers, it seemed that tonight was a busy night. I quickly took a stall and turned it on, letting the water warm up before I entered. I only waited a couple of moments before entering and sighed as the hot water hit me. Without realizing it, I found some sand on me as I cleaned up, which was odd since I wasn't playing recovery today like I did most of the time. The progress I made with serving was a happy moment for me. It seemed that I finally found a spot where I could progress on my weakest part of the game. Sure, I would probably have to learn a couple of other serves, but I felt like my favorite would be a jumping spike serve. It fit what I wanted to be doing as well. I couldn't help but wonder what I could do without two hundred plus extra pounds on me when doing it.

My mind wandered as I cleaned my body and shampooed my hair. I felt so much better, and I let my mind wander to what Samantha told me about this guy on Sunday. Samantha said that this guy was named Ryan and that I would have to stick to that, I believe. Probably someone in the public light that has a lot to lose. I wouldn't say shit outside these walls, and hell, I probably shouldn't say anything to anyone inside these walls, too, if it isn't Samantha and myself alone in the room. Although Samantha probably would go over it with me again, I continued to probe my memory of what she said.

Something about him being a huge masochist and maybe into cuckolding. Then something about sounding, I believe, and I felt a curiosity hit me. What was sounding, and what was this sexual act? I felt motivated to find out, and I turned off the water, no longer luxuriating in the heat, and instead took a towel and dried myself off. I heard another shower going, and I continued to dry myself off as I exited into the hallway.

My mind wandered as I walked down, and I only heard two voices now as I walked past that dressing room that I kept hearing Mistress's talking in. I didn't care at this point and walked down the hallway back to my dressing room to start getting ready. I took off my towel, looked down at it, and realized it wasn't mine. I sighed and put it on the rack for things to be cleaned without caring.

I started using the hair blow dryer to deal with things quickly while the other hand pulled out my phone and started using some of my data. I quickly found a porn video labeled 'Sounding my Masochist's cock till he came.' I watched while blow-drying my hair, and I began to be horrified up until the moment the masochist started crying out for his Mistress. My fascination spiked pretty quickly, even as I would never allow someone to touch my cock this way.

Remembering times when a woman would tease my urethra while giving me a blow job, I could see how maybe someone would feel some pleasure in it. Still, I felt it was odd as the man in the video orgasmed hard on the steel rod inside of him. My curiosity spiked, and I looked up a how-to video and took some time to find one. I started playing it even as I realized I had finished drying my hair.

I paused the video before it started and opened up the care package for the outfit I was to wear for him. I found a red lace outfit inside that was basically see-through down to the bottom. Red panties went with it, and two long red stockings. It seemed that Red was something everyone, including myself, thought looked good on my body.

I liked the red, pulled it out completely, and found more fabric than I thought. It was two long strips of fabric that would go up and cup my breasts. They were completely separate, but the back was completely strung together. What I quickly realized was this was really sexual and would emphasize my cleavage and abs. I liked it, and so I started to quickly put it on. It took some time, and the front needed to be strung together, so I took my time. I got lost in the action when I heard some voices outside my door before they knocked on it.

"Mistress Futanari?" I heard, and I turned as I finished stringing my outfit up. I had on no panties, and the attached Gartner belt on my outfit hung loosely.

"Come in," I said as I reached back and picked up the matching stockings. I wasn't a huge fan of stockings, but they slid up my legs, giving me a more sophisticated dominant look. I liked how I looked as I picked up the panties while looking towards the door, and two attractive women stepped in.

"Hey, You had a towel outside your room. Is that yours?" Asked the first woman. She was very lightly dressed in a black leather dress. It emphasized her nice D-cup breasts, and her arms were covered in black leather as well.

"No, it isn't," I said as I reached down to slip on my panties, "I think I accidentally took it, or they are there for anyone to grab. If it was someone else's towel, though, I am sorry," I apologized, "My mind has been busy lately, and I was thinking about something else since I have a client soon." The last part was a lie, and it wasn't looking like the women were caring about my issues as I finished slipping up my panties.

I stuffed my cock back, hating the feel of it, and stretched a little. "Well, Don't touch other people's stuff," said the second attractive woman. She had dark red hair I was willing to bet dyed that way, and it was wet as well, making me realize that she was the one I had taken the towel from. Her breasts were no more than a B cup if I was being honest, and her look was angry. She was about five foot something but not very tall as I basically loomed over her standing.

"Again, I apologize," I said, feeling annoyed that she didn't take my apology the first time. "I am new here, and I just saw a towel and took it. I wasn't thinking, and my mind was on something else."

"You better fucking apologize. Don't take other people's shit!" She snapped at me, and finally, I snapped.

"Fuck off," I said, pointing at the towel, "There it is, and I wasn't thinking, but if I see it again, I will take it to spite your small tits. I will let all your towels from now on know what big breasts are!" I snapped at her, and I saw her surprise and hurt. "Now get out of my dressing room as I have a client to finish getting ready for!"

The other woman and the redhead looked at me surprised, and the redhead looked at my breasts and snarled. Still, she stopped, took a breath, and grabbed her towel. She turned and left without another word, and the other woman followed. I sighed and felt bad a little for insulting what nice perky tits fit her body well. My mind just centered on them since there was no way for them to compete with my growing F cups. I turned to the mirror and turned on the video I was watching with the how-to video.

What I learned was something they didn't teach in health class that blew my mind a little. The woman in the video had a man lying down for it and a poster with the male genitalia, which taught me that the prostate is what controls the flow of urine and produces the fluid for semen. It also feels incredibly good when pushed and prodded. The act of sounding is to reach and tease the prostate, which is supposed to feel really good.

I watched in a little fascination as she taught me how to bring the sounding rod down, be gentle, and make sure there was a lot of lube. How much is a lot depends, and I was fascinated up until I realized something which made me turn off the video. I started to apply makeup and tried to suppress the realization.

I was a Futanari.

My pussy always felt too good to use.

When Crystal put her fingers in me, it was like my cock was throbbing, and pleasure was overwhelming, and a theory struck me. My prostate was probably smushed between my pussy and my cock, whereas for men, it was near the anus. This meant that my prostate was probably much easier to be hit and overwhelmed my senses with pleasure. I hated that overwhelming pleasure that made me lose control of myself, which is why my pussy was still a virgin.

I quickly shook my head and concentrated on putting on some makeup that made my eyes look a little larger and finished with that before standing up. I quickly left my room and walked back toward Samantha's office, hoping I had given her and Crystal enough time to chat before I came back. I sighed as I heard some frustrated growling from the room earlier, and it seemed I pissed that Mistress off.

That didn't matter to me, and I quickly exited the dressing area and knocked on Samantha's door. "Come in!" I heard again and opened the door to see Crystal looking a little calmer. She was pouting, and I walked in with a sigh.

"Sorry, Samantha, You might get a complaint about me from the other Mistresses," I told her as I closed the door, "I accidentally took the redheads towel without thinking and put it on my hanger for things to be cleaned," I explained and noticed Crystal not paying attention instead looking me over with lust in her eyes. "When they came to find the towel, and I apologized, she would let it down. After apologizing twice, she still didn't take the apology with grace, and I got annoyed and snapped at her. Might have insulted those nice breasts of hers." I frowned, "I shouldn't have, but she wouldn't back down." I shrugged.

Samantha sighed, "Okay, thanks for letting me know. Knowing her, she will talk to me in a bit or tomorrow when she comes in for her morning appointment." Samantha turned to look at Crystal. "Crystal, stop eyeing up your girlfriend for a minute and give us some space. I got a confidential thing to talk to her about." Samantha said.

Crystal took her eyes off of me as I stood near them, and I noticed a little drool on her mouth. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I was still extremely attractive to my girlfriend. "fine, I will be back in twenty; I'll go talk to Howard." She said with a pout and walked away. She stepped passed me, and I turned my head, catching her looking at my ass as she passed. No shame on her face as she took it in, and I stepped around the table to sit in the spot Crystal had just vacated.

The door quickly closed behind my Girlfriend, and Samantha sighed. "You both messed up this time with her and did what was needed to be done," Samantha said. She leaned back onto the couch and sighed, "Honestly, before we talk business, I will tell you something about Crystal." She had my attention, and she looked away from me. "Crystal has had three major relationships, all of which didn't last that long. That girl is a little spotty with relationships and hates to be controlled even as she absolutely loves to be controlled. You are shaping up to be her fourth major relationship, and I hope it works for her as her best friend." Samantha turned to me, "honestly, I mean that."

"Thank you," I replied with a wry smile, "To be honest with you, Samantha, I am new to all of this," I said, motioning around my hand. "Want to know what I did two months ago on a regular basis?" I asked her without really meaning to ask her. "I was lifting weights and studying for my next semester of school. In fact, I finished studying for all my courses and memorized most of the schoolwork by halfway through the summer. The only other thing I spent time on was building this body as the temple you see it as now." I confessed to her, "So, if it isn't Obvious, Crystal is my first girlfriend. My first Friend too. Kind of sad coming from an eighteen-year-old, right?" I said, and Samantha nodded.

"To be honest, Yeah. Crystal told me a little while we talked, and I can tell you are trying your best. The thing I want to tell you about those relationships, though, is that all of them were very controlling in one way or another." Samantha said, "It is a real problem in the BDSM community. Some women love being controlled; more often than not, that is the case, and the men heavily control it. The women in BDSM communities that are Dominants or Mistresses tend to be even more controlling and have the pick of the litter of men usually so they can afford to be. Crystal isn't the type to be controlled long-term, but she can be controlled in the short term. Are you catching what I am saying?" Samantha asked.

"I think so," I replied with a frown, "You are saying that in the short term, you can completely control her. In the Long term, she will wake up and end things there, I am guessing."

"Correct." Samantha smiled, "God, you are good at reading some things. But as I was saying," Samantha told me and reached forward, picking up a cup of water. She finished the cup of water before saying, "Crystal got into one of those mindsets this morning because it was something she used to do for her exes. On the other hand, you are still new to this and the relationship and relationships altogether. You told her the right things and, to be honest, handled it correctly with what she needed to hear. Honestly, telling her that you will give her space was probably the right thing to do as well." Samantha sighed, "Don't run away on her, though."

I looked at her, confused, "Why would I run away?" I asked. I took a deep breath and sighed, "Samantha," I said slowly, "First do we have time before my client is here?" I asked.

Samantha looked at me surprised and grabbed her Laptop. "Damn, Your right. Ryan just showed up about five minutes ago. We don't have time for this. I will have to give you your brief on him and the room you will be using. Just a quick update too on your room. Becky is working with Crystal, and they designed some things together. Becky also asked me to have you call her soon so she can talk to you."

"I will give her a call when I have some time," I replied, and Samantha gave me a look.

"Make some time," Samantha said with a sharp tone, "I have been talking to your girlfriend for the last hour. I hear you don't have a lot of time, so make some time to call Becky, even during school time." I nodded, knowing she was right, and Samantha nodded in turn.

"Good, Now for your brief before you meet Ryan." Samantha took a deep breath, "This is a person who requires your utmost discretion. He will try to ruin this club and us if his identity is leaked, and we can be in trouble in legal ways if it is. That means no outbursts or anything, and you will never say anything about him outside this office with only me in it. Understood?" Samantha locked eyes with me, and I nodded.

"I understand," I replied, and Samantha sighed.

"Sorry, this is a celebrity this time, and you will understand what I mean when you see them. As for what you can do with him once inside the room with him, that will be up to you. Play it by ear or plan something with him. He will be in the room waiting for you, probably in a suit or naked, depending on his mood. He will try to control you with money, Don't let him. If you try to dominate him financially, it will work in the wrong direction., That is what I heard from other Mistresses with him. He made a home with Mistress Vapor for a while, but it seems that he wants to try something new. He will probably still be Vapor's regular, but that doesn't seem an issue for you." Samantha said, and I chuckled.

"No, It really isn't. I honestly wonder how Sophia is doing as my first." I said offhand, and Samantha looked at me surprised.

"She is hoping to meet up with you again, actually. I honestly had to implement a one-time-only skip-the-line thing with money with you. The twins have been begging a lot, and the other week, I mentioned Sophia, but I think you forgot." Samantha told me, and I looked at her, surprised.

"Sure, I will do something with Sophia. She is pretty easy and enjoyable." I told her, and Samantha smiled and typed something into her computer.

"Thanks, Sophia hasn't been annoying, but I know she was sad not having any action for the last week or so. You kind of ruined the strap-on experience for her after tasting the real thing." Samantha told me, and I laughed.

"That's good," I said with a smile, "I enjoyed her. Give me a heads up on when I will be meeting up with her." I said after a moment.

"What are your thoughts on working on holidays?" Samantha asked, and I looked at her, surprised.

"Depends. I will think about it since I haven't yet," I told her, and Samantha nodded.

"Okay, Done with talking now since Ryan has been waiting. I was initially going to keep you going to the same room as last time, but a leak happened while the contractors were working on your room. Unfortunately but it leaked into the room you were using. Now, He is on the first floor, third door on your right from the entrance. Did you look into the sounding thing at home?" Samantha asked.

"No, and yes," I replied wryly, "I was checking it out in the dressing room. Found a nice How to from a Mistress Gorgeous or something that was free. Incredibly insightful, and I learned a lot. I will be looking up her videos in the future if I am looking for how-to's." I told Samantha.

Samantha looked at me surprised, "She is a content creator for BDSM Community, but none of her videos are free. Must be a leak mind showing it to me later?" Samantha asked, "Or sending me the link? She would probably like to have it taken down."

I nodded, "Sure," I replied, standing up. "I will let you know soon. "For now," I turned to the door and started to walk out, "I think we should sit and chat soon, talking about something other than work. I would love to know more about my Girlfriend from you. Obviously, ask her if you have permission to do so, though. I don't want to violate any boundaries I have been breaking recently. See you soon."

I stepped out and closed the door and saw Crystal coming up the stairs, making me realize we had chatted longer than I thought. I smiled at Crystal, "Heading to work, Minx," I said, "See you soon," I walked past her, and Crystal pouted as she watched my ass moving down the stairs. Walking barefoot was nice as I headed to work.

I wondered who the celebrity was as I walked to the door; I was told after heading down the second staircase. When I arrived at the door, I took a moment, felt my body steel itself, and got myself ready. I opened the door, and nothing could have stopped the surprise I felt when I saw the celebrities face. Instead of a smile like a fan girl, my face turned to a frown and a sneer. I couldn't believe who Ryan was.