Life of a Dominant Futanari Alternative Chapter 14: Slave

My mind almost felt like it was in a haze as Violet was on the floor. I was now her Mistress, and she was my Slave. Her lips were pressed against my feet as a sign of subservience, and my brain was hurting slightly from the change. Since I became more aware of Sadism and Masochism, all my observations were right as I noticed that Violet had a small wet spot on her red bikini, and I shook my head.

I pulled my foot back and sat back down in the chair when Violet started to get up, and I turned to her. "Did I tell you to get back in your chair?" I asked, my voice lashing out at her with contempt. "Are you stupid?" I let myself ask. Violet blushed and stopped her movement toward the chair. "You are in serious need of punishment to start with. Some serious training is needed for a stupid bitch like you." I said ab libbing everything I said. "Honestly, A stupid slave like you needs even more attention from their Mistress, and I think we will start now," I told her, and I snapped my fingers and pointed down beside my chair. "Kneel here," I ordered, and I watched as Violet looked around at where we were, and her cheeks were red.

I hadn't planned for any of this, and I would let up if I hadn't seen Violet literally get on all fours and turn to crawl to me, turn around and kneel beside me, giving me a glimpse of an evergrowing damp spot in her bikini. Not only was she enjoying this I could now see a trace of her nipples on her bra going through the damn padding. I knew Violet was a masochist, but I truly don't think I understand how much of one she might be.

I pulled up the restaurant's Ipad for food and looked through it. They had some nice meals, and I quickly put in for a steak meal for myself and a large salad. I wasn't that hungry and thought about letting Violet choose her own lunch when I decided against it. I smirked as I put some food that I knew she liked a bit but clearly chose over something I knew she would have loved. Then I put in some special instructions that I am sure the serving staff would question but do anyways and sent the order in. I then turned to Violet and thought that she didn't deserve a reward, and I said, "There, the food is ordered." I told her, and I reached out, touching Violet's blonde hair with a smirk. "I wonder what they will think seeing you like this?" I asked her, and I saw her shuffle in spot a little.

"I-" Violet began to say something, and I turned to her.

"What? You want to say something?" I asked, "Did I give you permission to talk, Bitch?"

I stared at her, and she looked away, "That's right," I said, staring her down, her normal will seemingly disappearing because she asked for this. I knew it wouldn't remain, and her dominant side would probably come back, but it wasn't here for now. "You are the masochistic perverted bitch that needs to learn that you are the slave here." I told her, "Now," I paused, looking down at her, "I will allow you to choose. I think that big black man that showed us this room will be here soon. You can either kneel here on the floor like a proper slave bitch and receive a reward afterward when they notice you kneeling beside me." I said, and I could see Violet twitch with a blush, not liking that option, her embarrassment apparent. "Or you can sit in your chair and pretend to be normal until the food is delivered with some drinks, then you can be punished in this little room," I smirked, my mind still torn on what I was doing. "Choose. You may not speak your reasons; you either go sit in that chair or remain on your knees and wait."

Violet was clearly torn, and we continued to sit in silence as I leaned back, enjoying the silence so I could think about what the fuck was happening. I knew that I was the one who called her out for being a Masochistic bitch, but I never thought things would escalate this way. My mind was still reeling, and I was playing this by the moment, and I was struggling.

It was at this moment Violet got up, her face red, and moved over to her chair. I showed a disapproving expression and shook my head. "I figured you were too weak to show what a Masochistic bitch you were to them," I told her, my voice filled with contempt remembering that night with Mistress Vapor and how the voice could do so much to your Slave. Her expression showed a lot of shame, and she moved just in time; it seemed as a knock on the door sounded.

"Come in," I called out, and the door opened, and that black man came in with a smile. It turned brighter as he saw that the atmosphere had changed.

"Ah, So good to see things are better in here. That is great! I am so glad two nice ladies like yourselves relaxing here are no longer at odds," He said, "Your lunch is here; who had the steak and salad?" He asked, and I smiled.

"That would be me," I told him, "The soup is hers, and the bottle of water and extra bowl?" I asked.

"Right here, ma'am. Also, the pitcher of ice-cold water with extra ice is here. Please enjoy," He told me as he set things down, and we watched him set the table with everything while Violet blushed a deep crimson, her hands on her lap.

"Perfect!" As he finished setting the table, I exclaimed a little, "Can we please have a do not disturb sign? We won't be too long, but some business needs to be done, so this will be a working dinner for us," I half lied, "Business doesn't stop even if I am on vacation," I told him with sorrow in my voice, and I saw Violet raise her eyebrow.

"Absolutely, Please, use the Ipad if you need anything else." He said, and I smiled.

"Absolutely, thank you so much," I told him, and he pulled a sign off his cart, putting it on the door before closing the door.

"You just had to sit down in the chair," I said, shaking my head. "Now, I must punish you here and now, you dumb masochistic bitch." I said, and Violet was looking down, "Stand up and lose the Bikini," I ordered, my voice harsh.

Violet looked at me surprised, and I snapped my fingers, "NOW!" I almost yelled, and Violet stood. Her hands disappeared behind her back, and her red bikini top came loose a moment later; as she blushed in shame, her bikini bottom began to fall to the floor but not without a string of clear liquid coming from her pussy for an inch or two before they passed her knees to the floor. "Look at you," I said, standing up and looking Violet's hot body up and down, knowing that she was considered a Milf. Her Double D breasts with hard nipples were not saggy, and I reached out to grab them with one hand. "Look at these breasts," I said as if I was looking at an object instead of a person. "Nice breasts with large size. All hard like a Masochistic Pervert just moments away from having her life ruined if someone opened the door just behind her." I said, more contempt dripping from my voice.

I allowed my hand to glide down her slightly flabby stomach of a woman that has had a child. "And what do we have here?" I asked as I reached for her pussy. "A fucking bitch in heat," I announced to the room with only us in it. "I almost think I should get a dog to knot such a perverted bitch like you." I told her, "Maybe you don't even deserve a person how much of a perverted bitch you are all wet and wanting when you originally came in here with such an attitude. Now, look at you," I commented, stepping back and pulling my now wet fingers from her dripping cunt and showing them to her. "You are now a dripping naked mess waiting for my instruction. I don't even know what to make of it. One thing is for sure you are not eating at the table with humans. A perverted bitch needs to earn that privilege again," I said and turned.

I put the bowl by my feet, included the empty bowl, and filled it with water. "You will eat by my feet, for now, Slave. Maybe you can earn a reward if you are good while down there and are a really good girl. If not," my voice turned sinister, "I have a client tonight, and some things that I could punish you with will leave you begging for mercy when I come back. I am sure that you will enjoy eating in your proper place, Perverted bitch." I told her, and I pulled down my bikini bottom my cock hung down into her vision, and I moved to sit down. "No touching," I told her as I felt the slightly warm wood on my bottom as I sat elegantly, "But it will be there, and you can look up to it and maybe, Just maybe." I paused with an expression of superiority, "You may touch it or worship it." I told her and pointed under the table where her food was. "Time to eat, Bitch." I finished and picked up my cutlery.

Violet stood there, unsure of what to do. She was utterly lost and didn't know what to do. I cut into my steak, and it was rare but not still mooing level of rare; and I felt the juices enter my mouth, and I moaned as I sat chewed slowly on my food. I turned to Violet, who still stood there unsure as she gazed at me, eating with my cock out and her food just a foot away on the floor where I told her to eat naked.

"I'm sorry," I said, turning to her, "I don't think I said that you have a choice. Either you get under this table and start eating now with further punishment, or you will be walked outside naked like the Masochistic bitch you are. Maybe we can also find out you are an exhibitionist too. That will be a picture that we can send back home for people to enjoy," I said with a smile that bright as it was one that made Violet shiver, and she got down on her knees. Violet then crawled on her knees, and I looked down as she stuffed herself between my legs, my cock inches from her face.

I didn't pay attention to her as I started to eat, and I moaned as I heard the clink of a spoon that I allowed her to keep. I felt her soft breath once and a while as I slowly and methodically ate at a pace that would normally make me cringe. Lunch went on for a longer and longer period of time as I made Violet eat her soup inches from my girthy, partially erect cock that twitched once and a while.

Without warning, I moved my foot and heard Violet jump a little, hitting the table. I frowned as I moved my foot between her legs without seeing. "Another mistake?!" I almost exclaimed, "This damn bitch can't even keep calm enough not to try and ruin my lunch!" I complained without even talking to her. "I will definitely be punishing her later. But this steak is absolutely divine, and this salad is great." I said, talking to myself as I moved my foot down, and I found a wet pussy with my foot.

"Ah," I heard Violet moan as her drenched pussy was touched by my big toe.

I continued to eat slowly and methodically, slowly digging into the steak and potatoes with a smile. I let my toe move up and down slowly, and I heard a moan as I heard the clink of a spoon along with a moan, and I grinned as I reached for the pitcher and grabbed a drink of water. The ice clinked, and I looked down and saw that Violet had some of the water. "Oh, The bitch is low on water," I commented and poured some ice and water into the bowl before moving my foot from her pussy, making her sigh. Instead, my toes dipped into the ice water, sending a cold shiver up my foot.

I knew Violet would hate this, and my cock throbbed as I toyed with her. I slowly took another bite while my toes got colder and colder as I heard her clink a lot more, telling me Violet was at the bottom of her soup bowl, and I continued to eat. My toes got colder and colder before I pulled them out, and my foot moved forward back to where it was. My cold, wet toes then touched something hot and wet at the end of its journey.

"AH!" Violet cried out, and I made my toes move up and down the slit of her cunt, and I heard her moan as I began to eat more and more. "MMMM," I heard Violet moan, and I didn't stop eating. I needed to act like nothing was happening under the table, even as my cock throbbed a little from time to time as I moved my toes, dipping into the honey pot that was under the table. It was nothing and no one that mattered. It was a disobedient slave that didn't even deserve my attention as I went about eating my meal.

"MMMMM!" I heard a sexy moan, and the hot juices were starting to drip down my toes slowly; I stopped moving my feet as I moved onto my salad. There wasn't much left, but I took much more time than usual, and I heard a groan of disappointment and a little movement of hips on the tip of my toes as I refused to move my foot, and I felt disdain through me as she rocked her hips.

I finished my salad and pulled my foot back, and I looked down at Violet with disdain on my face. "You failed to be a good Masochist bitch. All you had to do was eat and nothing else. But here you are, dripping your filthy juices all over my feet. Disgusting," I spat, and a little spittle landed on her legs. "Get up for your punishment," I ordered.

Violet was blushing hard, as seemed to be normal now, and her embarrassed expression was one to behold. She was a mature woman that felt the shame of the moment, and her embarrassment made my cock throb as I looked her over, and I walked over to the table and placed the jug of water by my hand. "Stand here," I said, snapping my fingers and pointing at the floor just in front of me, and I could see Violet wanting to say something.

Instead of even talking with her, I reached into the icy water, pulled out a large ice cube, and closed the distance on Violet. "You have been naughty this entire time, and I have nothing good about your performance. I think you need to cool down, Pervert." the next second, the hand holding the ice pressed against her nipple and instantly started to melt on her skin, and the heat of her body made the water start dripping cold water down her white only slightly browning skin from the Dominican sun. body tried to jump back, and I scowled.

"Did you just do something again against orders?" I asked.

Violet froze and shook her head quickly, and my scowl got deeper. "Now, even lying to your Mistress. Unacceptable." I said, and I reached in and grabbed a handful of ice and took one into my mother's hand as they rested in my hand, and with an ice cube, I brought it down to her dripping wet pussy.

"You know, with men, if you put ice on their cock they apparently lose their erection," I told Violet, and her eyes widened as I moved that ice cube straight to her pussy and pressed it against her clit.

"AH!" She almost screamed, and I frowned before she stopped her scream of shock and maybe pain or excitement as I pressed her clit with an ice cube. To be honest, I had no idea what it was before Violet was covering her mouth with both hands, her body jumping with slight tears in her eyes. But I wasn't done, and I moved that cube down the slit of her cunt and then used a finger to push it inside of her.

Violet's eyes widened in shock at the sudden intrusion of an ice cube in her vaginal canal; she didn't focus on what I was doing next. My hand grabbed two more cubes, and suddenly those eyes of her widened even more as two more cubes joined her inside, and she screamed into her hands a little. "You are here to cool down." I told her, and I snapped my fingers and pointed at her bikini bottoms, "Put them on, you Masochistic bitch," I ordered her.

Violet scrambled over, and two, much smaller, followed by a third ice cube, dropped from her drenched cunt as she moved quickly and reached down, pulling up her Bikini bottoms and tightening them when my hand reached out. "Wait for a second," I told her, and my hand reached into the pitcher, and I could literally see her shiver as I pulled out four fresh ice cubes and closed the distance. My bikini-covered top pressed against her bare breasts as my mouth reached just beside her ear as one hand held the small of her back while the other dove into her bikini, dripping with cold water and ice, and pressed the ice into her cunt. "You will cool down," I told her, my voice barely audible and a little husky. "This is your first punishment. And you will walk out of here with those cubes in you; then we will head to the pool for some fun. You will only have two phrases outside this room. "Yes, and Yes, Mistress. Only those are acceptable." I told her, my voice barely audible as she covered her mouth as the ice settled inside her, making her bikini wet on the bottom. I pulled my hand out and stepped back. "Get dressed now," I told her, and I reached down and picked up my own Bikini bottom while I heard a moan behind me as my dominance over her must have washed through her.

I put on my bikini bottom without further incident, picked up the bowls from the floor, set them on the table, and used a napkin to clean up the mess under the table before chugging a good portion of the ice water with a sigh of satisfaction. By this time, Violet had her bikini on properly, and I snapped my fingers and pointed beside me. "Come," I told her, and I pushed open the door leaving the privacy of that private room behind.

Violet stepped beside me just where I snapped for her to be, and I smiled as we walked up to the black man that welcomed us. "That was delicious," I told him, "Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my purse, and I wish to tip the chef and yourself. Perhaps I may come another time?" I asked.

"We allow only one private room reservation every three days to allow all guests to use it. Although you can also come by and ask if there is an available room that hasn't been booked if you want," he told me with a smile.

"I most definitely will be doing that. A private room to talk is just what we needed in order to set things straight. I will be back later, and please give my compliments to the chefs." I told him and he nodded.

"I most assuredly will, and I hope to see you soon, ladies. I am happy you dealt with whatever it was that you needed to be done," he replied, and I grinned and walked out with Violet towards the pool area where we were before whatever the fuck happened in that room happened. I walked over and snapped my fingers, and pointed at the pool bar. "Come," I told her, stepped down the pool stairs, and sat at the empty bar with the same black man working the bar as before.

"Yes," Violet said and followed me in, looking much meeker than I had ever seen her and even sat beside me to the side I snapped to.

"Welcome back," The man smiled, "the man that you were talking to earlier," he said, and I felt a bit of rage in me at the thought of him, "He has been talked to, and he will not be doing it again and has been made note of. Please, Keep enjoying your stay," he finished with a large white smile.

"Hopefully, it works," I replied, and the man poured some water for me. "Thank you," I said, taking some water. "A cocktail light on the alcohol for Violet here," I said, "Bartenders choice, just not too much booze," I told him, and he nodded.

He began pouring something red, yellow, and blue, and I hardly paid attention as I drank water and spun in my seat to look out into the view. "You have a great view here," I said as I noticed a woman in a blue Bikini sitting at the pool's side soaking in the sun.

"Always," he said with a smile, "Please, Tell me off if I am being forward," He began to ask, and I chuckled.

"If you are asking me my preferences, then I will say that I am a top and that I like both men and women. I think I am bisexual, if that is the term." I told him, and I saw Violet frowning at the forward question.

"I was going to ask if you drink and if not, why not," The man said with a chuckle, "Although that is interesting," The man finished, and I laughed and turned my head.

"That is my bad," I said, "I don't drink because I hope to go to the Olympics one day, and if I drink, I might damage some nerves or something. I don't want to do that and don't feel the urge to drink. So I don't," I finished with a shrug, and the man was nodding as I turned back out to the pool. I quickly finished drinking the water and put it to the side, and I could hear him filling another cup.

My mind was barely on the moment as I heard him finish and the clink of ice on glass, and I snapped my fingers and held out my hand. I didn't know if Violet would take the hint, but she picked up the cup and handed it to me, and I couldn't help my smile. I turned my head to see a raised black eyebrow, but he didn't comment, and I turned my attention. "I think we should head back to the room soon," I said as I found a man walking up to a woman in a tan Bikini. She had a nice fit body and when she turned to look at the man I knew that he was a cuck. The look he had for her was once of almost worship while the woman barely even paid attention. I took a mental note, turned to Violet, and downed more water in one go. "Time to go," I told her.

"Yes, M-" Violet stopped herself, and I turned to the black man.

"I hope to see you tomorrow," I told him, headed out, snapped my fingers, pointed beside me, and said nothing more.

"Have a good day, Angela," He called out, walked with Violet beside me, and headed into the hotel, making our way back to the room. My mind was spinning, and I had no idea what to do with Violet, but we reached the room, pulled out my card, swiped open the door, and entered the room. I closed the door, snapped my fingers, and pointed at the bed.

"Sit," I told Violet and stood across from her. I looked down at her while toys and various outfits were still littered around the room since I hadn't cleaned up yet. I looked down at Violet, and I took a breath. "You may speak about one thing and one thing only in this room at this moment." I told her, "Do you want to continue this? Or do you want me to stop? This is the last time I ask." my words entered the room, and silence reigned.

I couldn't help but wonder what she would answer as I gave her the last out for the both of us at this moment, and I saw Voilet blushing, turning her head.

"My pussy has never been wetter, and I have never been so turned on more than at lunch," Violet confessed, her voice barely audible in the room, "I want you to continue training me, and I am sorry for what I said about Dominatrixes Mistress."

It was quick; it was like I felt something in me happen, and I wasn't even sure what it was. It could have been breaking or lifting or crying, I didn't know, but my expression turned harsh. "Very well, Slut," I said, "I will continue this, and you are my Slave. As you have already started to get in your stupid Masochistic dumb slut head, when I snap my fingers, you do what I tell you. No questions or thoughts of doing otherwise will ever enter your head!" I commanded her and snapped my fingers, pointing at the showers. "Go Clean your skank self up," I told her, and I took a couple of steps and pulled out an enema kit. "And clean your asshole while you are at it. Maybe I will use it; maybe I won't." I told Violet my expression was one of contempt and disgust.

Violet's eyes widened, and I saw her shame, but not one wish to decline, and she took off to the shower to clean herself up and out.

I turned, sat on the bed as I heard the shower turn on, and put my head in my hands. "Angela, What the fuck did you get yourself into?" I asked.

No one answered.