Life of a Dominant Futanari Alternative Chapter 13: Confrontation

I took another glass of water from the bartender and drank it quickly, still feeling the anger rolling through me. I stood up quickly and went swimming trying not to think about my last interaction. I decided I needed to stop listening to everyone and relax in the pool. I hate to say it, but I was fuming, and I held a grudge as my mother did. I sighed and swam for a bit longer before pulling back up to the bar and grabbing some more water despite being submerged in it.

I was still furious about that asshole, but as I took a mouthful of water, I tried to brush it off. I had a client tonight, and I was going to enjoy it. I would make sure that I enjoyed it, and I went back into the pool and laid back, letting myself float while thinking about what Samantha said about this client.

She was an Asian woman that would be here for a couple of days afterward, and I could play with her later if I wanted to. I would have to come out strong with her because she was a switch. I needed to come in and be strong and control her. I thought about the outfits I had in store. I would need a lot of condoms since I wouldn't mind blowing off some steam if I felt this woman deserved it. I would make her earn it, though, as I didn't want to just sell myself. I could go to a street corner if I just wanted pussy and ass. Unlike what I did with Sophia, I would degrade her and make her earn it.

I didn't regret what I did to Sophia, but I felt like I hadn't made her earn it. I wanted to have fun with it and blow a little steam on her body. I thought about what I should do, and I started to plan with thoughts on what I had in the room to use on her. I already decided that I would use the nice-looking crop top and skirt that came in the packages. It was a black crop top and a black skirt that was a little tight. There was a set of black underwear that was lacy. Samantha sent so much that I even had matching bras and stockings. It would be a matched set, and it would give me a more dominant look. The only problem was that I didn't have matching shoes. I also didn't remember seeing anything that worked inside the gift shop here at the resort. That sucked, but it wasn't necessary. It gave me the confidence to contemplate as I lay back in the water, floating away.

My eyes were hooded as I lay in the water, and I didn't know how long I was floating before I saw my eyes flutter with a shadow above me as I felt concrete lightly brushing my head and I let my eyes open to see two big breasts under a red bikini with Violet looking down at me her expression one that told me that she wanted to talk now and not in an hour. I sighed and got to my feet and turned around.

"Lunch, Now," Violet commanded, and I felt something in me twitch at the command, but still, I got up and out of the pool heading over to my flip-flops while walking behind her. Soon we arrived at a restaurant different from last time, and my mother walked up to the black man standing at a podium wearing a light suit and a large white smile.

"Hello, Ladies," He said, "How can I help you?"

"Private room, Booking, Brown," Violet replied tartly, and the man looked down at the podium then smiled, "Ah, here for the reservation made earlier today. Come with me, ladies," He finished and guided us deeper into the restaurant. Inside was much fancier, but it seemed now that men and women dressed lightly for the summer heat were sitting and enjoying each other in couples. Soon we were at the back and entering a small room.

In the room were a small circle and a more intimate feeling with an Ipad on one side of the table. "You can order on the tablet and choose the language that you wish to speak in. Press order, and someone will be here as soon as possible to serve you." The man then stepped to the side, and Violet and I sat down; the atmosphere tense, and the black man smiled brightly, "please, Take your time. This room is well soundproofed," He finished and closed the door, and I turned to the doors thinking of the guy that was quite intelligent to tell us that.

"So a Dominatrix?" My mother said, "I looked it up," and she continued seriously. "You are a whore that just is in a superior position than your clients, Angela!" My mother suddenly shouted in my face much to my surprise, and I felt my anger ignite.

"I AM NOT A WHORE!" I yelled back, "I CHOOSE WHEN I FUCK MY CLIENTS, AND I DO NOT EVEN HAVE TO LET THEM TOUCH ME!" I sat back and tried to calm myself down my mother glared at me, and I scoffed, "You know what, Violet," I said, an expression of disdain crossing my face. "I have heard you many times with dad over these years. I have heard those fake moans and dad's shit grunts since my room has a vent to the damn room I sleep in; I could hear you every time. I have heard you get excited whenever he treats you poorly, and I have heard you-"

"Shut up, Angela," Violet said.

I scoffed and leaned forward, "You want to talk? Fine, I will not yell at you, you wannabe Masochist," I said, my words slow and deliberate, "I will not be silenced this time either. I am going to tell you exactly what I think is wrong between you and dad, Violet," I took a breath, and my mother was glaring at her death gaze, and I could feel that this conversation would only have three endings in total. Either I won my way in which I had no idea what would happen. I would die from Violet's anger, or my mother would ignore me. At this point, I didn't care as I doubled down. "I am just as stubborn as you, Violet. You and dad are shitty communicators, and both of you ever want to work on that. You both left me out to dry with sports when it was everything I wanted in this world. But that is not even the worst part. I can understand somewhat why dad wanted to be with another woman." I told her, and I saw the hurt as I took the first large shot, I saw her open her mouth, and I literally put my hand in her face silencing her.

"You have already pissed me off, Violet," I said her name like a curse, "It is my time to talk, and you can shut the fuck up and listen, bitch." I told her before continuing, "I know dad hurt you and that you are hurting because of it. I also can understand his side because even your daughter in the fucking basement can tell that most of those orgasms you scream out during sex are fake. Even I can tell that you want more and that I truly believe that you are a masochistic bitch. Not this dominant woman you are showing me right now," I told her, looking her up and down, my expression one of contempt. "I bet what happened was that you were more submissive to dad when you and he were younger. Dad probably thrived on it, and with your art career, you could take care of the house, and he got his little submissive wife at home all the time depending on him. Then you got pregnant and hormonal, and knowing me, when I get hormonal and probably got it from you." I said, and I could see the blush of shame on her face as my words struck the truth. "You probably got more and more dominant, pissing him off and turning him off. He went to go find whomever that little Asian woman was and probably kept paying her to keep quiet when she had Elana." Violet's expression turned to one of hurt and shame as I continued, "That is my theory, and I hate him myself if I am being honest for doing that to you, Violet," I told my mother honestly. "But you also know what?" I asked, pausing for Violet to chime in, "I am not sure if I could completely blame him as I know what it is like to have a cock. My sex drive is insane, and I am lucky to have Crystal, who probably is missing me right now."

My mother went to open her mouth, and when nothing came out, she blushed in shame, and tears started to roll down her cheeks. "How-" Violet paused, and more tears started to well up. "How did this leave the fact that you are a dominatrix?" She asked, and I scoffed again without thought.

"Because you are a masochistic bitch that wishes she had a Dom, and you are only calling me a whore because you are, in fact, jealous that others can feel what you have never felt before!" I announced to her, and Violet looked up at me in surprise at my words. Her mouth opened to refute, and I could see it in her eyes that, with all her being that she wanted to refute my words. That she wanted to say that I was wrong, and I continued, "When I was fucking that bellboy and treating him like crap, I saw the looks on your face. I saw what brought you closer to orgasm, and it wasn't him licking you. It was me cumming in his little sissy ass. Every moment was you watching me dominate him that got you off in the end." I told her, my voice harsh and unforgiving. "I am not a whore." I told her once again, "I am a Dominatrix, and my 'clients," I said using quote fingers as I said clients, "Are my bitches, Whores, Sluts, and sissy fucking faggots that get on their hands and knees and BEG ME FOR MY COCK AND MY ATTENTION!" I finished and hadn't realized I was an inch from her face leaning over the table, and I sat back after a couple of moments.

Violet looked at me, and I could see her shocked, perplexed mind as she processed those words, and finally, she nodded meekly. "I'm sorry," Violet said, "C-C-C-" Violet began to stutter, and I leaned back and waited because I could see her struggling with the next words. "Can you dominate me?" Violet asked, and I froze.

My mind blanked, and I stared at Violet for several seconds and felt like I needed water to spit out or something. My mind refused to work, and I could see Violet sitting there, almost twitching with teary eyes before she continued, "You called me a masochist bitch and a submissive woman. That," Violet paused, and I could see her blush harder, "You were right about me and that I used to let your father do more to me. Let him treat me worse, and I liked it, but I quickly grew bored and wanted more. When I asked, he wasn't comfortable, and it got me bored of our sex, and I want to feel it, M-M-" Violet stuttered on the next words hard, and I was still just staring at her, "Mistress. I want to see what it is like being a masochist and see if that is what I need in my life. I am so pent up and frustrated, and I don't know what to do. I also want to do something crazy," Violet's voice trailed off, and I was dumbstruck as I barely heard the last sentence.

What you can do is find another person to make you the bottom bitch you are because I am your fucking daughter, is what I wanted to say, but the words didn't leave my mouth, and I could see Violet struggling in the silence, and I couldn't help but laugh. I couldn't help it as I started to laugh, and I felt the palm of my hand slap my face lightly. I started to laugh uncontrollably in a way that almost made me sound deranged. I was so angry and confused at this point that when I finally looked down and turned to Violet, I couldn't help but say the next words.

Disdain started to overpower me, and I looked at the masochistic perverted bitch that just asked her daughter to be her Mistress, "You are a fucking perverted little Masochistic bitch aren't you?" I asked, "Asking your daughter to dominate you like the Masochistic bitch you are. Fine, Starting now, You and I are not mother and daughter. You are my Masochistic bitch slave for this week. You will learn what it is like to serve your Mistress and that you are not the center of the universe. Back home, this will no longer happen, but fuck it, we are in another country, and we will never speak of this week ever again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" I asked.

Violet nodded and began to reply, "I-"

I stood, cut her off, walked around the tiny table, and grabbed Violet by the hair. I roughly pulled her out of the chair, and she fell to the ground with a little cry of surprise. "You obviously don't, Bitch," I told her as I pushed her head to the floor. "I don't know yet what your masochistic tendencies are bitch. But you will say your understanding from the proper position. On the floor like your new position entails!" I told her harshly, unknowing why my cock was throbbing as I continued, "Now, Do you understand your new position?" I asked her with contempt in my voice, and I let go of her head and stood tall with my back straight, looking down at Violet half on her side with her head still pressed against the floor in her red bikini that slipped a bit to the side.

Moments passed, and I knew there were moments when Violet thought of backing out as I stared down at her. I hoped that at this moment, she backed out and this conversation would never come up again. Crazy was happening in this small private room, and the bellboy wasn't even close to whatever the fuck this shit was. "I understand, Mistress," I heard my mother say, keeping her head on the floor. The words washed over me, and I felt the urge to spit but held back.

"Good," I told her, my foot pushed forward under her nose, "Kiss my feet, and then we can order something together for your first meal as my slave."

Moments later, I felt lips touch my feet, and an even odder thrill went through me even as I saw my mother's once-dry bikini show a small damp line down the center.

I couldn't help but wonder if I was going insane at this moment and if this was all a fever dream.