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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 293/ 43: Acting on a Whim
🕑 Added 2024-07-29 10:52:07 +0000 UTCI grabbed one of my last fries, and Crystal looked at me, shocked. She looked down at the annihilated meal I had eaten and looked at me. "You finished three meals," Crystal commented, and I shrugged.
"Yeah? So?" I replied bluntly, "I was hungry," I told her.
"How are you?" Crystal stopped and then laughed. "Have you ever thought that is where the fat for your breasts comes from, Angela?" Crystal asked.
"No, it has something to do with my hormones. If it keeps up at the current rate, I might have to do breast reduction surgery." Crystal looked at me, shocked, "I work out enough that I don't have back issues from the amount of fat on my chest, but I am at an F cup right now and borderline G cup. I do not want to go beyond the G cup, but I will get a reduction if I do. I don't need massive breasts, and I would hate to get to the H cup. I would actually like D cups or even C cups, personally,"
"But," Crystal pouted, "They are the perfect pillow for me to rest my head at night!" Crystal complained.
"It is what it is," I said with a shrug, "There is only so much that I am willing to have on my body, and I do not want more than that. I might even have to see a doctor about it."
"I can't believe that you are so nonchalant about it!" Crystal complained.
"You like my big tits?" I asked as I finished my fries."
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"Yup! I like them."
"That is a good thing, but I think it is time to text Kylar," I said and pulled out my phone and quickly texted him,
Angela: Kylar, I will be at school soon to pick you up. You will be ready to come over; we have many things for tonight.
Then I pulled up Elana's contact information and quickly typed something similar, except that it just told her she would be measured. Elana was the first to text back.
Elana: Angela, please, let me out for a bit.
I quickly texted back with a grin.
Angela: Nope, it's not happening at this time. I was originally thinking about it, but I decided against it now that you asked. You have no right to ask; you are granted mercy when I choose to do so.
I sent it like that, then I thought of something fun, and before I knew it, I was typing another message.
Angela: There is one way I may allow you some relief, but you won't like it.
Instantly, she sent back another text.
Elana: Okay, what is it?
Angela: You will find out when we are at my girlfriend's house. Be outside the school at the front. If you are not there, you will just remain locked.
With that, I put away my phone, uncaring if she replied, and looked at Crystal. "What?" I asked.
"How much longer to the end of the school day?" Crystal asked.
"Honestly, not long," I said. We had been with Debbie and Grace for a while, and I was expecting Sensei to take longer than we were going to be a bit closer, but if we headed now, we would be waiting maybe twenty to thirty minutes?" I said, a little unsure.
"Then let's take the long way and walk." Crystal smiled. "I am really enjoying today."
"Oh, that does remind me; I have a quick phone call to see if a bitch is available." I pulled out my phone and quickly pulled up Cum dumpster on my phone and gave her a call. Two rings later, I smiled as Becky picked up.
"Mistress, I was in the middle of disciplining my husband," Becky said, sounding a little out of breath.
"Well, that's fine. I'm not expecting you to do anything at this moment. Whatever you are doing, Do one extra and say it is from me."
"Yes, Mistress ~!" Becky exclaimed, and I heard a whistling sound over the phone, "That is from Mistress for being such a disobedient cuck~!" She exclaimed, and a moment later, I heard him squeal, "Done, Mistress, he knows that you disapprove."
"Perfect. Now, I have a more important question," I said, changing the subject: "Are you free to design a basement or house? With a Dungeon, of course?"
"Absolutely~!" Becky said, "Especially for you, Mistress."
"Good. I will text you a number. Please get in contact with them for the budget and various other things. I will be approving all final designs, but frankly, I just want to put my signature on things and like whatever you are picking. After that, it's all you."
"Absolutely Mistress. As soon as I have their number, I will call. Do you mind if I ask who I will be calling?"
"My Financial lawyer, Lucy. Tell her that Angela reached out to you about the interior design."
"Okay," Becky said. I did not care to talk longer, so I hung up and quickly texted Lucy's phone number while Crystal came back with refilled drinks.
"You want to go?"
"Is the water wet?" I replied with a smile, and we both got up and left the booth where we were eating.
Then we walked together. We talked about random shit, and we got into a small argument about toothpaste usage. I, like a normal human being, just squeezed the tube. But Crystal swore on twisting the bottom up to remove the toothpaste. Which was only what insane people did, and I was not going to let that down.
Before we knew it, we tossed our trash out and were at the school bickering, and neither of us was willing to back down. The fact that we both had smiles on our faces as we argued was not a point I failed to overlook either. I was almost sure at this point that Crystal was doing this just so that we had something to argue over, as this was probably the first 'argument' that we ever had, and I was frankly not going to back down.
I did not even notice the bell rang, but as students flooded out of the school, we did not stop. it was not until Kylar showed up that we both turned to him, "Kylar," I said as the little blonde boy showed up looking nervous, "How do you get toothpaste out of the tube?" I asked bluntly, confusing him.
"Um," Kylar looked confused and then blushed. Well, I squeeze the tube at first, but once I have used about half, I roll it up and then cut the end so I ensure that I get it all out when I continue to roll it up."
Both Crystal and I looked at the insane boy in front of us. "Look, I get it. You think my way is weird, but at least not that weird," Crystal said. Kylar looked surprised at Crystal, and I started to laugh. I loved the look on Kylar's face, which showed confusion. Crystal started to laugh with me when I suddenly saw my half-sister show up, and I stopped.
"Let's go!" I announced, kicked off the wall, and started to walk with Crystal's hand still in mine. Kylar quickly followed, and Elana was more reluctant but followed us anyway. The conversation took a bit to start.
We were already halfway there when Crystal turned to Kylar, "So you are going to be a little maid for Angela now?" Crystal asked, "What are you thinking?"
Kylar blushed but smiled, "Angela is Kind, sexy, hot, fit, amazing, and cruel. She is Dominant and amazing; I don't know how she will afford to take care of me while I do everything for her because if I am doing that, I will not be able to pick up a job to help her. Maybe an Only Fans? I don't know; I don't care as I never liked thinking about the future too much; I hate school and so many other things. I don't want to get into the family business, as those things do not interest me," Kylar admitted with a massive blush while Elana looked at him in absolute amazement. "But it is even more fundamental, I think. I remember when I first saw Angela in the locker room pounding his asshole, calling him a Sissy, and my cock has never been harder. I had never been turned on more, and I never knew that I would like it. I went home afterward, and I started to look up porn, but nothing was like Angela. Massive cock, dominant, and well Feminine," Kylar blushed harder, and I looked at him surprised, as I was not used to that word being used on me.
"Feminine?" I asked.
"Your body, even with your dick and muscles, I just could never describe you as masculine. Your arms hide your strength; your breasts are massive. Your cock, although large, just does not feel Masculine to me," Kylar was now so red that his neck was red.
"I actually agree on that," Crystal said, "You have a massive dick, but," Crystal shrugged, "Even if it is man, I usually think of it as a man's dick. But I never, for some reason, thought of your dick as masculine. There is something about it that just makes me think feminine. I never really thought about it, though. Your balls are huge, and your cock, is massive, womb-breaking, man meat, but I can only think of Synonyms for cock, like man meat. I explicitly think of it as a woman's dick, though. Which I cannot understand why I would think that now."
Crystal was frowning, and Elana was now blushing hard with Kylar, and I was surprised. "Wow," I said, feeling happy. I did not realize how much of a compliment that feels like to me." I said, growing more surprised and happy at those thoughts. "I like that, thank you."
"Mistress," Kylar began a new sentence. I do not know how things are going in the future, but I will never stop being both caring and cruel. I think you are amazing as you demonstrate your Cruelty to your enemies and your kindness to your friends."
"I don't need your reminder for that."
"Hey, Kylar," Crystal cut in again, "What do you think about getting yourself marked as Angela's?" Crystal asked.
"Marked?" Kylar asked.
"Yup, if you are going to be Angela's, then why not tattoo it or brand it onto your skin so it is permanent?" Crystal said, "Angela has her Baby mama tattooed as her Cum Dumpster. What do you think?"
"WHAT!?" Elana suddenly shouted, "You have a kid?!"
"Nope," I replied bluntly, and Crystal giggled. Elana looked taken aback, so I turned her while we were just around the corner from Crystal's house. "I impregnated a woman not long back. She has not had my kid yet." I turned away from Elana, "Did you not know why we had a big fight?" I asked, "Why am I homeless at this moment technically?"
"N- No," Elana blushed, looking away, and I rolled my eyes.
"Ah, so you did not hear about it," I said and shrugged, "Well, I don't really care to reiterate what happened. Let's just say I no longer live in that fucking house. I am buying my own, and my dad can go fuck himself." I sneered, feeling the familiar anger toward my father.
Elana looked surprised, and I turned away, "Don't talk about that fucker around me. Until he comes to me on his knees, I don't give a flying fuck."
Silence reigned as we arrived at the gate of Crystal's house. I looked at her, and she opened it up, and we headed inside. Elana looked surprised, but this was not Kylar's first time here, and I turned to Crystal. "What do you need to measure and create a cock cage and chastity belt for this bitch."
"I have the tools in my workshop. I will be back," Crystal informed me, then headed out without another word, and I turned to Elana and Kylar.
"So, Kylar, we need to deal with Elana before we do anything else. The bitch likes to masturbate to me and needs to be locked up."
"Why are you telling him?!" Elana said, frightened.
"Because you masturbate to your half-sister wanting to do some Step bro shit or something. I need to lock you up and control you so that you don't hurt yourself."
"How would I hurt myself?!" Elana exclaimed, and I looked at her with indifference,
"I don't know, I don't care," I said, exasperated.
"You, You," Elana stuttered, and tears started to pool in her eyes, "WHY DO YOU HATE ME!" I looked at her stunned, "I- My- My mom died; I am suddenly hit with a dad that I never met till just a few weeks ago. I found out that I have one of the hottest women I have ever seen in my life as a sister! I don't know what to call your mother if I am being honest. But she is nice to me!" Elana was full out crying now, "And, And, And, I AM STRESSED; I have a new school, no job, and no money! What do you want from me not to hate me!"
The sudden eruption of emotions from her was not something I was expecting, and I looked at her, stunned. But her words also hit me, and I felt a sharp pang of guilt followed by quick anger. "I don't fucking hate you, Elana," I snapped back, "I am indifferent. You are a half-sister I have never met before recently, and you suddenly came into my life from nowhere. You want to know something fucked up that I got to see through from you showing up in my life?" I asked, anger fueling me now, "My dad is caring for someone in my household. You know how many times in the past I wanted to do stuff with my dad?" I asked, my voice raising, "How many fucking times have I wished that he would wake up with me and join me for breakfast?" I found myself getting angrier, "You want to know when I first saw him do that and caring for his offspring like a father?" I sneered, "When you showed up. But, it was not toward me; it was toward you. Never me, only you."
Elana was now looking at me, shocked, and I sneered, "So you think I hate you?" I shouted at her, "I don't fucking hate you; I barely even think about your existence! I have shit going on in my life! I am HOMELESS YOU STUPID BITCH!" I snapped at her, "But, you know, I should stop and worry about Elana and how stressed she is. Because that matters more than the fact someone assaulted me recently, I have a job, girlfriend, lovers, school, financial obligations, sports, A FUCKING KID, and so fucking much else that I probably missed things. But you know, My mom has contacted me twice since I fucking walked out of the house. My dad still fucking hasn't checked in once with me. But you know, Elana, I need to worry about you. I need to hate you for god knows what reason!"
At this point, Elana and I were face to face, and Elana looked at me, shocked. "W—What?" she said stupidly.
"What?" I asked, "Did not know other fucking people have worries?" I exclaimed, "I don't know; maybe Kylar is free of worries, Kylar?" I asked, turning to Kylar, and he looked taken aback to be brought into the conversation suddenly.
"Um, I am worried about school and my dad's reaction to things. I have a project to do with a girl I don't like this weekend," Kylar responded.
"AND THERE WE HAVE IT!" I exclaimed, circling around for some reason I did not know, and I stopped turning to Elana, who was looking at me confused. "Other people have worries, Elana. You are not the fucking main character of the fucking universe. The fucking world does not orbit around your worries, and others have fucking things to worry about. Should I be maybe more sympathetic?" I shrugged, "Yeah, I probably can be, but I fucking don't think about it because I have other SHIT GOING ON, YOU STUPID BITCH!"
"You know I don't mean it like that," Elana pouted.
"No, I don't, Elana. We apparently are related, but you fucking know nothing about me. We don't talk, we don't hang out. We don't have similar friends, and now we don't even fucking live in the same house. How the fuck am I supposed to know?" I shook my head, "Yeah, I have not been nice to you, but let's see why that might be so. Let's see, I learned my Dad cheated on my mom and made you with an unknown woman who was your mother. Then let's see, I found you entering my room without permission, using my computer with important information on it without permission, and then I found you MASTURBATING IN MY BED! Maybe those might be the reasons that I am not treating you nicely. I asked you to stop some of those things, and then you continued stomping on my boundaries."
Elana looked shocked at me, and she looked down, "I'm sorry."
I was shocked when she said something I did not expect. Crystal walked into the room with a wry smile. "What?" I asked.
"I SAID I'M SORRY!" Elana shouted, "I DID NOT THINK THAT YOU MIGHT BE GOING THROUGH THINGS TOO AND JUST THOUGHT ABOUT MYSELF!"
I sneered but stopped, "Fuck it, Whatever," I said, turning to Crystal, "Let's go downstairs; I need to relax, and a bath sounds amazing." I said; my anger made me feel annoyed as it was not directed toward her.
"You know, I was just outside the room; I heard almost all of it," Crystal said. I chuckled and looked at Kylar and Elana, who were walking behind us.
"I'm not stupid; of course I know." I chuckled. I may resent my father at this moment, but that doesn't mean I don't know when some wait so they don't interrupt."
I opened the door to the basement, headed down, and sighed loudly again as we reached the door. I did not care to talk right away, and then I quickly moved to the bathroom. I took off my sports bra, and Crystal started to fill the tub. It quickly started to fill and steam up the room. " I'm so glad I got the quick fill feature. I emptied it from earlier, not expecting to bathe again so soon," Crystal commented.
"W- what happened earlier?" Elana asked.
"We fucked two women together. Oddly romantic but not the type of thing for me," Crystal said as she started to strip and Kylar was blushing. "Kylar, you are joining us," Crystal added.
"A- Are you sure?" Kylar asked.
"Of course, anyone who does not want you here can leave," I said without restraint and finished.
It was Elana who blushed, and Elana started to strip, with Kylar blushing as he did so too. Crystal and I got to see Elana's much more modest body, and she blushed under my gaze, but her eyes were rapidly looking me over, and Kylar gasped, "You also have a dick? Research told me that is basically impossible. The chances of two intersex people in the same family is like being struck by lightning and the same spot like a thousand times!"
"Well, she is," I said with a shrug, and both Kylar and Elana looked at the other cock cage. Elana's was phone-controlled, while Kylar's was controlled by a key and a little lock, which I had in my bag so I would not lose it. I got into the tub that was still filling with water and turned to them, and Crystal got in with me and smiled, "Come in," I said. I wrapped my arm around Crystal as Elana got in, and I patted beside me for Kylar, and he got in to my left with Crystal on my right, and I wrapped my arm around both their shoulders, and I leaned back and sighed.
"Um, What are we doing?" Elana asked.
"Relaxing. Frankly, this conversation probably does not need witnesses but fuck it. Elana, I am sorry as well," I said, and Elana looked shocked, "I do not mean the cock cage. You fucking had that coming, and I am not backing down on that. I mean about your treatment of me. I have not been friendly, but it is not your fault for being born. I honestly, and I am serious, am honestly mad at my dad, not you. You are doing the best you can," I said, looking up at the ceiling and feeling the hot water start to encase us in its hot depths, relaxing my body even more. The muscle pain was starting to become more and more of a distant memory.
I looked at Elana again, "You are something to me, but you don't know me, and I don't know you. I do not know what to do about that, but frankly, I would be intrigued to be with you sexually if you were not my Half-sister. I was in health class, and there are actual consequences to having relations with people who are closely related to you. I am not saying this to be a dick. But your masturbating to me means that you are interested. So that means I cannot unlearn this. You want to be dominated?" I started to laugh, and Elana looked at me with a mixture of confusion and other emotions I did not know. "Well, do you want to be dominated by me?" I asked bluntly.
Elana blushed harder than ever. Kylar looked at me startled, and Elana nodded, not willing to say anything.
I saw her nod, and something in me felt like it sighed—or broke. I did not know what it was, but Elana liked me for some reason. She did say some reasons, but something told me, and the way she looked at me spoke so much volumes. Elana did not see me as what we were supposed to be. She was lost in some sauce and was desperate for me to dominate her. She was hopeless, and something told me that she would not stop.
Did that mean that I should do what I was about to do?
Should I?
No, I shouldn't.
Of course, I shouldn't.
I knew that I should not do it, but before I knew it, my mouth opened, "So you do?" I asked. Elana nodded, and I sighed. "I will not fuck you, Elana," I told her bluntly, and she looked surprised again. "But that does not mean that I am not going to do anything to you. You want to be my bitch? Fine. I will control you. I will dominate you; I will do what I want with you, which means my cock, will never enter your pussy, no matter how turned on I am. But that means I will be your key holder. You will not have access to your cock and pussy. That is right; I am going to take away your ability to masturbate completely with anything but your ass."
Elana blushed harder than ever, and Crystal looked at me, surprised.
"Isn't this going a bit far?" Crystal asked, "You know, I have masturbated to things like this, but you know, this usually stays fantasy?"
I shrugged, "What do you want me to do? She clearly is attracted to me and wants the unspeakable. I am not going to fuck her; I am just going to dominate her. What do you think?"
Crystal started to chuckle, "Fuck it," Crystal said and grabbed my head suddenly and forced a kiss. I deepened the kiss, and Crystal broke it a moment later. "You are one of the best but most fucked up people I know. Your whims get me so fucking turned on all the time. I can tell this is just a random whim that suddenly urged you to." Crystal chuckled even more charmingly, "Do what you want. I want to see what you do to her."
"Now that I have my girlfriend's permission," I said, chuckling. I turned to Elana, "Now, I am going to be serious; you are going to confess what you want. I don't care how embarrassing it is, but you are going to sit in this tub. You are going to shut the fuck up and think. Like, I am not fucking doing right now doing this. And you are going to fucking confess everything you want me to do to you. I will do what I fucking want, but you need to confess EVERYTHING LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE."
Elana looked at me with happiness and surprised glee that told me that she was fucked in the head. I could not help but sigh from my lips. "If you talk now," I suddenly added, "I am backing out. You will have your time to confess like the stupid masochist that you are later," I finished, and I sighed.
"FUCK!" I snapped out, "Why the fuck do I keep taking on more shit!" I exclaimed, and Crystal chuckled.
"You are amazingly hot, and people are naturally attracted to you?" Crystal replied, and I turned my gaze to glare at her.
"Because you're so dominant that I have the urge to submit to you?" Kylar added in.
I turned my glare to him, and I sighed.
"FUCK!" I cursed, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
Why the hell do I keep adding more shit to my troubles?
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Madjic
Wow, so I guess people actually enjoyed this chapter. I was on the fence if I should even post this one if I am being honest. I think I might be a little tired and might need to take a break.
