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Life of a Dominant Futanari Alternative Chapter 29: Sinister Beads
🕑 Added 2023-10-23 00:32:07 +0000 UTCMy feet hit the sand, and Violet struggled to keep up behind me as I moved much slower than normal. Her jogging with a bright, blushing face was something to be seen and enjoyed. I knew she was struggling right now, even after I put off half her punishment because she chose something a little too harsh. But I was looking forward so much to inserting the second half of her struggle today.
For now, her body was in a White sports bra and yoga pants with a nice little surprise pushing against her clit. Her legs trembled from this morning's run, and I didn't make her do even half my run as she dripped with sweat all over. It was a light run and almost a walk for me, but I could not take her too far in her current condition.
"C- Can we go back?" Violet asked, her voice shaky, and I smiled at her.
"Sure, You can go back," I said, letting her go, "I want to finish a bit of my run at my speed when you get back in the room. Clean yourself up and prepare to go for breakfast. I will continue with your punishment's second half when we return. Prepare yourself," I ordered her, and Violet nodded.
We were back on our beach from the run, and I could tell she could not take it any longer. She probably would piss herself if we waited out any longer too. I never allowed her that morning bathroom break either before we came out for a run. Her body shook, and her legs were sore from my abuse last night and this morning.
I was being merciful, letting her smile as Violet looked at me with relief, "Thank you, Mistress," She said with heartfelt relief. She turned to walk away, and I watched her go without saying anything and chuckling as she did so. She didn't know what was going to hit her when we got back, and I wanted to enjoy some more fun disciplining her.
She asked for it, and I now absolutely refused to think about any consequences of my actions. I simply could not do so and not go a little crazy. Instead, I turned back to the beach, and I started to run and let my mind relax. There was nothing but the sand, my feet hitting the sand, and I needed to take the soft ground into account. I loved the sand under my feet and how malleable it was. It tried to make me slide and trip up, and it was harder to run on than concrete, but I loved the challenge.
Running into full-out sprints was amazing, and I loved it. I saw a woman start jogging, looking at me and a couple of men as I ran around, letting my body relax. Without realizing it, I was stressed as hell on this trip. I knew it and was trying to stay away from thinking about the reason why I was stressed, but as I ran, my mind finally settled on the damn reason for my stress.
Violet.
Violet was my stressor, and I was fucked in the head for following through with a promise I should never have made. What the fuck was I even thinking about making that offer then. She only caught me being a Dominatrix, not anything illegal. I didn't do anything wrong, but I wanted to throw things in her face in a vain attempt to make her back off. Make her leave me alone and run back her words.
Now I have to deal with literally training her and her body.
How the fuck did this happen?
To make matters even worse, it was my fault for proposing it!
How could I know that she would take it up?
How could I know that she was this desperate for love and attention?
My mind blanked, and my feet started to run on the sand even harder as I turned to run back the other way. The Morning heat on my skin licking at me. I was blanked out running as I tried to run past my stress. The stress of training a woman that I should never train. To put her in place despite the fact that I had already more than started. Who was in our room getting ready right now, excited for me to come back and do more evil and cruel things to her?
FUCK!
My body started to sweat in the heat, and my legs were starting to get sore from my lack of taking breaks in the middle of my sprints. I slowed down, and I couldn't help but look out into the ocean and see the tide heading out. The waves hit the shore, filling my ears with the calm, soothing waves threatening to calm those in the throes of anger.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK~~!" My voice cursed out at the top of my lungs. My anger at myself for bringing myself here to this point in time. It was my own doing, and although Violet had a major role to play, I was the driving force. I refused to back down, but Violet started the begging. I hated myself a little inside for going this far, but I had already passed the point of no return, right?
This would end on Sunday.
On Monday, I would go to my girlfriend's house, and I could stay there and enjoy her embrace. Fuck the living daylights out of her and go to school and do the same to Sarah, Tracy, and Alex. I would do that and enjoy it and forget about this week. I would forget about it and refuse to tell anyone what happened between Violet and me.
"You seem stressed," I heard a soft voice startling me. I turned, looking surprised at a woman standing there wearing sportswear like myself. She wore a blue sports bra and blue yoga pants that ended halfway down her shins. She looked at me with a soft smile, and I looked her up and down for a moment before I shook my head. "Oh, you are saying you are not stressed? Then what were those curses out at the ocean for?" Her inquisitive voice pointed out the obvious.
"I am stressed," I told her, not caring, "I made a mistake. Need to move forward and complete what I started, though," I told her, "Still, my mind is having a hard time grappling with what I am doing." I told this random woman.
"Then just put your utmost effort into it and do it to the best of your ability. Regrets or not, you will feel better that at the end you will have done an amazing job in the end," The woman said, standing beside me as I looked out into the rolling waves. "Better to do a job that you even regret to the best of your ability than to leave it half done. At least you know at the end of the day, you did the best that you could and did an amazing job. Then, regret not doing your best despite not being able to do so. I am unsure why you are so torn about this, but I think doing your best to your best ability is always the best choice," The lady said.
Looking at her, I knew she was trying her best to help a young woman yelling out into the ocean. She didn't really truly understand what she was telling me to do. I never gave her the true context. What I was doing was not something I could fill this random woman in on even as she tried. Her advice wasn't bad advice, though, and if I was going to do this and I didn't see a way out without breaking promises that I walked into with open eyes, then I should do my best.
Keeping myself firm on it was what was going to be the hardest part. I continued to look at Violet in a way that was detrimental to me, continuing what I was doing to her. It was hard to keep myself from looking at her in the way I had been taught to for the past eighteen years. She was now my slave and woman now, and eighteen years she had not been, and in two days, she wouldn't be in that position anymore.
I turned to the woman and smiled sadly, "Thank you, I will take your advice. It was something I meant to do anyways; I am just feeling the stress of it even on vacation," I said, ending the conversation.
Seeing the curiosity in her eyes, I turned and started to jog down the beach to enforce the end of the conversation. The woman I barely paid attention to seemed to know I didn't want to talk about it and allowed me to leave without much more. I liked that, and I tried without merit for another little bit to zone out into running on the beach.
The heat of the morning Dominican sun started to rise, and the temperature started to hit me. And my legs were starting to get tight with the exhaustion on the soft, slippery ground. I turned and headed back with a lack of what I wanted from the run, but nonetheless, I planned what I was going to do to the woman waiting for me. She would receive exactly what she wanted from me, and I would make this a week that she would never forget, and I would attempt to for the rest of my life.
I ensured my results, though, and that was my determination.
What I was going to do was wrong in so many ways.
But I would do it.
Without even realizing it, I was already back at the hotel room door without a thing in my mind, and a sigh of stress escaped my lips. I would never tell Crystal about what I was going to do for the rest of this week. But I had ideas on what I was about to do. I grabbed my card and scanned into the room as my spine straightened while sweat dripped from my brow onto my sportswear.
Opening the door, the sight I expected and demanded before we went for a run was in front of me. Violet, on her hands, kneeled over with her face against the tile with her ass in the air, slightly wagging and with a thong holding the toy from earlier inside her pussy. It vibrated lightly inside the room, just enough to tease the wanting older woman in front of me with no chance of getting any relief from it.
It accompanied her on the run, and I knew it would be too much for her while she ran. She was tired and sweaty with a swollen pussy from a night of abuse, feeling sensitive from our activities. Her pussy was meant to be abused now for my pleasure, and I didn't want a moment where something wasn't inside it till we took off in the plane.
I looked down at the lonely MILF begging for my attention with her ass in the air while the door was still open. Her breasts pressed against the ground, and her little cherry nipples were hard and poking out to the right side that I could see. It was an amazing sight that I knew that my father would love to see.
He would never be able to because he was such a fucking little Cuck that would seek outside his marriage instead of demanding his wanting Masochistic wife.
Something at this moment snapped in me, and it was like a click.
Something replaced my feelings for my mother and Father in a way that never changed up to this moment.
My feelings I could feel turned to contempt.
My contempt for the woman before me begging for her Angela to become her Mistress, Her Dominatrix. Contempt that she was willing to prostrate and humiliate herself for momentary pleasure from one of the few people in the world with whom she should never have done so. I looked upon this needy Masochist bitch and realized that I no longer had the respect of a human for her, which was still more than I felt for my father.
Look at this intelligent, Creative woman at my feet, begging for scraps and reaching this point. She reached this point due to his lack of communication and ability to simply ask the woman he promised to love and protect for the decades to come. She reached this point purely because of his own incompetence in addressing this woman's needs. They grew and grew, and I knew my mother's needs for years without even being in the room.
She was a Masochist through and through, and she needed a steady, sadistic hand in training her. He failed in that despite the fact that I knew he had that hand in him. I knew that my father delighted in attempting to hit a person's pain point the most, but when it came to his own woman, he was blind. A disgusting man looked outside and caused even more distress, even though I knew my mother would love it if I took another woman in front of her. No, the main reason why she is like this is completely because of him and his lack of control. My contempt and disgust were something that seemed to burn into my soul as I looked down at this woman and closed the door behind me. MY foot almost moved by itself, and my dirty sand-covered shoe stepped on Violet's head.
"W- Welcome back, Mistress, I- I - I did what you told me to do and prepared the bed for tonight and prepared the second toy I chose this morning on the bed for insertion," Violet cried out as I pressed my food into her hair without a reason not to. I rubbed my foot into her hair, dusting it off the sand as I looked down at her. "I- I await your Orders, Mistress," Violet stuttered out.
I didn't know how she felt at this moment, but my pure contempt stopped me from caring, and I stepped off of her finally before taking off my shoes. "Clean yourself up slut," I said, my voice showing no signs of the fact I was the one to mess it up, "You look filthy with all that sand in your hair. Later we will pick a place to go to for tomorrow so I can show the city what a slut you are. Prepare yourself," I finished as I stepped past her shameful, once again dirty body.
"Y- Yes, Mistress," Violet acknowledged and headed into the bathroom, where I would soon be joining her just to water the sand and sweat off my body.
I walked deeper into the room toward the suitcase Samantha sent me and looked over the outfits I had to choose from. One of which was something nice and loose for the summer heat. I was surprised to see it in here for more dominant clothing, but I liked the look of it. They were just very loose pants that flowed down to my ankles. It would actually also completely cover the entirety of my massive Futanari cock while flaccid without needing panties in the least. I could just let it hand while going commando for once. In this heat, it sounded nice to have a bit of a breeze below, so while I heard Violet quickly showering and getting ready for breakfast, I picked out those pants and grabbed a simple white tank top that would show off my abs. I knew I would look good showing off my muscles, so I picked out this simple outfit, and I knew it would be casual.
It wasn't like I needed to look dominant in order to be dominant. It was a mindset, not a look.
I stretched my muscles and thought about what I was going to continue to do to the masochist slut that was at work cleaning the dirty sand out of her water when I heard the shower turn off. I began to strip and let my hair out of a ponytail, letting it fall past my ass. My cock was soon quickly freed from my panties, and I felt free for the moment as I finished stripping just as Violet stepped out of the bathroom.
"I- I am finished, Mistress," Violet said, still stuttering over her words since I had taken control of the relationship.
I looked over the woman before me. Her sharp, no-nonsense features resembled my own so much with that desire to be owned in them. I was sure I would inherit her beautiful, mature body one day as I grew to be her age. Her breasts, naked to my vision, were free of wrinkles despite her age, and those nipples were hard as a rock as she thought about what I was going to do to her next. Her body trembled as my gaze moved down her Double D cup breasts, and her flat stomach only had the smallest of chub and baby fat. Her hips were wide enough to give birth to more children, which she chose to never do again. Her ass had that perfect cushion to take the strikes from my hands and hips as I plunged my massive Futanari Cock into her. Her body was mine as a thong kept a toy buzzing away inside her lightly.
The massive wet spot in those panties could have been from before or after the shower, but it didn't matter to me. She was presenting herself to her mistress with her hands resting lightly before her around her stomach, resting one over the other with her arms seemingly emphasizing her breasts with how she stood. Her body was beautiful, and my contempt for her was immeasurable as we had reached this point.
My look of contempt was obvious as I looked her over once more, and I could see and feel the excitement that she had as I looked at her like this. "Present the second half of your punishment to your mistress, Slave." My voice finally replied after looking her over multiple times.
"Y- Yes, Mistress," Violet replied with barely constrained excitement.
Violet reached over to the bed which, atop of resting upon a white hand towel, grabbed from the bathroom and remained unused, laid a long string of anal beads for the more Masochistic of women. I had to admit I wasn't sure where Samantha found it, but I was interested in buying one for Crystal when I got back. It was a long string that was at least a foot and a half long with small and large beads with different shapes along the length. One ball every inch of the way with the exception of where it would pressed against the sphincter. There was a protrusion to plug the ass and tease the sphincter, keeping it plugged as the rest moved deep inside. A total of sixteen balls with a plug at the end. I was surprised when the contemptuous woman chose such an object as I wasn't sure how she would like it.
But now it was her punishment, and I smiled as she handed it to me with a massive blush, both hands holding out the long string of anal beads that looked intimidating even to my eye. I looked it over, picked up the lube on the hand towel, and looked at Violet, contempt dripping from my gaze. "So why did you choose this one Slut?" I asked.
Violet blushed deeply and turned her head, and my hand reached out and made her turn back to look at me. Her ears were even turning red as I looked her in the eye, and I could tell she wanted to escape from me. Violet didn't try to flee from my gaze again, though. Instead, she opened her mouth and closed it before finally getting the courage to speak up. "I- I bought some before for back home. I- I have tried to add them to my bedroom life before and used them to entice. B- But," Violet's words fell off, and now I saw the blush of shame not from excitement but from rejection of the man she loved. The one she went to originally for all this play and was supposed to be the one in my current position.
My contempt toward the man grew as he even rejected such an enticing offer from his wife. It showed me and told me more and more about how contemptuous of a man he was and still is. I shook my head lightly, not at her but at the man thousands of miles away right now, thinking nothing of the trip we were on. What did he half to fear, right?
I pointed to the bed, and my words came out less contemptuous than before, "Face down, ass up, Bitch," My order rang out.
"Yes, Mistress," Violet said, her excitement growing as she stuffed her face into the sheets. Her ass laid bare to me, and I smiled, looking her over. Her perfect heart-shaped ass was in sight, and her black thong came out off her ass crack, holding the toy inside her dripping cunt. "MMM," I heard Violet moan as my hand stroked her ass slowly. I reached for the thong and slowly brought it up, tightening it against her pussy before pushing it aside to expose the lightly used asshole underneath.
"Use your whore hands to spread those ass cheeks, Slut," I barked out another order, and her hands reached back and spread her ass cheeks as hard as she could. Her little slit turned a little horizontal from the forceful spreading of her asshole, but damn, it looked good. A small but noticeable want to lick her ass entered my mind, but I shrugged it off as I instead started to lube the intimidating anal beads in my hand. My hand then caressed her thighs, forcing her to step them wider for my hand, and with my other hand, I took the lubed-up bead and began the insertion process. The first bead was the tamest bead, being simply an Inch thick in diameter, and I brought it to her twitching little asshole before pushing it inside, making her moan.
The Second bead was a half-inch that widened to a full inch, making it easier to plug in than the first one, which I pushed in quickly after the first. The third bead was sinister, though. It was a little ball at the center, no more than half an inch in diameter. The soft little blunted spikes protruded out from it, making the total diameter an inch altogether. The moan the third bead got as the sinister edges pushed into her little asshole scaping the insides of her bowels, made the slut before me tremble. I didn't pay it much mind as I watched her hands start to slip from her ass cheeks as she maintained spreading them for her Mistress. I grabbed the fourth bead, and the line of beads slowly pushed deeper in as the fourth bead meant it was more than four inches deep inside her. The fourth bead was much like the second bead, whereas this one started with an inch in diameter and then turned into an Inch and a half, starting the widening of the beads. Pushing the fourth in, I proceeded to do the same as I heard the needy bitch moan as the Fifth simple round inch-and-a-half bead pushed into her bowels. Then came the sixth, and I used a little bit more lube to ensure that the mean-looking half-inch bead at the base with inch spikes that were dull at the top pushed in, making the bitch squeal a little.
"AH! Mistress~!" Her little Squeal came out, and I pushed it deeper without caring about her reaction. I brought the seventh, which reflected the interesting thing about these beads. This one was another spiked with only half an inch of spikes with a half-inch base that was dripping with lube. I pushed it in, and Violet cried out, "It- ITS SCAPING ME INSIDE~!" her voice was a lovely moan, and I pushed on the ward with the next bead being an inch thick, turning into an inch and a half thick at the end. The ninth bead was another sinister bead meant to torment the Masochist with an inch-thick base with half-inch spikes. With each bead now, she cried out as the one inside her pushed deeper and scraped the inside of her ass with soft-edged latex anal beads, and her cries were music to my ears. The tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth were variations of those before, with a sinister anal bead at the twelfth. The fourteenth bead was a sinister bead with an inch-thick base and thick round bumps that were an inch long with thick rounded tips, which made her cry out, "MISTRESSSH~!" as I pushed it past her sphincter and then I pushed the beads in an inch and a half in before I shoved the anal plug at the end home locking it in a spot as she shuddered.
Her legs trembled, and her voice was a moan that was meant to make you feel pity, but I did not care. Instead, I pushed her hand off her ass cheeks, closing it from view before putting the thong back in place. Eighteen inches deep inside her, those would scrape with every step. It was not good for a run, but it was more than enough for breakfast. My hand came down hard on her ass with a loud crack of hand against the flesh, "Good slut. Now I am hungry," I said, standing, "Get dressed. Something that makes you look good. I want people to look at you and think about fucking you but never think about the eighteen inches of slut deep inside you," I told her, watching her shudder under my abuse.
I stood and walked to the bathroom naked, "You have till I finish cleaning up," I told her, "Not long, by the way; I plan just to rinse off. So no more than two minutes."
Stepping into the bathroom, my cock was hard from her moans and cries, but I ignored the hard-on. I stepped into the shower and cooled my body off with cold water, and grunted as my cock turned flaccid. I rinsed my body and avoided wetting my hair before stepping out. I quickly dried myself off and walked out to see Violet's legs trembling, but she was standing in a light white dress with a floral pattern that fell to the top of her knees. Her breasts were in a white bra that helped with the dress, as you could see deep cleavage as the dress was cut down to help 'air' the breasts during the heat. It was a lovely sundress that I knew men would love to take off their sweethearts. It showed nothing of the contemptible masochistic slut beneath, and I approved it with a nod.
I stepped past her, grabbed a white bra of my own, and put it on before the tank top and long pants I put out originally. I put on the flip flops and looked at my contemptible slave, "Come on slut, Breakfast."
With the card in hand, she struggled to keep up with her merciless Mistress. I could only wonder how long it would take before she wet her dress with her pussy fluids.
It would make quite the show.
Comments
Madjic
Yeah, a 4 year old throwing a temper tantrum for 4 and a half hours and a baby that was honestly quiet. But indeed degenerate.
epoeck
Amazing, thanks for the chapter And indeed, that was a degenerated setting to write erotica
Madjic
Wasn't expecting this Eh? Almost 5k Chapter. I wrote this like a degenerate beside crying children on a plane. I hope you all Enjoy it :D I am back to edmonton tomorrow night after a early flight. Need to sleep now. Just wanted to edit this for you guys. Gnight
