Life of a Dominant Futanari W3 Ch23

I walked into the silent classroom and sat down at my desk. After weeks of spending my time playing with the sissy in the morning, it felt weird being in the quiet classroom that had been a hallmark of my previous years in school. I leaned back in my chair and pulled out my books for class. I opened up my notes along with it, and I began to study.

I reviewed my notes meticulously and went over everything in my current subject this year. These study sessions had become less frequent since I had my sexual awakening. I realized that I missed some things that the teacher had previously discussed. They were subtle things that I used to catch more often when it was all I did other than work out.

I smiled and slowed down since I had more time this morning than usual. I pulled out my other notebooks for my other classes and went over the subjects slowly. I realized that I made some mistakes in my other courses, which tended to be on days I remembered being distracted. I frowned at that as I realized I would be letting my grades slip if I continued down this path for too long.

I wonder if I should make a day where I don't schedule anything in the morning and instead study. It wouldn't be a bad idea since my morning study sessions are what allow me to use the rest of my time on other things. Keeping my grades was essential to me so I could get scholarships to a university or college. I was not about to look only for an athletic scholarship when those scholarships required too much athletic ability, and an injury could end it all.

I shook my head and stopped thinking about that in particular. I went over some more notes as I heard someone walking by me, and I wondered if it was later in the morning than I thought as I looked up. I saw the clock that there was still more time, and I saw Strawberry looking at me, surprised.

"Mistress, you are here early," Strawberry said with a slight blush giving them a slight rosy look.

"Yup, plan changed slightly," I replied, leaning back. "I decided I could get some studying done since I haven't been on top of it recently."

Strawberry looked around with a blush before she looked down at my desk. "C-Can I ask you something?" Strawberry said, looking a little embarrassed at the question.

"Sure," I replied, trying to keep an amused look off my face as I saw her cutely stuttering. It was adorable as she blushed at me with her red hair and a deepening blush as she worked up the courage. I quickly wondered again where the confident pain in the ass she was before going.

"Um," Strawberry rubbed her thighs together, and I already knew she wanted some action. "Are you busy after school?" Strawberry asked, "I- I really enjoyed last time and um," Her blush reached her ears, and I felt a smile grow on my face as she looked back at my face. "I want to enjoy another night with you," Strawberry confessed.

I raised an eyebrow, leaned back, and felt a nice crack in my back, sending a little relief. That wasn't what mattered as I raised an eyebrow, "So you want to be under me again tonight?" I asked her.

Strawberry nodded with the blush up to her ears, and I could see hope in her eyes now. "Y-Yes, Mistress," She said after a moment, and I watched her for a moment silently.

"Well," I said, letting my voice trail off a bit and looking like I was considering. "I have some plans, but I don't mind bringing you in on them if you are interested in them, Strawberry."

Strawberries eyes lit up, and I could see and feel her excitement at the thought of coming over. If there was any question in my mind previously that this girl was head over heels for me, at least at this moment, they were gone now. Her look was pure happiness and excitement that she could spend more time with me.

With that look, aI wondered if this girl even masturbated since I had sex with her the other night. The need that might have built up in this little pervert from just a glimpse of my cock brought her to my house and accepted a polyamorous relationship.

She looked at me expectedly, and I could feel her question as I finally continued leaving my thoughts behind, "Would you be interested in meeting my Girlfriend, Strawberry?" I asked her.

"What?" Strawberry froze.

"Oh, My girlfriend is also interested in you too, Strawberry," I told her honestly, and I stood up from my desk. "I think playing with both of you will be quite enjoyable," I stepped up to her, grinning as she seemed to have frozen on the spot. "I have the stamina for that, both of you. That isn't a problem," I reassured. "The question is, Strawberry, are you ready to meet my girlfriend?"

She looked at me, and I saw her rosy red cheeks burn a red, but they had paled compared to before. I didn't know until this moment what was going on inside her mind. I wondered if she thought of herself as a girl who could take Crystal's place. That side piece could take over the prominent girlfriend spot. Something in me doubted that, though I also wanted to think better of Strawberry.

"I-" Strawberry stopped herself and took a deep breath. "I knew that you would ask me this at some point. I never thought it would be this soon, though." She admitted, and I watched her as she scrambled in her mind.

I held her face in my palm in the silent classroom and stopped her from lowering her face. I made her look at my face gently, and I smiled, "My girlfriend will like you, Strawberry," I told her honestly. Crystal seemed to have staked her claim as my girlfriend. She wouldn't give that up. But Crystal liked Alex, and although she had disdain for Tracy due to her actions towards me, I never felt she was malicious towards her. Strawberry was cute and liked me, and I think Crystal would like playing with her too. "Although I cannot say exactly how you will mesh in the end. I think you will like her too. Come home with me tonight, and we can enjoy the evening with cries of pleasure and legs trembling into the next day."

I felt her shiver in my hand, looking into her eyes and smiling for her. "You don't have to answer now if you don't want to, Strawberry," I told her slowly.

"No, I would like to come over, Mistress," Strawberry said a little louder than she should have, and I put a finger to her mouth.

"Although I am not ashamed of you, Strawberry," I said quietly, "But please keep your voice down. Our business is our own." Strawberry blushed deeply and nodded, realizing that she almost yelled out in her need to come over. "Now, it will be interesting tonight, Strawberry." My smile turned dark, "Look forward to it."

I wanted to kiss her cute lips at this moment, but I saw someone behind her come in. "Later," I said instead and stepped back with my smile turning to a smirk. "I will talk to you again at practice tonight," I finished and sat back down at my desk. I went back to studying, and Strawberry looked stunned, and her blush continued as she finally walked past me to her desk.

I looked down, hiding my smirk, and noticed a boy looking at me in the corner of my eye. He looked at Strawberry and then me a couple of times before sitting down at his desk. I gave him a look and decided that I didn't care what he thought at this point or if he even noticed something. It wasn't like I was hiding any of my relationships except with Tracy and Jake. Jake did not want to be found out, and because of the blackmail on him, neither did I want to be found out. With Tracy, though, it was because I wanted to save that for when I fucked her in front of him.

I shuddered, thinking about the moment that I took Tracy's pussy in front of him. I couldn't wait to see his reaction and the blow-up he would have. I felt another shiver, and my cock hardened with the thought again. It reminded me that I needed to punish Jake with something, and I had not figured out what I wanted to do with him yet.

I shook my head and tried to get rid of the thought of what that expression would be. I didn't need to go through the class with a raging hard-on. It took time, but I got back into my notes as more students sat down in the classroom.

Soon talking started as school was nearing its start time, and before I knew it, the bell rang, and class began. I followed the lesson and took notes without a thought in my mind about other things. At the end of the lesson, I made my way to my second class without incident, repeating what I usually did in my second class.

I took my notes and followed the lesson with growing anticipation for lunch. I was going to be meeting with the graphic designer and my Cum dump. It was anticipation on my mind, but I didn't let it distract me from the lesson. I finished taking my notes as the bell rang in the classroom.

I quickly put my things away and headed out of the class toward the parking lot. I pulled out my phone and had a message I hadn't noticed earlier.

Becky: Paul and I are waiting out in the parking lot. We are in the Red truck between a silver car and a blue SUV.

It was sent about ten minutes ago, and I walked towards the school's exit. I walked faster out of the school, and I quickly saw the truck with Paul sitting in the driver's seat with a blonde cumdump in the passenger seat. I looked at the big truck and walked over with a grin.

I reached the back seats of the truck, and I opened up the door. I jumped in and grinned as Paul looked back with a significant smile. "Any preferences?" He asked with a grin.

"Something that doesn't take too long since I still have to go to the third period in an hour," I replied with my smile.

"Well then," Paul said, turning on the truck and beginning to pull out as some more students left the school to head to nearby restaurants or hang out at various meeting points. Paul drove quicker than I was used to, and soon we were at a noodle place nearby the school. I jumped out of the silent cabin and saw Becky, with red cheeks looking away. I was wondering what her problem was at this point, and I almost wanted to make a point of asking.

"Okay, That was awkward," Paul said suddenly, and I turned to look at him as he came out with Becky.

I nodded as I turned to look at him and saw that Becky was in a cute little dress that understated her breasts. It was white in color, and I almost thought she needed a sun hat to complete it. Becky also had a black laptop bag over her shoulder as she followed us, and Paul looked at her with a mysterious gaze. "Hmm, I noticed," I told him while looking at Becky.

I turned to him after telling Becky, "I have been looking forward to what you thought of Paul." I told him truthfully.

"Well, I got two main ideas for you," Paul replied with a smile as we reached the doors of the noodle place. We entered together, with Becky following us a second later. Paul kept giving her weird looks before turning back to me. "There is one that I am absolutely in love with. But I am not sure that you will like it, so I obviously wasn't about to go deeper into the design without asking you."

I looked at him with a pleasant smile as we entered and joined the short line to order. "That is good news. I will look at both. Do you have drafts?" I asked him, hoping for some visuals.

"Becky has them in her bag on a laptop and some drawings I printed off for you. I think you will enjoy them. I have two main ones that I thought up, but I can come up with more if you don't like them. This process will last until you like what I bring you, Okay?" Paul finished.

"Sounds good to me," I replied honestly, "I am looking forward to what you have. But for now, I am also hungry, and I have Volleyball tonight and need food in my stomach, and it is our turn." I pointed out, and Paul smiled and began to order.

I followed up and quickly ordered twice the amount that Paul had with Becky using her voice for the first time to order her meal. It didn't take long as they brought out our order quickly just as the lunch rush came in. We took a booth they had in the back. I sat down first, and Paul sat across from me.

Becky made to sit beside Paul when I coughed loudly. "Here," I pointed beside me without another word. Becky looked surprised at the sudden order and looked conflicted for only a moment before putting the bag on the table and putting her nice ass beside me. She blushed again and shimmied in beside me. I smiled and saw Paul looking at Becky a little with a questioning gaze.

Instead of saying anything as I let Becky settle in beside me, Paul pulled the bag toward him and pulled out some sheets while I opened up my first food container. Paul had put his to the side and took out the laptop too, setting it to the other side in his vision.

"So I will show you the first design I have. This is more simple from the broad specifications you asked for." Paul told me toking one of the drawings out and set it facing me.

The first drawing was a black and white drawing of an italic F with a heart surrounding it. There was a tail coming out the bottom in a cute style around it with a pointed end with a little heart at the end. In the end, the heart had a circle around it, and it looked like it pierced something under it.

"So this is a heart for non-club members where you have the tail come down in a circle from the center where the heart is. This is in the typical format of an owned symbol in BDSM. Then at the bottom, I have the tail piercing the name, signifying your penetration of the owned person. I didn't take any potential names, so I put nothing in for now. I also have some sample text on the other drawing for the club version of this." Paul told me, and I nodded. It was simple, and I kind of liked it.

Paul pulled out another drawing and showed me a Club symbol from the deck of cards with that same italic F that was through the center of the heart on the previous drawing. This was more basic than the first, with a tail coming out of one of the points wrapping around it in a figure-eight lazily. Then in the corner, it had the words 'Sample text' in caps with a tail wrapping through it.

It looked cute, but I didn't like the club symbol in its current form too much. "I like the text," I said slowly.

"You like it, but the club symbol in this format is a no-go, Correct?" Paul asked, and I nodded. "I figured as much. The club symbol is a little bit more of a challenge. What do you think of the Sample text I made?" Paul asked.

"I think it is cute," I replied, feeling weird about it a little.

Paul sighed a little, "This is a more classic interpretation, and I had a good moment the other night about a much better idea." Paul pulled out the next drawing, and I took a large slurp of noodles as I felt Becky move beside me a little. Her soft skin touched up against me more than was needed. I wanted to stop her and ask her what was up again when Paul finished setting up the drawing.

"This is the idea I love the most. This is more of an elegant solution to things, and I absolutely LOVE the idea." He over-emphasized.

In a black and white Drawing were two drawings. On it was dice where you could see three sides at most. They looked outstanding, but the thing that made my eyes widen was what was on the faces of the dice. On the top face was 'Cum', while on the top of the other die was 'Dump.' On the right die facing outwards was 'Futa,' and on the other die was 'Nari,' finishing the word with the end being 'Owned.'

I looked at it, surprised at the simplicity and complexity it could bring. The fact that I could use dice in play too might become a thing with clients too if I was running low on ideas. Although I doubted the latter, it was something interesting. I could think of various things to put on those dice faces. Not only that, "Couldn't you have those dice land in a small spill or even a large spill of semen?" I asked before I even realized it.

Paul smiled brightly, "I see you are interested in the dice." He replied before continuing, "The main thing I love about the dice is that you can add more dice too if you want. As a brand, simple dice with your name on them are pretty simple. However, I want to put a bit more thought into the club form of it. You could even have something simple with it too."

Paul looked at me expectantly, and I was a little overwhelmed, if I was being honest with myself. This was a big decision, and I really liked those dice. I didn't know if I should add more dice or not. But a pair of dice was also significant. The more I thought about it, there was so much variety and symbolism in it.

I looked at the dice, deep in thought. I nodded slowly, though, as my brain went through and processed. "I like the dice," I said after at least a minute of thought. The smell of my noodles entered my nose as I nodded again. "I really like the dice, to be honest. I don't want to scrap the Cards one either. Not completely yet. I think we are still in the early stages, but I really like the dice. Why don't you put the cards as the backup idea and see what you can do with these dice for the club members? I am not a fan of the plain dice either you have on the design. I think something even like those clear dice I see in the movies at Casinos or something."

"I like it," Paul said, and I could see him grinning from ear to ear and had a notebook out writing out notes. I had no idea when he pulled it out, but he was writing quickly. "I will put the first design on the back burner, but I will not throw it out completely. As for the dice, I will look into making them fit for a queen to roll."

"I also think it would be interesting to have a set of dice to play with clients," I told him, and he looked up at me.

"Talk to Samantha on that," Paul said thoughtfully, "In fact, I think I will give her a call to call you if you are serious about that. I don't know what she will think of the idea, but frankly," He paused, "I think it is amazing. But that is just me," He took a breath and continued writing on a notepad. "Now it is Becky's turn to show what she designed."

Paul gave the table to Becky, and she reached past me to the laptop. Becky paused and opened up the laptop. In the meantime, I slurped on my noodles, watching her. "Okay, Gimme a minute to open up my program. Please, eat, Mistress, while I set up," Becky said, and Paul looked up from his notepad at her in surprise, then at me.

His eyes narrowed for a second; then, they went back to normal. I could almost feel the shrug as he looked away. He slightly shook his head, and I barely heard him say, "Dumb cuck probably knows."

I couldn't help but smile as Paul continued to write, and I dug into my noodles as I heard the noodles startup noise as Becky turned on her laptop. This would take a minute, and I quickly wanted to finish my noodles.

Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 91/23: Tattoo Design Part 1

Slurping sounded from our booth as I waited for Becky to finish. I was looking forward to it.