Life Of A Dominant Futanari W3 Ch 11

Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 79/11: First Customer

I washed off and realized that I forgot to bring my stuff to wash in the middle of it. After this, I shook my head and decided to buy showering stuff to keep here. I sighed as I finished and started to walk down the hallway toward the Dressing room set aside for me. Under my arm, I carried my dirty clothes and my backpack. It didn't take long, and I grinned as I entered, seeing the solo outfit on the rack.

Since my first week, I had not seen it, and I was excited to wear it again playing. I was not too fond of the high heels, but I knew that was because of my lack of practice. It had been something that I both didn't have the time to practice, and almost with a chuckle, I realized they were the only High heels I owned. I shook my head, and the thought of buying new shoes was a good one.

I could use new shoes too as I had my running shoes for a while and thought about it. Practicing walking in those blasted heels did not sound fun, but I could already think of half a dozen things I could do with heels while playing with someone. I looked around and smiled, and I started to get dressed. I could spend only so much time in the dressing room before my appointment.

I started to get dressed, and the leather bound around me. The grip over my body felt like I was putting on a uniform as I felt my breasts pressed against my chest. I slipped on the panties tucking my cock in like a package. I grinned as it was all coming together as I put on the gloves, sliding them up as their custom make fit me perfectly. Crystal's clothes were excellent, and I knew that she probably had a project that she was working on for me now.

I shook my head slightly as I knew that thinking of my little Minx now would make my panties too tight. I finished tightening my gloves and back with simple knots and smiled, looking at myself in the mirror. My naturally straight hair fell down my back, and the black leather looked good.

I couldn't help my grin as I looked at myself, and only the boots were left. I didn't have time to curse the things sufficiently. Instead, I just put them up, slipping them up the length of my legs before tightening them. Today I was going to play with someone, and they would be paying for it. Its excitement and nervousness flowed through me as I looked forward to it. This was my first customer, and I knew I felt like I was being asked to do something I immensely enjoyed.

I grinned, and I stood in the heels. I felt precarious in them, but It wasn't the first time. I moved with more ease than the other times but was still shaky. It wouldn't kill me to take a couple of hours to practice my walking in these damned things. It would make me look better and not like some idiot.

I took a breath and gave myself a look in the mirror. I smirked as I realized I was about to be paid a lot, but that wasn't what I was excited about. This was some prominent woman from Europe. Not some random boy or girl. This was a rich woman looking for an experience with someone much younger than them. I didn't care about the age difference. No, not that I didn't care about the age difference. The age difference actually turned me on a little bit. The thought that I could dominate someone with so much experience and success sent a thrill through me.

I didn't know what this woman did for work or if it was her husband's money or whatever. None of that mattered to me. When a man or a woman came in front of me in my dungeon, they were all the same.

Slaves, Toys, Playthings.

What happened in their life was nothing to me, and I didn't care who or what they were. In front of me, they were nothing. Not only that, They paid me to think of them as such. The least I could do was just that.

The fact that I wanted to treat them as nothing but a plaything had nothing to do with it.

I saw my expression in the mirror, and I could see my emotions in it. It surprised me a little as I saw my expression was something of a smile or a smirk that promised so much to someone. I didn't know what it promised, but I knew in my gut that if Crystal saw this expression, I would need to satisfy her before leaving the room.

No, I wouldn't, I thought to myself. I would leave her chained here wanting while I played before coming back.

My leather panties were starting to get tighter, and I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said; my tone was something I couldn't decipher at this moment.

"Oh, Wow," My little Minx said as I saw her in the mirror. "I wanted to help you with your makeup real quick. Now, I would rather have a quickie." The Minx finished as she looked at me with desire. Her head moved up and down, looking at me in all my glory.

"Then help me, little Minx," I told her, "If you try to jump me, though, I will punish you later."

A flash of even more desire painted her face as she took a moment to get a hold of herself. I could see the effort it took her too. Crystal then shook her head and brought out her supplies, touching up my makeup. I didn't notice much if any, difference, but as she finished, I could see that I did look a little better.

"I can't make perfection look much more perfect, Mistress, but you are ready." Crystal said, then fled before I could reply.

I grinned, feeling the excitement pulse through me as I felt like... I didn't know what I felt like, to be honest. It was getting to my head, and I stopped myself. I took another deep breath, and I moved. I left the dressing room set aside for me, and I moved back through the upper floor to Samantha's office. I didn't stop and opened the door, taking a step in.

Samantha was sitting at her desk and looked up at my entry. "You look ready," Samantha commented, her smile bright. "You are just on time too. I like that," Samantha said with that same smile. "I will show you to the room your using tonight. It is one of the extra rooms I had a couple of months back for Mistress Luscious. I had to put a bed in there with a restraint system on it. There are also bindings under the mattress. I have also gotten Howard to move some stuff in it for you to play with. They are all cleaned, and I went over them myself. That is something that I am not going to continue to do, but this is your first solo show, and you don't have your room yet."

I nodded and felt relief. "Good to know," I replied, and Samantha got up from behind her desk.

"Follow me, Mistress Futanari, and I will show you your playroom for the night." Samantha grinned as I had a matching one.

I followed Samantha down to the second floor, and she brought me to the second door. She took out a key and unlocked the door. "If Sophia is on time like she usually is, you got about five minutes before she gets here. She will knock before coming in. She is very interested in meeting you." Samantha said and opened the door. "I will see you later, Mistress Futanari. Enjoy yourself," Samantha finished with a grin.

I smiled, no longer paid attention to Samantha, and looked around the room. I wanted to whistle as I looked around. The room felt almost like a bedroom. It was interesting to see as there was a double bed in the center of one wall. I could see restraints on the bed with a pillory built into the footboard with bars. I smirked, looking at it as I closed the door behind me. I looked around some more, and there were some things around the room.

I opened a dresser, saw an assortment of vibrators, and smiled. There was also something I didn't know what was on the bottom drawer of the dresser I didn't recognize. I looked at it; it was like a large hump with something in the center to attach. On the side, there were many attachments for it and a long wire with a large dial on it. I looked at it curiously and realized that it was a type of vibrator for the sub to be penetrated on. I could see various things that I could do with this.

I closed the drawer, though, since I had not met Sophia yet. I didn't know who the woman was, so I didn't know what she would like. I savagely grinned as I looked through the room and found a couple of crops with none of the whips and only a single flogger. It seemed that Mistress Luscious was the type that had a set choice of tools. There were a lot of those tools, but I could see she liked things that vibrated a lot.

I heard a knock, and I opened the last drawer ignoring it for the moment, and found a box with long rods with a dozen packs of lube that seemed specialized. I shook my head and put the box away. There was a lot for me to learn, and I knew that this room was all built around a double bed.

I found a chair in the corner of the room and set it down by the bed. "Come in," I said, and I took in the room in its entirety. It wasn't that large of a room, and the bed, dressers, and cabinets took up most of the room. The dark grey walls made the room feel enclosed, and as the door opened, I realized that there was a reason it was a temporary room. It was probably made initially up this way for a particular client.

I changed my mind, picked up the chair, and saw the blonde woman coming into the room. The picture that Samantha showed me did not do her justice. In her early to mid-forties, she was an older woman who took care of herself. You could see the lines just starting to come in, but they did not detract from the confident beauty that she held. Her expression showed intellect and experience of her age, and I knew this woman scared some people with it.

I moved the chair as I looked at her, though, and as I looked at her, she looked at me. I placed the chair in the middle of the empty space near the door and walked over to the cabinet. I took out a crop before continuing to look at the silent woman.

She was shorter than me by a couple of inches, and her shirt was a white blouse that looked immaculate. I didn't know if it was a designer brand, nor did I care as it made her look good. The shirt buttoned up, showing just a little cleavage where it cut down. It was a professional look that, along with her black dress pants, looked better to be in a company meeting than meeting her Mistress. Then I remembered the suit that the guy showed up to Mistress Vapor in, and I thought they probably were doing business before coming here.

I used the crop to point at the chair and looked at her. "Sit," I ordered, my voice flat.

The woman seemed to regard me and stepped forward, sitting down in the chair. Her expression was severe, and I looked at her and noticed her long blonde hair was more curly than I expected and only came down to her shoulders. It was nice, and I moved around her. "I am Mistress Futanari," I told her flatly as I walked behind her. "While you are in my room, you will address me as Mistress Futanari or Mistress. Do you understand?" I asked her while I walked around the chair finishing in front of her.

"Yes, Mistress Futanari," Sophia said. It was the first words that she said, and I could hear barely concealed excitement. Her face didn't show any of it like a carefully crafted expression to show nothing it didn't want to. Her voice gave it away, though, and I thought it was curious.

"Good," I said, bringing myself closer to her, "I don't like idiots, and it seems simple instructions work with you." I brought up a gloved hand and touched her chin. "You are good-looking as well. If you are a good girl, I might even allow you to touch me later." I said flatly. I looked down at her slowly and deliberately, my eyes turning to her breasts, my fingers moving slowly down her chin to her neck.

I fought the want to look up as I heard a gasp from her as my finger moved. It was good to know that I was affecting Sophia, at least. Her professional expression only had been chipped by her voice, and she had barely spoken. I looked at her breasts, and my fingers continued to move down. "You know," I began as my fingers glided down her collarbone. "You have some nice breasts here; I wonder how they might feel," I commented as I brought my hands to the buttons.

I guessed Sophia's breasts were around the larger side of C cup low D cups, but I wasn't sure since they were covered. Even as I toyed with the top button on her dress, I heard nothing from her. I looked up, and I saw a slight blush on her face. This woman was trying to show no expression, but the embarrassment was evident. I couldn't get a read on her, and I fought my eyes from narrowing.

"Well," I said, bringing myself back up to my full height, no longer looking at her breasts. I looked at her slightly red-tinted face. "You have barely said a word," I said with a grin. I brought the crop to her face stroking a cheek. "Tell me, Sophia, what brings you here today?" I asked.

Sophia seemed surprised by my question, and I moved the tip of the leather of the crop down her cheek to her chin. I didn't say anymore, and I expected to be answered. Sophia hesitated, though, and I knew at this point she wouldn't talk much.

"I heard you are a Futanari," Sophia said bluntly.

"I am," I replied flatly, "I also know there must be more to it. I want to hear you say it, Sophia."

My voice was much softer, and I smiled, looking down at her with that professional demeanor. Sophia took a deep breath, and I could see the tension leave her as she did so. "I like men." Sophia stated like it needed to be known," I didn't only feel that way though growing up I also had some attraction to women and in a roman catholic household..." Her voice trailed off for a second before continuing, "My parents were kind of strict, and I married a man young that I enjoy spending my off time with. He is wonderful and dreadfully masculine." Sophia said, and she seemed to open up more as she spoke. "He is a good man and has hair all over his body that I hate. It is not even like I don't like the body hair in general. It is that I do not like it on him. I found in my mid-twenties that I just didn't like the feel of his body on me or under me. It was then that I started to watch porn." Her accent, which I had never noticed before, started to come into the picture. It was probably something from Finland, but the over-emphasis on certain letters was slightly off to my ears.

"Finally, though, I came across what got me really horny to the point that I found I actually liked cock. I didn't notice it since I was starting to think that I was more into women than men. Then it happened," Sophia said, and I could see her posture much looser than professional now. "It was like this sweet calling that when I noticed shemales. Those cocks with the more feminine body just sent shivers up my spine. The more girly, the better." She stopped for a moment, and I could see she was no longer looking at me but thinking about the memories of that day. "Then I found Futanari, and I almost lost an entire night to my dildo that night. I lost myself in masturbating, and I knew that I had found what I wanted in life. The problem quickly came from that, though."

"The rarity of Futanaris," I replied, and she looked up and nodded.

"You are beautiful too," Sophia said with a smile. "It was like the light for me as I went down the path of truly realizing what I liked in this world. I liked dick but not men. I wanted to have my vagina be used, but I liked the soft features of women. I liked breasts in my face, but I also liked cock in my pussy. Not dildos as they feel like I am masturbating. But actual cocks, and I have been trying my best to fulfill an itch for years without success. I heard of Samantha's services years ago from a friend. When I found it was in the united states, I knew that I could come here easily, and the dominant women have always loved to fulfill that itch as much as possible. When I heard you were joining the ranks of Samantha's dominatrixes, though..." She blushed hard, and I nodded.

The confession for her reasons for being here made Sophia loosen up. Her professional demeanor and what had to be nervousness was loosening up now, and I felt I could move forward. I grinned, brought my face close to hers, and I could see her eyes widen. I moved my lips close to hers, and I could see her blush past her makeup, which made me realize that her blush was much deeper than expected. I looked like I was about to kiss her lips and saw her eyes closed, much to my delight. I passed her lips, and I whispered in her ear instead. "Good Girl," I told her, and I heard another of those short sighs that I had heard from her before. I liked her reaction as I continued, "You are going to become a nice little girl for me, Sophia." My voice was a promise. "I heard that you even demanded that I fuck your little pussy to my boss." I continued, and I saw now her ears blushing. "I don't mind shoving my cock into your tight little pussy. But," I paused and leaned back, taking in her blushing face as I grinned.

Then my smile changed, and I saw her shiver as she took my bait, "But?" Sophia asked, realizing too late that I baited her.

"I am glad you asked, Sophia," I said with a grin. I saw her shiver as I grinned before I continued, "You will have to earn it," I finished, and Sophia looked at me with undisguised nervousness and excitement that I felt as well. I felt a rush as I saw the emotions on her face.

"Earn it?" Sophia asked, and I squatted slightly in front of her, and my smile felt odd on my face.

Her expression changed, and I didn't know the expression on it, and I reached out and stroked the older woman's face. "You will earn my cock, and I have so many good ideas for you to attempt to earn it!" I told her with a large grin. I felt a shiver up my spine as I meant it, and the woman in front of me shivered herself.

"Yes, Mistress Futanari," Sophia said, much to her surprise, and I grinned. This woman didn't know what she was in for, and I knew that the conversation part of my first time with her was over. I didn't want to sit here and talk to her forever either. I learned a lot from the conversation about her, and I knew that it would ruin the mood if we continued to talk. I didn't want to be her friend either. I wanted this woman to become my plaything for the night, which took hands-on learning with her.

I already knew that she liked me just for my body and beauty from her words. I think she didn't even know everything that she enjoyed either. Her coming to a Dominatrix for getting fucked by a strap-on also told me that she wanted to be a bottom too. She just liked things that she liked, and if I didn't give her a good time, I might disabuse her of the notion that she wanted Futanaris. This wasn't a sure thing, and I think she didn't even know that.

These were all my guesses, and as I looked her over, I knew that I needed to make her earn, even looking at my cock. If I guess correctly, this woman made her own success, and achieving things drove her. I needed to make her earn everything tonight and make them challenging enough to be doable but easy enough to do in a reasonable time frame.

I turned from her, and my mind raced as I began to open cabinets, letting her see all the toys in the room. She must have known they were there but seeing them was different than knowing. I turned to her with a grin. "Now, Sophia, you should be stripping to your panties and bra. I want to see what a beautiful woman you are."

Sophia stood as I turned, and I propped my hands on the dresser, turning my back on it so I could watch the show. Sophia wasn't shy about her body though I learned quickly, and I saw a small smile on her face. She watched me as I watched her, and I looked at her feet and noticed that she wore black heels that brought her up a couple of inches. I looked up, though, and I saw her playing with her top button and methodically going down without showing any more as she unbuttoned her blouse.

I watched as she finally reached the bottom, pulling the fabric out of her pants and taking off her blouse. Nice white laced-covered breasts showed themselves and in the middle was a nice white bow that almost blended in. I watched her appreciating her beauty as she turned, and I knew that she was now trying to seduce me as she unbuttoned her pants. I hadn't noticed before, but she had a nice ass. It wasn't a large one or a small one. Just fit her so nicely that I wondered if it would have that ripple or not. This wasn't a woman who went for muscle tone but took care of herself. It was nice to watch as I saw the dress pants loosen up, and she began to wag her ass so slowly, almost hypnotically, as she shimmied down her pants. White lace panties with three long lines hugging her hips, slowly showed themselves to me as those pants showed me her beautiful ass.