Life of a Dominant F*tanari Week 4 Chapter 142/28: Object

Walking back to Crystal's house, I pulled out my phone and opened the app that was inside my Sweety. I pressed it and changed it from standby to low vibration before turning off the app. I knew Alex would be on edge now, thinking I would play with her ass more. I continued to walk happily with myself with those thoughts in my head.

I turned serious again after a few more steps as the Lawyer made me realize that my yearly income directly put me in the millions of dollars range. If I kept it up at least for half a year, just with Hilda, I could be a multi-millionaire, and with Samantha, I could go farther. It was a ridiculous amount of money for making rich people kiss my feet. I felt weird, and something was nagging as I walked.

The Lawyer, Lacy, seemed to be honest with me, but I also wanted to protect myself. My mind spun, and I sighed, pulling out my phone and calling Samantha without a second thought. The phone rang for a bit till it hit voicemail, and I shrugged. "Hey, Samantha, Sorry for calling you all of a sudden. I just wanted to ask you for advice relating to a Finacial lawyer. I would love to hear from you when you have some time. Thanks! It's Angela, by the way. Hope to hear from you soon." I hung up, leaving the message, and continued to walk at a leisurely pace.

Suddenly I got a phone call, and I looked to see Crystal calling. I quickly picked up and smirked. "Hey, Mistress, I kind of had a shitty day today," I suddenly heard Crystal say, "I don't want to get into it right now, but I have a request," I paused to see if she wanted me to talk.

The second slip, and I knew she wanted me to respond, but I wasn't sure in what way. Then I realized how she started it, and my voice came out cold, "Oh, What does my Minx want?" I asked her.

"Um, I," I could hear hesitation a little, "You're coming over tonight, Right?"

Again I could hear the hesitation that wasn't normal when Crystal asked things. "I planned on it," I stated coldly again. "Do you want me to change that?" I asked.

"No!" Crystal quickly exclaimed, "Sorry, No, Mistress, I was just hoping." I heard her take a deep breath, "When you come home, I would like you to treat me like an object tonight. Don't treat me nicely, and don't ask for consent. Please just do what you want to me without holding me back."

My eyebrows jumped up, and I didn't know what to say for a moment. Treat her like an object? How do I go about doing that? She wanted me to do this because she had a bad day? Wouldn't she want me to treat her nicely because it was a bad day?

My mind spun, and the pause went on a little longer than I should have let it. "Very well, Minx." I replied, trying my best not to ask questions. "Very well, Indeed," I continued trying to buy myself time. It seemed that I would need to talk to Minx later about all of this but now clearly wasn't the time. "I will be home soon. I want my masturbatior ready in something nice like a proper skank. If I see you in something that doesn't suit my tastes slut," I scoffed, "You were warned," I directly hung up and looked down at my phone.

"What the fuck happened to her today?" I whispered as I walked down the street. I couldn't help but feel things were weird. But I would fulfill my Minx's request as she didn't make many from me. My thoughts inevitably came to wonder how hard she wanted things. She asked me to treat her roughly and not like a human, basically. I would need to temper myself still, but I didn't know what was too hard or even what hard enough was. She didn't want to consent to things; She wanted to have them done to her.

I found that I had stopped on the sidewalk deep in thought as I couldn't help but worry a little about her. Something big must have happened, and I wanted to know what it was. It seemed that tomorrow I would need to spend some quality time with Crystal and find out what happened.

Taking another step forward, I got called again and picked up. "Hello?" I asked, realizing I forgot to look at the Caller ID.

"Hey, You called me about advice?" Samantha replied. "Something about a financial lawyer?"

"Ah, sorry, I was just caught off guard by something else. And yes, I need some advice related to this," I replied, changing topics in my head. For a moment, I thought about asking Crystal's best friend for advice, but I decided against it. I didn't want to break trust or anything of the sort for Crystal. Whatever happened, it was something that I wanted to hear from her.

I took a deep breath and changed gears, and waited for a light to allow me to walk. "Sorry, I needed a moment to change back gears," I told Samantha, "So I talked to a Lawyer today, and we got to talking. First of all, I didn't realize exactly how much money we were talking about when I started this all, and that was a bit overwhelming, to be honest. Thank you for making the Commissions so much," I told her honestly and heard Samantha chuckling.

"That is what the NDAs are for. Never tell the media or ANYONE about what happens in this room or who you're doing it too. That is why you are paid so much," Samantha said, her voice serious, "No more incidents, even if you are annoyed with the client. No one else needs to know what happens, including my Best Friend. We are paid to keep quiet, and that is what we do. Our clients want to be dominated or even experiment without people wither judging them or people finding out and ruining their lives. That is our paid service," Samantha finished.

"Honestly," I said slowly, "Talking to a financial lawyer and hearing more about how much money I am making now," I let my voice trail off a little, "I didn't comprehend the full extent of how much I was being paid and what it entirely detailed. I have to agree with the Lawyer that I need an accountant, and I will be starting up a company for my one side piece from the club," I told her, and I heard a grunt of agreement.

"Good idea's both of those. The IRS wants its cut of everything you make. I also charge the Clients a lot of the taxes on each order, but you don't really see that end of things on your side. Still, having your own accountant would be good. Now, what do you want to know?" Samantha asked curiously. "Or should I say, what do you need advice on?"

"Well," I took a deep breath and continued walking and talking with Samantha as I headed for Crystal's house. I told her about my conversation with Lacy and the offer she gave, and I heard Samantha on the other end asking for clarification sometimes while clearly in thought. I continued on till I told her about the offer that she made, and I heard Samantha stop.

"That isn't too bad," Samantha said slowly after I told her about the commission offer, "No matter what, you make money in that, and she is incentivized to make you into a constant stream of money. She can only make money on the trades that she makes money on, so no matter what, you will be increasing in cash flow, whereas if she doesn't make money for you, she gets nothing. The question is what the contract looks like. I have a friend that can help you look over the contract. However, you will have to pay her in the end. Do you want me to set up a meeting?" Samantha asked.

"Um, not yet. I want to see the contract first, and I already set it up for her to help me with the paperwork for the company. I have no idea about it, and I need a professional. Then when I have the contract, I would like the appointment. Does that work?" I asked.

"I can put her on standby and give her your contact information. I think it is better to have it so you can call her. She will be waiting for your call. Other than that, I think it is a good deal and that if the contract states the same, then you should have a good time. Also, tell me her full name, and I will look up her origins for you. Can't have a dominatrix in our club getting screwed by a lawyer; it would reflect badly on the club." Samantha finished.

"Thanks!" I replied as I noticed the street I was on. I was about a street away from play time, and I felt my cock throb at the thought. I paused for a moment before finishing, "Again, thanks, Samantha," I told her, "You have helped me a lot these past couple of weeks since I met. I honestly am lost to what I would sometimes do if you didn't help out."

"Glad you know it," Samantha replied, and I could hear the happiness in her tone from me acknowledging that fact. "I want you to come to me when you need help, but please figure your life out a little, Angela. It is kind of a mess," I sighed as I heard the truth, "Oh, I want to update you on your sissy problem quickly. I have a black friend that is interested in sissies that reached out to me. He is the type that wants to set up a play date if he is going to take him, though. I will let you know since he hasn't committed to anything. I don't know the reasons behind it, but he told me he needs a new sissy. I haven't talked to him in a bit, and I doubt he dropped his other sissy, but he is interested in yours. Do you want me to give him your number?" Samantha asked.

I just reached the street Crystal lived at, and I froze thinking. "Sure," I said after a second of hesitation, "I don't exactly want Jake to end up in the best of circumstances if you understand my thoughts." I told her, oddly vulnerable, "This is revenge, after all."

I didn't hear anything from the other end for a couple of seconds, "I understand that," Samantha said, "Talk to him, and you can discuss that in person. His name is Daniel, but he goes by Dan. When Dan calls, just say that you, Angela, Meet up with him. He is gay and would have no interest in you. Meet up with him wherever and you can discuss Jake with him. Let him know the condition and any," Samantha paused, "Persuasion that you have on him. He will love it. Dan doesn't like Rapist either, but when it comes to Forced sissification," Samantha paused again, "I don't think I know someone more into it than he is."

"Okay," I replied, unsure how to reply, "Anyways, I got to go, Samantha; thanks for the help!" I said.

"Talk to you soon. I think the bidding is almost done for next week's Tuesday. I held back the Twins for that, but they are getting persistent if I am being honest. I will let you know who your client is soon."

"Thanks! I will talk to you soon then," With that, I hung up directly and finished the last distance to Crystal's house. A second later, I pressed the gate button and got myself in the mood.

It wasn't anything special. Today I was coming home to my sex slave. The object that I released my lust on whenever or wherever I wanted. She was my tool to get off on, and her consent wasn't needed; it was implied that she wanted what I wanted. I twitched, though, when the speaker asked, "Who is it?"

"Open the gate," I replied tartly. My tone was annoyed. I even had to press the button, and the gate opened half a second later. I walked in and reached the door, and turned the handle. The door opened, and I saw Crystal when I entered.

No, I didn't see Crystal.

I didn't see my Minx.

Instead, it was an object for me to get off with, and my cock hardened as I looked at the masked woman before me. Her face was gone, with a black leather mask completely covering her face with a circle around her mouth and two holes in the center for her nose. Her eyes opened up, but I saw an attachment for covering her eyes if I chose to. Her eyes looked at me with desperation and desire. But there was another emotion I hadn't seen before or had never caused her. It was pain.

That was odd, but I stepped inside and continued to look at her completely instead of shying away. I closed the door behind me, looked down at the object I was to dominate tonight, and saw the chocker around her neck with a secure lock on it. The Black leather wrapped around the mask's neck before three straps of leather attached to the collar each went down to her breasts to meet a metal circle, then a solo strap of leather separated her breasts perfectly till it reached her under her breast. The Straps then went around her while another two straps went to each side of her hips and down her thighs, holding up two long matching leather tights that hugged her legs tightly. Her core was exposed, and her pussy glistened with juices showing her need for me.

The naked pain in her eyes entrapped me, and I knew she needed me. She asked me not to look at her like a person, yet this was my girlfriend. I made sure to lock the door, and I felt my lips make a snarl as I began. "What the fuck are you doing, Bitch?" I asked, "Standing there, not fucking doing anything. You know your proper place," I snarled, "On your knees and suck out a load. Does a stupid bitch like you need me to spell out my fucking orders?" I asked.

Light shone in her eyes, as did the hurt, but the bitch in front of me got down on her knees and reached up under my skirt to pull my panties down. I slapped her harshly across the face, knowing it would hurt a little with the sound it made. "IT SEEMS I DO NEED TO FUCKING SPELL IT OUT TO YOU SLUT!" I roared, "I am wearing shoes!" I announced, "Shoes then panties; you think my panties need dirt on them?" I asked, and instead of letting her untie my shoes, I directly lifted my foot and reached up with it, pressing it against her face, "Huh? See my shoes now, Bitch?!" I asked harshly and felt bad for it. "If I need to spell it out to you one more time," I let my voice trail off as I didn't know what I would do to her, "Now, I need to bust a nut, and you are taking too fucking long!" I announced.

I looked down, and as I put down my foot, the bitch below me undid my shoes. I softly raised my feet, and she took off my shoes. Followed quickly by the other foot before she pulled my panties down. My cock sprang forth, and her gaze centered on it. I tapped my foot loudly, and she folded my panties and put them to the side before immediately wrapping her lips around my cock.

Her lips widened only for a second, and I felt her tongue moving. Normally I would enjoy the start of a nice blowjob, but I wanted to do what Crystal requested. This bitch wasn't my girlfriend for the night. She was a skank that needed to take every fucking drop of cum out of my balls before I was done with her. Instead of letting her set the pace, I mentally willed myself to be rougher than I would ever normally be with her. I grabbed her leather-bound head and shoved my cock into her throat, making her gag, which I didn't care about. My cock entered the depths of her throat, and I was making myself home there as I pulled her head back and forth hard. I fucked her throat in a way I had never done and pulled out for a moment as I heard her gasp a breath before shoving my cock back into the depths.

Wicked thoughts of what I could do with her entered my head, and normally I wouldn't follow through with them.

Not today.

Crystal wanted me to treat her like an object. I needed to treat her badly to help her with that pain I saw in her eyes.

That was what annoyed me; That pain. That pain in her eyes wasn't related to me, and I knew it.

I shoved my cock down into her throat and felt my balls on her chin as I quickly felt pleasure that was tempered by my mentality. I loved this feeling and hated it.

Who dared to hurt my Minx?

I wanted to roar, pulled my cock out, and heard the masked bitch below me gasp with a quick sob. I didn't let her cry, though, as I shoved my cock back into the depths of her mouth, and I fucked her throat till I felt my balls jerk before spraying a load of semen directly into her stomach. I loved this feeling, and I abhorred this feeling. I may have cummed, but I didn't feel like I orgasmed as I pulled out of her throat, looking at the bitch under me. She was gasping; it didn't look like Crystal.

I didn't know how I felt at this moment. I looked at the gasping woman, completely masked, and I closed the eye slots on her. I didn't want to see those eyes filled with pain. I only wanted her to cry under my whip instead of whatever it was, and I shoved her to the floor of the entrance and pulled her ass up into the air. Her glistening pussy was dripping with fluids, and I didn't even look at her pussy this time. My cock dripping with fresh semen and dripping more onto the floor, moved towards her ass.

Her ass twitched, and I gave it no time to react before I shoved my cock deep into her depths, riding on the semen to lubricate my entrance. Her scream of pleasure was mixed with a pain that wasn't physical, and I pushed in deep. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a handprint and her cry of pain was even louder. I sheathed my cock all the way before drawing my meat sword out of her and shoving my cock into her pussy, making her cry in pleasure. Nothing but my pleasure mattered, not even her health.

Her cry of pleasure erupted as her pussy sprayed the foyer with her juices, and I leaned back and pulled off my backpack, tossing it into the corner where it banged harshly against the floor with a thud. I didn't care as I shoved my cock in and out of her pussy and felt her womb open up for me before she sheathed myself completely into her.

Once I was inside, my cock began to make a ruckus, and her cries of pleasure and pain continued to fill the front hallway of her house; as no human language was spoken, I shoved my cock in and out of the bitch. I reached forward, pressed her leather-bound face against the floor, and put some of my weight behind it, making her cry even as I noticed water coming from the mask. I hardened myself and shoved my cock in and out of her pussy harder and felt her reach orgasm. Her pussy sprayed even more juices on the floor, and It was only now that I noticed the cuffs attached to a strap on her back. They were meant to bind her hands with soft leather cuffs, and I grabbed a hand that was holding her up, making her fall down onto her breasts and making her cry. I opened the cuff as I pulled my cock back, and her arms twitched as I shoved my cock right back into her pussy and straight into her womb, bottoming out and shoving her womb deep.

"FUCK!" the bitch screamed, her voice full of pleasure and pain as she sobbed a little as I continued to raid her body. I bound one hand to her outfit and quickly followed up with the other before I reached my peak, grabbed her by both arms, and pulled her back onto her cock, bottoming out and releasing another load into her needy pussy.

"MISTRESS!" the bitch screamed, her voice full of pleasure as my brain melted a little in a new way. Her amazing pussy accepted each and every drop of pussy, directly filling her pussy. I felt high on the dominance and the orgasm as my cock throbbed in her tight pussy. I slowly gyrated my hips, finally pulling out and forcing the bitch under me onto shaky legs.

I looked at the blinded, sobbing woman before me, and I knew beyond a doubt something had happened to her that hurt her emotionally and not physically. I hated whoever did it but now wasn't the time.

Now was the time to feed this bitch and take her downstairs for more fun.

I took a deep breath, and my mentality hardened along with my cock. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, I also enjoyed treating her like this.

"M-Mistress," I heard her sob.

"I'm not done with you yet, Bitch," I told her flatly, "Need to make sure you can last the night with some dinner, then I will empty my balls into you."

It was going to be a long night, and I knew it.

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