Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 288/ 38: Flexing Pain

Stepping out of the Locker room after I calmed down, Kylar scurried away with a blushing face after our conversation. Kylar was cute, and she was something special in her own right. In a world that prides itself on freedom of choice, speech, and movement, Kylar wanted to give that all up to one person.

Who did that?

Kylar did that.

It was interesting, but he did not clearly think everything through. It made me want to do nasty things to her that she may or may not regret in the future. Like, I wondered what would happen if I offered him my Pussy's Virginity in exchange I would forever lock away his cock?

I shivered as I thought of it and froze as I entered the gym. What if I did do that? I really liked the sound of that. Kylar would lose his little clits virginity; it would give him a sense of pride that he got to use his cock before it was locked away. It would create a lasting memory for him. Then, it would be like he gave me something precious I would forever hold. 

Like a binding ceremony.

I think Crystal would even like that. If we could film it, he would have a precious memory before he was locked up. 

Honestly, I was even looking to lose my pussy's virginity too. I talked to Crystal about it, but it felt weird if I lost it to a plastic cock even if it was Crystal using it. I am also on my safe days from last week. In fact, it would have to be in the next few days before I start to hit my fertile window.

The question was if I should. I was also a little afraid of rejection of it. Here I am, thinking of something nice and permanent for him, and he might even reject my offer. That would be really embarrassing. Crystal was much safer; she would take my pussy's virginity with a massive smile on her face. Or that is at least what I thought.

"Angela, what are you doing standing there?!" Mr. Trimmers suddenly called out, surprising me. I looked at him, startled, and he smiled. "Lost in thought, were you?"

"Yeah, sorry, I was completely out of it thinking about something for a couple of moments. What do you want to do today, Mr. Trimmers?" I asked, coming toward him at the door to his Office.

"Today, we are going to work on your flexibility in the training room." I froze as he said this, and I sighed, hating the thought of it. "I can tell that this is something you dislike already. You can run ten damn kilometers and get lost in it and like it. But when I tell you to sit still in a flex pose, you start to get jittery. But we are starting now; you are too stiff, Angela. I am not going to allow it any longer."

"Fine," I complained, following him into the weight room. There, I found out just how bad my flexibility was with various forms of stretching. I started with a neck stretch, then a standing calf stretch, then down to the floor, and I learned that Mr. Trimmers had a yoga certificate. 

And I had to admit to myself, I FUCKING HATED IT.

All of these stretches were so boring, and I hated doing them. But I followed the orders even into the damn dog pose or whatever it was called. He pulled out foam rollers and various other things to help me loosen up on my journey. My body resisted it, and I started to feel muscle aches surprisingly quickly with the stretches. I pushed myself and changed positions, but Mr. Trimmers looked at me struggling into a new position and finally said.

"Angela, you need to work on this slowly. You're done for the day. Go home, I will talk to Mrs. Grendier."

"What?"

"I said go home. Look at you, you dripping in sweat, and I can see the actual pain on your face as you press onwards. Your body will pull something at this rate. Your flexibility is even worse than I thought."

My shock was clear, and I looked at him, stunned, not knowing what to say. My legs, arms, back, neck, groining, elbows.  I just fucking hurt all over from stretching them, and I blushed, and sweat from stretching hard was there. "I pushed you too far today. I can see that, and I am worried you might pull something if we keep going. We are going to spend less time a day on this, but you are going home. You are going to walk home. You will not do anything strenuous for the next five hours minimum."

"What!?"

"Angela," Mr. Trimmers shouted, breaking through my shock, "You know how to treat your body. You are in pain; frankly, I should have paid more attention. Your body is too inflexible, and I pushed you too far. Frankly, the range of motion you have where you train is amazing if it were not for the fact that you train that range of motion too much. Now that we are trying to loosen you up and increase that range of movement, it is going against all your old training. We will have to slow down and adapt your body slower."

Was it that bad?

"Look, I can see the confusion on your face; in fact, I was wondering about your beep test the other day. You scored lower than someone who can do what you can and should. I think your inflexibility hurts your stamina harshly. You are fine when you are running hard, but when you have to go back and forth, duck down, and turn around, you sap your stamina quickly. It is the act of slowing down for a moment and turning back the way you came because of how inflexible you are. You may as well be a board of wood. How inflexible you are!"

"It's not that bad, is it?"

"Angela, you sweating from STRECHING. I see you stretch all the time for running. But as soon as it comes to flexibility, are you like this? Your stretches, it seems, have been incredibly two-dimensional for too long. Now, we are slowly going to adapt your stretch training into your routine. I am going to come up with a routine based on today and what I saw and make something with Mrs. Grendier to start to do EVERY DAY. Before you go on a run, I will want you to do it. Before you play Volleyball, you will do this stretching routine."

Mr. Timmers came over and started to feel up my legs with my clothing over the top, and I could feel him checking my muscles. He was through and took his time, and I winced as he went over everything. "Good, I feel nothing that is out of place. You seem not to be injured and don't need to go to the hospital."

"Okay," I sighed. I laid back, groaned, and felt my muscles pulling at each other. "At least it is not an injury, and you are probably right. My Sensei has been telling me the same thing," I sighed.

"Good, go home, walk it off and on Monday I will have a routine for you to do. Hopefully in a week or two you will have a larger range of movement."

"I don't get it," I told him honestly, "I can do so much without this being an issue," I said, feeling pain all over in ways that did not feel normal.

"Angela, You have not been training range of movement. You have been repeating the same movements. Moving your hips, legs, and arms in the same direction. You are a runner, but you do free running. Not Track running, which is slightly different."

"But I can move on sand so easily."

"Your calves are not hurting right now?"

"No, my ankles and calves are fine," I replied.

"Then you have been training the range of movement on them, unlike the rest of your body. Honestly, I never seen a case like yours. You have a long way to go."

"Fuck."

"Let me help you up," Mr. Trimmers said and came over to help me up. I grunted as I was brought to my feet, and I moved like I just got fucked in the ass. My legs were straight out, and I moved stupidly forward to a wall and sighed. "You okay?"

"Gimme one sec; I did not realize it was this bad." 

So I started to stretch my legs and move again, and I took a moment to work out my normal range of movement once again. The pain laced my senses, but it was something that I quickly got over, and I sneered. "I really fucked myself this time. Sensei always told me my Ground game was shit because of my lack of motion. I hated training my flexibility and it has come to bite me in the ass harder than I ever thought it would." I started to laugh a painful laugh, "that is what I get for not listening to my Sensei," I said with genuine humor. I started to walk normally, just tanking the pain like I have done so many times. 

"I will see you Monday, Mr. Trimmers," I told him, and he watched me, clearly worried.

"Get someone to pick you up, Angela. You need to rest, then go for a walk after a bit. I fucked up; I pushed you too far. The last thing we need is for you to injure yourself. Trevor, the guy yesterday,  was very interested in your MMA fighting and running videos. He said he is going to send your tapes to friends. Hopefully, that will work out for you."

"Thanks, Mr. Trimmers. Oh, can I get you to ask Trevor for a copy of that fight? I want to see it." I said and walked to my bag and reached down and cursed, "Ah, FUCK~!" 

I winced in pain, and he was right; I pushed myself too far. It has been years since I did something stupid like this to myself and pushed beyond my capacity. Who the fuck would have thought that the new stretches and Yoga would be the factor that took me out. I reached into my bag, and I saw a couple of condoms dropped to the floor, I ignored them and picked out my phone. I opened it up, and just as I called Crystal, Mr. Trimmers said, "Sure, I will ask him for a copy. I will get you a copy as soon as I can."

"Mistress?" I heard a sleepy voice say tiredly, instantly taking my attention.

"Crystal, I need a pick-up. I pushed myself too hard, and I have muscle pain."

"What?" Crystal said her voice more serious, "Did you get hurt?"

"Oh, it hurts, but I am not injured; let's just say that I learned how bad my flexibility really is."

"You're pretty flexible," Crystal said, confused, "Why would your flexibility be an issue? You can-"

"Crystal, I am in a bit of pain right now. I could really use you to come to the front of my school and pick me up."

"Oh, Sorry, we can talk when I get there. Give me a minute to get some clothes on, and I will be there. No more than ten minutes."

"Thanks," I replied.

I hung up and pressed my shoulder against the wall, which sent a shot of pain through me. "Fuck you, Mr. Trimmers," I said with a humorous tone, "God, I hurt. It hasn't been since I was fourteen, I think, since I hurt this much. I thought I learned my lesson then not to push myself too far. Always stretch to stop this feeling or at least lower it. But here I am, learning that I have not been perfect." I sighed, "I only have myself to blame."

"Are you okay?" Mr. Trimmers asked, worried.

"Oh, I will be fine, but I am not picking those up, Mr. Trimmers, and unless you want people to ask questions neither of us wants to answer, I need you to pick them up for me." I said, pointing at the condoms that fell out of my bag. I did not even notice the slight hole in my backpack. I really needed a new one. This one was wearing out fast.

"Angela, Are you sexually active?" Mr. Trimmers asked as he came forward, and I laughed.

"Am I? The answer to that is yes. Since the start of the school year, I have become sexually active." I told him bluntly. I turned to him put my back against the wall, and smiled at the man. "Is that a problem?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, actually, I don't want you to get pregnant; it would ruin your prospects."

I could not help it; I started to laugh hard. It hurt so fucking much, but it was too funny. I laughed without restraint, and it felt both painful and good as I laughed it all out. I looked at his confused face and grinned, "Mr. Trimmers, I am sexually active, but you don't need to worry about that," I said, chuckling, "I already got a woman pregnant; you don't need to worry." I said and realized I said the wrong thing, "I mean, I use condoms, right, I am not pregnant, and I don't expect to get pregnant. Let's drop this conversation."

Mr. Trimmers' eyes narrowed, and he picked up the condoms by my feet and handed them to me, "Angela," he said slowly, "I am not going to ask anything more on this as it is not appropriate for me. I need to say that for Olympians, you can't get pregnant early in life."

"Mr. Trimmers, that will not be an issue. Now, let's drop the subject; help me out of this room and make sure I don't fall."

Mr. Trimmers shut his mouth like a good person, and we started to work our way out of the weight room. I walked across the gym. With each step, things were getting just the slightest bit easier, but pain laced all the freshly stretched muscles that I was unused to stretching. I winced with each step, and after some time, I made it to the front of the school. I saw Crystal's car driving up to the front of the school, and I smiled. Crystal parked the car, got out, and saw me, and her eyes widened.

"Are you okay?!" Crystal exclaimed worriedly.

"Angela is fine. We learned that she needed to move slower during her flexibility training. If the pain continues after four more hours or doesn't start to decrease after four hours, go to a hospital." Mr. Trimmers advised, "Now, go home and rest."

I nodded and moved; Crystal looked at me, worried. I got into her hybrid car, and she got into the driver's seat after I got into the car. "You know, this might be the last time you ever see me like this?" I said.

"I hope so," Crystal said, "You were not gone long."

"Oh, I want to change the subject from my muscle pain."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I was thinking about if I should lose my virginity before I did this to myself."

"You were talking about it the other day," Crystal replied as she started to drive out of the school parking lot. 

"Yeah, I was thinking, Kylar, you know that girly femboy I brought back?"

"That cute one?"

"The really cute one that I don't hate. Like a dude that I actually like to fuck instead of hate fucking them?" I chuckled, and Crystal chuckled, too, "Well, I gave him an offer the other day, and to my surprise, he took it."

"What was it this time? You make offers that blow my mind."

"I offered to take care of him for the rest of his life. In exchange, he becomes my girly slave for the rest of his life. He will do whatever I tell him and be my slave, body, mind, and soul. He will follow me around for his entire life doing my bidding."

Crystal pulled to the side of the road and stopped, looking at me sharply, "What did he reply with?" Crystal asked seriously.

"I could not believe it. I was going to tell you yesterday, but I forgot if I was being honest," I told her, making her sigh. "But then, to my utter surprise, he said yes."

Crystal started to laugh, "Really, you are fucking insane. You turned him into your actual fucking slave," Crystal shook her head, "I will admit, I am slightly annoyed that you did not consult me on this. But a little sissy maid around can be fun. Well, tell me what you were thinking."

"I was thinking of offering to do something with you and him. I am not going to lie to you. I feel like my virginity is holding me back a little with my pussy now. I don't want to lose it to just anyone. I want to offer it to you, but I also kind of want to lose it to a real dick. So," I sighed, "I thought about offering it to Kyle with you there. We can make it some type of thing where he gives up his masculinity to me. He will get a taste of pussy once, or maybe only once a year when I choose, and for the rest of the year, I lock him up." I chuckled, "It sounds nice to me."

"You are a sadistic queen. You are way worse to men than you are to women, though."

"What about Tracy?" I asked.

"Tracy, who you backed off on?" Crystal asked.

"I- I guess I can't really fight that."

"Exactly; what do you think about it all, though?" Crystal asked.

"I like the idea of it. I have been having issues remembering things, keeping in contact with people, and managing my schedule. Also, if I have a dedicated maid around, she can also be my cameraman."

"You are amazing," Crystal laughed as she continued driving again. "I have to say, I did not expect this."

"Well, I need to ask this: are you mad at me for not telling you till now or for adding someone to our relationship without consulting you?" I asked, extremely worried now that I thought about it more.

Crystal looked at me, shocked. "No, I am not actually surprisingly." Crystal said, "You know, I know my past self would have been, I mean the me before I met you," Crystal explained, "but I know you, Angela. When you say you forgot, it means that you forgot. I can't find it in me to blame you for that with everything going on in your life. Also, I have seen it; you move on a whim. You do something without thinking about it, and it is so fucking hot. This was probably acting on a whim without thinking about the consequences, and to be honest, I love that part of you, too."

It was my turn to look at her. I was completely shocked, and she started to pull into the garage and park the car before turning to me. "I know that you recently got a woman pregnant, and that is weighing on your mind. You just started sports, and you have your sensei, a new relationship, and a new job. A new car, you're fucking homeless, and You have multiple lovers to take care of. You almost got raped, and you have those criminal charges against that kid that tried to attack you, which we should get updated on. You have your Mother and father to deal with and a new half-sister that you are apparently cock caging. Jake is trying to come back into your life. You have those twins, Hilda," Crystal ranted, "And you forgot something?" Crystal said, looking at me, "I-" She threw up her hands, "I am probably missing things going on in your mind and putting pressure on you. Yeah, you have sports, volleyball, college applications, and grades to keep up! THE LIST GOES ON!"

Crystal turned to me, grabbed my face, and stared into my eyes hard, "I wish you had told me sooner, yeah. I wish you told me before you even offered it to the young man. But honestly, I am not mad; in fact, I am happy for you. Seriously, it will help both of us. As long as I get to control the little bitch as your girlfriend, why would I be mad? In fact, I will teach the little bitch how to clean up after you!" Crystal said excitedly, "The thought of you having a little bitch following you around is nice! I like it, and I like that I will get more films; honestly, on the nights you are not around, I seriously like flicking my bean. I like masturbating, Angela. I like watching you A LOT. So, am I angry? No. Please, do not think that; in fact, the more I think about it, the more I like it."

I could not help but smile at her, "You know Angela," Crystal said after a moment before I could talk, "I know I have not said much about my old relationships, but you can, in fact, betray me; you know?" Crystal said, looking away from me, "I like open relationships. I like being with you; I like you being with others in front of me and while I am not there. Both excite me a lot. The only thing that I will never forgive, ever forgive, is betraying me by going behind my back, developing feelings for someone, and prioritizing them over me without ever letting me know what is happening. I just want a chance to take you back if that starts to happen. I honestly trust you like no other in any of my past relationships for one simple reason," Crystal sighed, "You just tell me things. You have accepted the premise of being able to fuck others. When I set up a boundary, you don't push it. You don't try to see where that boundary line starts. You take my words, listen to them, and don't go past them. You don't even attempt to go past. You don't apologize for what you fuck up on. You just try and do better. You prove with your actions that you mean what you say. I can tell that you did not think for one moment to hide any of this from me. You turned to me and asked me to remind you as soon as you remembered. You told me the first moment that you could, and you remembered. You, Just you, have done this in my life. You don't do it because you are trying your hardest to be honest with me." Crystal laughed, "This is you. You look at me and tell me how you see things.  I tell you that I love you. You don't reject me; you don't fake confess; you looked me in the eyes, did not even try to avoid the topic, and said, 'I like you; I do not know if this is love, and I have never had prior relationships so I know I have feelings for you, but at this point, I only know it is like.' Angela, you do not hide who you are. You are blunt, and I know you have lied. I have seen you lie, yet you never lied to me when it matters. So, in a past relationship with someone, not you, I would be livid. I would be raving angry, and we would be arguing right now. But you, Angela, and only you, Angela, I trust you, Angela."

"I will never abuse that trust," I told her bluntly.

"I believe you. So, let's get out of this car, and we can discuss this a little later. Also, We should bring Kyle over tonight so we can talk. I think I need to know your new little maid better if he is going to be living with us."

"You are such a good girlfriend," I said as I opened the door and stepped out without thinking. Pain hit me as my muscles let me know what they thought of my movements. "FUCK! THAT'S RIGHT MUSCLE PAIN!"