Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 287/ 37: More Enthusiasm

This was one of the feelings I constantly enjoyed in the mornings as the winter was coming on. Our state was cold enough to snow a little in the winters, and that was always nice. I never really disliked the cold weather, but I never really cared as much for winter sports as I do summer sports. The cold autumn air was starting to get increasingly cooler, which only assisted me when I finished stretching near my car, WHICH STILL DID NOT HAVE A TICKET ON IT. 

I quickly stretched till I was all ready, and I took off down the street and felt my hair trailing behind me as I went. I knew that leaving my hair was a weak point, but I loved this feeling. I moved, continued to sprint, and smiled as the pain in my limbs from yesterday disappeared. It was something that many people who exercised regularly got to. Your body just got used to it and would make small incremental increases. The small tears would take longer to reach, so healing those tears would be harder and harder as you continued.

Sprinting down the street, I saw a bunch of cars driving down the road, which was unusual, but it was none of my business. Then I heard a bunch of police sirens, and I started to watch out in case there was something happening around me. I ran and slowed down in case I needed to dodge something or fight. If the police were out doing shit, that never meant anything good. 

Despite the fact that there were police around, nothing happened on my way to school. But I decided being out on the street outside was not a great idea, so I walked up to Nelson, who was just opening the front doors with a yawn.

"Ah, it is another quiet morning," Nelson muttered under his breath, and I walked up behind him.

"Did you not just hear the police sirens?" I asked, and Nelson jumped and pushed open the door, looking at me in surprise and then rolling his eyes. 

"Oh, Angela, you here to make another mess?"

"Well, as a homeless woman, I am looking to solve that,' I chuckled as he looked at me surprised. I am buying a house; don't worry about it; if the house I want comes through, then I will no longer have to clean the Teachers' locker room."

Nelson blinked a couple of times, then sighed, "And that young man is with you?" Nelson asked, pointing behind me. Kylar was walking up to me, and I smiled.

"Yes, that is my little maid," I told him with a grin, and Nelson sighed again.

"Please, restore your filter with me, Angela. You are going to be the student who haunts me after you finish this school year," Nelson said, making me laugh.

"At least that makes me memorable. I got that going for me, right?"

"Are you a narcissist?"

I could not help but laugh. I looked over to my little maid, coming closer, and replied, "Maybe I should try being one? Make everyone walk on eggshells around me and try to maintain a perfect reputation of my choosing. Do you think I could pull it off?"

"No, you are too damn blunt," Nelson replied with a laugh of his own, "Now go away and play with whomever. Please stop making messes at some point."

"Hey, I cleaned up after myself yesterday."

"Poorly," Nelson gave me a stink eye, "Seriously, you are bad at cleaning."

"Well, it is not like I have a damn mop to do a better job."

"True."

"Good Morning, Mistress," Kylar said, and I grinned.

"Come, maid. I want to chat with you while we wait. See you later, Nelson. Keep it real. I swear I will buy you something cool soon. Do you have a wish list?"

"Buy me a barbeque set, then. I haven't had a nice grilled burger in a while."

"Done, only if you invite me over, though."

"You really look to get me in trouble."

"Well," I said, pausing so I did not have to yell, "I am eighteen; I am legal!"

"You are too young for me."

"Nelson, I meant that you can wait till I am no longer a student. Just invite me to a barbeque once, and I will be happy. You have already done so much for me. However, please give me a list of nice barbeques. Don't pick out something cheap. I want to get you one that is nice, and you will keep it for a lifetime and think about all the times you had to clean up my cum.

"Fuck off!":

I laughed, walking down the hallway with a massive smile. "Mistress, do you want me to start cleaning up after you?" Kylar asked, and I turned to him and smiled. 

"You still need an education, Kylar; I don't want to completely fuck you over in case you hate me one day. At least finish this school year out, and you may need to take a couple of secretary or executive assistant courses so you can be the best maid you can be. That way, you will always be rewarded for being around me," I said with a smile, "Imagine me smiling at you and saying a good job before I stuff you with so much cock that it blows our mind," I said as we were reaching the Teachers locker room and Kylar shivered and he reached down a little.

"Yes, Mistress," Kylar replied with a massive blush.

"Perfect, you understand me."

We walked into the Locker room, and I turned to Kylar, "Okay, now we are alone for a bit before the dumbass Greg gets here," I sighed, "Change." I said, and Kylar smiled and started to strip and pulled off her backpack and started to get changed into a slutty little maid for his Mistress.

Kyle might actually be a man, but when he dressed up as a woman, he became Kylar, my little maid, and frankly, except for the lack of breasts, he looked completely like a woman. It was almost uncanny how close it was. In fact, when he dressed in the boy's uniform, it was more like a girl trying to dress up as a boy than the other way around.

I watched as he put on the thigh-highs and smiled. "You know, I would love to see you always in a maid costume. How is the chastity cage?" I asked finally, and Kylar turned to me, blushing, as he finished putting on the stockings. 

"It is tight, and it hurts when I see you do things to other men, Mistress."

"Well, are you liking it?" I asked curiously.

Kylar blushed, "I- I like the ownership it gives you over me." 

With the blush on his face and the little dance with his thighs, I could tell that she was embarrassed by it all. "You have no problem with me controlling you. No, it turns you on," I remarked, "Good." I finished, no longer caring. Kylar blushed, "Then I am going to tell you how your life is going to go. I am thinking of forever robbing you of your dick, Kylar, if I want you to become a woman, not a trans woman. Just my woman. I will refer to you as such; you will live as such. You will be my bitch. Will you do it? Never wearing men's clothing again."

Kylar blushed and looked away, "I like being a man."

"Then you are a femboy," I said bluntly, "You do not have to think of yourself as a woman. You can be my little femboy I fuck in the ass that I bring around with me around the nation as I compete and work. Taking care of all the small details that I cannot be bothered with. Does that make you happy?"

Kylar looked away, "Do we have to go over this now?" 

"Kylar, Kyle," I said slowly, "This is the most important decision in your life. We can modify small details later, but this is our relationship and defining it moving forward. I am you, Mistress. I am your trainer. I will shape you to be what I WANT YOU TO BE." I said very seriously, "Do you think this is me joking? That I would be causal with my little maid that I expect to follow me around for the rest of my life? I am expecting you to live for me. Always for me, Kyle." I sneered, "Do you think I would be half-assed about this?"

Kyle looked at me seriously and nodded. "Sorry, Mistress, I am just getting embarrassed. I want to continue my decision; I just can't imagine myself ten years from now, still bowing to you. It sounds wonderful," He said.

"You are hopeless, I like that," I said honestly, smiling, "You are taking a risk, Kyle. A serious risk, so I will also be putting on the side a portion of whatever inheritance I have in the future to be put towards taking care of you in case I die before you." I told him.

Kyle looked at me, shocked. "You-"

"Shut up, idiot; I am thinking about the nature of the relationship and everything you will be giving up. This is more than a marriage for you, dumbass. This is giving up everything in your life to serve me. That is what I have been asking, and you have agreed to. So shut up and think, This is no laughing matter, and you need to think about things. Because after this, I will no longer change things, or, more like, YOU will never be able to change things. You may request, BUT, I, Will, CONTROL, YOU, Period." I stopped staring into his eyes, "You will be my maid, and I will be your master. You will give up everything. That is what you asked, and I offered. In return, I will take care of you and toy with you. Pleasure you, mess with you. Hurt you, and fuck you to my enjoyment. But I will be taking care of you first and foremost. I will be in charge of your Mental and physical health. You will be leaving those things to me. Do you think I take that responsibility lightly?" 

"I didn't think about it."

"I know," I replied, pinching the bridge of my nose. I did not think you would accept, but I find myself happy that you did. But I did not expect someone to take such a," I closed my eyes to think of the best way to say it, "a subservient role in my life. To happily give up freedom to be my Masochist slave maid."

Kyle blushed and nodded.

A hand hit the door, and Greg walked in. I turned to Kylar, "You will think about these things. I will be bringing you to see my girlfriend soon. I think maybe even tonight. I will let you know."

"Yes, Mistress," Kylar said, bowing with a blush, but I could see the gears turning in her head now.

Was I the only one taking that vow seriously until now?

I still had to talk to Alex about what her vow meant and what she wanted from it.

I sighed, looking at Greg, who came in with a scowl. "Well, Greg, welcome back. Can you Attempt number two for our second bet? Or would you like to attempt something different?"

I pulled down my pants, and I could see the scowl on his face. "You know, I have to ask because my brain can't stop asking me this." Greg said, "Why does a big dicked bitch like you wear panties?" he asked, and I looked at him, Surprised. "Seriously, isn't it a fucking pain with that?" He said, pointing at my dick, and continued, "Like Boxers would be more comfortable, would they not be? Like seriously?"

"Are you fucking stupid?" I asked bluntly, "Three reasons; first of all, I have no fucking obligation to tell you. But because you are stupid, I will let you know. Do you think I haven't tried boxers before? What do you think would happen with loose fucking boxers if I got a hard-on?" I asked bluntly. 

"It would poke down your leg.

"Exactly, My panties put up a better fucking effort to buy me time to get somewhere where I can calm down. Second, I like being a woman; I like wearing panties, and I like matching underwear. Is it bad that I like being a woman? Doing womanly things as someone who is intersex?" I asked bluntly, as this was making me angry. "And third, why the fuck would I want to wear boxers? They are so fucking stupid looking. Panties are softer, lighter, sexier, and come in more variety. I just do like them better, but more than anything, it is something I fucking like."

I stood and stalked over to him, "Does that fucking answer your question Cock munch? Because you have a dick, you should be sucking instead of asking your Mistress questions. Now, you have five fucking minutes to get me hard and slobber over my fucking cock, or I am going to get more angry that you see me now for asking invasive questions. In fact, I might just visit you at home now or make you visit a BDSM dungeon with me where I will make you scream."

Greg looked at me, and his face paled, and he fell to his knees, and I felt him kiss my cock. He then licked up the length and started to get to work. He did nothing but lick up and down the length and give a half-ass blowjob, and I felt basically nothing from it. He was clearly faking his submission; although he might be afraid, there was no subservience. "You are failing to turn me on at all," I said bluntly, and he froze. "If you do not do better, then you can fuck off, and I will show off the video of you sucking my dick to the school. Otherwise, hurry the fuck up and do something that actually feels good."

"I am trying," Greg said, and I looked down as he half-assedly kissed my flaccid cock again, and I sighed.

"You know, I am going to get a fucking blowjob from you, and I don't feel like advertising my cock to have a hundred women with a big dick fetish coming to look for me," I joked a little despite my anger, "So you have two options, do better, or I will pleasure myself with your mouth. Pick before I do."

His lips pushed back the foreskin on the head of my cock that only appeared when I was completely flaccid, and he started to work his tongue around the length and grabbed his head. "I decided that I am going to pleasure myself since you obviously can't." I sneered, and I turned to Kylar and slapped my ass once, "Get your tongue digging into my asshole today. You will get to suck on it for the first time."

Kylar lit up, and her desire was unmistakable. She dove forward, and I felt her spread my asscheeks, and her tongue quickly teased my asshole, sending an odd pleasure I was unused to. I moaned a little as Kylar sucked and licked around my sphincter, sending little chills up my spine that made my cock harden, and I looked down at Greg.

"See, this is called enthusiasm, Greg. Do better next time, and you might not be treated so rough," I said before moaning, and I shoved my rapidly hardening cock down his throat, and I felt him shiver. "Suck, bitch, suck harder." I sneered, and I shoved my cock down deep, and he gagged on my cock.

Not that I gave a fuck.

This was just the start, and I began to thrust in and out while Kylar sucked and teased my asshole with great relish. It was such a tease, and I moaned as it was such a different pleasure than normal. 

I should try it more often.

Taking more and more pleasure from Greg's throat, he started to gag, and I thrust without care, feeling his throat expand and contract as I moved in and out of it. I was quickly working myself up to an orgasm, and his lips sucked harder on me before he coughed a bunch of spit around my cock. 

All it did was lubricate my cock more as I pushed in and out of him, moaning as I got closer and closer to orgasm. The peak came swiftly, and Kylar shoved his tongue deep into my asshole, sending a nice shiver up my spine, which was enough for a small orgasm that I pulled back just enough to flood Greg's mouth instead of down his throat.

He stood no chance as I powered four ropes of cum just past his lips while he was coughing on his spit. Around my cock the cum burst out and all over my cock and the floor between us while I held his head in spot, and he tried to swallow my cum.

Yet he failed and continued to cough more and more cum from his mouth. Pulling my cock out of his mouth, I pulled Kylar out of my ass, much to his disappointment, I noticed as I looked back and I smiled. "I will be doing something to you soon, Kylar; your devotion has been noted, and I have plans."

The smile that swept his face took away that depressive look that was there moments before. I turned back to Greg, and I looked disappointed. "how are you such a fucking failure. You have two more attempts. Now I have to fucking put up with more of your bullshit, Greg. Do you think I fucking want you around here?" I asked the man, coughing on spit and semen on all fours doubled over. "I can get a fucking better blowjob from my maid, my skank, my bitch, my mind, let alone some stupid twit like you. Go fucking buy a goddamn dildo from a shop and do better. Also, Kylar, did I give this bitch any tasks to do?"

"No, Mistress, that is to the Cuck." Kylar dutifully replied, and I pressed my foot on Greg's back. "Then what the fuck is this bitch still doing here?" I asked.

Greg trembled under my foot, and he looked up to see me glaring down at him with my cock hard in his vision, and I could see something in his eyes. Something that I had not seen in them before but I could not read. It was something akin to surprise, but I did not know what.

"You are trash to me, Greg, less than trash," I told him, "I will at least pick up litter to toss in the proper bin. I just see you on the floor, failing yet again on such a fucking simple bet, and I see nothing. You," I said and pointed at the door, "Get the fuck out."

I stepped off of him, and Greg was blushing. I noticed as he got up, and once again, he left. As he stomped out of the locker room, I noticed the wet spot around his cock with the bulge pressing against his pants, and I shook my head. 

"How the fuck do I keep attracting Masochists around me, Kylar?" I asked someone who was attracted to me and turned my head.

"Because you are amazing, Mistress. He is lucky to even have the time of day around you."

I chuckled and shook my head. "Yeah, but he doesn't think that," I told Kylar. You know, if you play your cards right, Kylar, you will become my best friend?" I said with a smile and saw his eyes light up. You will become my closest confidant along with my girlfriend. Maybe even more?" I said, questioning myself, "Because you will be around me twenty-four-seven, like a shadow ready to follow orders."

"I like the sound of that Mistress."

I looked at him and could not help but reply, "You know, I believe you."