Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 275/ 25: To See Little Star

It was weird; I had more free time than ever, and now, I did not know what to fucking do with myself! Then I went to the gym. There was a small set of equipment for the school that I could use to weight lift. It was mainly there for the football team. But I had made use of it, too; women needed to learn proper form as well.

It had been a while since I had used the set, so I set out bored and doing nothing. After I had completely dressed, I walked with no real purpose, and the gymnasium was empty. I headed to the rarely used weight room. I yawned as I entered the room and heard a bunch of the weights being lifted. I noticed that the boy's class was here, and Mr. Trimmers was talking to them. It was a gym class, and the class used the room. 

This was annoying, but it should not matter if I used the room, too. I walked over and saw Greg using a leg machine. I walked by and grinned as I saw Mr. Trimmers see me. "Angela, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I was bored and realized I had too much time to wander around. So I came here to work out. I did not know that your class was going to be here; sorry about that."

"I don't mind. Do the rest of you mind that a woman is in here with you?" Mr. Trimmers asked with a smile.

A bunch of the men grumbled, but no one spoke up, and I smiled, "Then I will try not to get in your way. I can only do some light working out anyway."

So, I got started at the weighted squat machine and stretched before it while putting on one thirty. The weights on my legs should not affect my squats since they were around my ankles, so I put them in position. Then, after I was limber, I got started.

What I got for my efforts was a lot of gawking as I started to outlift the young men. I was in perfect form and continued without an issue. I kept the workout light and did a few sets and a small number of reps. So, fifteen reps with two sets on each. It was just enough to get my blood pumping, and I zoned out.

I noticed as I went around that Mr. Timmers had started using me as an example, showing the men how I held perfect form as I went through each exercise, explaining why it was perfect. I allowed him to even touch a little as he pointed out certain things. I even held positions for him as I was the one intruding on his call. "Angela, I hope you do not mind being a training dummy; you just have amazing form."

"It's fine; you can use me to show off form as long as you allow me to continue to use the weights during this time."

"Deal, boys, let's ask Angela to do those squats again, and we can show you how you should change depending on your leg and torso length. No one is the same," Mr. Timmers began. I shrugged as I moved on along with him and started to show. It was actually a little fun, and I enjoyed myself being an example.

Then I moved on to other equipment while the boys took turns fixing up their forms to their bodies. It was mutually beneficial and allowed me to move on to the machines they had been using. It was a swap between example and free time, and before I even knew it, the bell rang, and I got off the machine and stretched. "Angela, stay here for a minute; I want to talk."

The boys left, filtering out of the gym, and I walked up to Mr. Trimmers, "Angela, your form it's fucking pristine; the weight you're doing too, amazing. I think you can do better with the stretching, though. You can even add some weightlifting to it. Do you want to learn?"

I looked at him and almost sighed. "Okay, Mr. Trimmers, I will do it."

"Good. I think you are really physically talented, Angela. Your form is amazing, and you are doing great. I cannot wait to start showing you off at some meets. You are seriously talented. Now, Mrs. Grenadier will not wait forever; you both should be meeting on the sand pit outside."

"Thanks!" I replied, grabbed my things, and heard my phone ring.

I pulled it out and picked it up before I could see the ID. "Mistress, um, are we still meeting up tonight?"

"I figured we were," I said nonchalantly, "I had not seen anything from you lately, though.

"Sorry, Mistress, I have been insanely busy. Did you get the money?"

"I was notified that a depraved slave paid."

"Oh, Perfect, worth every penny," Hilda moaned on the other side of the phone, "Mistress, is it possible for me to have you for the entire night into the morning?"

"What?"

"Um, I have been loving your work, and this slave is getting greedy. I really want to relax a little with you afterward. I am sorry if that is too much!"

I was walking outside to the sand pit, where I saw Mrs. Grendier, and I thought about it and decided. "I have no other plans if you want to wallow in depravity a little longer, but I will make you sleep in a depraved way as well. You will especially become my pillow. You will have a very long night if you agree. Also, I expect a bonus for my extra long consulting time."

"ABSOLUTELY MISTRESS~!" Hilda exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I should not yell. I just... this week has been hell. I really need to relax."

"OK, I will see you in the usual place, Little Star. I will see you then." I hung up, looked at my phone, and smiled. "Well, that was interesting." I shrugged, put my phone back in my bag, and stretched a little, feeling a little sore in my legs.

"Angela, you done with your phone call?" Mrs. Grendier asked.

"Last minute business that couldn't wait, sorry."

"No worries, I understand, and you never made a habit of it. Now, how was this morning?"

"Light?" I replied, asking myself, "Mr. Trimmers said my form is almost perfect, which makes me wonder what is wrong with it."

"Well, not so much as wrong, but if it is optimal for you. We will look into that with you as we move forward because nothing is perfect." Mrs. Grendier said and smiled, "You're back to wearing weights again."

"Yup, I take them off for my period, but I tend to keep them on at all other times when not at home."

"Okay, Well, we are going to work on some usual stuff, mostly serving. I want to see how you are on the soft sand versus the gym floor. Mind if I start to videotape you?"

"Go ahead as long as we are not shooting a porno," I said with a smile and received a glare in return, making me chuckle.

What began next was my usual torment of Mrs. Grendiers' imagination. She put the camera on a tripod, and we went to work. First, it was serves, then rallying and aim. It was normal, and I went at it with only slight issues. The weights on my body made it so I did not jump as high, so I had to adjust. Spikes, I had the same issue but could still do it.

I went at it, collected balls, and went back to practicing. Sweat and sand got all over my body, and I did not stop to rest once. It had been a long day, and that familiar, exhilarating pain hit me as I was making gains. I did not stop and found myself finally losing control of my breathing. Mrs. Grendier stopped me.

"Angela, amazing hassle, but it looks like you're done. That is not normal for you," Mrs. Grendier said.

"Yeah, long day, Morning run, did a bunch of laps, ran all first period, enjoyed some time with a friend. Then I did some weights with Mr. Trimmers during the third period, and now," I said, "I am reaching my end. Not quite there, but it has been a long time since I found the end of my body's road; it's nice." I sighed as I caught my breath, trying to regain control once more.

"Well, it is impressive how well you are doing. Seriously impressive, but I am with Mr. Timmers; your flexibility is holding you back. In fact, although it surprises me to say this, I think or believe I should say that your flexibility is one of the problems with your aim and power if your flexibility allows for greater wind-up and movement in the air. If done properly, You could increase your spike speed to things bordering world records."

"What?"

"Yes, I mean that; I have never said it to anyone else either. Your wind-up and your movements in the air when jumping are stiff. That is where you are having the most issues, too. Your arm movement, your stomach, and your hip movement all lack flexibility. Your range of movement in your legs is good, but the rest needs work."

"Okay, Sensei said I needed to work on Flexibility; if you and Mr. Trimmers say I need to, then I will." I could not help but sigh, "What are we going to do?" I asked.

"Mr. Timmers will deal with that. We are going to continue what you are doing now. The tournament is coming up, and your Accuracy needs to be better. Now, Get back out there," She said with a grin.

Then I was spiking serving more and more till the bell rang, and Mrs. Grendier dismissed me.

It was odd, but I just walked away and was covered in sweat and dirt. There was no way I did not have a shower; Even I could smell that I fucking stank. Walking through the gym over to the bathroom, I did not have much time to waste. I got into the teacher's locker room and tossed my bag to the side after getting my shower shit. 

Not even five minutes later, I was in my cleaner clothes, but I was still a bit of a mess. I walked down the hallways and quickly exited the school without further incident. I walked a little and found the car that was waiting for me, and I walked up. The door opened, and I got into the back and smiled, looking at the blonde older woman.

I could see her smiling as I entered, and I looked at her. "Take us to a place where we can buy me some clothes, then some toys. You are going to have a long night, Little Star." I said, turning to look at her as I dumped my bag between us. "You said you want me to sleep over?" 

"Yes, Mistress, one second please, Mistress," Little Star said, and she pushed a button, "To a nice clothing store."

"One that also sells gym clothes," I said solidly, knowing I would need some for tomorrow.

"Then we will be going to the toy store, you know, the one." Little Star finished. Then she finished and turned to me, "Acceptable, Mistress?"

"Good girl, now, I will give you a choice. Option one, low intensity; option two, medium intensity; option three, high intensity; and the last option, Mercy will not be given." I said slowly. Then I smiled and looked at her, "What do you want, Little Star? Since I have you all night to play with, how intense do you want your Mistress to be? Oh, and one last thing." I chuckled a little, "You have no chance to change it after you decide."

"You mean~!" the older woman complained, "But if I have no chance to change, how will I know?!"

"You don't slut. Now pick before we get to the store, oh, and pick quickly. It decides what you're allowed to do inside this car with my body."

"Um, then, show me no mercy, Mistress," Hilda said. I have been in meetings and various things. I don't want to think about anything other than what you are doing to me." Hilda complained about her week, and I grinned.

"Well then, Little Star, I am going to ensure that you regret that choice; now," I took off my pants, "You have till we arrive to make me cum three times; otherwise," I let my voice trail off, and Hilda shivered, and she pulled off the coat that she was wearing. Under it was a black dress that looked easy to access below. She did nothing more than toss the jacket to the car floor and then crawled onto the seat over to me, and her lips wrapped around my flaccid cock.

I laid back and felt as she started to get me all hard, and then I struck. I grabbed her head and turned my body while wrapping my legs around her neck. It put my back against the door, and she froze, but I forced her head down on my cock without restraint. "You better hurry the fuck up, bitch. You get two breaths, pleasure me, or you going to black out whore."

I shoved her head up and down the length of my cock as she struggled a little, and I moaned in reply as she tried and failed to get loose. Her mouth and lips quivered on my cock. Her throat tightened up, and I watched her eyes, full of excitement, start to roll back as I forced her by her hair to choke on my cock hard and fast. The pleasure was amazing while I choked her with a cock, and I pulled her head back and extracted my cock as her eyes were starting to roll back, and her hand tapped my thigh repeatedly.

"Breath, whore," I snapped, and Little Star only had time to take one long sharp breath before she was back on my cock with my legs, allowing no retreat. Her throat bulged, and I let her see no mercy. I fucked her throat long and hard and reached a peak, and released as I forcefully shoved my cock deep.

I felt her throat tighten and her moan as I released my baby batter down her throat without restraint. I moaned and rolled my eyes back a little before I let go as I finished my first Ejaculation. "Mmm, Not bad, Breathe," I said as she pulled my cock out of her throat and gasped for air. "Remember, though, three times before your driver gets there, your punishment is the same if you fail to reach three even if you get two."

Hilda looked at me, surprised, and I grinned. "No, mercy, Little Star. Now, Your Mistress is waiting."

Hilda nodded and came back, and I fucked her throat hard once more without restraint. The sound of her throat being pounded filled the back of the car, and I moaned as she was bringing me closer and closer. The car did not stop as I let Hilda breathe before I shoved my cock back into her throat as the car came to a stop. My second throat fucking was not even done, and the driver said that we were there. 

Hilda was not safe because we arrived, though, and I finished up fucking her throat. The violent sound of her face being fucked continued till I reached my next peak and let loose another round of cum straight into her tummy. "Too bad, Punishment when we get to the toy store." I said, "Does he know to go to my girlfriend's toy store?"

Hilda could not respond as I finished down her throat before I let her free, and she gasped and coughed. "Yes, Mistress, he does."

"Good whore. You teach your people at least that well." I stuffed my cock dripping with her spit into my pants as I pulled them back on, and Hilda regained her breath. "Come on whore. Let's go."

I finished up, but the bulge was there. I then opened the door while Hilda got her shit together and walked around the car to look at the place we went to. I did not recognize the brand name, but I did not really give a fuck either. Hilda got out of the car a moment later, and her black dress looked nice. It was a low cut, and you could easily see the top of her breasts. The skirt was adorned with little star specks, and I smiled.

She was loving her nickname more and more. 

The heels she wore made her look good, and we walked in. I noticed her black purse was nice, too. It was a small observation, but I was only starting to pay attention. "This is a nice place, this town. I noticed most shops have a back-of-store collection with their brand. It is weird the number of kinksters in this town."

"I have been noticing that myself. It is like there is a high concentration of Masochists that live here with few Sadists to put them in their place."

Hilda blushed, and we headed inside. The store was really nice. A woman stood at the front and grinned, "This is Terrors, a brand-name design store for everyone with a darker side and ensure anonymity." The woman said, "How can I help you?"

"Mmm, Gym clothes, let's say, three sets since my bitch is paying for it, and you say even those with a darker side," I said, looking around and seeing mostly dresses that looked nice but not my style.

"Oh, you must be a sadist. Is this Masochist in trouble? The store is catered to those wanting a more dominant look. But this store is special because it has a selection that I know you will like. I personally am a Dominant. Not that the store allows anything to happen under our roof, please understand."

I nodded and chuckled at Hilda's blushing face. "Well, I am looking for three different gym outfits that I can use on the regular. Show me your selection—something at least for me and the one beside me."

"Absolutely, let me show you to the back. Do you mind if I pick out the ones for big-breasted women for Gym outfits? We only have one that I think would look good on you and fit you. But I think it would help a lot for you."

"Go ahead, if I like it, I will be back for more."

"Perfect. Now, let me show you some stuff," the lady said, and we were brought to the back. There, lots of lingerie was there, most of it, leaving nice gaping holes for private parts. This is the darker section. I love this place." The woman finished and grinned. Would you like a little help?"

"Yes, she is not getting mercy tonight. Something that will help with that."

"I have just the thing."