Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 272/ 22: Question, Offer.

I love running. 

This is the feeling of a lifetime, just letting the wind from my own speed push my hair behind me as I let my body flow into the movement. My legs pump, and my hips swing forward to thrust myself forward. I let myself go into the run without worry, and my body moved in a long, choreographed movement that I had long memorized to keep running as long as possible. 

Sweat tickled my brow and was pushed back by the wind as I continued to move without restraint or care in the world. It did not matter to me if it was on the sidewalk or the track field. I let myself move between a sprint and a run without care. My nose and mouth inhaled and exhaled to measure my breath and to increase my stamina, all in a symphony of movement.

Still, after an extra two laps around the school, I slowed and walked into it. As I was walking in, I noticed a text message from last night after I went to bed. It was an unknown number that I did not recognize in the least, and I frowned. I pulled open the message, and my smile grew instantly.

Unknown Number: This is Greg; I never run from a bet.

I did not wait a single second. I clicked on the name, changed it, and saved it. Then I pressed the call button. It rang twice before it picked up.

"Why are you calling this early?" Greg asked.

"Greg, this is your Mistress. No, I am your Goddess for the next month. You are late in contacting me. You will show up to school in the next ten minutes. I don't care what you are dressed in, but you should get ready for school. You will meet me in the teacher's locker room in the next fifteen minutes. Otherwise, you will dislike the consequences." 

I hung up the phone, not allowing him to reply. I stretched with my arms up in the air and smiled as I walked down the hallway and opened the door to the locker room. I was here a bit early, but it seemed not to be the earliest. I saw Kylar looking at me surprised, putting on the little maid costume, all dressed up and plugged. I did not think my smile could grow larger, but it did.

"Hey, Kylar, I think we need to talk," I said, smiling.

Kylar looked shocked and shivered. " It's not a bad thing. Loosen up," I said with a grin.

Kylar sighed, "Yes, Mistress," Kylar said and finished getting dressed as my cute little slutty maid. I sat down on the bench and watched as he slipped up his stockings. Then he turned to me and sat down in front of me.

"Kylar, I have a question; answer honestly; I want to hear the truth. What do you want out of our relationship?" I asked.

Kylar looked at me, surprised and wide-eyed. "M- Mistress, What do you mean?" He asked, looking a little scared.

"I like what you are doing for me. You all caged up and plugged up. You are my little maid slut. But I have to ask, What do you want? What are you looking for in a relationship with me? Because I have a girlfriend, to me, you are a lover, a side piece." He looked a little hurt by that, "A little side piece that I enjoy, but again, I am asking what you are hoping for in this relationship."

Kylar looked away, then down, and then at me again. "I want to serve you," Kylar said with the largest blush on his face I had seen. I could even see his little skirt lift a little as he said it, and I smiled.

"Kylar, Do you have any dreams?" I asked.

Kylar looked away. "Not really," Kylar said. I have decent grades—three points eight—and I can make it to university, but I am not sure what I want to do. I have been doing a lot of things for engineering because of my mom and dad, but," He looked down and looked sad. " I don't really like that."

I looked at Kylar, and I saw the sadness in his eyes. Something I had not really seen before in him too much. "Kylar, you know, what I am doing to you is not a normal sexual relationship, right?" Kylar nodded, "You know what the natural progression of that type of relationship is?" Kylar shook his head.

"I- I don't really look at porn; it feels like I am cheating on you," Kylar said. I shivered, and my cock hardened a little in my pants.

"So you want to devote yourself to me even more?" I asked, curious.

"Yeah," Kylar refused to look at me at this moment, and I allowed that.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you are amazing. I see you with those weights, those other men and women. It's amazing. I love seeing it, and I love being part of it. When you offered that guy three options yesterday, I thought about what I would have chosen in his case but with you." Kylar then said something I did not hear.

I reached out, grabbed his chin, and turned Kylar to me, "And What did you choose?"

"Option one, to marry you just so I could be close to you," Kylar said, his voice filled with an emotion I did not know. "I hate how much I am attached to you. Why are you so amazing? Your cock is so amazing. How you treat me, I understand it is bad that you are manipulating me. That you are doing something to me and changing me. But, I love it."

"Kylar, the natural progression of what I am doing to you is obedience—becoming my personal maid. Being my bitch following me around the rest of your life, looking for the scraps of my attention when I might just kick you away. Completely reliant on me for affection, fulfillment, and lust." I took a moment to pause and let that sink in. Kylar looked at me, completely surprised. "What do you think of that? Is that what you want? To be my bitch and slave. To follow me around, dress me in the mornings. Sleep at the foot of my bed at night. Clean my house when I am away and watch me have my way with others even while you beg for my attention and I ignore you. What do you think of that?"

"That sounds," Kylar shivered, opened his mouth, and closed it, "Is it bad that I love the sound of that?"

"Kylar," I said, and suddenly, the door opened, and Greg burst in, ending the conversation. This will be completed another time. Think about what we were talking about. I think you need to think this over. For now," I said, turning to Greg, who was looking at Kylar and me confused.

"Dick Girl, you bitch, Why call me here this early in the fucking morning if you are already with someone else. Just use that bitch!" He snapped.

I handed my phone to Kylar, "Kylar, you will film this morning," I told him, and Greg looked at me surprised.

"that wasn't in the agreement," He shouted.

"Shut the fuck up, Greg. You are my bitch for the next month. You could have even got me pregnant if you wished. Those were the stakes. Are you going to back out? I will just tell everyone that you could not cut it and ran away from the bet like a crying bitch." I snapped back with a sneer. "Well, Tell me, are you going to run away like a little bitch?"

"Again, that wasn't in the agreement."

"Yes, it was bitch. You are my bitch for the next month. Until Monday. Four weeks now, you will be my Bitch.

He was sneering, and I pulled down my pants, and I snapped my fingers, "I will be nice to you," I said a moment later, and my half-hard cock came into view, "Suck on it and do a good your best."

I could see his reluctance. "Fuck! Fine, FIne, FINE! I will do it," He sneered.

"Better, in return, you are free tomorrow, but you will have to show up earlier than this on Friday."

"Fuck," He snapped again and got in front of me and I stood. Greg went to move to sit on the bench, and I put my hand against his chest.

"Nope, on your knees," I said sharply, and he sneered but got on his knees.

"Fuck," He cursed and opened his mouth and then licked the tip sending a slight shiver through me at the pure domination at this moment. Then, to my surprise, the door opened, and Greg stopped. Alex came into the room, looking surprised.

"Mistress," Alex said, "I just wanted to see you." She said, and I grabbed Greg by the hair.

"Just breaking in a new bitch," I said. "Get to work, bitch; everyone already knows you're my new whore in school by now. Get sucking before I take control and skull fuck you."

That was all Greg needed to hear, and he started to lick all around the head of my cock, and I leaned back to enjoy one of the worst blowjobs I had in a long time. 

Kylar was filming, and Greg was taking his time. I waited, and only the pure domination of the moment was even making me hard, and Greg continued on my hard cock like he did my more flaccid cock.

"You never are going to make her cum like that. Mistress will not let you go until you make her cum after you have her hard. Now lick the tip," Alex began, her voice flat and contemptuous.

To my surprise, Greg followed the orders, and I watched the young man start to lick the tip. "Now lick down the slit and tease the tip by moving your tongue in little circles while moving up and down." The pleasure started to get more as Alex started to coach him, and Alex continued, "Now, lick under the head and lather all around the head with your tongue twirling around the head slowly. Like that, good bitch," Alex continued.

The pleasure of Alex guiding him was much better, although still terrible for even a rookie, as his heart wasn't into it. "Take the head into your mouth and suck on it like you would a straw," Alex continued, and I moaned a little as he did exactly that, and I found myself with a lot of time to think. I leaned back and moaned to encourage him to continue.

Then an evil thought hit my head, as somehow my mind went to my mortgage rather than to loan sharks, and I said, "Greg, how about a bet? If you lose, then you get another week added, but if you win, this all ends."

I felt him freeze and pull the ahead of my cock. "What?"

"I am going to cum at some point, so if you are able to take my entire load and swallow it, that will be all, and this is all over. If you can't and start coughing or spitting out any of my spunk onto the floor or drip it onto yourself, then you lose, and another week is added. In fact, let's do this for the next four times. You will have four chances if you accept this. If you fail, you will have another attempt another day to be able to do it. Four chances to make me cum and swallow it all without spilling a drop." I said, looking down at him.

Greg looked around and saw Alex's impassive face to my bet, and Kylar was looking jealous as he watched Greg giving me a bad blowjob. He must have learned to look around to see reactions and said, "So I have four chances to swallow your entire load, and if I get it once, This ends?"

"Exactly. This deal is open only for the next five seconds."

"I will do it," Greg said, the self-confidence in his voice apparent. Then he opened his mouth and started to suck on the head of my cock and work his tongue. I could not help but feel it even more as I smiled savagely while he sucked on my dick harder and harder. I could not believe he fell for it. What a dumb ass.

It took a lot for me to hold back laughing, and I looked him over in his school uniform with buttons on in the wrong place. He came here with haste, and I did not care about his issues. I watched and felt his movements. Alex continued to guide him, and soon he was lathering my cock with his tongue, but he could not take a length of my dick into his throat. I watched as he failed to do so and almost gagged.

But, the light pleasure finally got to me, and I felt myself nearing the edge. I decided to hold back as he teased the tip of my tongue and waited for Alex to guide him back to sucking my cock, and I let go. He took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it hard, and I felt my cock throb and my balls shoot the cum up through my urethra. The tide of cum shot into his throat without warning, and I grabbed his head to 'assist' him with holding it all in and shot straight into his mouth and stepped back to be nice to him, forcing his head forward, and his cheeks puffed up, a second later.

I could feel him trying to swallow my spunk, but the seal around my cock burst open as I continued to ejaculate, and cum burst from his lips all over my cock and onto the floor between us. I held him still, and he continued to attempt to swallow my spunk as more and more spilled onto the floor in a pool between us. I shivered at the dominance and finished ejaculating, let go of his head, stepped back against the bench, pulled up my pants a little, and turned to Kylar.

Greg started to cough and hack up cum that went into his airways on his hands and knees as I looked at Kylar, "Want a treat for school?" I asked.

Kylar did not hesitate and got before me, took the head of my cock into his mouth, then started to swallow the length but not sealing his lips around my cock till all the cum was in his mouth or throat, then sealed his mouth. Then sucked it out like the proper bitch maid that he was and sucked out the cum while pulling his head back.

He showed me a mouth of spunk before swallowing it with a smile, "Thank you, Mistress, ~!" he exclaimed, and I smiled. 

I then turned to Alex, "Good job guiding the idiot," I told her with a smile.

I stepped over the bench and then realized that I was about to continue to work out as I grabbed my pants to strip to shower. What was the point? I would just get sweaty again. So I pulled up my pants and stuffed my cock back in, although it would take time for the bulge to go away.

Greg, in the meantime, was coughing and hacking out spit and cum, and I grinned. "Hey Greg," I said as he coughed, "That is another week, too bad."

Greg glared, and that seemed to be enough for him to stop coughing. "Fuck you, I got three more tries."

"Yes, you do; in fact, You have three more tries, but I am going to keep giving outs because I hate people like you, Greg. I will do this because FUCK YOU. But I am going to give you outs, but you will have to earn it. Now," I grinned, "GET THE FUCK OUT!" I snapped, pointing at the door.

He looked pissed as I used him and tossed him out, and he stood, and in order to try and keep his dignity, he stood tall as he left. But not before I said, "Your new nickname is Tissue. To be used and tossed out, Tissue."

He paused for a moment but started to walk out anyway. Before the door closed, I exclaimed, "BYE TISSUE~!" I said with a grin, and I heard him curse.

"You think he will notice the cum on his face?" Alex asked.

"Fifty-fifty," I replied with a chuckle. "You are here early, what's up, Alex?"

"Mom and Dad asked to see you again. Dad seems a bit desperate."

"Mmm, Okay," I said with a nod. 

I pulled up my phone, changed Greg's contact name to Tissue, and looked at the time. "School is about to start. Kylar, think about what I asked, but change quickly."

Kylar nodded and Alex stood, "I will see you later, Mistress," Alex said, "Are you going to follow through with Cuck?"

"Yup."

"Mmm, I still feel weird about it," Alex said, then departed. I wondered if she wanted to talk about that more. She would have asked me if she wanted attention this afternoon.

I frowned, thinking while Kylar changed beside me. Then I quickly grabbed a shit ton of paper towel and cleaned up my spunk on the floor, which Kylar finished changing, and headed out. As soon as he ran out, I finished up and walked out. After washing my hands, I headed to the gym and heard the bell ring.

I wondered how the first day was going to go.

I took a moment to adjust my cock before continuing to the office.

At least it started interesting.