Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 216/ 10: Lunch Date for Four

I had to run to make it to class after releasing another load into Alex's amazing pussy. I barely even had time to appreciate the look of her twitching with a cunt full of semen. I hated the rush I was in to make it back, but I felt so good at this moment.

There was a part of me who, even now, didn't understand how that cuck actually put his number on my phone. How could he be so stupid to think that Alex wanted anything to do with him now? I had no idea what happened in the past between the two of them, but the loathing in Alex's mind toward the cuck was something sincere. She would not help him in the least without family pressure or me, Mistress pressure. He didn't even seem to understand that, so he invited me into his mentality.

He gave me the key to his heart, which was his childhood love. It was something he should have just given up on if he knew what was good for him. But now? I didn't give a single fuck about him, and I had something fun planned for him. How far was he willing to go for Alex, who would never touch him willingly unless under my threat?

I didn't know, but I was genuinely curious and wanted to talk to Samantha and Crystal about it. It was something that sounded like so much fun. I could not help but wonder where it might go, but that was for the future as I reached my first class and stepped up just as the teacher was getting up to lock the door.

The teacher saw me just as I put my hand on the door, and I could see their anger. I was showing up later more and more often. I got inside, and the teacher allowed me in. When a moment later, after the teacher locked the door, someone pounded on the door. The teacher opened the door and she pointed toward the principal's office, "Go get a note," the teacher snapped.

I knew instantly that it was my fault for the teacher's ire, but the poor sap walked away defeated. Meanwhile, I made my way to my seat and paid attention while taking out my notes. The lesson started promptly, and no student made a noise, as we all knew the teacher was annoyed. The teacher then went through the lesson plan without taking any questions, which was not okay for some. I was fine with it, though, and I finished taking the notes as the teacher finished the lesson.

Then, the teacher started to hand out work for things to go over in class. "Next week, I will be handing out a group project on Monday. This is a notice to everyone. Be Here," The teacher snapped, "You will also be allowed to choose your partners. It will be a two-person project on something of your choosing among the things that will be listed in the Rubrik. MULTIPLE GROUPS CAN PICK THE SAME TOPIC!" As she finished handing out the lesson, the teacher announced, "I want everyone to have chosen a partner for their project by Monday. If you haven't, then I WILL ASSIGN ONE. We have an even amount of people in this class, So I expect no extras. If you are having trouble with your teammate, use the school project tracker you have on your computers to track your work. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!" The teacher glared, and I nodded as I could something was up with the teacher today. It was not the time to question them.

It did annoy me that the teacher was taking their anger out on the class, and hell, I deserved it a little. Still, It was not my issue you were angry. I wanted to sigh as I did the homework, and I remembered my research about the teaching profession when I was looking into careers. The teacher was in my top five never to take up in my lifetime. That was unless I wanted to be a coach of some type. The coaches made much more money than the normal teachers. That was especially true when it came to the college and university level.

Although I was one potentially looking to get into the sports scholarship program, I was one that was happy not to be a part of football and basketball, where it was the worst. It was basically slave contracts where you work for four or five years of your life for a chance to go pro. That wasn't quite how it worked with Volleyball and a couple of other sports where you had more free time to do things. But that was beside the point.

With what I was thinking about doing, I should have my pick, if not Volleyball, then track and field if I listen to Mrs. Grendier. If not even sports, there were other routes to make it to the major leagues for someone like myself if I could find a partner. Alex was interested, and with my academic achievements, it would be easy for me to move along into any sports-centered university or college. The fact that I was an Intersex would make college and university essays really easy. In fact, I had been working on one over the years for the adversity I faced when I was younger.

I bet that was something that they didn't see every day. Still, I was probably going to stay away from the Ivey League schools just because my ultimate passion was sports, not academia. However, getting a doctorate while playing sports worldwide would be interesting. But that would ultimately be a waste of time, in my opinion. If I wanted to do that after I worked on sports, I would. For now, I was more interested in being a Dominatrix and working at sports.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and I looked down at the completed homework and sighed. I never even noticed that I got myself lost in thinking as I did the homework. It made sense as I was coming to an important choice soon. I needed to know which university or college, and I was far from choosing, and it was getting close to application season. Some were already working on theirs.

I turned to Sarah, and she was blushing a little as she noticed my attention but was picking up her stuff. "If you want, I think we are just going to hang out at lunch in the usual spot. Join if you wish," I told her and pulled out my phone and saw Shock on Sarah's face.

"Mmm," Sarah replied, and I saw her blushing in the corner of my eye as she left with a little smile. I gathered my things, stood up, and realized I should ask her to be my partner for next week's group project. If it was the project that I was expecting that the teacher had done the last three years then I already had something done. It was something that you had to do as a group. I even had a version where I could split it in two, so it didn't look like one person did it all. Although the latter one I thought would get fewer marks.

I gathered my things and sighed as I felt things moving inside me. I moved my backpack, grabbed the pills from within, stopped at a water fountain, and took them before rushing a bit more to the class. Making it to the room just in time again, I moved to my desk and started to pull things out. The teacher started the lesson really quickly once again, and I found myself following along.

For some reason, I hated following along with this teacher today. No, I hated it in the first period, but the teacher was rightfully annoyed with me. Something about closely following the lesson was grinding hard against me. I just didn't want to do it, and I knew it was my period. It was the only thing that would make sense in this context.

Still, this period the teacher didn't seem to think about shitting on the students, and no one annoyed me. In fact, it was more obvious that I started to notice that people were purposefully not paying attention to me. That was fine as I followed along, and when the teacher handed out the assignment for tonight, it was a short one with more review of today's lesson.

"Tomorrow, I will start going over a group project that we will be working on in class," The teacher suddenly said, "I will allow library time, and it will be in groups of three. I will be choosing the groups so no one will be able to get picky. You will have the rest of the week to decide on the project; next week, you will present them on Thursday and Friday. Those who go early will get slightly higher marks to compensate for the extra day. That is all; tomorrow, I will split you up." The teacher told us, and I wanted to growl. That was bullshit, and I hated it. It was the goddamn season, though, when teachers started this shit.

Still, I could probably convince a group to just work with the work I had done. I got to work on tonight's homework, and by the time the bell rang, I had finished it. Simple memorization work and I yawned as I put away my things and got ready to go when the teacher motioned me over. "I won't take much of your time, Angela; I just wanted to talk to you for a moment." The teacher said.

I nodded and walked over with my stuff as the rest of the class filtered out. I handed her my homework, and she smiled, "Correct as always," The teacher said and put it down on her desk in a pile. "Now, I bet you are wondering why I called you over. Well, that is simple, and I am wondering if you did the math. We have twenty-eight students in this class, Angela," The Teacher said.

My eyes narrowed, and I looked at her. "Yeah, that leaves one remainder," I said.

"Perfect then, as the student with the highest grade in this class so far, and I know I am boring you," the teacher said, "I was wondering if you wanted to work on this solo. Bring in your project and present it alone?" The teacher asked, "Thursday or Friday? Either way, I can give you extra grades for working alone, depending on the level of the project. The simple question is, " You can choose that or make a group of four under my choosing," The teacher finished.

"If the project is the one I am thinking of, I will be more than happy to do it alone," I told the Teacher.

"Okay, Here it is," The teacher said, showing me a piece of paper, and I looked at it and smiled. It was the project that I was thinking of, and I nodded, "I can have it done for Thursday and present it then," I told them.

"Good. Then I will mark you as solo and request that," The teacher said, and I turned with a smile as a cramp hit me. The cramp couldn't even ruin my mood as I dodged a group project. I was flying on a little kite right now. I quickly pulled out my phone and texted Alex and Tracy as I walked.

Angela: Tracy, Alex. Sarah will be joining us, and we are just going to hang out and talk, still on my time.

I finished that as a note and walked toward the teacher's locker room. I opened the door, and I saw Alex already there with Tracy. Both were looking at their phone, and Tracy smiled as she looked up at me, "I think you might have forgotten, or maybe I misremembered that we were already hanging out at lunch?" With a faint smile, Tracy said, "Are you feeling any better?" Tracy asked with some concern.

"Yeah, I'm still getting some cramps, and my mood has been weird; Alex felt it this morning," I replied with a slight smile.

Alex looked at Tracy, and I could see Tracy blush. "I don't know what you want to do with that childhood friend of mine." Alex suddenly added in.

"HAHAHA," I laughed instantly, thinking of him, "He is such a useless shit," I said, still chuckling as I sat down and put my lunch on the bench, and Tracy looked questioning. "Get this, Tracy," I said, turning to her, "Alex's childhood friend wants to get into her pants so badly that I just got his number on my phone so he can try and earn a moment of her attention!" I exclaimed and started to laugh.

Tracy looked at me surprised, "Wow, are you going to start bullying him?" Tracy asked.

"Bullying him?" I asked incredulously, "No way, the guy is literally stalking my sweety," I told her and saw Alex looking curious.

"Then what do you plan to do with him?" Alex asked.

"Turn him into your slave," I replied instantly, "Have him do things for you, and the only thing he gets to touch is your legs and things you want. All see no touch," I told her with a grin. "Always just there in sight but forever unable to do anything with it. I will slowly turn him into a Virgin cuck that wants you so badly but can not even masturbate anymore when watching me fuck you." I said, my grin turning sadistic. "Watching and hearing you cry out while never being able to touch you. His whole life will revolve around you. He will go to work each day, make money only to live in a closet while trying to please you or something like that."

I saw Alex and Tracy look at me funny, and I looked at them, "That is kind of cruel, isn't it?" Tracy asked while Alex looked a little intrigued.

"Not really," I replied simply as I took my first bite of food and heard someone push the door open. Sarah walked in and smiled, "Come sit down; we are talking about Alex's Childhood cuck." I told her with a grin and some food in my mouth.

"Shouldn't eat with your mouth open," Sarah said, her face betraying a bit of disgust, and I nodded.

I swallowed and grinned, "Sorry about that; no one wants to see chewed food," I told them honestly. I didn't want to see it at least, "Anyways, I will never force him to do anything. I have his number, and I will start him off by earning a ride from Alex to school in the morning and watching her get fucked or something. It incentivizes him, and it will be something small at first. Remember, he can stop listening to me at any time," I told them, and Alex and Sarah nodded.

"So what happens after that?" Alex asked. I could see her interest increasing, "The thought of even letting him see me naked is something I am not fond of." Alex admitted.

"Well, It will start off slow. Simple things like putting on women's underwear, and he will have to prove it for the reward. Then, it will slowly escalate in order to see the same thing. Then it will be less and less. So at first, we allow him to watch you get fucked and masturbate to it. Then we make it harder and harder for him to receive that reward, and it will only be masturbating to your panties and hearing you have sex. Then less and less and less till the point he has to work hard to get any attention from you in the least." I told them.

"Why are you doing this to him?" Sarah asked, curious and a little shocked.

"Well, unlike Jake," I sneered at the name, "Alex dislikes this Childhood Cuck," Alex nodded, "I have literally fucked Alex in front of her, and he has literally sucked the semen off my cock. But he still follows her around and tries to convince her to date him. Something tells me there is more to this, but Alex doesn't want to say, and that is perfectly fine." I told them, and Alex nodded.

"I really would rather not," Alex confirmed and looked away.

"Well, He doesn't want to fuck off?" I said with a grin, "Then I will train him into a sissy little slave for Alex, who he dedicates his life to. He will be cucked and never allowed to touch. He will only ever, and I mean ever, look. Then, we will slowly take that away from him till there is only service. He can leave whenever he wants, but only by leaving Alex alone." I finished, and I took a bite of food.

Silence reigned, and the girls looked shocked. "You think he will go that far?" Sarah asked incredulously.

"Well, I am also trying to train Kyle into a Sissy maid, I think. However, I will actually touch Kyle, unlike that childhood cuck. Honestly, Still don't know his name," I said, shaking my head, "I think you told me once, but I honestly don't remember. Don't care to remember, too," I told her as Alex started to open her mouth.

Then I smiled and brought up my phone, "Hmm, I think I should do something to him. Something easy, and I think I already said it. I am going to make him wear panties," I said and started the text just after taking another bite of food.

Angela: Cuck, Tomorrow until I say otherwise, wear panties to school. Girly frilly panties and take a picture of them in a school bathroom. Also, if I see you in school, I might inspect to ensure you wear them. If you pass this test, I will convince Alex to do something fun.

I sent the text, smiled, and showed it to Tracy, Sarah, and Alex. Alex frowned a little, and Sarah looked a little incredulous while Tracy looked thoughtful. "Are you sure he is going to do it?" Tracy asked.

"Honestly, Tracy," I said, turning to her, "I don't know," I said with a shrug, "He could or he might not. I am completely unsure, and frankly, I am happy either way," I told her. "It is not like I want another sissy bitch around. One that will exclusively be all over Alex with some demented thoughts. But if he is going to be stalking her, I would rather be in control of him and his urges."

Tracy looked very reassured, and so did Sarah, while Alex nodded. I could see that she was thinking about this more than she wanted to let on. That meant that she had worries about him, and I did not know why. Why was Alex like this toward the Cuck, and why was the Cuck now so stalkerish about chasing her?

That wasn't my business, at least yet. Eventually, I would probably find out, but that was for Alex to tell me. She was incredibly standoffish when it came to getting to know each other better sometimes. It was like she was here for the sex and for playing Volleyball, and that was it with a single-minded drive.

"Did you do something to Jake today? Make him do something humiliating?" Tracy asked with a large smile on her face, and I turned to her.

"Nope, What happened?" I asked.

"He came to school wearing the girl's uniform. He was blushing about, and the guys have been roasting him." Tracy told us her mirth about it obvious, "If it wasn't you then," Her voice trailed off for a moment, and she smiled larger, "His new Master Daniel did it?" Tracy asked.

"He tried to show up Monday morning in here while I was going to play with my new Sissy, and I called his master." I told her, spilling the beans with a smile, "Something Jake didn't take into account when fucking around was that he would find out that when I dropped him that the person who took over might be worse than me."

Sarah shivered, and Tracy nodded, "Good riddance; I am glad to be rid of him. He was such a fucking asshole, and although you might sleep with multiple women, at least you don't gaslight us. You don't treat us like shit, although," Tracy blushed, "I kind of deserved it at first," Tracy admitted and looked away.

I still didn't know how to feel about Tracy, as I had gone a little too hard on her. She was an accomplice and allowed her ex-boyfriend to try and rape me without warning me. It made it seem like my fault, but after listening to Tracy's side, I could not help but admit to myself now. I forgave her. He treated her like shit, and she was surviving under his neglect and gaslighting. She needed someone, and right now, that was me.

I knew I was also an abuser, but damnit, I was better than that fucking piece of rapist shit!

"How bad is it?" Sarah asked.

"Not too bad," Tracy admitted, "If it keeps to one day, the boys will assume it was a prank or something. Maybe a couple more days, and he lost a bet with someone he is too embarrassed to admit. But," Tracy shrugged, "That is for him to worry about."

I listened and finished up my food and could not agree more with Tracy, "Damn right, I am done with Jake. I literally could not give a fuck what happened to him next. Whatever it is, he fucking deserves it. I dealt with him for years and have no sympathy for the trash." I told them without a single trace of hesitation.

"Well, That is enough about that," Sarah said, wanting to take the attention away from that topic, "What do you think about the Volleyball tournament this weekend?"

This was a better topic, and I could see Tracy looking excited, too, "Are you ladies practicing more for this tournament?" Tracy asked.

"We are doing more formations and things like that. I am trying to get used to doing all that running around without weights on," I said with a grin, "Honestly, I need to work on my aim so I can start putting all my strength into my hits."

"Your shots will be like damn cannon balls if you do that. I am afraid of what you will do to a poor girl," Sarah said, "You are carrying around like two hundred pounds all the time. I am actually scared to receive your balls at full strength," Sarah said.

"I mean, You have taken them at full strength," I said with a smile, only to receive three groans.

"Come on, Angela, you can come up with funnier jokes than that, right?" Tracy said.

"Well," I blushed, and I showed them a crooked smile, "I don't have much experience making jokes," I told them honestly, "I've been kind of alone," I replied.

The mood instantly dampened as the girls remembered what I had been for years, and I shook my head, "Don't worry about it. But that being said, I will work on bringing out my full strength. I think I make an excellent striker. I just need the practice, and I can jump high so I can block really well, too. So we will have to see," I said with a shrug.

We continued to talk, and I started to pack up, and we were all talking nicely and enjoying each other's company. Alex was very assured of her place on the team, and I couldn't blame her. She talked about how she was worried about the next junior taking over her spot when the bell rang, and we all had to split up to go to class.

Honestly, It was really lovely to just talk to my lovers. I should do it more often, I thought as I followed them out of the locker room.