Life of a Dominant F*tanari Week 4 Chapter 133/19: Kyle

My eyes were heavy the entire time, and I searched high and low for the phone. I yawned a lot and eventually found it by following the alarm. It seemed, at some point, it fell under the bed and was ringing out in a way somehow that made it sound like it was coming from multiple directions.

Or I was just tired.

Either way, with my phone in hand, I went and brushed my teeth and slowly got ready. I found some clean sports underwear, and I found that Crystal had cleaned my uniform. I quickly grabbed it and a blue workout outfit to wear that I rarely did. It practically resembled my black one in a light blue color that looked good on me. I looked down at my phone and noticed a miss call that my phone only now seemed to pick up. I frowned as this happened from time to time with my phone. Voice mails would only come a couple of days later, and I looked down at it and remembered the number. I brightly smiled as I realized that this was the bra place at the mall, probably telling me that my new bras were ready.

I couldn't help the grin on my face thinking about having new bras. With new energy, I began to grab the stuff I needed before heading down the stairs. I made a trip into the basement, grabbed a handful of condoms, and put them in my condom pocket in my backpack. With my supply refreshed, I had a wicked thought and wondered who would be coming into the locker room this morning. It should be Jake, but he hadn't been coming lately. I thought about texting Sarah but decided against it. I was about to decide to have her in the afternoon when I remembered that we had another team visiting us today, making it a bad idea.

Thus I decided to text Tracy and have a little fun with her. I hadn't seen her much this week, and I found that to be a shame. Since I punished her, she has been warming up a lot to me these last couple of weeks. I also hadn't had much time for her other than Tuesday; I believe it was. My days were starting to get mixed up since I was doing something all of the time. If it wasn't for the lawyer, I would have scheduled a meeting with Debbie and Grace at their workplace.

I grinned at the thought of doing them both while in their workplace. I shook my head, thought about something else, and decided that I would make some breakfast. I yawned, walking over into the kitchen, when I noticed two containers sitting there with a note.

"Hey, Angela,

You have made me breakfast several times, and I knew you would be up late because of Hilda. So I made some breakfast you can heat up and a lunch ready to go for school.

Please enjoy,

Your Minx."

I looked at it and felt like I should go upstairs and make sure my minx wouldn't be able to stand today. My mind was wrapped up in that thought, and I put down the note. I felt cared for at this moment, and it hit me hard. my mom would try to do this once in a while, but I was used to doing it myself. I smiled and opened the containers to find a large breakfast and lunch, and I put the lunch aside and began to heat the breakfast in the microwave.

I sat down as the counter timed out and yawned. I found my eyes slowly drooping and fluttering closed while I waited.

A couple of minutes later, I heard the incessant beeps from the microwave, and I was startled awake I looked down and found myself in my workout outfit, unsure why I was in the kitchen. I yawned and pulled out my phone. I realized how sleepy I was and got up, pulling out the breakfast. I thought about what I had to do today and made a controversial decision. I quickly ate the food Crystal made for me.

I devoured it and put the container in the dishwasher after rinsing it. Without further thought, I grabbed my phone and set a new alarm, and I laid down on the couch, promptly falling back to sleep.

My alarm went off again, and I got up off the couch and yawned. There wasn't any more time for me to sleep and I got moving to put on all my weights from my backpack. I strapped myself up and rearranged my backpack, putting the food I left out along with changing the outfits inside my bag. I didn't take too long, and soon everything was ready. I put on my backpack and headed out the backdoor after putting on my shoes.

A cool breeze brushed against my skin, and I began to run towards the front and opened the gate before closing it behind me. I didn't wait and began running down the street as the light shone in the sky. I only have myself another forty minutes to sleep, but I needed it, and my eyes didn't feel nearly as heavy as before. I thanked Crystal in my head as I used the time I would have spent cooking on sleeping this morning, making me feel better.

Sprinting down the streets at this time in the morning was always quiet, and I loved the peacefulness of the empty streets. I let my feet take me quickly toward the school, and my breathing was steady even with the extra weight. I loved this feeling, and I felt a buzz from my bag. Instead of heading inside, I ran a lap around the school and decided to jog around for a second lap.

With the cool autumn air, it was a nice cool down from the sprint, and I wondered if I was going to see Jake in the locker room. He was only under orders not to come Tuesday, but he hadn't shown up yesterday. I had to call him out of class, and I didn't want to be doing that every day. I had grades to keep up and other more important things to be doing. His constant disobedience told me that I should be harder on him, but I also didn't like him.

I didn't want to chase around a little sissy bitch that I hated all the time. I could probably find a little sissy boy that would enjoy his place. I know I started this because of revenge, but it was starting to annoy me more than leaving it alone. That also wasn't acceptable to me in any way, shape, or form. I already asked Crystal if she had a friend that wanted a little sissy slut, but I think I should also ask Samantha if she knew someone. Or was it Samantha that I asked?

My mind was a little murky despite the run as I slowed down and headed inside the school. I knew I was tired, and I wished I got a little extra sleep. Still, if someone was in the locker room when I got there, I would have some fun. If not, then I would go to class early after a shower to get the sweat and sex off my body and do some studying. It was never bad to catch up a little, even though I had read the entire textbook and practiced. I would rather review than do nothing. Actually, I could maybe nap some more on the thin bench.

There were options, and as I opened the door to the teacher's locker room which had basically become my sex dungeon at school, I noticed someone I wasn't expecting. My eyebrows rose, and I looked at the short girl that I met yesterday at lunch who wanted to peep. Her fingers twiddled together, and I could see the indecision on her face as I entered. Her face went pale, then rosy red, and I didn't know how to respond to such a variety of emotions.

Instead, I pulled out my phone and saw I had received a text from Alex.

Alex: FUCK! WHY TODAY? Mistress, Just a heads up, I am on my time of the month. Is there anything interesting you would like to do to me while on my time of the month?

I closed that text down and decided not to think about what Alex was expecting from me. I looked up at the girl claiming she was a boy I had met yesterday. Her face was blushing, and she was wearing the boy's uniform. "So why am I seeing the peeping tom girl from yesterday?" I asked with a smile.

"I AM NOT A GIRL!" She exclaimed.

I chuckled and stepped toward her, and looked down at her from a much closer distance. "Are you sure?" I asked, "Yesterday, you sounded interested in me making you into a girl." The resulting blush said a lot to me, and I leaned back. "But I am still not sure that you are a guy even if I don't make you one personally," I said, leaning back and taking off my backpack. I stretched, feeling the weights slide down my arms a little.

"I-" The girl started to stammer, and I wondered something.

"Well," I began when she couldn't get the words out, "You came here early in the morning for a reason, and I need to take a shower. I smell of sweat and sex at this moment, and I need to wash it off. So tell me what you came here for so I can go shower."

This worked in the way that I was expecting it to put pressure on her. I started to take off the vest of weights while I looked at her, and the blush on her face didn't recede. "I- I-" She stuttered, and the blush only deepened, and I was beginning to wonder if she had a speech impediment problem.

"I THOUGHT YOU FUCKING JAKE LIKE THAT WAS THE HOTTEST THING EVER! I AM NOT GAY, BUT I WANT TO TRY THAT OUT, AND I CAN NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT! PLEASE!" The sudden yell of her emotions made my ears ring as she shouted it out, and I was surprised.

My thoughts blanked out, and I couldn't help but chuckle as a strange thought entered my head. Is it gay or homosexual for a man to be fucked by me? I am not a guy; therefore, it would be a woman having sex with a man. They omitted the part that I had a dick and that many would consider me a man over a woman because of my cock. I use my cock all the time now, but I still consider myself a woman even though my pussy is a virgin.

That series of questions left me thinking, and I couldn't help the chuckle even as my ears were recovering from the sudden yelling inside the locker room. I stopped myself after several moments and looked at the blushing girl. I looked her up and down at the flat-chested girl in the boy's uniform. I looked at her short black hair, "So, You are interested in women with cocks then," I said, making the girl blush even more, "To be honest with you, I am not sure myself as a woman with a cock and pussy if that is gay or not. How about this," I continued a second later after pausing, "You strip and show me that you are a man. If you are, I may play with you if you prove to me that you are a man instead of a girl. Then we can talk about how I might play with you." I told her.

The girl blushed deeply, and I could see the conflict. "What do I have to prove my gender?" The girl asked, sounding like I was wounding her somehow.

I chuckled, "Because," I began, "You came here and begged for me to fuck you so you could figure out why you are so turned on putting me in the position of making demands, not you." I told her, my voice turning stern. "You are the one begging me to get fucked, and now I have told you that I expect to enforce some conditions on granting what is your wish for me to fuck you in the ass. Plus," I paused as the blushing was complete to a completely red face that I hadn't even reached with Strawberry. "You are the one begging here. I don't even know who you are!" I started, and the girl was speechless.

Suddenly the door opened, and I turned to see Jake coming into the locker room with an expression that looked very annoyed. Then he froze, looked up and saw Kyle at me, and turned to me. "What is this?" Jake asked.

"I don't know," I told him honestly with a smile turning to the girl. "What is this?" I asked her, and she frowned with a large beet-red face.

"I-" She turned to look at Jake then I noticed something as I was looking down at her. Her pants were pitching a little tent. "I will do it," She finished, her voice defeated, turning back to me.

"Good," I said, wondering what had been going on lately. Just over a week ago, Sarah confessed to me, and was it two or three weeks since I caught Alex peeping on me and tamed her in this locker room? Now I had a third girl or boy in this room looking for action from me. Was it something in the water or something in this school because we are in our senior year?

"You will follow the same orders as this little Sissy bitch over here," I said, pointing at Jake.

"What?!" Jake exclaimed, "I thought you were not going to tell anyone else about this?!"

Jake's voice contained panic, and I barked a short laugh. "Who here gives a fuck what you think, Sissy?" I asked, and I turned to see the new girl's pants showing a small little damp spot on her pants. "Besides, She already watched your sissy ass being bred and was turned on by it and is here to beg for some cock. Maybe she will replace your sissy ass in this room, leaving you caged for months on end. I got an idea, Jake," My tone turned deadly serious. "Strip! Both of you right now, strip and show me what you have wearing under that school uniform."

The girl looked surprised, while Jake looked resentful. "You know," I said, "Where were you Wednesday, Sissy?" I asked, "I am pretty sure I only told you not to be here Tuesday. Makes me wonder where you were until I called out of class, Sissy?" I asked, my tone menacing.

Seconds later, Jake's pants were down, showing little yellow panties that didn't fit his skin color, making me frown. "You know, I don't think I got that video of you walking around the mall like a sissy bitch in girl's clothes," I said.

My words made Jake pause and look at the other girl in the room, now taking off her pants. I guess it was a dude because she had a small tent in the black boxers she was wearing, and that threw me off a little. I turned to Jake again but finished taking off my weighted vest while watching them.

If someone came into this room at that moment, they would see me stripping with two half-naked men as they both took off their shirts. Jake was wearing a yellow bra that looked just as ugly as the panties on his body, and I frowned. "Do you even know how to pick underwear, Jake?" I asked, mocking, "Look at those yellow panties and bra; it doesn't match your skin tone at all. You look bad in them. I better not see such a poor choice in the future," I said, mocking as I put down my weighted vest. I quickly followed up with my arm and leg weights and turned to the boy, I guess, that was now topless with a very feminine-looking chest. If it wasn't for the small tent in his breifs or boxers, I would still suspect that he was a girl.

His chest was soft without a hair in sight. His stomach was flat and slightly curved, looking very feminine. His breasts or pectoral muscles were underdeveloped and soft, looking like tiny breasts that looked ready to be groped by a man at any time. His nipples were a light, almost cherry pink that was a little puffy. Those two little nipples looked hard but looked soft and inviting to the eye, only waiting to enter your mouth. He just looked so soft that he felt like he would be so soft to hug.

Looking at Jake in comparison, his muscles showed that he worked out regularly and looked hard in contrast. Looking at them both, I looked much more favorably at this Kyle. "Sissy, Inspection time," I told him and smiled sadistically, "Kyle, come over here and look at what you are so jealous of," I told him.

Kyle was still blushing and came over in his boxers or briefs, whatever they were called. Jake was blushing now in embarrassment and glared at me. Kyle was blushing himself, and Jake turned around and leaned forward. He pulled down his panties and the nonlocking buttplug that I had forgotten to change out for the one that locked. I was just losing too much interest in Jake to care too much. I knew that he needed a sterner hand that would be able to devote more time to him.

"Show what you are wearing on your clit, Sissy," I ordered, and Jake turned around, no longer bending down, and looked away. He showed his caged little clit to us both, and his face was crimson, as was Kyle's, as he stared at the silver cage that contained what was not a small cock. It clit or dick strained against the cage, and I smiled. I leaned down, bringing my head right to his ear. "Take off your boxers," I whispered in his ear, "Take off your underwear for Mistress."

Jake watched as Kyle took off his boxers. His cock came into view, finally proving that what he had been saying about being a man was true. His cock was what the country called average at four inches, and it was curved a little to the right as it throbbed inches from Kyle's hand. It looked at Jake and turned to me, his face set ablaze. His mouth opened wordlessly.

I stood tall and looked at Jake. "Come here tomorrow evening, and I may release you from your cage. I am sure that being in a cage jerking off with a dildo for the past two weeks has you all pent up. I will see you then, Sissy bitch. For now," I showed the disgust on my face that I truly felt for him. "Fuck off," I ordered.

Jake didn't pause and pulled up his pants and panties. He buttoned up his shirt and grabbed his stuff, leaving. "Fucking bitch," I heard him say as he exited.

I knew that Jake hated me to the core, and it only solidified what I felt for him. I hated Jake just as much, if not more, than he hated me, and we both knew it. He exited quickly, and I stepped to lock the door behind him. "Well, Kyle," I said, "Kyle is right, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes," He said, blushing. I looked at his cock, smirked, and thought about what I should do with him.

"What should I do with you," I said, looking around him. Then I smirked and pulled my sports bra off. Kyle was all eyes on my breasts, and I smirked as I looked at his cock throbbing. I wondered if Kyle might make an excellent replacement, and I could keep him as a little Sissy maid for the house. I looked him up and down, and his face blushed as he looked at my breasts, mesmerized. His cock was moving up and down, and I smirked at it. I followed up and pulled my pants and panties off, exposing my large cock to his eyes. His eyes focused on my cock, and he gulped as I was half hard without even realizing it.

"Follow me," I told him and walked toward the shower, "Kyle," I said while walking, "What do you want?" I asked with a grin as I reached the showers and turned the water on. The stall soon began to heat up, and steam started to fill the room. I didn't have much time left with all the talking today, and I asked again because he didn't answer. "What do you want, Kyle?" I asked.

Kyle was dumbfounded by a beautiful futanari woman in front of him, and I smirked. I stepped past him, quickly walked back to my bag, and grabbed my shampoo and soap. Kyle followed me with his gaze, and I walked back into sight. "If you don't answer me now," My voice trailed off in insinuated threat.

"I want to touch you," Kyle admitted, and I thought about it while I stepped past him.

"No," I replied. I saw his disappointment immediately, and I smirked. "Follow me," I said, stepping into the shower, and Kyle obediently did, "You want to touch me," I said just above a whisper, "Then you must earn it." I told him, "Watch as I wash; you may jerk off but not cum. If you please me enough, I may grace you with a touch, Kyle."

"Thank-" he began.

"No," I said, cutting him off, "You are surrendering yourself to me," I told him, "I am Mistress, and you will only follow my orders. Everything you say will be with calling me by my title. Mess up, and you lose rewards and may even be punished. Understood?" I asked.

"Kyle sat in the corner looking up at my body, my cock half hard, although I was still getting harder in the shower as the hot water poured on me. He nodded quickly, then said, "Yes," He gulped, and his face was still red, almost putting Strawberry to shame as I looked down at the feminine boy in the corner looking up at me. "Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," He said, and I smiled.

I didn't wait any longer and began to wash my body. My body reeked of sex and sweat, and I began to wash my body slowly while watching Kyle stroke his cock. His breathing rapidly quickened, and his hand quickened with lust as I washed my breasts. My large breasts moved enticingly in front of him. My breasts molded to my hand, and suds of body wash built up enticingly before him, lightly covering my breasts from his view before the water took the suds away, exposing my wonderful nipples to him once again.

Kyle began to moan, and his hips started the thrust out on instinct when I pressed my foot against his hand, stopping him. "Did Mistress say you could cum?" I asked him, my tone stern.

"No," Kyle replied pitifully. "No, Mistress," he quickly corrected himself with slight fear in his expression. His fear-filled expression looked almost like a lost puppy, and I wanted to tease him more.

"You are right," I told him, and I pushed his hand off his cock. "No more using your fingers," I said and smirked, balanced on one foot, and spread my toes, "But I think I will do one thing for you. Just this once," I said, and I put his small cock between my big toe and smaller toe, which I pulled down his foreskin, exposing the head of his cock from the foreskin covering it.

Kyle looked at me with confusion only for a second when I began to jerk off his cock with my foot and press the arc of my foot down, pressing it against his stomach as he began to lean back. "Mistress?" Kyle expressed his confusion, and I smirked.

I began pressing down and rubbing his cock harshly against his stomach as he began to moan. "You may only cum to my feet, you little bitch," I said and felt his cock throb under my foot. I pressed harder and rubbed quicker. "Come on, you little bitch," I said, my tone turned harsh. "I don't have all fucking morning, you little bitch. Cum like the little premature bitch you are!" I ordered.

My foot pressed down, and he cried out. I could feel him throbbing under my foot, and Kyle cried out a second later, moaning and crying out, "Mistress!" Seconds later, after crying out, I felt his semen come out in spurts, one after the other, tiring the boy out and coating the bottom of my foot.

I looked down at it, water pouring down the rest of my body. "Lick it up, bitch." I said and lifted my foot to his face. "Lick it up, or count this as the last time you see me naked."

Kyle's face twisted, looking at the semen coating the bottom of my unwashed foot. I could see the disgust only for a moment before the blush took over his face, and his mouth opened. What a little bitch! I thought as his tongue came out of his small mouth, and I felt a tongue glide up from the heel to my toes, and he licked up his semen. I felt each lick, and I held the shower stall to keep balance as the slight tickle of his tongue moving up my sensitive foot moved, again and again, coating the entire bottom.

Soon I heard Kyle moan, and my foot was clean, but he didn't stop lost in a trace of licking my foot. Instead, I pulled back my foot and saw Kyle hard again, with semen coating his cock. "That is it for today," I told him. "Clean yourself up," I said, and I washed my foot with soap before doing the same with the other. I was clean and decided to finish wetting my hair and stepping out.

I left Kyle dazed inside the shower stall with his own thoughts and began to dry myself off with a large smile. I moved, grabbed my clothing, and got myself dressed, thinking about who I should play with this afternoon, and Tracy came to mind. I wanted to play with her and would play with Sarah tomorrow afternoon. I decided and picked up my phone as I put on my school uniform after putting on a black bra. I smiled and got dressed, only to frown as my cock was hard. I sighed and composed a text, trying not to think about things I really wanted to be thinking about.

Angela: Tracy, meet me in the locker room at lunch. I am looking forward to interacting with you today.

I finished with a smile and composed a text for Sarah.

Angela: Hey, Sarah. Sorry, we got distracted yesterday. Tomorrow afternoon I would love to have some personal time with you one-on-one. Meet me in the locker room as usual.

A second later, Kyle came out naked and no longer with semen on his cock, but it was still hard. I handed him a phone with the contacts screen up. "Put your information in, and I will text you when I want to play," I ordered him. "Then get dressed and go. I will be leaving before you." I told him, and Kyle nodded, still in a daze.

I put on my weighted vest and realized my cock wasn't as hard anymore. So I put on my panties and tucked myself in before putting on my skirt, socks, and shoes. Kyle had inputted his information by that time, and I put everything in my bag. "Good girl. Now get ready for class and never talk about what happens in this room." I told him and departed with a smile, only to yawn a second later with sleepiness catching up suddenly.

I yawned as I headed to class. It might have been better to sleep than to enjoy teasing Kyle and Jake. I sighed before I yawned once again and cursed my lack of sleep. Suddenly the bell rang, startling me and making me look around. I realized what it was and felt my face heat. I headed to my classroom and yawned just as I entered.

It might be a long day.

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