Life of a Dominant F*tanari

The alarm blared, taking me from my dreams. It was a new week. The world for me in the past week had changed entirely. The world was no longer the same as I was no longer the loner girl that was made fun of for my extra genitalia. The worst of my tortures were now no longer bothering me. It was a respectable difference, but the reason for that ending was what made a wave of fury appear every time I thought of it.

I got out of bed and thought of my girlfriend that I recently started Dating. However, Dating might be a little heavy on what we were actually doing. The fact of the matter was that we spent more time having kinky sex than anything else. My cock started to harden with thoughts of my petite girlfriend.

I got into my bathroom and got a good look at my naked body in the large mirror. I saw an attractive Blonde with a well-sculpted sharp-looking face. My chest was around F cups and seemed to be still growing at the age of eighteen. The strength of my body was only shown with the six-pack abs that sculpted my stomach. My arms looked thinner than I wanted and showed none of the muscle mass that I worked so hard for.

I sighed, looking into that mirror, thinking about working out even more. In the past week, my workout routine was the lowest that it ever was in the past five years, at least. It was sad to think about, but I confronted that number with the knowledge of why that was so.

I looked over myself, and my legs looked slightly more powerful than my arms, but they still kept hidden the underlying strength that I had. My muscles were essential to me, and with the knowledge that I could pick up a sport again, I smiled.

It was my dream to be an athlete. I knew as a Futanari that identified as a woman I knew that the path would be a challenge. The world in which I lived was a harsh one, and the reasons that I thought were the reasons I couldn't compete in sports were no longer an obstacle. This would mean I could pursue my dreams. My first order was to pick a sport. The first week of school was over, and certain sports teams would close their rosters soon when the competitions began.

My thoughts went to the reason for my anger when I remembered the boy that tried to rape me on the first day of school back. He tried to ambush me in the teacher's locker room that I had been given to segregate me from the women and men. I had just left the shower when I heard Jake, my main bullier, and another voice talking about taking my first time.

The rage I felt at that moment was something still fresh even a week later. I remember that moment, and I decided as the voice told Jake that he didn't want to be a part of my potential rape, but he wouldn't help me in any way or tell anyone. He walked away, and I stalked my way back into the showers. I turned on a shower then hid in the blindspot across from it.

When Jake came in, his cock hard looking for me, he moved to ambush me in the showers. That memory of him with a smile to rape me in the shower. I ambushed him back. I hit him, and in my rage, I made a mistake of my own, and I raped Jake. The bully torturing me for years was then crying out as my cock was buried deep in his ass. The excitement and dominance I felt from that moment still was a large note in my head. Still, at the end of the day, I even had the stupidity of recording the reversal rape on Jake.

It was an experience that I never wanted to repeat. The memory was still fresh after a week, and that Rage remained as I washed my face off, taking the rest of the sleepiness from me as the cold water woke me up. I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and straightening my spine. I walked back out into my room and opened the dryer to put away the things that I left in it. I then grabbed a Gym outfit and put it on before I strapped on my usual weights. Two twenty-pound soft weights were strapped to each arm and leg. Then I put on my running shoes and got started with burpees.

The morning rolled by as I worked out my body, working on everything at the same time.

The burn across my body with an intense workout made me smile as I moved to my bench press, and I heard movement upstairs inside the kitchen. My mother must be up making me breakfast and lunch for school. I was happy that she did so since that meant I could do some more exercise this morning. I didn't pause, though, and slapped a hundred and eighty pounds onto the bar evenly on each side. I then started to press in sets of twenty.

After three sets, my arms burned, and I heard the door of my room open as I sweated well into my fourth set on the bench press.

"Angela, Breakfast is ready, and you need to get to school soon," She announced at the top of the stairs. I finished the last of the reps in the set before I got up to move. I put everything away with sweat dripping down my arms, and pit steins were parked well into my gym outfit's top. That didn't matter to me as I made my way up after cleaning up the room of weights, so I didn't trip. I did leave on my soft weights strapped to my arms and legs. The extra weight didn't feel like much, and I soon entered the kitchen.

"Oh, My God, Angela, you stink!" My mother announced to me loudly but not so loudly to wake up my father.

"Mom, It isn't the first time nor the last time that you will tell me that." I told her, "The food looks good; thank you, mom," I continued.

My mother was still in a bad mood with me. She glared at me, showing her ire towards me. "When is that spa trip you promised," My mother said in retaliation, and I winced. I had promised her that I would bring her to the spa soon. But I needed time to do that. I recently got a job from my girlfriend's friend to be a high-scale Dominatrix for people who would rather not let anyone know about it. Samantha, my employer, would give me money as an advance that I would use to appease my mother. I would also need it to gather a couple of more things to do the job right.

"Mom, When I get the money, I will take you; it will be one of my first priorities, okay?" I said, trying to get back in my mother's good books.

"You still haven't told me what job would pay you so well," My mother replied, "But, you don't seem to want to talk about it. Fine, I will let you go," Her voice trailed off before continuing, "For now, But I don't want you doing anything illegal, okay?" My mother finished.

"It isn't illegal, Just confidential," I told her in response, "I will not be allowed to talk about work, but if we are honest?" I said, using my tone to make it a question at the end, "I am really looking forward to my first day," I finished my smile, turning sadistic without me knowing.

My mother looked at me and shivered, seeing the smile on my face before turning away out of the Kitchen. "Fine, Be that way," My mother said, and I could hear the pout.

I heard my mother go up the stairs, and I dug into the food on the table with happiness. My muscles burned, and I was happy as more fuel for burning entered my system. Within minutes I had finished a large portion, and it went into my stomach. I smiled happily with a much fuller stomach minutes later.

After finishing the food with a full stomach and a seat that might have a bit of my sweat left on it, I got up after finishing the food. I swiftly found the lunch my mother lovingly prepared for me and moved back downstairs. I thought of Crystal, my Girlfriend. Just last week, we became girlfriends, and I knew one thing for certain. She would love to be smelling me right now.

My girlfriend was a masochistic woman with severe pervertedness that I absolutely loved. I wanted her to be here right now so that I could put her in place with my girthy cock. The thought sent a shiver of want through me, and I could feel myself harden a bit. I suppressed the thoughts of my girlfriend since I knew I needed to run to school now.

I made it back to my room in the basement and prepared what I needed for the day. My backpack was then stuffed with that fifty-pound weight in the bottom, then my lunch, followed by my textbooks for school. I then got a school uniform in there to change it once I was at school with some products to clean myself off with. With that, I was ready to go to school.

I then remembered that I had an appointment with the ex bully, Jake. He was a piece of work School jock quarterback of the school's football team. He was already scouted and ready to go to a university next year for his football skill. I decided that for revenge, I would never let his life be that good.

A sadistic smile appeared on my face even as anger coursed through me. The bastard was already in the beginning stages of my training as I started to turn the former man's man into my sissy cuckold bitch. My smile grew as I left my bedroom, ready to head to school as the sun was just starting to appear.

My feet left the house, and the backpack on my back tightly gripped my body. My feet hit the pavement and the week began. I was looking forward to the meeting with the sissy bitch. I am sure he enjoyed yesterday. It would be good to make him remember that he did enjoy it, and I would make that happen at every opportunity.

My feet stomped the ground taking me towards my destination, and my excitement grew. I would continue to put that sissy in his place this morning, and every school day morning, he would be my sissy bitch. I would make him learn his place. Starting every morning, for now, he can keep his Football career even though his life will never be on the football field once I am done with him.

I smiled sadistically as I ran an extra lap around the school. My thoughts were on my revenge.

I think someone once said, Revenge is a dish best served fifteen inches up their ass.

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