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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 98/30: Tears of Frustration
🕑 Added 2022-04-02 13:16:29 +0000 UTCI stopped jogging at the classroom door, and I opened the door. The teacher glared at me and saw the stack of papers with what looked like the homework assignment. The teacher pointed toward it with a raised eyebrow, and I opened my bag. I took out the homework and placed it on the pile doing a quick check to see if I put my name on it. I stopped myself from nodding when I saw it and began to walk to my desk.
The silence in the classroom only lasted a second longer after I sat at my desk before the teacher continued the lesson. I didn't particularly appreciate showing up late, and I pulled out the rest of the stuff needed and quickly began to take notes of the lesson. I lost myself again to it, and I smiled as I worked on the notes.
The class came to a quick end with the teacher not giving us homework for the weekend. The teacher dismissed us as the bell rang, and I smiled. At least I didn't have to worry about doing homework over the weekend. Soon would come class project season, though, and I was hoping there wouldn't be any group projects. I shuddered at the thought of that as I packed my bag.
I have always hated group projects since I never had a good group. It was always two to four other students telling me to do all the work. I wasn't about to put up with that anymore this year. I had already had enough of being walked all over, and I had decided before coming to school on the first day that I would not put up with anything. I would not be bullied, and I would stand up for myself in the best way possible.
I smiled as I walked toward the gym, and I threw those thoughts into the back of my mind. I was looking forward to more practice, but I was thinking about multiple things as a cramp hit me. I wanted to curse as my time of the month had been more mild than usual and my cramps not so bad. It just hit me with fury at this moment, and I almost bent over in pain.
I stood and continued walking for a minute while the cramping settled a little. The abruptness took me off guard, and I grabbed the pills from my bag, swallowing them quickly. I winced as I quickly moved down the hallways, reaching the teacher's locker room.
Upon entering, I moved to the toilet and changed the product inside of me before going back out to sit on the bench. I winced with the next cramp, and I wanted to lay down. I moved and lay on the bench while the cramp hit me like a truck. I winced again, and I closed my eyes as time passed.
My cramps subsided a little as I laid down when I heard the door open. "Is everything okay?" I heard Mrs. Grendier ask.
"Cramps," I replied with a monotone. "They are beginning to subside. I need five minutes. Is that okay, coach?" I asked.
"Okay, tell me if you don't think you can play today. They seem bad," Mrs. Grendier replied, and I shrugged.
I heard her close the door, and I took deep breaths as the cramps reinstated their desire to make me miserable. I laid back and let them subside as time passed while I laid down. I regretted the fact that I thought that the worst of my cramps had passed and I hadn't been taking my pills. This was an important time to get better at the game that I wanted to get better at. At this moment, I was stuck on the bench.
Time passed, and I had no idea how much time when the cramps stopped bothering me. I got up, and I changed as quickly as I could. I still went slower than normal as my cramps had just passed. I finished changing soon and headed out to the gym. Mrs. Grendier was sitting down on the floor with her phone out. It looked like she was serious about something when she saw me.
Mrs. Grendier put away her phone and asked, "Feeling better?"
"I am no longer cramping. I will let you know if it happens again," I told her seriously before continuing, "I want to do a jog to make sure I am okay before we start."
"Okay, I will do a light jog myself," Mrs. Grendier said, standing up, and I saw her stretch. I didn't this time and began to walk slowly, moving into a light jog. I didn't feel any cramps as I picked up speed, and soon I was running around the gym with Mrs. Grendier matching my jogging pace as I was about to pass her.
Mrs. Grendier ran around the gym with me, easily keeping my light pace, and we did several laps before she said, "Okay if you are feeling fine, we can start some practice."
I slowed down and walked over to the setup gear that she did by herself. I moved over, and Mrs. Grendier smiled, "Okay, since you were not feeling great, we won't work on your dives right now. However, you are making great progress on your saves. You had some good hustle yesterday." I smiled at the compliment as Mrs. Grendier continued, "You need to work on your recovery from leaping a little more to get back in position for the next rally. Today though, we will work on when things are going right and do setups for teammates." Mrs. Grendier smiled, "Your bumps are doing fine, but I noticed yesterday that you rarely volley when objectively; that is something that you would rather be doing since it is precise. You can control a volley more by regulating your strength and direction a lot easier than with a bump." I nodded, confirming that I was listening and absorbing her lesson.
"Good, now I want you to get in the habit first to volley when one of your teammates recovers. Then we can work on precision." Mrs. Grendier said. She quickly picked up a ball, and we began to practice. Time moved, and I was all over the court as Mrs. Grendier simulated different places on the court; one of my 'teammates' recovered the ball, too, and I ran to it; I would then volley it. It became the routine, and I quickly adapted to the point that I was getting there fairly quickly.
Still, we continued until she began announcing where I was trying to get the ball now. It was always in front of the net at an angle. When it came to when the ball was going to be in front of the net, she called out the side, and I needed to launch it high, preferably at a level for someone to spike.
It was more difficult than I expected, and I was sweating by the time the bell rang.
"Good work Angela!" Mrs. Grendier said with a smile, "Go home and get off your feet. Get yourself better for next week. If possible, I want to see you in your weights again next week!" I smiled.
"Thanks; you want me to help clean up?" I asked in return.
"No, just go relax and have a hot bath." Mrs. Grendier replied, and I smiled as I returned to the locker room.
I got inside quickly, and I grabbed my phone. I ignored the texts I had received and messaged Jake to come to see me in the next ten minutes. I leaned back on the bench, and I sighed before getting right back up and beginning stretching. I waited as I stretched, and less than ten minutes later, the sissy bitch showed his face.
I turned to him and finished my current stretch as I picked up my phone on the bench and pulled out my app. I saw Jake's excitement as I did so, and I pointed to the showers. "Strip and turn on the water," I ordered him, and I saw the confusion on his face.
"I can wash after I get home?" Jake asked hesitantly.
"When did I say you were free for the weekend?" I asked him with contempt in my tone.
Jake's eyes widened in horror as he realized that I wouldn't unlock him for the weekend. "I have plans, though, Mistress," I heard the panic in his tone, and I almost laughed.
"You have been a stupid naughty sissy in need of punishment the last couple of days," I told him, my voice dripping with contempt, "Also, now that I think about it. Cancel any plans on Sunday. You need punishment, and I will punish you then. I am sure that you won't enjoy it. Now, Get in the showers; I will not repeat myself." My voice was stern and left no other options but to obey.
I saw the resistance in Jake's eyes die over five seconds, and I loved the look. I almost couldn't hold the hard look in my eyes. I wanted to smile, seeing it even as my cock started to harden in my panties. That wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for the fact that I had to go home tonight.
I watched as the sissy stripped and heard his phone buzz when he put his pants on the floor. I saw him hesitate, and I reached down and picked his phone out of his pocket. I pulled it out, and I saw the name I thought it was going to be. It was Tracy calling him, and I grinned. I passed it over to him while he was standing in his bra without a shirt on anymore.
I saw the resentment on his face as I handed the phone over to him. "Answer it," I ordered.
Jake took it and answered quickly. "Hey, Babe!" He said, trying and almost succeeding in sounding relaxed.
I leaned forward as I heard someone talking from the phone and whispered in his ear, "Speaker."
I saw his look of resentment as he pressed the button for Speaker holding out his phone. "And I wanted to see you. I don't know why you have been avoiding me all day. I just wanted to have some fun!" I heard Tracy say over the phone. I could hear the slight desperation in her tone, and I grinned. "Cant I just come over, and I can give you a blow job before you fuck me!" This time the desperation was a little more evident, and I couldn't help but see the heated gaze in Jake's gaze as she said that.
It was quickly followed up with a wince as the cage around his cock forced him to stay small. I saw him look at me with resentment, and my cock throbbed in response as he replied, "I can't, babe!" He said, his tone truthfully mournful. "I really would love for you to come over tonight. But I can't, babe!" I heard his own separation, and I heard a muffled sound over the phone that I knew was probably born of frustration.
"Come on! Come over tonight. You can dress me up and fuck me like the manly stud you are!" I heard Tracy say, egging him on. I could see the frustration on Jake's face. I knew that he wanted to take that offer. But he was caged. He didn't have the key, and the resentment on his face made my cock spring free of my panties as he looked at me.
"I, I," Jake's hesitation was evident, and I could hear the despair in his voice as he continued, "I can't!" He declared.
"FUCK YOU, JAKE!" Tracy snarled, and I could hear her strict side now, and I couldn't help but smile. "You are a fucking SISSY!" She declared over the phone, and I saw Jake pale with that word. "You are a Sissy bitch! Come over here and fuck my pussy like a man or go to whatever it is and be a SISSY FUCKING BITCH!"
I leaned forward, and I whispered, "You can fuck her next week, but if you go over to 'prove,'" I used quotation fingers in his vision as I said to prove, "Your manliness then she will know what a sissy bitch you are, Sissy."
I saw tears of frustration and hate as he looked at me and my cock throbbed with need. "I am sorry, I can't!" Jake said, and I reached forward ad hung up the phone.
"What a little sissy bitch you are," I said in the silence after the phone call. "Go into the shower so we can clean your sissy clit and send you home." Without even realizing it, my tongue came out of my mouth as my face neared his, and I licked up the tears he shed.
Jake's eyes widened as I did that, and I now saw the fear on his face, along with that deep hatred. "I hate you," He said, more tears coming down his eyes.
"I know," I told him, and I couldn't keep the smile off my face, "Shower now, Sissy!" I ordered, and I saw him lightly toss his phone onto his pants and take off his bra before walking over to the showers.
I shivered in delight, took off my clothes, and opened my phone. I opened the app, unlocked his cage, and grabbed my soap and shampoo, entering the shower with him. I saw him with his hands against the wall looking down as the water fell onto his body. I could see his frustration, and I came forward. I grabbed him by the chin and saw his face with tears streaming down his eyes. The water almost hid them all, but his facial expression showed them even as the water tried to hide them.
I said nothing but smiled at him loving his misery. For the last three years, he has tormented me, which was only the tip of the iceberg. I reached down and took off the cage slowly. I grabbed the soap in hand as Jake looked at me, his expression one of deep resentment. I didn't say anything and cleaned his dick even as it hardened in my hand. His cock throbbed in my hand, and his face turned one to pleasure and despair as he couldn't stop the fact that his cock hardened.
The humiliation appeared on his expression, too, and I loved it. He looked down, and he saw my hard cock. He looked at it, and I heard him say, "Mistress, May I pleasure you?"
The question surprised me, but with the resentment and hate I just saw, I would not put my cock in his mouth. "No," I said, "You must earn privileges to touch my cock again."
He looked up the statement shocking him out of whatever mindset he had as I cleaned his cock thoroughly. I made sure that the days of grime were gone before I reached passed the sissy bitch. I turned the water to cold, and I turned him around quickly.
Jake didn't even see it coming as I turned him around, and he was blasted with cold water. He yelped, and his cock softened quickly under the cold blast of water that took off the suds. He pushed back against me, trying to escape as I held him in front of me like a shield. I turned the water warm again after a couple of seconds and turned him around,
"Why?" Jake asked as I turned him around. I began to reengage the cage him without a word attaching the chastity cage.
With his limp clit locked back up, I looked at him, "You know exactly why, Sissy," I told him, and I dragged him out of the shower and picked up my phone after wiping my hand on my dry back. I dried my hand off enough to open my phone again and, in front of him, reengaged the lock. "Now, your all clean and locked up."
He looked at me with that despair again, and my cock throbbed, and I knew I would need to rub out a load before going home. "Get the fuck out now," I told him. I pointed to the door, and I waited.
"What about the anal plug?" Jake asked, his sorrow and repair evident.
"I will unlock them tonight when I feel like it. Now, FUCK OFF!" I practically yelled, and Jake hurried to put on his clothes. I left the teacher's locker room unlocked, and I could see the panic in his actions. He struggled to put on his panties and bra as I watched him and quickly put on his clothes.
Soon he was out the door, and I moved to lock it.
My cock throbbed between my legs as I twisted the lock and looked toward the showers.
It was time to rub one out and then figure out what my mother wanted.
Comments
Ritsu 229
As always, great chapter and thank you. I was wondering though, does anybody know any other good futa authors. Futa is my favorite erotica, but i can't find any as good or reliable as Madjic
Grangel
Great chapter!! Wonder if she got a response from the girls about Sunday? Sunday seems to be getting full fast for her... does she have any clients for Samantha this weekend?
Madjic
Hey guys, Forgive any lateness. I am viewing new apartments and need to change back to day shifts this week. I will be doing my best to give you more chapters. Enjoy this chapter in the meantime.
