Life of a Dominant Futanari W1: Epilogue

Life of a Dominant Futanari Book 1 Epilogue (Week 1 Complete)

My feet hit the pavement as I ran down the street. My feet were quickly taking me towards home with little effort. Behind me was nothing but the open road that matters nothing to me. The air whipped across my face, my blonde hair dancing in the wind. My body moved with practiced ease as I traversed the land. Eyes once and awhile landed on me as I strode through the streets, watching my speed of movement--the flat headstrong running of an eighteen-year-old girl catching the attention of passerby's. My mind didn't care about them, though. My brain filled me with images of the day passed and the moans and groans created.

The symphony and majesty of those moans made me smile as the wind across my face couldn't. The memories of the week passed by quickly through my mind, and my smile grew as I thought about the week. The beginning was worrying. I still felt fresh anger every time I thought of that morning on Monday. Each time I thought of it, that anger came back with a livid freshness that never seemed to wane.

I was getting my own back for that anger, though. Jake was suffering in fresh hell, and I was sure to keep him on a tight leash. The thought of Physically putting a leash on him maybe to a collar or, even better, His chastity cage. The thoughts of humiliating Jake in the coming days fuelled my smile to make me smile even more significant than before.

My feet brought me to the destination that I had been heading towards. I got up to the door without even a drop of sweat on me. I was about to enter when I realized that my keys are in the basement where I left my backpack from dinner the other day. I knocked with that understanding, and my mother opened the door a couple of minutes later.

My mother scowled at me, and I shrugged, "Thanks, mom forgot to bring my keys with me to my girlfriend's place." I told her simply under my mother's scowl.

"Well, You only seem to want to sleep here," My mother countered.

"Mom, Don't be like that. I just got a girlfriend for the first time in my life. Hell, the first time I have had a friend. I want to be out a little with her if I am honest." I replied.

My parents were used to me always being home. I could see the worry in my mother's eyes at my late return, and that was where the majority of her bad mood came from. I pushed through the doorway, and my mother's nose flared.

"Oh, my God, you stink," She said, and I sniffed myself. I realized the clothing I was wearing smelled of sex. Although none of the fluids fell on my clothing, they were in that room for some time. And it wasn't like I wasn't wearing the clothes while receiving action from Crystal either. My nose wrinkled at the smell, and I nodded.

"MY girlfriend and I had some activities over the weekend, and I forgot to pack some extra clothes," I admitted as I came strode towards the basement.

"That's for sure. You smell like you had more of those activities than you probably should have." My mother responded, annoying me. I knew my mother was upset with me as well, though, and I didn't want to escalate it.

"Mom, I will be getting a job this week, and I have a girlfriend. I will be busy throughout the week. It is a perfect job, and I was promised an advance of my first paycheck to get things I will need. I will schedule us a spa day together or something. Okay? Please forgive me for my actions over the week?" I said, feeling an increased annoyance of having to ask for that.

My mother stared me down and had the audacity to nod at me, "Okay, I will forgive you this time," She sniffed, "I want to know where we are going, and are you bringing that cheater of Mario kart with you?" She asked, sniffing almost scoffing at the thought that she could legitimately lose at Mario kart.

"Okay, Mom," I replied instead of snapping at her as I wanted to. I was terribly annoyed after feeling so good with that light run. The memories in my mind and the wind had brushed so many sweet feelings into my head. The problem was that I was greeted like this. My fury was nowhere near what I saved for that sissy bitch in training, but that didn't mean I liked the way my mother was talking to me.

"No, tell me about this job," My mother said, and I bit the bullet and walked downstairs. "I'm talking to you!" My mother called out, but I knew the humor in it. I sighed as my mother knew I didn't want to continue talking. That was good since I didn't want to confess the job I was going to be doing. I am not sure if my mother would approve, but I was looking forward to the job. I wondered what the feel of dominating a client under me. Especially the first one, Would they be male or female? What kink would they be? It was exciting thinking about it.

I brought myself into my room and started to strip myself before gathering all my clothes to start cleaning up for the next week. Thoughts still whirled in my head about possible ways to make the sissy hate life even more. The despair that he was starting to show made me harder, which might not be the best thing to do now. I shrugged and brought myself to the shower to clean myself up. I started a quick rinse down of my body as I contemplated my life as of this moment.

I needed to choose a sport that I would get into. I considered myself female, and although I love soccer doesn't exactly pay. Hell, many Olympic sports athletes needed jobs outside of training to pay the bills from my research. Even gold medalists. It was a sad reality but made sure that as long as I considered myself a woman, I might never make as much as a male athlete.

I finished in the shower quickly and threw my clothes into the washing machine. I then dried myself off in the bathroom, thinking about it. After I finished that, I started to look into it and research.

I lost myself in the research for a bit with renewed hope. I found I might be working with Samantha for a lot longer than I thought I might. That was okay; I was going to be doing my best. The prize money would be the best way to make money out of the sports that I loved. It would just be that way in the end, no matter what I wanted. The only other way to make money is through endorsements. For those to come in, I needed to be a winner.

I would have to be a winner then, and my thoughts were cut off with the smell and the call of dinner coming from above me. I turned to see the door close, and I got up and dressed.

I walked upstairs with a simple top and shorts. I would work out after dinner before bed. Then I would start the next week with a smile. That was all it would be. I wondered what my next week would be. The only thing I knew was that I would never allow myself to be bullied again. I promised myself that.

It was a promise I meant to keep.