Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 253/ 3: Free Time

Feeling light and high on my sadism right now. I loved what I had just done to Jake after all that he had done to me in the past. It was retribution for everything he had done, and I pulled out my phone to look at the time and smiled as I still had time for a phone call. I quickly started to call Daniel up again as I walked down the hallway toward first class.

Instantly, I heard on the other end, "Thank you for letting me know about Jake; he will not be enjoying his day and night. But I am interested in hearing about the idea that you said you had earlier."

I chuckled on the phone when Daniel said, "It's simple. Since he wants me to take him back every Monday morning, I should do something for him. I can plan something for the morning of each week to see your progress and to ensure that he remembers why they are in your possession."

"You want to punish him weekly now?"

"Want is too strong of a term."

"Then what do you mean?"

"To make him think I may take him back. I want to make him think that there is a way that I may be nice to him. To slowly destroy him even more. Does he think that you are nice? I just grew annoyed and tired of his bullshit. I have so much shit going on that dealing with him is a pain in my ass. But, If it is once a week?"

"You can tolerate destroying a Sissy bitch once a week for fun. You know, Angela, You were right. We will make great friends. I love this idea, and I will also prepare him with surprises for you."

"That sounds fun."

"It will be," Daniel chuckled, "Fuck, I love Samantha, but I think I love you even more, Angela. You have a darkly Sadistic mind, whereas Samantha is more of a Dom. You are both a Dom and a Sadist. I think you are still just starting to explore your sadist side. I look forward to seeing more of what you have in mind for that sissy bitch."

"I don't know how to feel about that, but I feel like it was a compliment."

"It was."

"Then thank you."

"We should meet up at some point. I would love for you to ask Tracy for another round in front of Jake soon. I would love to destroy his masculinity more. I want to start developing his Cuckhold fetish a bit more, and having the real thing in front of him would be good."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, actually, I would love to ask a favor. Please feel free to say no."

"What's the favor?"

"I want a Video of you cumming inside Tracy. A little Role plays like she is in her Fertile moments and really fills her up. Make him think that you are impregnating her. Then a couple more videos of you fucking her ass and pussy raw."

"That is a bit of an ask," I replied, surprised a gay guy was asking for this, but I highly suspected it was not for him.

"I don't want it for myself. I want to fuck with Jake and further turn his mind against him. He seems to think that he is all of that. I don't know where this confidence is coming from, but his Masculinity is stronger than I have seen in some."

"Well, I will talk to my Skank about it and see what she thinks. Tracy is a nice girl who just fell into the wrong crowd and ended up with a bad boyfriend."

"Ain't that the truth of many. God, my decision-making in the past was bad. Did you know at one point, I thought I was straight? It was only when I saw pussy that I realized I had been jerking it to assholes and not the pussy. I shiver thinking about it now."

"I mean, six weeks ago, I was not even sexually active, so I guess I can believe it," I chuckled, "I got to go, though," I said as I walked into my first-period classroom. "Got class."

"Early in the morning for that, but have a good one. Talk to you next Monday morning."

"Talk to you then," I hung up without saying more, and I started to get the things out of my bag. I grinned as I pulled out my notes and noted that I still had some time before the lessons began. I instantly got started, and it cooled my head a little from the sadistic glee I had been feeling for over twenty-four hours. 

I got lost in studying for a couple of moments when I felt someone standing above me, and I saw Sarah with a blush and a smile on her face as she looked down at me, reading my notes. "Hey, how was your weekend?" Sarah asked before looking away. 

I wondered why she wanted to hide her expression from me, but I decided to put that aside. I leaned back, closing my notes for another class. "It was not too bad; it was interesting at Alex's place. This is a story, not for the classroom. How was your weekend?"

"My mom and dad want to meet you."

"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself. My heart was dropping into my stomach, and I wanted to sigh. I did not want to deal with religious people, and although I enjoyed Strawberry's company, I was not a masochist enough to enjoy their company directly.

"Because they want to know who I have been hanging out with."

"Can we do a dinner or something at Crystal's place?"

"Do you want to explain why Crystal is there? Isn't she older than us?"

"Fuck!" I exclaimed more than I meant to because she was right. Crystal was older than us, and I never even thought about the impression that might have on her parents. I quickly decided that it was not a good one. 

I opened my mouth to try and come up with something else, and I realized that I did not have a house to invite them to. I was homeless at this time and technically couch-hopping, although I was not sleeping on a couch. "Are you able to, too? Just be warned: They want you to come to church with us before coming home and having lunch."

"Oh, fuck no, that I am not doing," I said before my mouth could stop it. I winced as I saw the hurt expression on Sarah's face. "Look," I said, trying to control the situation, "I have been to church before. My parents brought me to several different religious houses for me to decide if I wanted to convert to some religion. I have talked to rabbis, I have talked to priests and fathers, and I forgot the version for Muslims. But I hated them all. I dislike religion. I dislike religion because most religions don't accept intersex people like myself. Do you understand me, Sarah?" I told her honestly.

Sarah pouted and looked hurt. I could easily tell that she did not fully like my answer. I knew that her parents must have talked to her about something recently, and I could not help but wonder what it was. "You sure?"

"Look, maybe later. I am not lying, but this weekend? You know how things are for me, Strawberry. My life is chaotic and full of too much to do. I am trying to find time to do things, but I don't have the time, and sitting in a church contemplating whether I should replace my brain with a bullet is not one of the things that I want to be doing."

"My parents are going to be on my case about this," Sarah said, pouting. "We will be going into Tournament season in three weeks, and I bet you have something planned for Halloween, so this is the only week you can till basically Christmas break!"

I bit my lip and I looked at Strawberry, and I could tell that this was important to her. I knew this might happen at some point, and I wanted to scream and shout at her, but I couldn't. She wanted her parents off her back, and they wanted to see me in a fucking church, it seemed. I really did not want to waste an entire morning when I could be working out or fucking on a religion. 

Then I was saved as students started to filter in, but with a hurt expression, Sarah kept looking at me, and I sighed. "Look, I will think about it. I already had some other plans that I was supposed to be doing, and I had to house-hunt Sarah. I am busy, but if I can make the time, then I will. Okay?"

Strawberry's smile could have brightened the room. "Okay, I will tell my parents that."

Sarah then went and sat behind me, and I wanted to tear at my hair. I was really hoping that Sarah had not drunk all of the cool-aid this Sunday at Church because she was quite a bit harder to please on this today than in the past weeks. I could only wonder if she talked to one of the pastors, priests, or pastors, or whatever they fucking wanted to call themselves.

I sighed and really hoped what I was thinking was not true and I hoped that Sarah was okay. But with how that conversation just went, I was not really sure I wanted to continue it. I shook my head then the teacher came in a moment later and called for everyone attention.

"Alright you know the drill, pair up or in groups of three. If your in a group of three I expect the work of three people to be done. Now, slowly come up here and tell me who your grouped up with."

That announcement brought instant chaos to the classroom, and I turned to Sarah. "Group?"

"Yeah," Sarah replied with a blush. 

"Okay," I got up and approached the teacher, "Hey, Sarah and I are in a group."

"You know, I decided to go and talk to a lot of your prior teachers the other day, Angela." The teacher suddenly said and suddenly I felt dread in the pit of my stomach.

"Okay?" I replied feeling apprehensive.

"Oh, nothing for you to worry about but something for me to consider is that when I was talking to all your teachers the conversation turned to you and group projects," The Teacher continued and I was not sure where this was going in the least. "I got to hear various fun stories about you and how you work so hard and do various things in order to limit your work at school. Then I found something out from your physics teacher from last year. I was astonished to learn that you make it a habit of completing all your assignments after researching your teachers and the assignments that they put out. You work them over and always hand in something original to those teachers so your Physics teacher was surprised to learn this and told me. He also said that after the other students learn this they make it hard for someone to be your partner in group projects because you do all the work for them."

Fuck! No! "I am not at fault for other people not wanting to do work, I just find it easier to do the work ahead of time and I hate group assignments. Why have someone push the work onto me when I already have it done and can use that time for other things." I replied and the Teacher smiled in return.

"Your not in trouble and I am not going to screw you over, Angela. You are a good student with high grades because you put the effort in. The fact that you do so much during your vacation has me wanting to give you my recommendation to university. In fact, please let me write you one, I am sure all your previous teachers are willing. Besides the point I am about to do you a favor but not Sarah."

"What?" I asked my curiosity hitting a peak.

"Bring in the assignment you have finished and Sarah will have to find another group. And since the next week will be all working on this assignment you can skip my class and I will mark you here so you do not lose any marks for being absent." The teacher said and I looked at her surprised.

"What?"

"You heard me," The Teacher said as the chaos of the class around me continued, "I am giving you permission to skip my class for the next week after you hand in your assignment. You can go to the library, go to the gym, whatever. Just make sure you show up to your other classes and you are okay. Tomorrow, as long as that assignment is on my desk, your good till next Monday for my class and I will have that in writing. Also go tell Sarah that she will have to find someone else. I am not allowing students to skip the assignment just because you hate dealing with other people. I think I know why now but that does not change the fact that I am putting and end to it."

"Okay," I said dumbly feeling like someone hit me in the head. I turned and walked back to my desk and looked at Sarah. "Sorry, You cant be in my group."

Sarah looked shocked, "What?" 

"The teacher seems to have learned that I have my project already finished from my teacher last year. Said that I have to hand it in tomorrow and that I am free for the rest of the week while you all work on it." I told her still feeling stupid.

"But, but I wanted to talk to you in class!" Sarah pouted.

"And I have been told that is not going to happen. I am not allowed to be in anyone's group. That means right now you have to find a group and honestly I would hurry."

"Crap! Your right, Talk to you later," Sarah said uncharacteristically but the reality of it seemed to hit her. I watched her go and i picked up my stuff putting it into my bag. I did not feel like i need to be here and once I finished packing up my stuff another student came up to me.

"Hey, Angela, So, Um, I heard that you usually have your project done ahead of time and I was like wondering," The guy said scratching at his neck looking uncertain. "Want to group with me?"

"Cant, Been told that no one is getting a pass so I am not in anyone's group."

The kid was shocked and I walked up to the teacher, "Mind if I can get a note. I will print everything off hopefully tonight and give it to you tomorrow. Do you mind if I get your exact rubric and explanation of the project to ensure my stuff lines up with the project I was expecting?"

"Yup, Note here," The teacher said, "That will let you off for today but you will not be allowed tomorrow unless I have your project and that is the rubric for grading and this is the project itself. It still fits in the curriculum so I am using it again. Enjoy your time off and sleep in or whatever."

"Yeah, Thanks," I replied stupidly feeling weird as I picked it up and started to read it. "Yup, The same thing I based it off this Summer I am pretty sure. I will have it all in tomorrow then."

With that I walked out of the room and I heard some exclamations as I left and I looked down at my hands with the paper I had now not knowing what to do with myself. Suddenly I had free time and no one to hang out with. I felt a little isolated if I was being honest. 

I stood still for a moment before shrugging, May as well go start to print shit off in the library. I could access my stuff from there since I put it all onto my internet drive. I could even take some time to review my other classes. But I felt weird just being able to leave class like that. Instead of dwelling on it I headed to the library 

As I walked down the hallway I could not help but start to laugh as a thought hit my head.

Why the fuck has not one thing being going the way I expect them too? 

I could not help but laugh at how absurd this was and then a new thought came to my head as I realized I had more free time in the morning. I wondered if I had a Cumdump that could show up and take my lust in the morning sometime this week. I had not seen her since Sunday the week before last.

A new grin parted my lips as I went to the library.