My Futa Life

(HEY READERS! This will be the last of the "My Futa" series. This one is told by the Dominant Futa, and is in her perspective. This was harder to write, as I am used to writing from the submissive perspective. There is almost none of my usual trademark kinks in this. Just romance, anal and oral in the main story line.

There are hints of non-consensual, toilet, and Fem-Dom. Those are happening in the background.

If none of this appeals to you, please do not leave nasty anonymous comments. If you have a name, I will address your comments. There are plenty of other Futa stories here to read. Thanks!)

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MY FUTA LIFE

School sucked for me. I lived in a small town, where as a black person I stuck out. As a 7 foot futa I stuck out even more. I waited with my cart of groceries in line like everyone else.

"Fucking freak." I heard around me.

I was old enough now at 21, to let it roll off of me like water over a ducks feathers. Once I got home my cell phone rang. It was my Futa Mom.

"Anna, when I call, you best pick up your phone little futa!"

"Ma! Sorry I was at the grocery store. I didn't feel it vibrate." I said as I put the veggies in the refrigerated drawer.

"Your brother has been arrested. You need to not talk to anybody! You got me?" Mom barked into my ear.

"What the fuck he do now?" I set the eggs in the fridge and opened a beer. I'd need it.

"Cut off his Mistresses nuts!" Mom said coldly.

"Bastard deserves prison!" I laughed.

"Anna Lee Joyner, I'd expect that kind of talk from your eldest sister, but not you!" Mom preached.

"Bastard should have been blissed on the honeymoon Ma! What do you want me to say? Males are slaves Ma! Even YOUR male born kids!" I chuckled at the stupidity of all of this.

My brother was a cock whore after he graduated high school. At 19, He hooked up with this soft Futa, and her best friend as a triad. He was a total cock lover, but on his terms only! I guessed that his Futa wife finally stood up to him, and he rebelled.

"I hope the cops never catch him mom. Okay?" I let my real feelings show.

"Don't you dare let him live in your place! You'll catch a felony too you know!" Mother said with her Wisconsin accent.

"Yeah Ma. Go drink from the bubbler, and I'll take care of me, enso?" I mocked her Sheboyganese.

"Don't mock me little futa! I can still whip your behind!" My Mother threatened.

"You'd have to catch me first." I laughed. She chuckled. "I love you Ma. Keep me posted eh?"

"Love ya little futa, I will. Stay warm! Love you!"

"Little futa"... I towered over my mom at six foot 11 inches. She was the smallest black futa I have ever seen to this day! She was only six foot tall! A midget!

I called my boyfriend to invite him over for the Monday night game, pizza, beer and my cock.

"Michael! Packers tonight. I ordered a pizza. Wanna have some beers?" I asked.

"Anna. You know I would never say 'no' to you, right?" He said apprehensively.

"Michael. You are a sexy little man! Why would I ever doubt you? Just come over and enjoy a night with me." I laid it on thick.

"Okay Anna, but no anal without a condom!" Michael protested.

"How about no anal at all?" I teased.

"Well no...I'm just saying...I need..."

"Michael get that cute bubble butt to my place and watch the game with me!"

"Okay babe. Lemme say good bye to my parents, I'll head your way."

"Good boy!" I hung up. I wanted to own that round white ass, and I would find a way.

Michael Cobb was a boy I always had liked. Since high school even! Tiny twink of a boy. Big butt, short, and skinny. Maybe five foot-seven, and weighed a whopping 128lbs. My cock twitched under my skirt in my oh-so-tight panties.

My mother's slaves were all blissed out of their minds. I wanted Michael addicted to my cock and cum, but not blissed. I wanted romance. If that could exist.

He would have to voluntarily give up his freedom for us to be a real couple. Then I'd have to find a female that didn't make me vomit upon her scent. That was a large problem. Why did a females vagina smell so sickly sweet, I mean, when they were clean? The old piss smell was normal, all sapiens had that smell trapped in their underwear.

I cursed when the pizza was delivered before my boyfriend showed up. He hated cold food. To my dismay this pizza was only kinda warm to begin with. I turned on my oven and set it to 200 degrees. I put the pizza in it on a pan, and threw out the box.

I was ashamed my apartment was as dirty as it was. The only slave I owned, Doug, somehow managed to steal $1000 from me and gambled it away at the Native Casino while I was at work. I had trusted him so much, as he was so well behaved. He had been in my class, and should be in college with a scholarship for football.

After speaking with the appropriate authorities, I was cleared to bliss him completely. I then started taking the meds that chubby Dougie-potty would need from me.

I turned his body into plumbing. He was drinking my piss and eating my shit. That was his only purpose in life. I wished they would have let me do it without blissing him. That way he would at least suffer.

Michael walked in to the apartment, as he had a key. He saw the state of it.

"What happened to fat ass?" He asked as he sat on the couch.

"He's be drinking and eating from us now. I'll buy a new sissy maid when I get paid." I turned on the television, and went to the kitchen.

"Tell me you came up his ass till his mind was gone?!" Michael yelled as I pulled out the pizza. I walked back in setting a plate in front of him.

"I honestly didn't want to, but yes I did." I sat next to him and lowered down to kiss the tiny handsome man.

"Since when did you like sissies?" He asked after swallowing a mouthful. "Doug was offensive lineman, an athlete, and the fattest jock I have ever met. Big difference." He clarified.

"Okay, let me ask you this...You know how I dislike giving you oral. if I have a sissy slave, she'd be really happy to do that for you." I really did mean that as a present for him. "So what do you think?" I asked.

"Futa on male isn't gay. But isn't male on sissy?" He looked genuinely perplexed.

"Honey it's your pleasure I care about, stop labeling things!"

He nodded and pointed at the TV. "Kickoff!" He said with a mouthful.

"Manners!" I playfully slapped his knee. He held his hands up in surrender, smiling. Goddess, he was adorable!

"Look at all the time that asshole has in the pocket, we need a better defensive front." I groaned.

"Anna he still has no one to throw to, our secondary is amazing." He said then finished his beer. He picked up my can to see how full it was, then brought both of us one. It was in the little details that he took care of, that endeared me to him.

We had been together now for long enough. After the game I would ask him. Damned I was nervous!

Packers killed the Patriots 34-6.

He was laying on my shoulder, kissing my neck.

"Baby?" I got his attention.

"Yes my sexy futa?"

"Would you willingly take my collar?" I held my breath. He pulled away from me in shock.

(Oh No!)

He stared at me not blinking. Each second seemed to last forever. The notion of time becoming painful.

His mind finally caught up and his eyes finally blinked. There was a hint of a smile on his face.

"Only if you meant what you said about blissing." He finally spoke.

"Never Michael, I love you too much. She, when we find her, maybe. I would like to not have to bliss anyone for our triad. But you know how I feel about the women. Oh, and you get to pick the sissy, that serves OUR home." I added the frosting.

"Anna we don't need a woman anytime soon, not in the triad. I know the government wants you to have at least 5 futa children. So instead of a sissy, get a couple slave breeding women. We knock out your quota in two years, with one futa child being mine, and we can start a real family. Then we can get a cute sissy maid!!" He grinned.

"I'm going to give you more than one child Michael, so I hope you still like pussy, even if my nuts get in the way." I said. He had tears building in his eyes. He got off of the couch and knelt before me.

"Mistress Anna Lee Joyner, this male would loved to be married to you for life, in service to your every whim, and be an extension of your will, until I am dead or sold." He said softly looking into my eyes. Then added.

"No blissing, as you promised."

"I promise Michael Cobb, to guide and protect you, keep you in comfortable chains as my property, but also keep you in my heart as a husband. I promise to give you children that you can teach at home, to be responsible futa, boys and girls. I promise to give you a female wife of OUR choosing, to help in building our family. I promise to never remove your intelligence or passion, by force via my semen being absorbed into your bloodstream as long as you hold your promises." I said the whole wedding speech I had planned.

We hadn't even talked about engagement, I already gave my speech!

"Oh Anna!" He dove at me and landed in my lap kissing me furiously. "I was hoping you'd have asked when we were in high school!!"

I broke the kiss.

"Really? I thought you had aspirations to be a free male?" I asked him seriously.

"I do, I mean, did. But I didn't have the grades to get me a freedom scholarship, and with my dad just recently...." He trailed off. This was a hard subject for him. " I can't get the legacy pass."

"Say no more. He didn't deserve that. I love you Michael, and unless you do something stupid like Dougie-potty, I'll never ever hurt you, change you, or even punish you. I want us to be equals behind closed doors okay?"

"You are the best futa wife ever!" He locked lips with me again and rubbed his bubble butt on my growing cock.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard! Grab a towel and lay it down under your cock. I don't have a slave to do laundry in the morning." I said ruefully.

"As of ten minutes ago you do. I'll move in now, and take care of you Mistress Anna." He said making my heart melt.

"No 'mistress' when we are home okay baby, just Anna or whatever pet name." I said as he laid the towel down and got into the prone position.

"Thanks dearest. Would you please fuck me till my prostate is destroyed?" Michael looked over his shoulder with a fake pout.

"As Billy Bob Thornton said...'you ain't gonna walk right for a week!" I said as I self lubed, and lined up with his tight pucker.

"Promises, promises!" He moaned as my cock head popped in. Just to show my new (soon to be) hubby slave, I meant business I slid the rest of my 11" thick cock in all at once. The whimper and groan he made was made from pain.

"I'll never doubt you again." He choked out, as my cock seemed to have emptied his lungs.

"Good! Don't! Now I'm going to make you put a million white kids into the towel as I drain your balls and prostate by collision!" I whispered in his ear as I began to move. His ass was so perfect for my cock. He was the glove that fit perfect.

"Oh Baby boy, damn!" I was needing to slow down, I damn near came in him already. I wanted to get my little hubby off a couple times at least before I filled him up.

"A little harder Anna, I'm almost there!" He groaned as he pushed his hips up to meet mine. Damn he was cock thirsty tonight!

Then something happened that had never happened in the 100 times we had made love. He screamed in pleasure. Not moaned, not growled, screamed.

"OH MY FUCKING GODDESS!!!"

There was no way to back down. I started to fill him with my massive load as soon as he clamped down on my baby maker. He clamped down so hard my cum seemed trapped in my cock! It shot out when ever he relaxed just a bit. My balls were contracting so hard they hurt. When his orgasm ended I fired another six ounces of my swimmers into my man's cock-sleeve.

The towel was soaked. Like his balls had created a futa sized load. He rolled onto his back after I pulled out of him. I lifted his hips and placed another towel under him so he could drain my load out. He was really quiet as I cleaned up a bit.

"I'm going to love being your slave-husband Anna." He said in a daze.

"Just Husband. Never mind the slavery okay?" I said finally wiping off my limp cock of our shared juices and lube.

He sighed. Then rolled to face me on the couch as I lay next to him.

"Do you know hard it may become to turn on my 'slavery' brain when we leave the house? And then just be me when we are home? Or the strange looks I will get when I'm the only clothed owned male in a shopping center?" He asked. I was confused.

"What are you saying Michael?" I asked. He was deep in thought. He met eyes with mine.

"If we do this, we should do it the right way." He inhaled deeply. "Just keep me as a slave husband. I'd rather be normal in this world then stick out. You have final say on my duties, be it a long list or almost nothing. When I see your mom next, I should be collared, in chastity and naked." He grabbed my hand.

"I don't want you singled out for spoiling me. If I am a slave, I should act, dress, and behave as one. I know you won't bliss me... YOU know I worshiped you even before the offer of your collar. What are your thoughts?" He asked.

I put my hands on the sides of his cute face. He had a point. But I wanted him to at least be free at home. My mind raced as he looked at me in anticipation.

I wasn't a big fan of this revelation, but I could get picked on even more if my husband wasn't a free man, yet wore a collar and was clothed. Mom would throw a fit.

If my best friend found out, She'd probably accuse me of being a MLM terrorist.

Male lives do matter, but no reason to blow up the slave health center!

I said the only thing that popped into my head.

"Are you sure Michael? Cause once we start down that road, there is no way back." I stated softly.

He grabbed my left hand off of his face and webbed his fingers in with mine. I nodded in understanding.

"I know. I know that over time, once we start down this road, slowly, you will see me more as property. Still, I believe in what is in your heart, that I will never be a REAL slave. That you will always allow me in your bed. I know in my heart, I will never sleep in a cage, or on a cold floor." He said with a soft angelic voice.

"Damned straight. I needs cuddlin's with my husband!" I said trying to lighten the somber mood. "Oh, and it is OUR bed. You will sleep next to me forever Michael. I promise. Even after death, we will rest together." Now I was the one tearing up. He held me in his small arms as tight as he could muster as we felt the true love radiate between us.

Poor man fell asleep laying on the towel, where 12 ounces of my cum leaked out of his man hole. That night, was the best night's sleep I ever had. It was so good, I woke late.

"Babe could you do laundry, and change the sheets too? Oh and get your stuff, bring it here, and put in your 30 day notice at your apartment. I'll cover this months rent, as you will need to quit your job. No hubby-slave that I love will all my heart, is ever going to work outside the home!" I rattled off.

He rubbed his eyes. He looked disappointed.

"Laundry, bedding, move my stuff, quit my job. No breakfast?" He asked.

"Sorry babe, I know I always feed you from my cock when you stay over but I slept late. Have some oatmeal. It will fill you up like my cum does." I began to leave the bedroom.

"Oatmeal doesn't get me high, and tastes like...oatmeal." He complained.

"If you want to be a real slave baby, just do what I tell you." I cautioned. I looked back at him one more time.

"Can you cook us some twice baked potatoes and steak tonight?" I asked.

"Yes my fiancee, I will be happy to feed my sweet futa whatever she wishes! Go, or you are gonna be late!"

"Love you Michael!"

"Love you Mistress Anna!"

I closed the door. I couldn't erase the grin from my face with a crowbar, circular saw, or a 5 horse power weed whacker with a fist attachment. Damn I love that little man!

"Someone is glowing!" My secretary said. He was a cute guy, in his early 40's. Poor bloke had no ass, but he was real good at sucking up to our clients. He was also a very efficient, and sharp person. Damned good employee.

As I walked past his desk to my office I decided to tease him.

"Derek, you really should clear your browser history. I have a feeling that you are staring at my big black ass. Thanks to your mistake, I know you want to put your tongue in it until I shit down your neck." I finally turned back and walked slowly toward his desk.

"Two problems my sweet slave secretary. One, I already have a human toilet." His blush told me I was right.

"Two, I got engaged to the crush I've had since high school last night. So unless you want to be a sissy maid...which would take a LOT of work for you to be feminized, how about you just....DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!" I yelled, then blew him a kiss.

"Sorry Mistress!"

"Yeah, Derek you are. A sorry excuse for a man." I began to walk back to the double doors of my office.

"Mistress, you have an appointment in 25 minutes. Would you like refreshments?" Derek had come out from behind his desk and knelt on the floor as close as I allowed him.

"Get me a coffee from Super Joe, and pick up doughnuts from there as well. These people aren't that special, so just put on a pot of the cheaper stuff." I said and closed the doors in his face.

Work was uneventful. I sent an email to my lawyer to draw up a wedding contract that was just a bit different than standard.

I needed to hit the slave boutique before I got home as well. Michael needed a temporary cheap collar and a wedding collar. Oh, he'd need a chastity device too. I hated this, yet Michael had a point.

"Welcome to Chattel Boutique! My name is slave Jill. What are you looking for today mistress...?"

"Anna. I need a cheap fiancee collar, and then, a mid to high end wedding collar. I will also be needing a heavy duty chastity...oh! Plugs!" I looked at the high end plugs in the case. Crystal, gold, platinum, glass, and one set with diamonds at the base.

"Mistress Anna would you like to shop for the plug first?" The lithe little naked blonde girl asked.

"Yes. Do you have a size chart?" I asked. She handed me a laminated card. It was length and width of cock = plug size.

"It will need to be 11/4." I told the shop keep.

"My owner has that available right now in the crystal clear swirled spiral pattern with a black base, the 24k gold plated, the platinum plated, glass, and the frosted glass. We are out of stock on the gold plated with the diamond inlays at the base." She explained.

"My fiancee is a bit pale, I think the clear crystal with black base would look best between his cheeks." I couldn't wait to see it inside of him.

"Excellent. I'll fetch that now for you Mistress Anne. Over here are the cheapest collars, do you have a style you prefer?" She asked.

"Gorean. The rolled collar is the most attractive on a man I think." She walked me to a different glass case. Then she went to fetch the plug. She came back quickly setting a box next to the register.

"I'm going to need a collar that doesn't have to be cut off, I did say a fiancee collar right?" I asked.

"Yes Mistress, you did. All of these are only locked by a tiny Allen screw. The only place to get the right pattern for the key is from the manufacturer. You could unlock it at anytime, and replace it on his neck easily." She explained.

"I think stainless steel for that collar then. Neck size C." I said. Then I wondered over to the chastity devices.

"Lucky Mistress to have such a small man." She commented. I should have been angry at her. Instead, I smiled.