Track Queen (extended video) (Patreon)

She doesn’t just compete—she dominates. On the track and in their minds, she leaves no room for doubt: power belongs to her.

You call this competition? No one here is even in my league. Look at me. Every muscle, every ounce of power, perfectly built for one thing: domination.

When I step onto the track, the chatter dies. Everyone stops. It’s not fear—it’s awe. You see it, don’t you? The way they can’t look away, the way their confidence crumbles the moment they realize they’re about to compete against me. Not that it’s much of a competition.

The gun fires, and the race is over before it begins. The field events? Laughable. Whether it’s throwing, jumping, or sprinting, I dominate them all with ease. While they struggle and sweat, I smile, taking my victory lap while they’re still catching their breath.

But it’s not just my performance that has them all in a daze. It’s me. Every inch of me. My legs, thick and powerful, stride like they own the track. My arms, carved from stone, make every movement a reminder of my strength. My chest, my shoulders—they command attention. And you, standing there pretending not to stare? I know you can’t help yourself.

Even after the events are over, the real show begins. I see them—the athletes, their husbands, even you—lingering, trying to muster the courage to approach me. You’re all the same. Drawn to me, consumed by the thought of what it must feel like to be near someone who radiates this much power.

And when I walk off the track, heading toward the locker room, you all follow. You try to act subtle, but I hear your footsteps, see the way your eyes follow my every move. Do you think I don’t notice? I notice everything.

In the locker room, I make no effort to hide my dominance. I know you’re imagining it now—me towering over you, dripping with power and confidence. You’re wondering what it would be like to be in my presence, aren’t you? To feel small, to submit to someone so undeniably in control.

Admit it. You want to follow me, just like they do. You want to see me, admire me, maybe even dare to speak. But you know your place. You’ll watch, you’ll worship, and you’ll remember that power like this doesn’t just happen—it commands.

So go ahead, keep watching. You’re exactly where I want you.