Interlude

It was already getting dark when I, panting and drenched in sweat, unlocked the door to our multi-family house. Sports were really not for me, that had been confirmed once again in my opinion today. Loona had, however, remained firm, and her message was clear. She wanted me to exercise more and get in better shape. So that's what I did, even tho it was as exhausting as hell.

As I struggled up the stairs, I reviewed the day once more. After I had splattered the floor in my room, Loona gave me my phone back. She left me alone with the words that I should clean up the mess and preferably start implementing her demands today, otherwise the few slaps on my ass would just be a nice preview of what was to come. With those words, she had floated out of my room, leaving me breathless, confused, humiliated, with a sore ass, and surprisingly still aroused.

So I set about following her rules. I wiped my sperm off the floor, did a few squats and push-ups, and put on my workout clothes to still make my 10,000 steps. When I felt like I had a somewhat clear mind again, I dared to look at my phone. She had been texting Timo and sent him sexy pictures of herself in my bed, which looked damn hot. I couldn't hold back and started jerking off again. This time to the pictures she had sent to Timo. She stretched out on them lazily. They gave new fuel to my imagination, but I still hadn't seen her naked.

When I was done and my mind was slowly but surely coming back to life, I decided to go for a run now.

I opened the door to our apartment. The smell of something fried hit me, and I heard my stepmother and my father bustling around in the kitchen. I dragged myself into the apartment and headed toward the bathroom.

"John, there you are." Loona said that you went for a run. But I didn't believe her. You and sports – I never thot that would happen in this world.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Vanessa standing in the kitchen doorway. She also looked stunning; it was clear where Loona got her good looks from. Dressed in leggings and a tight sports shirt, she stood in the doorway, her silhouette flattered by the light that illuminated her from behind, coming from the kitchen.

"I'm glad that Loona got you to exercise more, even tho I wonder how she managed it." Well, I'll find out eventually.

She smiled at me, and her gaze appraised me.

"Now I owe Loona money because I bet her that she wouldn't be able to get you to go jogging."

She tilted her head and her scrutinizing gaze wandered up and down my body. Vanessa was really sexy. If she hadn't had such an incredibly amazing daughter, my wanking fantasies would probably revolve around her. Damn, and she was so young too. She must have had Loona at 16, and the fact that she was a yoga instructor and took care of her body only added to her attractiveness. I could already understand why my father had chosen her as his new wife.

Vanessa let out a short laugh.

"Maybe we'll still get you into one of my yoga classes." Anyway, I have to keep taking care of the food, and you make sure not to splash all over the living room, you're soaking wet. The cleaner just mopped. If I see that the living room is wet, I will have you clean it again. And now, off to the shower with you.

She turned around and disappeared back into the kitchen. I dragged myself toward the bathroom, making sure not to drip everyplace. After Loona had dumped the entire household chores for our part of the apartment on me and I also had to do sports, I really wasn't keen on having to mop the big living room as well.

Over the course of the next two weeks, I gradually got used to the new "challenges" that my daily life now brought with it. Loona monitored my progress, but she didn't seem to have much time to spare for me. However, she came into my room every evening, let me kiss her feet, and checked if I kept the apartment clean to her satisfaction.

Addressing her as "Mistress" quickly became a habit for me. Even so much that I had to be careful not to call her that during our joint Sunday breakfast meetings with our parents. My father also had to listen to his latest conquests.