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Ch.6: Preview #2
🕑 Added 2024-06-22 18:25:31 +0000 UTCTuesday
Theo felt almost betrayed by Alice. She seemed to know he was in a real predicament with Jen – and she had decided to play games about it? Such confusing, strange games.
And strangely arresting.
Dammit, he knew he shouldn’t look at the photo again! Every time he did, it felt like he was validating her as ‘Mommy-domme’, somehow. Condoning it. Embracing it.
Oh fuck, but he’d already opened it again before he could stop himself. The tantalizing image, already wearing down his defenses once more, already muddling his brain with her juicy tits and her haughty camera angle and the bewildering attitudes her expression conveyed: strict and severe, yet soft and adoring, all mixed up in one confusing, bewildering, exhilarating bundle. Jesus … his girlfriend the leather-clad, whip-wielding dominatrix had already been living rent-free in his mind for a week now, and occupying a whole damned city block at that. He couldn’t handle Alice the Mommy-domme too! Except, fucking hell, she had already moved in too.
He was already feverishly pounding off to Alice, and her new persona, for probably the fourth time since last night, when: Thump Thump Thump, out in the hall. Fuckkk! At the sound of Jen’s footsteps, he stifled a yelp and threw the covers over himself, panicking like some embarrassed teenager being caught in the act!
The footsteps had stopped right outside his door. Amidst breathless gasps, with the covers pulled up tight to his chin, he could see the light under the door being blocked by her feet. He hadn’t locked his door; he’d never felt any need to. Until now.
She wasn’t going to come in here, was she?!?
The footsteps moved off. It took a while for his breaths to calm. Jesus, the things she had put him through yesterday: the laying down of rules … the workout! That agonizing workout had nearly ended him! He’d thrown all he had into the exercises, but to Jen it never seemed enough. The dubiousness, the disappointment in her eyes. The implied threat in her voice, when she told him to try harder every time. He gave his best! But oh christ, he was certain she’d punish him at the end.
But she hadn’t. He’d never been so relieved. You see, she’d been working out too – in skimpy workout clothes that revealed so, SO much. The impossible amount of weight she was lifting was made all the more harrowing by seeing the mechanical sliding, elongating, and tightening of muscles across every inch of her body. She looked like a literal machine; a dense collection of organic pistons, rotors, and shafts beneath a layer of living skin. Do you think he wanted to disappoint THAT!? Dear Jesus, no! She looked like a Terminator stalking toward him in between sets, glistening with sweat and rippling with power, her eyes disdainfully peering down on his progress and her mouth spouting rebukes.
But she was so womanly too. So astonishingly curvy and feminine, despite her bulk. Oh god, his mind got wrapped up in that now too …
Ack! His hand was at his cock again, stroking, without realizing it! Magnifying and intensifying his arousal toward … toward … No, he couldn’t think about Jen right now! He snatched his phone, pulling up the image of Alice, rechanneling his thoughts. A sound from the kitchen pulled him back to Jen. He took his hand off his cock entirely, panting, but disciplining himself to only touch it again once he was fully refocused on his girlfriend Mommy domme. The continuing noises in the kitchen made it quite an ordeal.
Jen finished brewing her coffee and leaned back against the counter to sip it. This wasn’t her first cup today, mind you. She’d actually been up for two hours already and had put that time to incredible use. No matter what she threw at her body now – no matter how far she ran or how hard she pumped iron – after a short recovery time, her body could still handle more. The old ‘one day on, one day off’ guidelines for weightlifting was a freaking joke now for souped-up women like her. More like ‘one hour on, one hour off’ – and that was hardly an exaggeration. Why, she’d just finished a run not forty minutes ago that would’ve made her Mouse’s jaw drop, and already her body was beggin’ her for more!
Which brought her to her one real worry: her teammate, and his startlingly poor performance at yesterday’s workout.
She’d expected his weightlifting to be pitiful, and oh boy it was. But she hadn’t expected such sluggishness from him on the treadmill, the elliptical, jumping jacks – even his inflexibility during stretches was cause for concern! Weren’t these all things a Mouse should be good at? Or at least, not toooo terrible?
She pursed her lips, reminding herself that athletic qualities came second, for Mice. “Attentiveness,” she murmured. “Receptiveness. Deference. Obedience.” Yeah, as long as he had those traits, they’d do alright.
But was he really trying his hardest? He sure claimed to be; but why had he kept looking at her? All weirdly transfixed or something. She had been showing a lotta skin, with just a workout bra and yoga pants on. Was seeing her physique like that too much to handle – enough to make him nervous, even afraid? To the point he just stood there and stared?
That, plus he was probably still wrapping his head around the new order of things in this house. It’d be a big adjustment for anyone. Hell, even she had felt weird at times, ordering him around. Such a big change. Hmph … well, they’d both better get used to it. And fast.
Speaking of which … where the heck was he? She’d heard him rustling around in his room, what, ten minutes ago now? This was on top of the nearly nine freaking hours he’d been in bed. Jen herself had slept five hours – and woken up fully refreshed and bursting with energy at that. Their bodies were different, sure, but still …
She didn’t want to have to give him an assigned ‘wake-up time’ or whatever. But as more and more minutes dragged on, it felt like he was avoiding her or slacking off on purpose, and that was not okay. Plain disrespectful, is what it was – when he had no idea what assignments she’d give him today or how long they would take! Just assuming he could spare all this time, lazing around, while she’d already been up for hours and gotten so much done!
She eyed the clock and timed out three more minutes; but when he still hadn’t emerged, she planted her mug on the counter and marched to his room. Knock Knock Knock “Hey – what are you doing in there?” she called loudly. “Time to get up, don’t you think!?”
F&$#^#*@!!! Damn it, DAMN IT!! Theo pulled sideways on his ‘joystick’, aborting his oncoming orgasm like a jet pilot swerving out of a nosedive. FUUUUCKKK!! He was barely one second away! Just one more stroke and he’d have—
KNOCK KNOCK!! “*Ummm, hello? … Ahem?? … Dude, seriously, you can at least answer me.” KNOCK KNOCK “C’mon, I hear you moving around in there.”
Shiiiit. He kept his hand well clear of his cock. No way in hell he’d touch himself with … Jen … now on his mind.
She waited, then: “You’re kidding me, right?” Her impatience grew. “Are you seriously not going to even—"
“I-I’m awake!” he rasped, more than a little disgruntled.
“Yeah, duh.” He could swear her huff rattled the door. “Just get outta bed already. C’mon. We’ve got a ton to do today.”
“Like what?” came his unthinking retort – pointed, frustrated, and peeved.
Jen blinked. That tone was way out of line. All she’d given was a simple request – an incredibly reasonable one, at that. “Like, I will tell you what,” she snipped, “when you finally get your ass up and start movin’.”
She was willing to leave it at that for now – until her teammate whined even more insolently, “I’ll get up when I—w-when I feel like it! Just give me space!”
Oh. Hell. No. He thought he could talk to her like that!? Yelling through the door suddenly didn’t seem like enough. She tried the knob and it was unlocked – so she barged right in.
