"Listen up ladies," Corrine struck a knife against her water glass, looking around the table. "It seems we have a problem."
It was Thursday night, Corrine had called a mandatory council dinner. Everyone was there, including Catherine. Chester could see she was agitated at the prospect of her disobedience to Millard and John.
The noise quieted down, all faces looking at Corrine.
"Catherine...well, Catherine has gotten herself into something a little deeper than is good for her. Or, should I say, she's put something deeper in her than is good for her?" Corrine smiled at her play on words.
They all turned to look at Catherine, her head shaking, red-faced.
"And Chester...well, it seems Chester's past has caught up with him." She paused, looking at Chester with a matronizing expression. "To make matters a little more complicated, the young pups, Millard and John, have been a bit more pit bull than French poodle. So, we're going to have to stage an intervention."
Several of the women turned their heads to look between Catherine and Chester, not sure where to pay attention, their curiosity exploding.
"What sort of intervention?"
"Who?"
"When?"
Corrine looked around, smiling thinly. "Well, that's what we wanted to chat about. We had some ideas, but we thought you all might be able to help."
Corrine explained some of the specifics, talking over the gasps and protests from some of the women as they comprehended what Catherine had agreed to. Chester kept his eyes focused on her, trying to ignore the questioning looks. He knew he was blushing, but his biggest concern was the reaction from his peter.
Why would it pop up at a time like this?
The suggestions started to fly about what to do.
"Well, when Roger is a bad boy, we do a little B-mod, if you know what I mean," Darla said coyly.
"No, Darla, we don't. Perhaps you could be specific?"
She blushed, but everyone knew she enjoyed talking about Roger – he humiliated her plenty when he was in the house and she used these as opportunities to get back at him. "So, he absolutely hates it when I don't let him...ummm...you know...cum? So, when he's been particularly annoying, I make sure he's pretty worked up, and then, well, I leave him hanging...so to speak. He doesn't repeat whatever it is very soon after – blue balls apparently lasts a while..."
Lucinda chimed in. "Yeah, I've noticed him being sheepish every now and then – that's cold, Darla. But I've got to admit I've used the same approach on a few guys. It sounds like these two are real freaks of nature, though, right? In my Human Sexuality class last semester they talked about how symmetries in sexual practices – like voyeurs are equally likely to be exhibitionists, or doms and subs often switch roles...like that...."
"What's your point, Lucinda?" June hated how she lectured all the time.
"I'm just saying, if Millard and John are so into these power roles – they would likely respond to having it done to them, right?"
"And?" It was Roxie's turn to push her along, already well familiar with Millard's role switching.
"So, I guess it would be a small shift to move them from Dom to Sub under the right circumstances..."
Chester saw Corrine's eyes dart to Roxie's and June's and all of them quickly looking at him and Catherine. He couldn't figure out what was going on, simply eating in silence as the chatter continued around the table.
Roxie pulled him aside after dinner, the group agreeing on their next steps for Millard and John.
"Have you given any more thought to what you're going to do about your sister?"
He just shook his head, his eyes searching hers for any hope. "No. Whatever she is planning, it'll be awful for me. I'm certain of it." He had been imagining what Yvette would be thinking, but he'd never successfully figured it out before – she always seemed to push the envelope beyond anything he'd thought up.
"Oh, c'mon Chester. It's not that hard." They were sitting in her room – a single, like his, but without all of Wendy's pinks and fluff. "She just enjoys humiliating you. And you seem to respond to it, so she keeps doing it."
He sat on her bed watching as she puttered around the room, straightening, getting her homework together.
"But," she stopped, looking at him, "it sounds like she's into a little bit more than just public humiliation, right? Control. She really sounds like a control freak." She looked over his shoulder, staring into the distance, thinking. "I'm going to get out of these clothes – you don't mind, yeah?"
He shrugged – it didn't seem to matter what he minded. But the thought she might care about his opinion was sweet.
"For example," she continued as she unbuttoned her blouse. "She'd just as soon have you kneeling on the floor right now, right?" She stopped, two fingers pinching her blouse closed.
He blushed at the thought, and how she had nailed Yvette. "Yes," he said quietly, waiting.
"She'd probably do something like this – let me know if I've got it right: 'Chester, you little scoundrel! What are you doing in my room?! The scandal! Sitting on my bed and watching me undress! That just isn't a proper thing for a
boy
to do, is it?'" Roxie smiled slightly, letting the blouse placket swing open.
He could see the lace of her bra. He smiled thinly at her impersonation. "Close," he said.
