Chapter 17

Katherine had her arm around the back of the sofa, so that her palm was ever so slightly brushing Raymond’s back. She didn’t want to make anything too obvious to Clara and Sarah, but at the same, she wanted to convey to Raymond that she understood where he was coming from now — that he had gotten skinnier, and that he had dropped out school, and more or less become full-time pathetic, because the emotional masochism of being a skinny, useless, submissive little man fueled a sexual thrill inside him that ate up his other desires. Katherine had been curious where he would be, especially after their coffee shop conversation that summer, and now she had her answer. There was understanding between them — and it made her far more aroused than she had expected to be. By resting her big palm lightly and furtively on his back (hidden by the sofa’s top cushions), she was, in effect, letting Raymond know that she saw his smallness, his masochism, his submission…and that she was attracted to it, and wanted to pursue it further. 

With her hand on his shoulder this way, Katherine was able to feel Raymond’s physical reaction to Sarah’s sudden question. She felt his stringy little back muscles tighten up, while the skin on his neck went stiff. Katherine herself had not been expecting such an abrupt and forward question from Sarah, especially given this young teenager’s apparent preternatural poise and good manners so far. But Sarah had asked the question so confidently, and so candidly, that Katherine had to respect it. Her fingers pressed slightly into Raymond’s back, kneading and prodding him lightly, reassuring him that she was there, and that he was therefore safe. She pivoted her head down toward Raymond, her curiosity growing for his response. 

By Raymond didn’t respond. He just sat there, frozen, staring straight ahead at Sarah from across the room. Sarah eyed him steadily; she wasn’t even smiling. 

‘She really just wants to know how he feels about it,’ thought Katherine with amazement. ‘There’s something unusual going on with this girl…I can’t…quite put my finger on it.’ 

“Are you going to answer her or not?” asked Clara, with an edge to her voice. 

“Go on, Raymond,” said Katherine suddenly, smiling down at him as she kneaded a little farther into his shoulders with her hidden hand. “This is kind of interesting, actually. How does it make you feel?” 

Raymond turned to look up at Katherine, grimacing with wide, pleading eyes. Katherine’s smile widened. They both knew how he felt about it — their vast size difference made him harder than he had ever been before. It had inspired his descent into the masochism and submission he was now mired in. But Clara didn’t know that…and Sarah had only just met him. Raymond felt trapped, and pled silently to Katherine with his eyes. 

Her eyes twinkled back at him. “Well?” she asked, grinning. 

Raymond looked away from her and back at Sarah, and gave a defeated sigh. 

“Uh,” he began, shrugging his shoulders, “It’s, uh…it’s alright, I guess.”

“No, come on…It has to make you feel some way,” said Sarah quietly, shaking her head. Even though she seemed to be speaking softly, her voice had a way of carrying on the air.

“I mean,” continued Sarah, sitting up even straighter in her chair and putting her hands on her knees, “Look at the two of you. This is absolutely abnormal for a male and a female of the same age…and you said he was actually, what…older than you, Katherine?”

“By several months, yes,” chuckled Katherine, her huge, thick bulk bouncing slightly with her laughter. Even when she laughed mildly like she was doing now, Raymond felt the vibrations through every part of his body that was touching the sofa. 

“Wow,” intoned Sarah in that same soft, thoughtful, incisive tone. She turned to Clara. “Yeah…I mean, I know we talk about this all the time, Clara. How much taller, bigger, and stronger you are than your older brother…who’s older than you by 6 whole years.”

“Uh, yeah we do!” she snickered. “Because it’s so easy and, well…just…fun to make fun of him, haha!” She looked over to Raymond. “If he wasn’t so short and skinny and pathetic, then things would be different. But that’s the way things are, so we get to make fun of him for it — it’s totally his fault, and he totally deserves everything that comes his way. Jeez, I mean, whoever heard of a 14-year-old sister being able to just…to just dominate her 20-year-old brother!?”

“I guess that’s what I’m wondering, Raymond,” said Sarah thoughtfully, after giving Clara an appreciative smile. “What Clara says is true, you know. It’s really just…so crazy…that you’re this small compared to her. And oh my god, let alone Katherine right there. And you and her used to date, Raymond…you used to go out together! Were you two equals when you were dating? Did you consider him an equal, Katherine?”

“Hmmm, yes,” said Katherine, appreciating Sarah’s line of questioning. She let the young girl’s interrogation of Raymond warm her loins. Sarah didn’t need to know how much she, Katherine, was enjoying this. “I did, actually.”

“Wow,” said Sarah. “And that was, what? Two years ago?”

“Two and a half, yes,” nodded Katherine. 

“And do you consider him an equal now?” asked Sarah, starting to smile a little as her light green eyes seemed to sparkle a little. Katherine looked over at the young girl and narrowed her eyes a bit, even as she returned her smile. Did Sarah know what was going on?! Was she…did she…was she into this kind of stuff too?? It didn’t seem possible that someone so young could know about these kinds of dynamics. But then again, Katherine mused, why not? 

“Haha,” chuckled Katherine, glancing down at Raymond as she arched her eyebrow at him sexily. She suddenly brought her hidden hand into view from behind the top couch cushions and very slowly and deliberately palmed Raymond’s head. Her hand was so huge that she was easily able to accomplish this task without much trouble. She effortlessly pivoted Raymond’s head right, then left, right, then left, showing her total control over his movements. She looked back over to Sarah, grinning suggestively. 

“Do I really need to answer that?” Katherine answered. She was enjoying the effect that her blatant domination of Raymond was having on Sarah. She was staring forward, her eyes a little wider than usual, with her mouth slightly parted in obvious fascination. 

“Are you just trying to use to Socratic Method for fun?” laughed Clara, shaking her head at Sarah. “Raymond and Katherine equals!? Are you nuts?? Haha, oh my god, even if we ignored their ridiculous size difference, which is impossible, by the way, we’d still be left with: Katherine has straight A’s at Stanford…Katherine speaks fluent French…Katherine is going to be a famous lawyer…and Raymond is…nothing.” 

“I’m just curious what Katherine thinks about all this,” said Sarah, smiling at Clara’s characteristic bluntness. “Although, as always, I admire you cutting to the chase.” 

“It’s why she keeps me around,” joked Clara to Katherine. “Otherwise she’d be floating around in the…oh what’s the term? Floating in the…”

“In the ether, I think is the term,” said Sarah. 

“Right.” Clara slapped her knees. 

There were several moments of strange silence that passed between the group. Despite her obvious enjoyment of the topic, Katherine had to remind herself, yet again, that it was up to her to make sure that the conversation didn’t get too…crazy or outlandish. The Pierce parents would be home any minute now, and Katherine wanted to make sure that things weren’t too inescapably awkward when they walked in. She was just about to change the topic, and ask Sarah more about Science Olympiad, when Sarah spoke up again. 

“Well, anyway…I just think that it’s…that’s it’s interesting that you two are still…uh…well, obviously you’re not together, right?”

For a split second, Katherine actually thought about saying something like ‘Not in the conventional sense,’ but she quickly rejected it — there was no way that she was actually going to get into all of that right now, in this setting, in front of Clara. Somehow, Katherine didn’t think of Sarah as existing on the same protective plane as Raymond’s younger sister. Katherine almost felt like a big sister to Clara, but to Sarah…Katherine had only just met her, but the slow, confident way she carried herself made Katherine think that she didn’t need to protect Sarah from anything. 

Katherine smiled and shook her head, putting her hand on Raymond’s shoulder, encompassing it completely, and shaking him playfully. 

“No, we’re not together anymore, haha.”

Clara looked over incredulously at Sarah, eying her like she had two heads.

“Sarah, what are you talking about?! Are you hearing yourself?? Of course Katherine isn’t dating Raymond anymore!” 

Sarah chuckled a little and held up a steadying hand in Clara’s direction. Katherine suddenly noticed that she had a curious silver ring on her left pinkie finger. 

“Easy Clara,” said Sarah, smiling. “I’m just trying to understand their relationship. It’s interesting to me.” 

Clara rolled her eyes as Sarah turned back to Katherine.

“But clearly you two are still friends, right?” 

Katherine glanced down at Raymond. She was getting a kick out of the odd situation — right when the two of them had established a mutual understanding of their desire to pursue a kinky, femdom power dynamic, they were being scrutinized by a 14-year-old girl. 

“You wanna answer that, Raymond?” asked Katherine, grinning as her eyebrows went up expectedly. Raymond looked up at her with the same pleading eyes before turning back to Sarah. 

“Y-yeah…yeah, we’re still friends,” he said, a bit weakly. 

“So yeah…this is what I’m getting at, I guess,” said Sarah, leaning forward in her chair. “You’re both still friends…and it doesn’t bother you that Katherine has outgrown you and…uh…what’s the word I’m looking for here…”

“Surpassed?” asked Clara proudly.

Sarah turned to make wide eyes at Clara, faking incredulity.

“You bitch!” laughed Clara, “Don’t pretend I don’t help you out from time to time — you don’t know everything!” 

“Ha! I am well aware,” giggled Sarah, turning back to Raymond. “Yes…surpassed you…outgrown you…in every way? That doesn’t make you feel anything? It’s just…like, normal between you two, despite all that?”

Raymond felt increasingly like he was being backed into a corner, into a small box that was threatening to capture him in his own forbidden desires. All of this was private, and yet Sarah was ever so subtly drawing it out into the open. 

“Go ahead, answer her, Raymond,” said Katherine quietly to him, almost in a whisper. “I can’t speak for you here.” If they had not reached a mutual understanding before, then there would be no way that Katherine would be allowing this conversation to continue. But the intoxicatingly erotic charge of the power dynamic between them was making her feel more brazen than usual…even reckless. In the back of her mind, she made sure her tether that restrained her sexual animal was secure; she would not let that beast out in this setting, in the Pierce’s house, in front of Clara. But the tether was stretched tightly, almost as tight as it could go. 

“I…,” stuttered Raymond, “Uh…of…of course it’s been, um…a l-little bit different between us.”

“How?” asked Sarah.

“I…I don’t know!” said Raymond helplessly. He looked again to Katherine appealing to her for assistance. She chortled a little, taking pity on him. 

“Well, for my part at least, I’ve noticed a few things,” said Katherine pleasantly. “I mean…certain things are just unavoidable, you know?”

Sarah nodded, and Katherine saw that she had wet her lips a little with her tongue. She suddenly realized that if Sarah had been the only person she was talking to, she would have actually felt like talking more openly about her and Raymond’s power dynamic. 

“Like, I think the biggest thing is that I just feel…well, older than him now,” continued Katherine. “Even though I’m actually younger, whenever we’re hanging out, I actually feel older.” She nudged Raymond playfully with her huge thigh. “Much older.” 

“Well you certainly look much older,” said Sarah, nodding. “Raymond looks like he’s, like, a sophomore in high school or something. And you look like an olympic athlete.” 

“Sarah, you’re too flattering, really,” laughed Katherine. Almost without thinking, she reached out her forearm in front of herself, close next to Raymond, and flexed and unflexed her hand. The impressive muscles bulged in her thick forearm, and Sarah’s eyes went even wider. 

“See…that!” she said excitedly, pointing to Katherine’s extended arm. “Look at that! Raymond, her arm looks like it’s bigger than your leg! Hold out your leg, Raymond! Next to her arm!” 

Katherine couldn’t help but smile at Sarah’s enthusiasm, and she continued to flex and unflex her arm as she playfully turned to Raymond. He had never been more thankful for a simple little throw pillow in his life. His erection was raging hard now, and the pillow in his lap was the only thing that hid his shame from the room. 

Sighing, he extended out his leg next to Katherine’s arm. 

“Pull those baggy shorts up a little,” ordered Sarah, indicating with an authoritative finger. “I wanna see your whole leg next to her arm.” 

“Oooo boy, heeerreee we go!” laughed Clara, matching Sarah’s excitement. “This is insane!” 

Raymond had pulled his shorts up his leg, so that his skinny, pale thigh was exposed to the air. Katherine’s long, thick, tanned arm lined up parallel to his leg. Sarah stood up and walked over, her mouth slightly open in unadulterated fascination. 

“Is it….could it be?” she said, almost in a whisper. She had reached the sofa, and was now peering down closely at the comparison. 

“Oh my god,” breathed Sarah, almost to herself. “It is. Your arm is bigger, Katherine.”

Sarah looked up and took a step closer to Raymond, so that her face was no more than a foot and a half away from his. Her eyes bore down into his. 

“Her arm…is bigger than your leg,” she said quietly. 

“Y-yeah…I, I know,” said Raymond, looking down into his lap as he blushed full red. He could not hold Sarah’s eyes for more than a couple seconds. 

“That has to make you feel some way,” continued Sarah, in that same cool, quiet voice. She did not take her eyes off Raymond’s face. Katherine was watching Sarah in amazement — she had never met a teenager who was remotely like this girl. She couldn’t help but admire her poise and confidence. And yet, at the same time, she felt another feeling prick up inside her…a kind of protective urge…towards Raymond. He was being gently tightened on the rack in front of her. 

“Do you hate it?” asked Sarah, searchingly. “Do you hate that your ex-girlfriend is now twice your size, and superior to you in every way?”

Raymond shook his head. He was afraid that if he spoke, his voice would shake too much. His anxiety had reached a fever pitch by this point. Clara had hopped out of her chair and had come over to watch the fun. 

“I don’t believe that you just feel nothing about it,” persisted Sarah. “I don’t believe it, Raymond.”

Katherine was beginning to feel some anxiety herself. She felt like she was losing control of the situation. But what could she say that would diffuse the tension, without openly admitting the sexual dynamic that existed between her and Raymond? Like him, she felt trapped. 

“You know what I think?” said Sarah, her lips cracking into a slow smile. “I think you like it, Raymond. I think you like feeling small.” 

Raymond raised his eyes to Sarah’s. She brought her face even closer, and her green eyes suddenly went wide at him. She bent over and whispered in his ear.

“I think it turns you on.” 

Katherine had dropped her arm away from Raymond’s leg, putting it back over behind his back, and she felt his body shudder. His face was beet-red. Had he just…had he just cum?? 

“What?” asked Clara, from the other end of the sofa. “What are you whispering to him, Sarah?” 

Katherine had heard it. And she also saw that, as Sarah withdrew, she turned her head in such a way that blocked Clara’s view…and then Katherine saw Sarah, quite clearly, lick Raymond’s earlobe. It all happened so fast, but there was no mistaking it. Katherine’s eyes bulged at the uncanny sexual audacity of this girl. 

“Oh nothing, just teasing him is all,” said Sarah lightly, straightening up and taking a step back. She glanced over at Katherine, who was looking up at Sarah, unable to disguise her astonishment. She had half a mind to give Sarah a disapproving look, as if to say, ‘Hands off my sub!’ But right then, Sarah’s face broke into a sheepish, almost unapologetic grin, and she blushed and shrugged her shoulders self-consciously at Katherine. In that moment, Katherine’s whole outlook changed — Sarah hadn’t been trying to show her up…no…Sarah had been showing off to her…letting her know that she knew what was going on…and that she was intrigued by it, and wanted to know more. Katherine had already been impressed by this young teen’s self-composure, but now she was almost in awe of her subtle maneuvers. She couldn’t help but give Sarah a big smile back, conveying her approval. And just like that, Katherine felt in charge again. 

“Oh my god, all this comparison stuff reminds me of my instagram!” said Clara suddenly, whipping out her phone. “Hey Katherine, check it out! It’s a bunch of pictures of me and Raymond comparing — you’ll love it!”

“Haha, I’m…sure I will!” laughed Katherine. The next several minutes, Clara scrolled through her pictures, showing some of her favorites to Katherine, one after the other, as Sarah stood by. Katherine was marveling at how crazy all of this was — almost all of Clara’s pictures were of her and Raymond in all variety of comparison shots…biceps comparisons, thigh comparisons, height comparisons in bare feet, with Clara wearing heels, and on and on. Clara’s instagram was basically a “younger sister compares with big brother”-themed profile. She had over 800 posts…and 20k followers. 

“How…how old is your instagram, Clara?” asked Katherine, feeling incredibly aroused. 

“Oh, I guess as old as my workout routine,” she answered. “Like…6 months old?” 

“W-well!” laughed Katherine, taking a deep breath. “It seems like you’ve already got quite the following, huh?” 

“Haha, yeah!” exclaimed Clara. 

“It turns out, a lot of people like what she’s posting,” said Sarah.

“Yeah, but sometimes I get creepy, gross dudes sending me messages about it,” said Clara, making a face. 

“Oh yeah?” asked Katherine, not a bit surprised. 

“Yeah, they ask me disgusting questions, like if I have sex with him, and that kind of stuff,” said Clara, retching playfully as she stuck out her tongue. 

“Aww, now, that’s just…inappropriate,” said Katherine. She felt Sarah’s eyes on her, but decided not to make eye contact in this exact moment. 

“Yeah — I tell em’ to get lost, though, so it’s whatever,” said Clara airily. 

Just then, the creak of the attached-garage door opening resounded through the house. 

“Oh my god, finally, they’re home!” laughed Clara, rolling her eyes. Katherine looked down at Raymond, and he looked back up at her, panic in his expression. Katherine understood — he needed to change his shorts. Part of her wanted to just make him deal with the “fallout” from his inability to control himself, but another part genuinely took pity on him. 

“Come on Clara,” said Sarah, lacing her arm through her friend’s, “Let’s go welcome your parents home.” She led Clara out of the living room, but as she did so, she turned back and gave Katherine a little wink. 

‘Jesus, this girl gets it,’ thought Katherine, nodding her head appreciatively back at her. ‘She knows what she did.’ 

She glanced back down at Raymond, and promptly yanked the throw pillow off his lap. There it was: the cumstain, darkening his crotch. Katherine smirked down at him and shook her head. 

“Gonna have to get better at that,” she said with gentle chiding. 

“I’m…I’m s-sorry,” said Raymond, bowing his head. 

“Yes, well…we can deal with that later,” said Katherine, with a husky edge to her voice. The sound of the Pierce parents started echoing through the kitchen. 

“Well go on!” said Katherine, rising from the sofa as she lifted him up to his feet by his armpits, pointing up the stairs afterward. “Go get changed, Mr. Premature!”