After what seemed like an age to Jon, Karyn finally sauntered down to the front door, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Well, well, Jonny boy, it looks like you've had a bit of a tangle with our new regulations," Karyn observed, her voice laced with mock concern. She gestured toward the collar with a flourish. "It's quite becoming on you, don't you think? Adds a certain...delicacy to your persona."
Jon desperately tried to voice his frustration, but the only sound he could produce emerged as a breathy little whimper.
"Alright, don't get your panties in a twist" laughed Karyn, "You should thank your sister for for escorting you here, into my very capable hands". reminding Jon yet again of his embarassingly servile position.
With a heavy heart and his gaze fixed firmly on the ground, Jon whispered a barely audible "Thank you, Zoe," once more being mortified at the high pitched sounds escaping his lips.
Zoe responded with another playful little pat on his head. "A pleasure to do business, but Karyn better not steal my new maid from me...".
She then regaled Karyn with tales of Jon's morning endeavors, detailing how diligently he had attended to his new household duties, her delight in his servitude barely concealed.
This went on for several minutes, both girls chatting away happily and discussing the advantages of this new female empowered world.
Jon meanwhile, clung shyly to the doorframe, all to aware of his role as a mere object of discussion rather than a participant.
Karyn and his sister were just girls, they were both about the same age as him, yet here he was being treated like a little child while the 'adults' talked.
Finally, he'd had enough. "Karynnn!" He whined, but his soft voice was simply drowned out by the stronger, animated voices of the two girls mid conversation.
It was like the stories he'd read over the years. How women complained about the difficulty to be heard and noticed by men. Now it was the other way around, women were in charge, and he was just left like a little girl.
