The Will Of The Wongs

Arthur's phone buzzed at 7:28 AM Tuesday morning with a message that drained him of all color.

Mother wants to discuss your intentions regarding me further. Family house Thursday at 7 sharp. Behave. You won't get another chance. - M

The days leading to Thursday night passed in a haze of work sessions where Arthur couldn't focus, meetings where he forgot the agenda, and evenings staring at his phone until he fell asleep in his suit. He purchased an expensive bottle of Japanese whisky before finally arriving at Mei's childhood home at 6:54 PM.

The door opened at precisely 7:00 PM. Kimi stood there, dressed in a stunning silk kimono, its midnight-black fabric clinging to her form like liquid shadow.

"You are expected," she said, motioning him inside without an introduction. "Follow me."

She led him through the house and into a back room Arthur hadn't seen before – a space far larger and more modern than the rest of the house, with sleek leather furniture and ambient lighting that complemented the absolute dominance of the woman seated in the center.

"Mr. Sterling," Mrs. Wong greeted, and Arthur's breath hitched.

The transformation was complete and shocking. Dressed in a black latex catsuit that hugged every commanding curve of her figure, Mrs. Wong had become something mythic. The corset-style front with silver buckles cinched her waist, while mesh panels across her shoulders and arms contrasted with the glossy bodice. Fishnet stockings led to thigh-high boots that seemed to extend her presence despite her physical stature.

"Arthur Sterling, big, powerful businessman," she began, her voice cultured and precise, "thinks he can throw his money around to bed my daughter."

"Now, wait just a minute," Arthur started, though he knew immediately it was a mistake.

"You will not speak unless told to," Kimi's voice came from behind him, as sharp and sudden as a whip crack.

Mrs. Wong rose and began circling him slowly, the clicking of her heels on the wooden floor the only sound. Even in those towering heels, she barely reached his chin height, yet Arthur had never felt smaller.

"Do you think you are good enough for this family? Are you man enough to fulfill her and our needs?" She stopped before him, impossibly close. "You may speak."

"I can provide her with a wonderful life," Arthur stammered. "I will cherish and love her."

"Hah!" Mrs. Wong's laugh cut through him. "She already has a wonderful life. Your money means nothing to us. Are you man enough?" She paused, then delivered the command that splintered something inside Arthur: "Strip. I want to see."

Arthur laughed nervously – a pathetic sound that died as Kimi yanked his head back by the hair. "Do as mother orders, pig," she whispered, just as Mrs. Wong's knee connected sharply with his groin.

He collapsed to the floor, hands flying to cup himself as the air left his lungs in a pained whoosh. Through tear-blurred vision, he watched them stand over him.

"You will strip now," Mrs. Wong announced in the room at large.

Kimi stood behind him as she fumbled with his clothes, his face burning with humiliation. When he was finally naked before them, Mrs. Wong knelt, producing a cloth measuring tape from somewhere.

"Three inches soft," she announced clinically, measuring his flaccid length. "Now let's see what we have when excited."

Something in her voice – perhaps the clinical detachment – responded in Arthur despite himself. His flesh responded eagerly.

"Just over four inches," Mrs. Wong noted with a sigh. "Slightly below average, I'm afraid. Not much to work with here."

She returned to her chair as Kimi forced Arthur to his knees. "Go thank my mother for the time she has given you," the younger sister commanded.

Arthur crawled across the room, pressing his lips to the toe of Mrs. Wong's boot. Then to Kimi's sandaled feet. Only then did Mrs. Wong wave her hand dismissively.

"You may go now, Arthur Sterling. We will be in touch."