Chapter 11: Cameras, Cameras Everywhere, Part 2 of 3
Kindra and her young assistant were quite skilled in their profession, and very efficient. The living room cameras were installed in a little over a half-hour. Kindra was about to move on to another room when she noticed a box in the corner. “I see you have a few speakers here,” she said. “It looks like they are part of the system. How would you like them allocated?” she asked me.
“I ordered enough so we could have one in each room,” I replied. “Also, one for the front porch and one for the back yard. I want to be able to interact with Miss Joplin no matter where she is.” I noticed the look of dismay on Miss Joplin’s face. “Don’t worry, Marian,” I said. “We’ll still be able to have our texting sessions that we enjoy so much. I just wanted to have another option available to us.” I glanced at Kindra and Ricky and perceived that they were listening intently. My next words were for their benefit (and of course Miss Joplin’s, as always). “And think of the convenience factor. No matter where I am, for instance, I’ll be able to just talk into my phone and say, ‘I’d like to look at your breasts.’ And the next thing you know, you’ll be naked from the waist up. And I’ll be watching.” I looked at our audience of two and I wasn’t disappointed. A smiling Kindra made eye contact with me, and Ricky once again was wide-eyed and agape. I could almost see the image of a topless Miss Joplin in his thought bubble.
A few minutes later, Ricky was putting the finishing touches on the living room speaker under the guidance of his aunt. Kindra addressed me. “Fel….may I call you Felicity?”
“Of course,” I responded.
“We’re finished in here,” she continued. “Shall we give it a test run?”
“Sounds good!”
Kindra reached into her bag and pulled out her laptop. “Maybe you and I can take this in another room.”
“Sure, let’s go in the kitchen.
She looked over at Miss Joplin, who had been standing around uncomfortably. “Uh,” she said to me, “Would you mind if I direct your….your subject?”
“Oh, by all means, please do.”
“Thank you. Mam, if I could get you to come stand over here, please,” she said. Miss Joplin obediently followed Kindra to the living room entrance. Kindra took Miss Joplin’s shoulders and positioned her so she was facing the living room. “I’d like you to stand perfectly still until I tell you otherwise,” she directed in an authoritative tone. She looked up at Ricky, who was standing on a ladder. “Ricky, you can stay right there and observe, if you like. Try not to move until she does, so you don’t activate the camera.”
The stage was set, and Kindra and I retired to the kitchen, which was around the corner. She set her laptop down on the island counter and opened it up. “This won’t take long,” she said. “I already have the app on here; I installed one of these systems just last month. I just need to connect it to this system.” After a few keystrokes she slid the laptop in front of me. “You can go ahead and create an account now with a username and password.” While I was setting it up she asked, “Do you want me to also set up the lady of the house?”
“No thanks,” I responded. “She won’t be needing access.” Kindra did not seem at all surprised by my response.
I finished logging in, and I slid the laptop back to Kindra. She typed the words “living room” into a box. “First let’s test out the sound.” She pushed a key that evidently activated the speaker. “Mam, can you hear me okay?” she asked.
“Yes,” replied Miss Joplin. It was almost like a whisper.
“I need you to speak up, please,” ordered Kindra. “We’re trying to test the sound system. Say, ‘I’m looking forward to showing off my outfit for the cameras.’ You can talk in your normal voice.”
Oh, I’m really beginning to like this lady.
“I’m looking forward to showing off my outfit for the cameras,” complied Miss Joplin.
“Very good. We can hear you loud and clear.” She turned to me and said, “Now, I could simply turn on the cameras right now, but I want to test the motion sensors.” Again she addressed Miss Joplin. “Okay, miss, I’d like you to walk to the other side of the living room.”
I stared at the screen and smiled when Miss Joplin immediately appeared, and the camera followed her across the room. The quality of the video was superb, and I could clearly hear her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Wow!” I exclaimed. “That’s fantastic!”
“Oh, you’ll be amazed,” said Kindra. “Let me show you a few things.” Miss Joplin had returned to her starting point and had stopped. Kindra spoke into the microphone. “Keep walking for us, mam. Just keep walking back and forth until I tell you to stop.”
While Miss Joplin subserviently traipsed back and forth across her living room, Kindra showed me how to switch cameras, to change the line of sight, and to zoom in and out. At one point she zoomed in closely on Miss Joplin’s ass as it swayed side to side with her movements. I looked up at Kindra’s face, and she was grinning. Then she focused on Ricky, who was still on the ladder and ogling Miss Joplin with googly eyes. We both giggled.
“My nephew is having a day he won’t soon forget,” commented Kindra.
“Glad I could contribute,” I said with a grin.
Kindra targeted the camera back to the main subject and zoomed out to normal. “Is it okay to ask you a question?” she asked as we continued to watch Miss Joplin dutifully parade back and forth.
“Sure,” I responded receptively.
“Um….I have to ask….I’m quite curious….this….relationship that you have with her,” she said as we watched Miss Joplin turn around yet again and mince across the room. “It looks different than, say, a normal dom and sub thing. If it’s consensual on her part, she is putting on an Oscar-worthy performance.”
I had to make a call on the spot as to how much to divulge to this relative stranger. I elected to be transparent; there was something about her that told me I could trust her. On top of that, my intuition told me that we probably shared the same proclivity toward humiliation. Maybe not to the same degree, but if nothing else, it was apparent that she was enjoying herself. And I had a hunch she was attracted to Miss Joplin.
“It’s not an act,” I said.
“No, I didn’t think so. How did you….and please, stop me if you’d rather keep it to yourself; I would totally understand….how did you manage to get her in such a compromised position? You must really have something on her.”
“I don’t mind telling you, but let’s keep it between you and me. I was in a drugstore and witnessed her stuffing her purse with a fair amount of merchandise. She was—and still is—my English teacher at Roosevelt High School. She had never been very nice to me, so I pulled out my phone and recorded her in the act. I sent her the video and threatened to turn the footage over to the police if she didn’t comply with my wishes. Soon after that I managed to get her to take some risqué selfies and send them to me. As you can see, now I have her under my control.”
Kindra listened to my account with wide-eyed amazement. “My goodness!” she said when I was finished. “That’s quite a story. And an exciting one, at that.” She paused for a moment. “I must tell you, I’m a bit jealous,” she said with a chuckle. “And for her to have to submit to a young teenager….her humiliation must be extreme.”
“Indeed,” I said with a toothy grin.
Kindra grinned back. She looked at the screen and watched Miss Joplin walk across the room for the umpteenth time. “That’s quite a find you made there,” she said. “And such an exquisite situation you made for yourself. My compliments.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
It was at that juncture that I entertained the possibility that I would arrange to meet up with Kindra again, and that if I did, Miss Joplin would be heavily involved in that meeting.
* * * * * *
Over the next few hours, Kindra and Ricky managed to install cameras and a speaker in every room in the house without a hitch. It was a somewhat mundane atmosphere—well, I use the word “mundane” in the relative sense, since a woman that was scantily clad against her will was there at every turn.
To our enjoyment—enjoyment for everyone in the house other than Miss Joplin, it should be said—in mid-afternoon the atmosphere turned from somewhat mundane to highly captivating, thanks in large part to Kindra’s young assistant.
We were having a late lunch—I had Miss Joplin serve us sandwiches and lemonade—when it happened. It was a pleasant afternoon, so we decided to eat on the back patio. We sat in four chairs that were arranged in a circle. There was no table, so we had our plates on our laps. Our conversation had momentarily stalled. Ricky, who hadn’t said much of anything to that point, broke the silence.
“Um….,” he said while glancing at me before looking back down at his food. “Did you….oh, never mind, that’s okay.” I could see he was trying to build up the courage to say something, so I tried to help him along.
“It’s okay, Ricky,” I prompted. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well, I, um….you know how you said earlier how you might….how you would be able to make her (he stole a quick glance at Miss Joplin)….make her show you….show her breasts whenever you want her to?” He was blushing a nice shade of pink. I thought it was cute.
“Yes, I remember saying that,” I said. I was about to expound on that, but I had an idea where he was going, and I wanted him to continue. Plus, I was rather enjoying his bashfulness and discomfiture. (As an aside, I did fantasize at the time how fun it would be to strip and humiliate the boy. Hey, what can I say, I can’t help myself. But that wasn’t going to happen.)
“Is there any way….uh….uh….”. I knew for sure where he was going now. I had the feeling he figured out that he would only be there for another hour or so, and that the opportunity presented itself to experience what would probably be his first live sighting of a woman’s breasts—an opportunity that may not present itself again for a very long time. So, he was resolute in getting out his request, as difficult as it would be for him. “Is there any way she could do that….I mean, that you could make her do that….today?”
His Aunt Kindra could no longer suppress her laughter, and I couldn’t help but join in. Ricky was now blushing a glorious shade of red, while the horrified Miss Joplin was fidgeting nervously in her seat. Her arms were now crossed over her chest.
“Listen to you,” said the grinning Kindra. “The good, innocent Catholic boy with the naughty fantasies.” She giggled again and looked at me. “A normal teenage boy with normal teenage hormones.”
The ball was in my court. It was too good of a shot to pass up. “What do you think, Kindra? Ricky has been working hard, and it might be a nice way to reward him.”
“Yes, Ricky is a good boy. He turns fourteen tomorrow. We could call it an early birthday present.” She looked at Miss Joplin, who was now borderline petrified. “It would serve as a good diversion. I think it might be entertaining for all of us.”
“Alrighty, then! It’s settled!” I proclaimed. “Ricky gets his wish, and we’ll all be entertained.”
All heads turned to face Miss Joplin. I temporarily remained quiet to see what she would do. At first she just sat there, looking very nervous. Finally, she pleaded with me.
“Please, Felicity, I….I just….I just can’t....I can't
do that.”
The reader probably knows me well enough by now to know that wouldn’t fly. “Oh, but I think you
can, Marian. Look at the bright side: At least I’m not making you strip naked. All you have to do is lower your leotard down to your waist. Then Ricky will get his birthday wish. Your breasts will be exposed, and Ricky can get an eyeful.” I paused and looked at Kindra. “I think Kindra would like to see them, too. Kindra, would you like Miss Joplin to lower her leotard so you can see her breasts?”
“Yes, that would be delightful,” responded Kindra with a smile.
“I think so, too,” I said. “It’s unanimous, Marian. We would all like to put your breasts on display.”
It was quiet for a bit while the three of us waited expectantly. Miss Joplin was breathing rapidly. It seemed like we were at a standstill, so I decided to move things along. “Okay, Marian. It’s now or never. As you know, I have a nice picture of your breasts on my phone from the time I had you send me a selfie. I’m happy to just show Ricky and Kindra the picture instead of the real thing. But if I have to do that, I’ll also be sending the picture out to a few of your contacts. So it's your choice. And keep in mind, I’m already going to have to punish you for defying me.” I unlocked my phone and acted like I was pulling up the picture. I wasn’t really doing that, since I was sure it wouldn’t be necessary.
“No! Okay! I’ll do it!” was her unsurprising response.
“Good, Marian. Now lower your leotard and push it down to below your belly button. I know you’re going to want to cover up, but that won’t be allowed. You’re to rest your arms on the arms of your chair and leave them there.”
Miss Joplin took a deep breath and without further ado she tugged on one sleeve of her leotard and pulled her arm free. I glanced at Ricky and grinned at his look of open-mouthed wonder. I’m sure he couldn’t believe his good fortune. I looked at his aunt, and she had a look of delicious anticipation on her face.
Miss Joplin slipped her other arm through the sleeve, then unhesitatingly lowered the leotard and pushed it all the way down to her hips. I’m sure it was like resisting a force of nature for her, but she did manage to put her arms on the armrest and leave them there. Her face had a miserable expression, and it was as red as can be.
I didn’t take a picture that day, but here is the picture I had on my phone that I threatened her with. It’s the same picture that you probably remember seeing in an earlier chapter. I thought I’d submit it again, so you could visualize what we were all staring at.
“You have lovely breasts; thank you for sharing them with us,” said Kindra. She looked at her nephew, who was leering at Miss Joplin’s breasts with what I can only describe as a goofy-looking grin on his face. “What do you think, Ricky?”
“Wow!” was all he could muster, a response that elicited laughter from Kindra and me, and caused Miss Joplin’s face to flush even brighter.
“Can you wish Ricky a happy birthday, Marian?” I asked.
“Happy Birthday, Ricky,” she said with utmost reluctance. Ricky was too dumbfounded to respond; he just kept staring with that goofy smile.
“Okay, thank you for the afternoon delight,” said Kindra while rising from her chair. “Come, Ricky, we have to do the install in the kitchen before we go home.” Ricky grudgingly lifted from his chair without taking his eyes off the half-naked Miss Joplin. Miss Joplin reached for her leotard, assuming that she was free to pull it back up. But I had other ideas.
“You’re to leave that leotard just like it is,” I told her, much to Ricky’s and Kindra’s delight. “I told you that you’d have to be punished. For your punishment, you’re to remain like that for the rest of the day. And no covering up. Leave your hands at your sides so we can all check out your breasts as we please.”
“Oh, gosh,” said Miss Joplin as she rose from her chair and followed us into the kitchen.
To be continued…
This story just continues to give.
, and I'll probably have to break up the camera installation scene into yet another part. If so, the third part will definitely be the last.