Miss Joplin: A Tale of Enforced Servitude

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mikewozere wrote: Thu Aug 01, 2024 6:55 am Bump. Will there be any more chapters? Was really enjoying this story 🙂
The challenge is finding the time to do it justice. But yes, there will be more. Felicity is not done with her humiliation and ownership of Miss Joplin.

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Love all of Blondies writing and i’m so glad that this story will continue it is my absolute favorite.
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Miss Joplin: A Tale of Enforced Servitude, Chapter 9

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Chapter 9: A Naked Session

I don’t usually set an alarm on a Saturday morning, but on this day I did, and I knew it would be worth it. The installers for Miss Joplin’s new surveillance system were scheduled to arrive at her house at 10:00 a.m. I was looking forward to having that system at my disposal; plus, I figured I might have a little fun with Miss Joplin during the installation process.

As it happened, I woke up at 8:00, about an hour before my alarm was set to go off. I guess I was a little excited.

A few minutes later, since there was plenty of time before the scheduled work, I decided to check in on my favorite subordinate.

Good morning, Miss Joplin!

As usual, thanks to my mandate, she responded right away. I could almost feel her anguish as she started to type.

Good morning.

I’m excited about today. Are you excited?

No, I am not excited. I’m begging you; can we please not do this?

Nonsense. I spent a large amount of your money on this project. I really think it will be worthwhile.

We can get a refund. Please, I promise to do everything you say. And I can send you pictures whenever you want. It will be very uncomfortable to have cameras on me all the time.

I know, Marian. Putting myself in your place, I wouldn’t like it, either. But you’ll get used to it. And this way you won’t have to bother sending me pictures. At the push of a couple of buttons, I’ll be able to see exactly what you’re doing and what you’re wearing—or NOT wearing, as the case may be—anytime I want. Isn’t today’s technology amazing?

There was no response. I think she knew that it would be fruitless to try anymore to talk me out of it. But I had rules.

I expect a response from you, Marian.

I don’t know what…yes, technology is amazing.

Yes, it really is. I’m going to have so much fun!

I’m sure it will be fun for you.

Do you remember what I told you to wear today?

Yes, I remember.

Tell me.

The black leotard.

Full sentences!

I will wear the black leotard.

What else?

I will also wear the black stilettos.

And?

I will wear the bunny ears.

The black ones?

Yes, I will wear the black bunny ears.

Oh, you will really give the installers a memorable experience!

I’m sure they will be surprised. Please, may I go now?

The installers will be working in every room. I’d like you to stay in whatever room they are working in, so they are entertained. No hiding out.

I will stay in the room they are in.

You have my permission to take off the leotard any time they are there. I’m sure they would like that.

I will leave the leotard on.

Unless I ask you to take it off, right?

Please don’t ask me to do that.

We’ll see how it goes, Marian. Maybe if you are a good girl and do everything I say, I won’t make you get naked for the installers.

Thank you.

But if I ask you to get naked for the installers, what will you do?

Long pause. I will get naked if you ask me to, but please don’t ask me to.

Will you be a good girl and do everything I say?

I will be a good girl and do everything you say.

Excellent! Then there is a good chance you won’t have to be naked.

I would much prefer it that way.

What way?

To not have to be naked.

That was not a complete sentence, Marian.

I would prefer not to be naked.

Are you naked right now?

No, I’m not.

I’m not naked right now.


What are you wearing?

I am wearing a nightgown.

I assume it is one of the nightgowns that I bought for you. A sexy one.

Yes, it is a nightgown that you bought for me.

Is it sexy?

I guess it is a sexy nightgown.

Nice. Are you wearing panties?

Yes.

Yes, I am wearing panties.


Ones that I bought for you?

Yes, they are ones that you bought for me.

What color are they?

They are black.

Your sentences are becoming a bit short. More details, please.

I am wearing black panties that you bought for me.

Are they thongs? Hipsters? Is there a lot of lace? How much of your booty is it covering?

They are hipsters. They are quite lacy. They do not completely cover my buttocks. I don’t think any of the panties you bought supply complete coverage. May I go buy some that give me more coverage?

No, as I’ve told you, there is no need to buy clothes for yourself anymore. I will take care of that for you.

Okay, but would you mind buying me some panties that provide more coverage?

I’ll keep it in mind, Marian, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Especially now that you’re getting the cameras installed. I can check you out whenever I want, and I don’t want to be looking at you in those granny panties you used to wear. I want to see more of your lovely ass.

Okay, I will wear the panties that you bought for me.

I was starting to get a little worked up over the session, and I started massaging my crotch on the outside of the nylon shorts I was wearing. I was gradually getting in the mood for an early morning delight. I decided to escalate the scene.

I’m trying to visualize the panties you are wearing. Do me a favor and take them off. Spread them out on your bed, then send me a picture of them. You can leave them off when you’re done.

Less than a minute later, I received this:

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Oh yes, I remember those. Quite sexy.

Yes, they are sexy. Please, may I go now?

So now you’re naked under the nightgown, right?

Yes, I am naked under the nightgown.

I rubbed myself a little more fervently.

Do you have a full-length mirror in your bedroom?

Yes.

Yes, I have a full-length mirror in my bedroom.


Good. After you take your nightgown off, take a picture of yourself in the mirror, then send it to me. You can leave the nightgown off. I want you naked for the rest of this session.

I pictured Miss Joplin reluctantly stripping naked at my behest and became more aroused. I pulled off my shorts and panties, and for good measure I peeled off the tee shirt I was wearing.

Moments later I received a picture of the fully naked Miss Joplin. She had an anguished expression on her face.

I laid back on my bed and massaged myself in earnest. I continued to text. I had become adept at texting with one hand.

Oh, you sexy MAMA, you! And your pussy is so smooth! Aren’t you glad I had you get the full wax?

No, honestly, I really don’t like it.

Well, it’s making me hot right now.

I knew that would be a tough one to respond to, but she knew she had to say something.

Good for you.

I mean sorry, I just don’t know what to say.


Are you on your bed right now?

No, I am standing.

Let me know when you’re lying on top of your bed.

I am lying on top of my bed.

I’m lying on my bed, too. And I’m naked, just like you.

It sounds like we are both in the same position.

And we are both naked, right?

Yes, we are both naked.

That really is turning me on. I’m diddling myself now, thanks to you.

Please, I don’t know what….please let me go now.

Not until you get me off, Marian. Keep texting me. And make it good. You know what I like.

There was a pause. She knew me well by then and knew what she had to do. And she didn’t disappoint.

I’m naked on my bed.

I don’t want to be naked, but you are making me do this.


There was another pause, and I reprimanded her.

Keep going! Faster!

It is very embarrassing to be naked against my will.

And you made me get my private area waxed.

When I look at that I get even more embarrassed.


More! Talk about what I’m doing! I’ll let you know when I’m done.

You are on your bed naked, too.

You are pleasuring yourself and thinking about me.

It is very humiliating for me.

Knowing that you are pleasuring yourself over my humiliation makes it even more humiliating for me.

My face is very hot.

I feel myself blushing.


I had already climaxed before the last two texts, but I let her go on while I luxuriated in the moment.

You can stop now, Marian. Thanks to you, I had a very satisfying orgasm. You really know how to get my juices flowing.

Okay, I am happy for you. Please, may I go now?

Yes, you may go now.

Thank you for humiliating me, Felicity.

You’re welcome, Marian. I’ll see you at 10:00. Now go get yourself ready for the installers. You have a big day ahead of you.

Okay, I will get ready.

I clicked off. The smile on my face reflected my enjoyment of the session, along with what was just around the corner.
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So excited for the continuation of my favorite story from one of my favorite writers. Thanks for the new chapter and I can’t wait to see mrs joplins humilition continued. On s selfish note i hope that falicty will include one of her friends but really any way you write it is amazing and appreciated
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Miss Joplin: A Tale of Enforced Servitude, Chapter 10

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Author's note: I decided to break this up into two parts, as it is turning into a longer account than I had planned, and I thought it might be easier on the reader if I refrain from posting an exceedingly long chapter. I am almost finished with the second part, and I hope to find time to finish it within the next three days or so.


Chapter 10: Cameras, Cameras Everywhere, Part 1 of 3

I arrived at Miss Joplin’s doorstep a few minutes before the surveillance system installers were due to arrive. Using the key that Miss Joplin gave me—very much against her wishes—I helped myself in. Initially there was no sign of her, but I eventually found her in her bedroom. When I reached the doorway, she was dutifully stepping into the black leotard that I told her to wear. Her back was to me, and my timing was exquisite, because the leotard was still below her knees at the time, and she was otherwise naked, but for a bra.

“Good morning, Miss Joplin!” I bellowed.

As I’m sure you can imagine, she was quite unnerved. The combination of me entering her home unannounced and startling her, in conjunction with her in her state of undress….well, let’s just say that she was beside herself.

“AHHHH!” she screamed, while frenetically and fumblingly pulling the leotard over her torso. When she slipped her arms through the long-sleeved, scoop-necked garment, she turned around and said, “For the love of God, please don’t do that again!” she exclaimed. Her face was flushed, and her short hair was mussed up. I just stood there grinning at her. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, “May I ask you to please at least knock or ring the doorbell next time?”

“Oh, but Miss Joplin,” I said. “If I did that, I’d be depriving us of the opportunity to enjoy a provocative, serendipitous moment, like the one we just had.” Miss Joplin buried her forehead in her hand without responding. I turned, and before walking away I said, “I’ll give you a couple of minutes to finish getting ready. I’m looking forward to seeing the finished product.” I paused, then gave her a parting shot. “And lose that bra. You’re to be naked under the leotard.”

“But….my breasts are too big for that. They’ll be boun….I need more control.”

“Nonsense, Marian. You have nice tits, and this will be a good way for you to flaunt them. I’ll see you out there momentarily,” I said as I disappeared around the corner.

A few minutes later a chagrined Marian Joplin emerged from the bedroom, and she was a sight to behold. She was perched on a pair of five-inch stilettos, and her leotard snugly hugged her figure. The black bunny ears resting on her head was the icing on the cake.

“Oh, Miss Joplin!” I exclaimed. “You are looking hot!”

“Please, Felicity,” she responded. “Please….please don’t make me do this.”

Ignoring her plea, I said, “Turn around, let me see you from the back.” I knew it was a thong back and I was looking forward to seeing how it looked. When she turned around, I wasn’t disappointed. I snapped a close-up picture of her ass. Here’s what it looked like:

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“Bootylicious, Marian!” I complimented, though I don’t think she appreciated it.

“Please, Felicity. This is…I feel ridiculous, and they’re coming….may I at least wear….” Just then the doorbell rang, so she didn’t get to finish her request—a request I assuredly would not have honored.

“Oh, goodie, they’re here!” I interrupted. “I’ll let them in. We’ll meet you in the living room. Oh, and if they ask why you’re dressed like that, you’re to say, ‘I’m being punished for being a naughty girl.’ Got that?”

While the fretful Miss Joplin made her way to the living room without responding, I strode to the front door with delicious anticipation. When I opened the door, I was quite surprised. I was expecting blue-collar-type workmen, but instead I was greeted by a woman, along with a boy of about fourteen. Momentarily taken aback, I stood silently and stared at them. In that short period, the main thing going through my mind was how this would affect what I was hoping to be a good humiliation session with Miss Joplin. I quickly decided that it potentially could be even better than had it been a couple of men.

“We’re here to install a surveillance system,” said the woman, breaking the silence.

“Yes!” I responded. "Please come in.” As they entered, I stuck out my hand and said, “I’m Felicity.”

“Kindra,” she said as she gave me a firm handshake and looked me in the eye. Kindra was thin, with short blond hair and attractive features. Though she had feminine characteristics, there were tomboy-like undertones. “This is my nephew Ricky. I’m teaching him the trade. He’s been a big help.”

“Hi Ricky,” I said as I accepted his less-than-firm handshake. Ricky was a blond-haired kid of average height. He had an innocent look about him.

Years later, while writing this account, I contacted Kindra and asked her to send a picture of herself so I could show the readers what she looked like. I didn’t have a picture of Ricky, but I have a friend who is a very talented artist. She was willing to draw a picture for me as I described his features. The result was amazingly on the mark.

Anyway, this is the couple that came to install the cameras that day:

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Like I say, it wasn’t what I was expecting, but as I led them to the living room to meet Miss Joplin, the smile on my face was ever increasing.

I was the first to enter the living room, and I delighted in the look of trepidation on Miss Joplin’s face. She stood facing forward—I’m sure she was none too anxious to display her ass to the newcomers—with her arms folded across her chest. I stepped aside so the entering twosome could get a good look at the anxious, scantily-clad woman.

“This is the lady of the house, Miss Joplin. Marian, these are your installers, Kindra and Ricky.” The look on Miss Joplin’s face was one of disconcertion. I think she was taken by surprise also, and probably didn’t know what to make of having a woman see her like that. I don’t think she was at all comfortable with the young teenager.

I closely observed the reactions of the new arrivals. Ricky had stopped in his tracks and was wide-eyed and agape as he surveyed the eye candy before him. Kindra stepped forward to shake her hand. She tried to remain professional, but she was clearly curious, and in no small part amused at what she was witnessing.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Joplin,” she said. She started to turn away, but she just couldn’t help herself. “I know it’s none of my business, but are you trying that on for a future costume party?”

“Um….no. Not really,” she said while fidgeting nervously.

“Tell Kindra why you’re dressed like that,” I interjected.

“I….um….I’m being punished for being a naughty girl,” she obediently replied while looking straight down and turning a deep shade of red.

One could feel the dynamic changing suddenly, and the energy in the room intensifying significantly. Kindra’s mouth opened in wonder. She looked back at me—I had a smug smile on my face as we made eye contact—then back at the shamefaced Miss Joplin. Ricky was still frozen in place, and the astonished expression on his face had heightened.

“Oh, my,” said Kindra as she looked Miss Joplin up and down. “If you’re doing this against your will, that is some punishment. You must really be embarrassed.” She looked at me and smiled. “The bunny ears are a nice effect,” she said. I had only met her a couple of minutes before, and I was already beginning to like her.

“Aren’t they, though?” I responded. “Marian, can you please turn around and face the other way so your admirers can see how you look from behind?”

Miss Joplin turned around, eliciting a giggle from Kindra. Ricky made a furtive adjustment to his crotch, a move which I think he thought went undetected.

“Her outfit doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination, does it?" asked Kindra rhetorically. She looked at me and grinned. “Alright, Ricky,” she said as she turned away. “I know this is all very entertaining for us, but we have work to do.” She looked around at the numerous boxes in the room. “It looks like we have a lot of work to do.” While Ricky dutifully started opening the boxes, Kindra addressed Miss Joplin, who had since turned around. Her arms were still folded across her chest. “Will we be installing any cameras in this room?” she asked as she surveyed the room.

Miss Joplin took a quick glance at me and said, “I….I’m not sure.”

“You’ll be installing them in every room in the house,” I said assertively. “I’ll defer to your expertise, but I think we’ll need at least two in this room, since it's larger than the others. I’d like to be able to monitor Miss Joplin from different angles.” That statement produced another surprised look from the twosome. They were beginning to realize that the reason for the surveillance system probably had nothing to do with surveillance—that there was something darker going on.

“Yes,” said Kindra. She pointed to an area above the sofa, then another near the TV monitor. “I think one in each of those spots should do the trick. The cameras—you have a very high-tech system, by the way—the cameras and the motion sensors should pick her up anywhere in the room, and your subject will have nowhere to hide from either camera.” She looked at Miss Joplin, then at me. I thought I detected a slight smile on the corners of her lips.

“Alrighty, then,” I said with a smile. “I’ll leave you to it.” Then I addressed Miss Joplin. “I was hoping you would have unpacked these boxes before the installers showed up. Maybe you can help them with that.” My main objective was to get her arms from her chest and add to her self-consciousness and embarrassment. I watched with delight as she bent over to help remove the equipment from the boxes. Mission accomplished. My favorite part was watching the two workers—especially young Ricky—stealing numerous glances at Miss Joplin’s ass and her unrestricted breasts bobbing about inside her leotard. The session was going even better than I had hoped!
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Wow! A woman and a young boy to add to Miss Joplin's humiliation. :o This story just continues to give.

I've been enjoying this tale of humiliation since it started. Looking ever so forward to what comes next. :!:
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The Felicity stories have been really fun and entertaining but at least for me putting cameras in every room in the house and basically watching the woman anytime of the day or night is going into some very creepy even disturbing behavior. Everyone has their own taste and I’m not trying to be an asshole but this is kind of taking the story into a weird place to me anyway. I know most probably feel different on this than I do and I’m not trying to pass any judgement this is fantasy so enjoy the story.
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Vader wrote: Thu Oct 17, 2024 3:41 pm The Felicity stories have been really fun and entertaining but at least for me putting cameras in every room in the house and basically watching the woman anytime of the day or night is going into some very creepy even disturbing behavior. Everyone has their own taste and I’m not trying to be an asshole but this is kind of taking the story into a weird place to me anyway. I know most probably feel different on this than I do and I’m not trying to pass any judgement this is fantasy so enjoy the story.
No, you're not being an asshole, Vader; you're just stating your opinion/preferences. All good. I knew going in that the surveillance cameras in Miss Joplin's home might not be for all tastes. And yes, there is a sense of creepiness there. From my standpoint, the story is all about the humiliation and ownership of Miss Joplin (and in no small part, Felicity's enjoyment of same), and the cameras help solidify that ownership. For what it's worth, I don't plan on making the cameras the major storyline going forward. I enjoy employing their text sessions, so that will still come into play, along with other scenarios. But the cameras are an option, and an option that I will certainly utilize.

Thanks, I appreciate your input. I'd be curious if anyone else has any thoughts on this.
Skylar21 wrote: Wed Oct 16, 2024 10:01 pm Wow! A woman and a young boy to add to Miss Joplin's humiliation. :o This story just continues to give.

I've been enjoying this tale of humiliation since it started. Looking ever so forward to what comes next. :!:
Thanks, Skylar21, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. As far as what comes next goes, if I can be so bold, I can tell you that I think you're going to like it. I know I'm having fun writing it up.

Unfortunately, it looks like I'm going on too long again :roll: , 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.
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Blondie wrote: Thu Oct 17, 2024 7:11 pm
Vader wrote: Thu Oct 17, 2024 3:41 pm The Felicity stories have been really fun and entertaining but at least for me putting cameras in every room in the house and basically watching the woman anytime of the day or night is going into some very creepy even disturbing behavior. Everyone has their own taste and I’m not trying to be an asshole but this is kind of taking the story into a weird place to me anyway. I know most probably feel different on this than I do and I’m not trying to pass any judgement this is fantasy so enjoy the story.
No, you're not being an asshole, Vader; you're just stating your opinion/preferences. All good. I knew going in that the surveillance cameras in Miss Joplin's home might not be for all tastes. And yes, there is a sense of creepiness there. From my standpoint, the story is all about the humiliation and ownership of Miss Joplin (and in no small part, Felicity's enjoyment of same), and the cameras help solidify that ownership. For what it's worth, I don't plan on making the cameras the major storyline going forward. I enjoy employing their text sessions, so that will still come into play, along with other scenarios. But the cameras are an option, and an option that I will certainly utilize.

Thanks, I appreciate your input. I'd be curious if anyone else has any thoughts on this.
Skylar21 wrote: Wed Oct 16, 2024 10:01 pm Wow! A woman and a young boy to add to Miss Joplin's humiliation. :o This story just continues to give.

I've been enjoying this tale of humiliation since it started. Looking ever so forward to what comes next. :!:
Thanks, Skylar21, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. As far as what comes next goes, if I can be so bold, I can tell you that I think you're going to like it. I know I'm having fun writing it up.

Unfortunately, it looks like I'm going on too long again :roll: , 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.
I am going to keep reading the story Felicity is great character you came up with and I like the texting sessions.They give her the same control and humiliation power over Miss Joplin.
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Miss Joplin: A Tale of Enforced Servitude, Chapter 11

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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.

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“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…
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