Chapter 12: Cameras, Cameras Everywhere, Part 3 of 3
Despite the considerable (but entertaining) distraction of the reluctantly half-naked woman in their midst, Kindra and Ricky managed to finish installing the last of the cameras and speakers. But midway through, there was another interesting development. And once again, it had everything to do with the soon-to-be fourteen-year-old boy.
Probably feeling emboldened by having his lusty birthday wish fulfilled, Ricky had another request. He proposed it to his aunt but spoke loudly enough for us all to hear. “Aunt Kindra, it’s Hudson’s birthday today. Do you think it would be okay if I invited him to come over so he could see….see her breasts?”
Kindra chuckled to herself and addressed me. “Hudson and Ricky have been best friends forever. Another good Catholic boy.”
I glanced at Miss Joplin, who was shaking her head demonstrably at the proposal. “Sure,” I said. “No harm in that. Just tell him he’s not allowed to take any pictures.”
“Oh, no problem. Awesome!” responded Ricky. “He lives only a few blocks from here. He can ride his bike.”
Ricky made a phone call, and within five minutes there was an anxious, out-of-breath teenage boy standing next to Ricky, staring shamelessly at the chest of the topless woman in the room.
“Hi Hudson,” I greeted. “This is Miss Joplin. She’s been disobedient, so she’s being punished for her behavior. She has to keep her breasts on display for the rest of the day.”
“Cool!” replied the bug-eyed Hudson, inducing another laugh from Kindra and me.
“Can you wish Hudson a happy birthday, Marian?” I asked.
Miss Joplin winced, took a deep breath and said, “Happy Birthday, Hudson.”
“Thank you,” replied Hudson without taking his eyes from her breasts. “This is the best birthday ever!”
“She’s made a couple of birthday boys very happy today,” declared Kindra.
“Indeed,” I replied while smiling at the blushing Miss Joplin.
* * * * *
A few minutes later, Kindra was packing her bag. Her work was almost done, but there was one last test to be run. “Once we test the cameras here in the kitchen, you should be good to go,” she told me. “Um….would it be okay with you if I take charge for this last test?”
“Certainly,” I said, curious about what she intended.
Take charge she did. And it was delicious.
“Okay, let’s see, boys, I can use your help here for a minute.” She had raised her voice slightly and had an air of authority about her. She pointed to the kitchen island, which had a few miscellaneous items on it. “I need you to clear everything off this countertop so it’s completely bare. You can put everything over by the sink.” The boys had the island cleared in a matter of moments. “Good. Now the two of you can stand together over there in the doorway. You’ll be able to see the lady from there.” She looked at Miss Joplin, whose expression was a combination of puzzlement and anxiety. “Mam, I need you to get up here,” she said while tapping the island counter twice with her palm. “You’d best take those heels off, so you don’t fall and hurt yourself.” Miss Joplin, knowing it would be fruitless to protest, slipped off her stilettos and climbed onto the three-feet high island, under the watchful eyes of us all. “Good,” continued Kindra. “Stand up tall. And face the boys.” She turned and faced the grinning teenagers. “Excellent. Okay, Felicity and I will watch from the next room. You’ll be the only one within camera range, and the one who will trigger the motion sensors. You need to be perfectly still until you get my cue. Do you understand?” Miss Joplin nodded her head sullenly. “I’d like you to answer me vocally.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Now, like I say, you need to be perfectly still until it’s your time. If the system works—and I’m certain that it will—the first thing you will hear is music. When you hear the music, I’d like you to start dancing.”
The energy in the room, which was already at a high level, suddenly went up a few notches. The two boys looked at each other wide-eyed and open-mouthed, then Hudson took Ricky by the shoulders and shook him exuberantly in his excitement. I was pretty fired up myself, as Miss Joplin’s humiliation was about to escalate.
As for the woeful Marian Joplin, she was in a state of distress. The installers had finished, and I’m sure she was expecting that they would be leaving imminently. But now she was being told to perform for their amusement. And she was topless.
When she heard the words “I’d like you to start dancing,” her body stiffened. “What? No!” she said instinctively. “I mean, I don’t need….just tell me when to move, and then….the cameras will go on,” she said in desperation.
“Well, sure, that would work,” replied Kindra. She paused, and Miss Joplin looked somewhat relieved. But Kindra hadn’t finished her thought. “But it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. Miss Joplin started to say something, but Kindra interrupted. “Besides, it would be a special birthday treat for the boys.” She smiled and turned away. “Now don’t forget: Stand perfectly still until you hear the music. Then dance like there’s no tomorrow.”
“Oh, gosh,” said Miss Joplin softly to herself. She was coming to the realization that she couldn’t talk her way out of it. “Wait, can I….can I at least pull up this leotard?” she asked.
“Well, that’s not up to me,” said Kindra. Kindra turned to me, and I simply shook my head. “Sorry, that looks like a ‘no.’ Breasts out.”
With that Kindra and I retired to the dining room. From there we would be able to watch Miss Joplin through the doorway, or alternatively on Kindra’s laptop.
Miss Joplin stood rigidly while the two boys ogled her eagerly. It had to be excruciating for her—but not as excruciating as it would be in just a few moments.
“That was quite an idea you had,” I said to Kindra while she expertly worked on connecting the kitchen camera and speaker to the system.
“I had a feeling you might like that,” she said with a smile. “I know I could have just had her walk across the room, but….this will be infinitely more entertaining.” She paused, then added, “Plus, in all truthfulness, I want to see her dance.” We both chuckled, then Kindra cued up her musical choice. We were ready to go.
“Can this be recorded?” I asked.
“Sure, we can do that,” she said as she made a couple of keystrokes. “FYI you also have the capability to go back up to seven days and review any footage. I think you can go much further back if you want to pay for a subscription." I made a mental note to get the subscription, using Miss Joplin's credit card. “Okay, here we go. Show time!” declared Kindra.
Within seconds, the song “S&M” by Rihanna was playing on the kitchen speaker. In case you’re not familiar with it, here is a little snippet:
S&M
The camera didn’t turn on, but that was because the lady standing on the kitchen island remained frozen. Kindra cut in. You could hear both the music and her voice from the speaker. “The camera didn’t turn on, Marian,” she said. It dawned on me that it was the first time she addressed her by name. “You need to dance.”
Miss Joplin still wasn’t moving. “I….I don’t think I can
do this. Please!” she begged.
“Of
course you can, Marian. Pretend nobody’s watching. Get lost in the music,” replied Kindra. “I’m going to start the song over. You need to start dancing.”
Again the music started. And again there was no movement in the kitchen. Kindra stopped the music and said, “Tell me what’s going on, Marian. Why aren’t you dancing?”
“Please, I….I can’t. It’s too much. Can I just get down from here and walk?”
I was so enjoying myself. For her, the humiliation of dancing for us—and dancing topless, no less—was too much for her to bear. And I remember thinking that with that in mind, it would be that much more enjoyable when she eventually started dancing. And I believed that eventuality would transpire, for a couple of reasons. One was that I basically owned her, and I could pretty much make her do anything I wanted. The other reason was that Kindra was steadfast on seeing her dance. And she wasn’t backing down.
“We’ve been through this, Marian,” she said. “We want to see you dance.”
“Oh, gosh,” I could barely hear Miss Joplin moan to herself.
“I’m going to start the music again, Marian. You can do this. We’re all rooting for you.”
♬
Na- na- na, come on ♬
Still no movement.
♬
Na- na- na, come on ♬
There was a slight but noticeable twitch of Miss Joplin’s knees.
♬
Na- na- na,-na,-na, come on ♬
♬
Na- na- na, come on, come on, come on ♬
Miss Joplin swayed her hips ever so slightly.
♬
Feels so good being bad (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) ♬
♬
There's no way I'm turning back (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) ♬
Miss Joplin shuffled her feet. She looked like she was doing an impersonation of a robot. Kindra’s voice joined in with the music. “Come on, sweetie. You can do better than that. Dance!”
♬
Now the pain is for pleasure, ♬
♬
'Cause nothing can measure (oh, oh, ohh) ♬
Miss Joplin was moving, but not nearly to Kindra’s satisfaction. She paused the music. “This isn’t working, Marian. You didn’t even set off the motion detector.” Kindra and I smiled at each other, as we both knew that wasn’t true.
“Please, I….I can’t do this,” whimpered Miss Joplin.
”I know, sweetie,” said Kindra, trying to sound sympathetic. “I understand how embarrassing this must be, I really do. But think of the birthday buddies. Do it for the boys.” Those words did absolutely nothing to incentivize the beleaguered Miss Joplin to do Kindra’s bidding. But I was pretty sure her next words would. “Felicity says to tell you that if you don’t start dancing like your hair is on fire, then she will have no choice but to take possession of your leotard.” She waited a moment for that to sink in. “Do you want to be naked, Marian?”
“Oh, God! No!”
“I wouldn’t think so. Alright, sweetie, let’s do this. I’ll start the song where it left off. It’s a quick tempo, and it’ll help you dance really fast for us. Ready? Here we go.”
♬
Love is great, love is fine (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) ♬
♬
Out the box, out of line (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) ♬
♬
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more (oh, oh, ohh) ♬
The threat did the trick. Miss Joplin started dancing. Not with a lot of energy, but it was a good start. “Good, Marian!” encouraged Kindra. “But you need to go a little faster. And shake those hips.”
♬
'Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it ♬
♬
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it ♬
♬
Sticks and stones may break my bones ♬
♬
But chains and whips excite me ♬
Miss Joplin danced faster. And she shook her hips. It was awesome. “Good girl, Marian! The boys are loving it! Now put your hands behind your head. Be careful not to dislodge those bunny ears. Good, now elbows forward, pointing straight at the boys. Yes! Oh, Marian, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” I was getting turned on. Watching her breasts bounce around—and her
knowing that her breasts were bouncing around—while she danced shamefacedly for our entertainment….well, under the circumstances I couldn’t indulge myself, but I wanted to diddle myself right then and there. At least I knew I could take advantage of the video back home. “Now turn your back to the boys. There you go. Shake those hips. Shake that booty!”
Oh, Kindra!
♬
Oh, you turn me on ♬
♬
It's exactly what I've been yearning for ♬
♬
Give it to me strong ♬
“You’re doing great, Marian, now turn back around and face the boys. Let’s finish strong, then we’re all done here.”
♬
S, S, S and M, M, M ♬
♬
S, S, S and M, M, M ♬
Indeed, Miss Joplin finished strongly. The music faded, and the star of the show dropped to her knees, head bowed and arms over her chest, wallowing in her unmitigated humiliation.
* * * * *
A few minutes later, Kindra and I watched at the door as the giggling birthday boys walked jubilantly down Miss Joplin’s walkway. “They had quite a day,” said the smiling Kindra. “As did I.”
“Yes, I think we
all did,” I replied. “Especially Miss Joplin.”
“No doubt about that!” replied Kindra with a chuckle. She reached into a small pocket on the outside of her bag and pulled out a business card. As she handed it to me, she said, “Here’s my contact info. If you ever need any help with anything….” She looked past me momentarily, where Miss Joplin was somewhere in the distance. “
Anything. I’m happy to assist.”
I shook her hand with a nod and a smile. I was pretty sure I would take her up on her offer someday.
* * * * *
Later that evening, I pulled out my laptop and opened up the surveillance app, then logged in. The home screen that showed all the cameras on a split screen appeared. Miss Joplin was sitting on a chair sipping a cup of tea at the kitchen island—that very island where she had unwillingly entertained us just hours before. I was pleased to see that she was still wearing the leotard, and that it was still pushed down to her hips. I had instructed her before I left that she was to remain that way until bedtime, when she could change into the skimpy nightgown that I laid out for her. I also told her she didn’t need to wear the stilettos, and that the bunny ears were up to her. Needless to say, she wasn’t wearing the bunny ears.
I closed the laptop and pulled out my phone to send her a text.
Good evening, Miss Joplin.
Good evening.
How was your day?
I laughed out loud at the absurdity of the question.
I think you know the answer to that.
Well, you made the boys extremely happy. They had a day they’ll never forget.
I’m sure you are right about that.
What did it feel like up there, dancing like that with your tits bouncing around with reckless abandon?
I did not like it.
Could you feel your tits bouncing around?
Yes.
Full sentence, please.
Yes, I could feel my breasts bouncing up and down.
I’m really looking forward to watching the video.
There was a pause. I don’t think she was aware that her performance was captured on video.
I’m sure you are looking forward to that.
Maybe we can watch it together sometime. I can come over, and we can project it onto your big screen. We can sit together on your couch and relive the moment.
I would rather not do that, if you don’t mind.
Okay. Alternatively, we can invite Kindra and the boys over and have a watch party. You can serve popcorn.
Please, let’s not do that. I would rather not see any of them again.
I think Kindra really likes you.
I don’t know what to say about that.
Do you like her?
Not really.
No, I don’t really like her.
Well, hopefully she’ll be able to change your mind next time she sees you.
There was a longish pause while Miss Joplin pondered the ramifications of another encounter with Kindra.
I would prefer not to see her again. Please.
We’ll see how it goes. She really enjoyed your company today, and like I say, she seems quite fond of you. Maybe there’s something there between you two. Something romantic. It would be a shame not to explore that possibility.
No, I can tell you there is nothing there. And I think I told you before, I am heterosexual.
That may be true. But I’ve read that all of us have at least some fraction of an attraction to our own gender. Maybe Kindra can exploit that part of you if you let her try.
Please, Felicity, I am not interested in that.
I know, but I might be interested in seeing that. So keep an open mind.
Please, may I go now? Nothing personal, but these texting sessions often make me feel ill.
Okay, maybe you should go lie down. Feel free to change into that sexy nightie whenever you want.
Okay, I will go lie down.
Did you forget to say something to me when I left your house today?
There was a pause, then she figured out what I was referring to.
Thank you for humiliating me, Felicity.
As always, Marian, it was my pleasure. And thank YOU!
With that I clicked out of the text app and opened my laptop. I scanned the video footage from the afternoon until a woman standing on her kitchen island came into view. She was topless, and she seemed under duress. The voice of the artist Rihanna began to flow from my laptop’s speaker.
♬
Na- na- na, come on ♬
It was music to my ears, in more ways than one. I paused the video and set the laptop on my bed. A minute later I was lying next to it. My destiny with sexual bliss was on the horizon.
