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-foot-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 in shock. “What? No!” she exclaimed instinctively, her voice shaking. “I mean, I don’t need to… just tell me when to move, and then….the cameras will go on,” she said, desperation creeping into her tone.
“Well, sure, that would work,” replied Kindra. Miss Joplin looked momentarily relieved, but Kindra hadn’t finished her thought. “But it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun,” she added, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Miss Joplin started to protest, but Kindra interrupted, “Besides, it would be a special birthday treat for the boys.” With a playful smile, she turned away. “Now don’t forget: Stand perfectly still until you hear the music. Then dance like there’s no tomorrow.”
“Oh, gosh,” Miss Joplin murmured softly to herself, the reality of her predicament sinking in. “Wait, can I… can I at least pull up this leotard?” she pleaded.
“Well, that’s not up to me,” said Kindra. She turned to me, and I simply shook my head. “Sorry, that looks like a ‘no.’ Breasts out.”
With that, Kindra and I retreated to the dining room, positioning ourselves to watch Miss Joplin through the doorway or on Kindra’s laptop.
Miss Joplin stood rigidly while the two boys ogled her eagerly, their eyes wide with anticipation. It had to be excruciating for her—but not nearly as excruciating as it would be in just a few moments.
“That was quite an idea you had,” I said to Kindra as she expertly worked on connecting the kitchen camera and speaker to the system.
“I had a feeling you might like that,” she replied with a grin. “I know I could have just had her walk across the room, but… this will be infinitely more entertaining.” She paused, then added with a chuckle, “Plus, to be honest, I really want to see her dance.”
We both laughed, the excitement palpable as Kindra cued up her musical choice. We were ready to go.
“Can this be recorded?” I asked, eager to relive this moment later.
“Sure, we can do that,” she said, making 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 immediately, but that was because the lady standing on the kitchen island remained frozen in her tracks, her expression a mixture of fear and embarrassment. Kindra’s voice cut through the air, audible through the speaker. “The camera didn’t turn on, Marian,” she said, using her name for the first time. “You need to dance.”
Miss Joplin still wasn’t moving. “I don’t think I can
do this. Please!” she begged," her voice trembling.
“Of
course you can, Marian. Pretend nobody’s watching. Get lost in the music,” coaxed 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 reveled in her discomfort. For her, the humiliation of dancing for us—and dancing topless, no less—was too much to bear. I couldn’t help but think that, knowing this, it would be all the more enjoyable when she eventually started dancing. And I believed that eventuality would come to pass for two reasons: I basically owned her, and I could pretty much make her do anything I wanted. The other reason was that Kindra was determined to see her dance, and she wasn’t backing down.
“We’ve been through this, Marian,” she said firmly. “We want to see you dance.”
“Oh, gosh,” Miss Joplin groaned, barely audible, her embarrassment mounting.
“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, betraying her anxiety.
♬
Na- na- na,-na,-na, come on ♬
♬
Na- na- na, come on, come on, come on ♬
Miss Joplin swayed her hips ever so slightly, her movements hesitant and awkward.
♬
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, looking more like a malfunctioning robot than a dancer. Kindra’s voice joined in with the music, encouraging her. “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. Kindra paused the music. “This isn’t working, Marian. You didn’t even set off the motion detector.” She and I exchanged knowing smiles, both fully aware that wasn’t true.
“Please, I….I can’t do this!” whimpered Miss Joplin.
“I know, sweetie,” Kindra said, trying to sound sympathetic, though her voice was laced with a thinly veiled amusement. “I understand how embarrassing this must be. I really do. But think of the birthday boys. Do it for them.”
Miss Joplin’s face flushed crimson, her hands trembling where they rested by her sides. She stood frozen, eyes downcast, fighting the overwhelming urge to flee. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body rigid.
Kindra leaned in, her voice dropping to a mockingly soft tone. “Felicity says to tell you that if you don’t start dancing like your hair is on fire, she’ll have no choice but to take possession of your leotard.” She allowed a small, deliberate pause. “Actually, I think it would be incredibly entertaining to watch you dance naked for us. Do you want to dance naked for us, Marian?”
“Oh, God! No!”
“I wouldn’t think so,” Kindra responded with a casual smile, the corners of her lips curling in satisfaction. “Alright, sweetie, let’s do this.” Her tone was firm now, almost patronizing. “I’ll start the song where it left off. It’s a quick tempo. You’ll move fast, and maybe... just maybe... it’ll help you get over the worst of it. Ready?”
Miss Joplin’s eyes flickered toward the others in the room. The birthday boys were watching her, their gazes hungry and eager. Their barely contained grins were unmistakable.
As for me, I was really enjoying this. Her discomfort was my entertainment. It was like I could feel her humiliation radiating through the air.
The music began again.
♬
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. Her body barely moved at first, but then Miss Joplin started dancing. Not with a lot of energy, but it was a good start.
“Good, Marian!” Kindra’s voice was saccharine sweet with approval, though there was no mistaking the playful edge beneath it. “But you need to go a little faster. Shake those hips.”
Miss Joplin’s movements were stiff and mechanical. Her body eventually betrayed her, though, swaying involuntarily, even as she hated herself for it.
♬
'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 ♬
The birthday boys snickered as Miss Joplin’s hips hesitated, then twitched, then—finally—moved a little more fluidly.
“Good girl, Marian! The boys are loving it!” Kindra’s voice dripped with approval. “Now, hands behind your head. Keep those bunny ears in place. Yes, that’s it. Elbows forward, point straight at the birthday boys. You’ve got it, Marian. You look amazing!”
The boys' eyes were glued to her, wide with excitement. Every shift of her body, every glance toward them was pure entertainment. They were eating it up.
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 when I got home.
“Turn your back to the boys, now, Marian. And shake that booty. Shake it for them.”
Oh, Kindra!
♬
Oh, you turn me on ♬
♬
It's exactly what I've been yearning for ♬
♬
Give it to me strong ♬
Her heart pounded in her chest, but Miss Joplin did it—slowly, unwillingly—her body betraying her even as she begged it to stop. She turned, then swayed her hips, feeling their gaze, each movement a little more shameful than the last. The music seemed to pulse in her head, drowning out her thoughts.
“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 ♬
Miss Joplin’s cheeks were on fire now, her whole body trembling with the weight of her embarrassment. Her movements grew faster, more frantic, as if the only way to survive was to get through it as quickly as possible. The boys cheered. Laughed. They reveled, their voices rising in excitement.
Finally, the music faded. Miss Joplin collapsed to her knees, a silent sob escaping her lips as she bowed her head, arms crossing over her chest, wallowing in her unmitigated humiliation.
* * * * *
A few minutes later, Kindra and I stood by the door, watching as the birthday buddies made their way down the walkway, still giggling.
“They had quite a day,” Kindra said, a smile playing on her lips. "As did I."
“Yes, I think we
all did,” I replied. “Especially Miss Joplin.”
“No doubt about that,” Kindra chuckled. She reached into her bag and pulled out a business card, handing it to me with a grin. “Here’s my contact info. If you ever need help with anything….anything at all,” she added, her gaze shifting toward Miss Joplin, still visible in the distance. “I’m happy to assist.”
I took the card with a small nod, the weight of everything that had just happened still settling in my brain. I smiled, already planning how I might take her up on her offer in the future.
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.
