Miss Joplin: A Tale of Enforced Servitude

[Blondie]

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.

Thanks for checking in.

[fasdf2003]

Love all of Blondies writing and i’m so glad that this story will continue it is my absolute favorite.

[Blondie]

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:



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.

[fasdf2003]

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

[Blondie]

Chapter 10: Cameras, Cameras Everywhere, Part 1

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:



“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:



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 sheer dismay. I think she was taken by surprise also, and probably didn’t know what to make of having a woman see her like that. It was clear she wasn’t even remotely 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 an upcoming 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, giving Miss Joplin a slow once-over. “If you’re doing this against your will, that’s...quite the punishment. You must be dying of embarrassment.”

Then she turned to me and smiled. “The bunny ears are a fantastic touch.”

I had only met her a few minutes earlier, but 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?”

With visible reluctance, Miss Joplin turned to face away. Kindra giggled softly. Ricky made a quick, discreet adjustment to his crotch, a move which I think he thought went undetected.

“Her outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?” Kindra said rhetorically, arching an eyebrow as she gave Miss Joplin one last lingering glance. Then she turned to me and grinned.

“Alright, Ricky,” she said, pivoting toward the stacks of boxes. “I know this is wildly entertaining, but we’ve got a job to do.”

She looked around at the numerous boxes in the room. “It looks like we have a lot of work to do.”

Ricky obediently got to it, crouching to open the first box. Kindra, meanwhile, turned her attention back to Miss Joplin—who had rotated to face forward again, still hugging her arms tightly over 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 drew another round of surprised looks from the pair. It was dawning on them that this surveillance project might not be about security at all—that there was something darker at play.

“Yes,” Kindra said slowly, stepping forward and pointing above the sofa, then again near the TV. “One there, and one there should give full coverage. The motion sensors—and by the way, this system is very high-end—the sensors and lenses should track movement anywhere in the room. Your subject won’t have anywhere to hide.”

She glanced at Miss Joplin, then at me. I thought I detected a slight smile on the corners of her lips.

“Perfect,” I said with a grin. “I’ll leave you two to it.” Then I turned to Miss Joplin. “I was hoping these boxes would be unpacked before the crew arrived, Marian. 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 slowly bent down to assist, her arms finally dropping away from her chest. 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!

[Skylar21]

Wow! A woman and a young boy to add to Miss Joplin's humiliation. 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.

[Vader]

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.

[Blondie]

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.

Wow! A woman and a young boy to add to Miss Joplin's humiliation. 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 , 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.

[Vader]

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.

Wow! A woman and a young boy to add to Miss Joplin's humiliation. 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 , 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.

[Blondie]

Chapter 11: Cameras, Cameras Everywhere, Part 2

Kindra and her young assistant were quite skilled in their profession, and very efficient. The living room cameras were installed in just over thirty minutes. 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 observed, crouching to peer inside. “It looks like they are part of the system. How would you like them allocated?” she asked me.

“I ordered enough for every 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 happens to be.”

Miss Joplin looked mildly horrified.

“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 noticed Kindra and Ricky leaning in ever so slightly, clearly hanging on my every word. So I spoke slowly, for their benefit—and Miss Joplin's, of course.

“Just imagine the convenience,” I said, casually. “Wherever I am—and wherever you are—I can simply speak into my phone and say, ‘Take off your top and bra. I want to see your breasts.’ And just like that—off they go, and I get the show I want.”

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 cartoon thought bubble.

A few minutes later, Ricky was putting the finishing touches on the living room speaker under the guidance of his aunt. Kindra turned to 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 into another room.”

“Sure, let’s go in the kitchen."

As we exited, she paused and looked back toward Miss Joplin, who was standing awkwardly near the couch.

“Um, would you mind if I directed your...your subject?”

“Oh, by all means, please do.”

Kindra turned to Marian. “Ma’am, would you step over here, please?”

Marian followed obediently to the threshold of the living room. Kindra gently positioned her shoulders to face the cameras.

“Perfect. Now stand completely still until I say otherwise,” she directed in an authoritative tone. She turned to Ricky, still perched on his ladder. “You can stay right there and observe, but try not to move unless she does, so you don’t activate the camera.”

The stage was set. Kindra and I retreated to the kitchen, where she opened her laptop on the island and booted up the control panel.

“This won’t take long,” she said, fingers dancing across the keys. “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.”

She slid the laptop to me. “Go ahead and set up your account—username and password.”

While I typed, she asked, “Do you want me to set up an account for the lady of the house too?”

“No thanks,” I responded. “She won’t be needing access.” Kindra did not seem at all surprised by my response.

Once I was logged in, she took the laptop back and typed “Living Room” into the interface.

“Let’s check the audio first.”

She clicked a button. Somewhere in the other room, a speaker chimed to life.

“Ma’am, can you hear me okay?” Kindra called out.

“Yes,” replied Miss Joplin softly. It was almost a whisper.

“You’ll need to speak up,” Kindra instructed. “We’re testing the system. Say: ‘I’m looking forward to showing off my outfit for the cameras.’ Use your regular voice.”

Oh, I’m really beginning to like this lady.

“I’m looking forward to showing off my outfit for the cameras,” Marian repeated obediently.

“Very good. We can hear you loud and clear.” Kindra turned to me. “Now, I could activate the cameras manually, but I want to test the motion sensors.”

Again she addressed Miss Joplin. “Okay, miss, I’d like you to walk to the far side of the room.”

I stared at the screen and smiled as Marian stepped forward. The camera kicked on instantly, tracking her across the floor. 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 with a grin. “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, ma'am. 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 zeroed in on Marian’s backside as it swayed rhythmically across the frame. Kindra glanced up at me with a playful smile.

Then she panned to Ricky, who looked like he was having a spiritual experience on his ladder. We both laughed.

“My nephew is having a day he won’t soon forget,” commented Kindra.

“I'm glad I could contribute,” I said with a grin.

She refocused the camera on Miss Joplin, who had returned to her mark.

“Keep walking, please,” Kindra instructed through the mic. “Back and forth until I say stop.”

Miss Joplin resumed her pacing. Kindra leaned back.

“Can I ask you something?” she said as we continued to enjoy watching 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 pace the living 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 someone I barely knew. I elected to be transparent; there was something about Kindra—the glint in her eye, the way she watched—that told me I could trust her. More than that, I sensed a shared taste for humiliation. Maybe not quite as intense as mine, but close enough to recognize the thrill. And I had a strong hunch she wasn’t just enjoying the show—she was enjoying Miss Joplin.

“It’s not an act,” I said simply.

And feel free to say it’s none of my business, but... how did you get her into this... arrangement?”

She nodded slowly. “I figured. If you don’t mind me asking—and please tell me to shut up if it’s too intrusive, but...how did you get her into this...arrangement? You must really have something on her.”

“I don’t mind telling you," I said, "but let’s keep this between us."

Kindra leaned in slightly. "Of course."

"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 demands. That was step one. Pretty soon, I had her sending me risqué selfies. As you can see, now I have her under my control.”

Kindra stared at me, wide-eyed with amazement. “My goodness!,” she said. “That’s quite a story. And honestly? Kind of exciting.” She paused for a moment. “I must tell you, I’m a little jealous,” she said with a chuckle. "And her? Submitting like this to a young teenager? Her humiliation must be off the charts.”

“Oh, it’s intense,” I said, grinning broadly. “And delicious.”

Kindra returned the grin, then looked back at the monitor, where Miss Joplin was marching across the room for the umpteenth time.

“That’s quite a find you made there,” she said. “And you’ve built something...delightfully twisted. Well done.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

In that moment, the thought first occurred to me: I would find a reason to see Kindra again—and when I did, Miss Joplin would absolutely be on the itinerary.

* * * * * *

The next few hours passed with efficiency. Kindra and Ricky installed cameras and speakers in every room. 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—but compared to earlier, things were relatively quiet.

That changed mid-afternoon, thanks in large part to Kindra’s young assistant.

We were having a late lunch on the back patio, enjoying the mild weather. I had Miss Joplin serve us sandwiches and lemonade.

And then it happened.

Our conversation had momentarily stalled. Ricky, who hadn’t said much of anything to that point, broke the silence.

“Um...” He looked at me, then dropped his gaze back to his sandwich. “Did you...? Oh, never mind.”

It was obvious 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?”

He hesitated, then forged ahead. “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?” His cheeks had taken on a healthy shade of pink.

“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, his embarrassment was rather adorable.

(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.

Poor Ricky’s blush deepened from pink to a spectacular red, while the horrified Miss Joplin was fidgeting nervously in her seat. She’d crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her legs tucked in, posture rigid.

“Would you listen to him?” Kindra teased, still grinning. "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?” I asked. “Ricky’s been working hard, and it might be a nice way to reward him.”

She grinned wickedly. “He turns fourteen tomorrow. We could call it an early birthday present.”

Her gaze drifted over to Miss Joplin, who now looked borderline petrified. “Besides, it might be a welcome change of pace. I think it might be entertaining for all of us.”

“Alrighty, then! It’s settled!” I said, clapping my hands together. “Ricky gets his wish, and we’ll all be entertained.”

All eyes turned to Miss Joplin. I said nothing. I simply waited to see what she would do.

At first, she sat frozen, looking very nervous. Then, finally, her lips parted—and she began to plead.

“Please, Felicity, I...I just...I just can’t...I can't do that.”

By now, the reader likely knows me well enough to realize that wouldn't fly.

"Oh, but I think you can, Marian," I said sweetly. “Look on the bright side—at least I’m not making you strip completely naked. All you need to do is lower your leotard to your waist. Then Ricky will get his birthday wish. Your breasts will be exposed, and he can get an eyeful.”

I turned toward 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?”

Kindra smiled at Miss Joplin, unabashed. “Yes, that would be delightful.”

“I think so, too,” I said, nodding. “It’s unanimous, Marian. We all agree—it’s time to put your breasts on display.”

The room fell quiet, thick with anticipation. Miss Joplin was breathing heavily, her arms still folded tight, her entire body tense. It seemed like we were at a standstill, and I wasn’t in the mood to wait it out.

“Alright, Marian,” I said firmly. “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 topless 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 casually pretended to scroll, as if retrieving the photo. I didn't need to—just the implication was enough.

“No! Okay! I’ll do it!” she blurted, just as I knew she would.

“Good girl. Now lower your leotard. All the way below your belly button. And listen carefully—you are not to cover up. Your arms will rest on the armrests, and they’ll stay there. Understood?”

She nodded, lips trembling. Then, with a deep breath, she reached for one sleeve and pulled her arm free. I glanced at Ricky—his jaw was practically on the floor. The boy looked like he’d just won the lottery.

Kindra’s expression was equally priceless, a delicious mix of amusement and anticipation.

Miss Joplin slipped her other arm out, then peeled the leotard down her waist and pushed it to her hips. Her face was crimson, her expression utterly mortified—but she did as she was told, placing her hands on the armrests and leaving them there.

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," said Kindra warmly. “Thank you for sharing.”

She turned to her nephew, who was openly leering, mouth agape and eyes wide with wonder.

“What do you think, Ricky?”

“Wow!” was all he could muster.

Kindra and I burst into laughter. Miss Joplin’s face somehow turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Can you wish Ricky a happy birthday, Marian?” I prompted.

“Happy Birthday, Ricky,” she said with utmost reluctance

Ricky was too dumbfounded to respond. He just kept staring with a goofy, dazed grin.

“Well, thank you for the afternoon delight,” Kindra said, rising to her feet. “Come along, Ricky—we’ve still got the kitchen install to handle.”

Ricky got up slowly, clearly reluctant to leave, his gaze still locked on the half-naked Miss Joplin.

Assuming the show was over, Miss Joplin reached for her leotard.

“Uh-uh. You’re to leave that leotard just like it is,” I told her, much to Ricky’s and Kindra’s delight. "I told you there’d be a punishment, remember? For the rest of the day, you’ll remain just like this. No covering up. Hands at your sides, so we can all check out your breasts as we please.”

“Oh, gosh,” she whispered miserably.

Still topless, she rose from her chair and followed us into the kitchen—Ricky stealing glances the whole way, Kindra smiling to herself, and me thoroughly pleased.

The session had taken a delightful turn.