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 naturally at 8:00, an hour before the alarm. I guess I was a little excited.

With time to kill, I decided to check in on the lady of the hour.

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? Her desperation was almost tangible.

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

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

I know, Marian. Believe me, if I were in your position, I probably wouldn’t like it either. But you’ll get used to it. And this way, you won’t have to keep bothering with photos. 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 technology amazing?

She didn’t reply. I knew she realized it was pointless to resist. But I had rules.

I expect a response from you, Marian.

I don’t know what to say. 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’re going to make quite the impression on the installers!

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

The technicians will be working in every room. Stay with them, 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 if you feel like it. I’m sure they’d enjoy 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 sexy nightgowns that I bought for you.

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 I picked out 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 provide 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’ll handle that.

Okay, but would you please consider buying me some with 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.

The session was getting me a little worked up, and I started massaging my crotch on the outside of my nylon shorts. I was gradually getting in the mood for an early morning delight. It was time to take things up a notch.

I’m trying to visualize the panties you are wearing. Do me a favor and take them off. Spread them out on your bed and send me a photo. 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 her, cheeks burning, stripping at my command, and became more aroused. I slid my shorts and panties off, then peeled off my tee for good measure.

Moments later I received a picture of Miss Joplin, fully naked, her face fraught with anguish.

I lay back on my bed and massaged myself in earnest. I continued to text with my other 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 could almost hear her sigh before she typed.

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 your bed.

I am lying on 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 how to respond to that. 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.

Okay, I will get ready.

I clicked off, the smile on my face reflecting both my enjoyment of the session and the anticipation of 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 reached Miss Joplin’s front door with a few minutes to spare before the surveillance installers were set to arrive. Using the key she’d given me—very much against her wishes—I helped myself in, feeling a delicious little thrill. 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 I’d instructed her to wear. Her back was to me, and my timing was exquisite, because the leotard bunched just below her knees, and she was otherwise naked, but for a bra. She was unaware of her audience, adding to the tasty scene.

“Good morning, Miss Joplin!” I bellowed.

Thoroughly unnerved, she jumped—actually jumped—her entire body stiffening. In her panic, she managed to tangle herself even more in the leotard. “AHHHH!” she shrieked, fumbling desperately, her hands shaking as she yanked the leotard up over her hips and belly, finally getting her arms into the sleeves. When she spun around, her face was crimson, her short hair mussed up as if she’d just rolled out of bed. I grinned at her, enjoying every second.

Breathing hard, she pressed a hand to her chest. “For the love of God, please don’t do that again!” she managed, her voice trembling. I only smiled wider. “At least knock or ring the doorbell next time, please?” she begged, trying to compose herself.

“Oh, but Miss Joplin,” I replied. “If I did that, I’d deprive us both of moments like these—so spontaneous, so... revealing. It wouldn’t be nearly as fun.”

She buried her forehead in her hand without responding. I turned, and before walking away I said, “I’ll give you a few minutes to finish getting ready. I’m looking forward to seeing the finished product.” I paused, then gave her a parting shot. “And lose the bra. You’re to be naked under the leotard.”

She stared at me, aghast. “But... my breasts are too big for that. They’ll be boun... I need some support.”

“Nonsense, Marian. You have nice tits, and this is the perfect opportunity 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 were the icing on the cake.

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

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

Ignoring her plea, I said, “Turn around. Let’s see you from the back.”

I knew it was a thong back, and I was looking forward to seeing how she looked. When she turned around, I wasn’t disappointed.

"Oh, that's nice, Marian. Put your knees together and bend over for me," I said. "I want to get a nice picture."

When she did, I snapped a photo. Here’s what it looked like:



“Bootylicious, Marian!” I teased.

She flinched, covering herself as best she could. “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. She looked at me desperately, but I just smiled.

“Oh, goodie, they’re here!” I said. “I’ll get the door. We’ll meet you in the living room. And if they ask about your outfit, you tell them, ‘I’m being punished for being a naughty girl.’ Understood?”

She didn’t answer, but I could see her dread as she shuffled toward the living room. I skipped to the entryway, anticipation building.

When I opened the door, I was quite surprised. I was expecting blue-collar-type workmen, but instead I was greeted by a slight young woman and a boy, maybe fourteen. Momentarily taken aback, I stood silently and stared at them. In those few seconds, my main thought was how this might affect the humiliation session I’d been planning for Miss Joplin. I quickly decided that the situation might make things even more mortifying for her.

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

“Yes, yes, come right in!” I replied, offering my hand. “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 ropes. 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, with an innocent look about him.

Years later, while writing this account, I contacted Kindra and asked for a picture of herself so I could show the readers what she looked like. I didn’t have a picture of Ricky, but a friend of mine who’s a talented artist drew him from the descriptions I gave. 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 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 couldn’t help herself. “I know it’s none of my business, but... are you trying that on for a costume party?”

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

I jumped in, savoring the moment. “Tell Kindra why you’re dressed like that, Marian,” I prompted.

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

One could feel the dynamic suddenly shifting, and the energy in the room surging. Kindra’s jaw dropped. She glanced at me, saw my smug little smile, then looked back at the hunched, shamefaced Miss Joplin. As for Ricky, he looked like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Oh, my,” Kindra said, giving Miss Joplin an appraising once-over. “That’s quite the punishment. I can only imagine how embarrassed you must be.”

Turning to me, she grinned. “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 replied, relishing Miss Joplin's discomfort. “Marian, why don’t you turn around so your audience can see the full effect?”

With visible reluctance, Miss Joplin turned. Kindra let out a soft giggle. Ricky, gaping in awe, made a quick, subtle adjustment to his crotch, a move which I think he thought went undetected.

“Not much left to the imagination, is there?” Kindra remarked, giving Miss Joplin one last lingering gaze before turning to me. I caught her eye, and we shared a sly smile.

“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 surveyed the numerous unpacked boxes. “It looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

Ricky nodded, quickly starting to unpack the first box, but not before sneaking another glance at Marian’s exposed backside. Kindra, meanwhile, turned her full attention back to Miss Joplin, who had rotated to face forward again, her arms glued to her chest.

“Will we be installing any cameras in this room?” she asked as she scanned the room.

Miss Joplin took a quick glance at me. “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.

Kindra nodded slowly, pointing to spots above the sofa and near the TV. “One there, one there—that’ll give you 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 to it.” I turned to Miss Joplin. “I had hoped these boxes would be unpacked before the crew arrived, Marian. Why don’t you lend a hand?” 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 under the leotard.

The session was shaping up to be even more entertaining than I’d 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. In just over thirty minutes, the living room was equipped with cameras. As Kindra prepared to move to the next room, she spotted a box tucked away in the corner.

“Looks like you’ve got some speakers here as well,” she noted, squatting down to examine them. “They appear to be part of the system. Where would you like them placed?”

“I ordered enough for every room,” I replied. “Plus one for the front porch and another for the backyard. I want to ensure I can interact with Miss Joplin regardless of where she is.”

Miss Joplin looked visibly unsettled, so I offered a reassuring smile. “We can still have our texting sessions that we enjoy so much. This just gives us another way to stay connected.”

I noticed Kindra and Ricky edging closer, clearly intrigued, so I thought I'd have some fun and give them something provocative—while simultaneously adding to Miss Joplin's anxiety. “Just imagine the convenience,” I said casually. “No matter where I am or where you are, I can simply speak into my phone and say, ‘Take off your top and your bra. I want to see your breasts.’ And just like that, off they go, giving me the show I want.”

I looked at our audience of two, and I wasn’t disappointed. Kindra looked at me and smiled, while Ricky’s eyes widened in a mix of shock and excitement. I could almost see the cartoon thought bubble above his head, filled with the image of a topless Miss Joplin.

A few minutes later, Ricky was putting the finishing touches on the living room speaker under his aunt's watchful eye. Kindra turned to me. “Fel... may I call you Felicity?”

“Of course,” I responded.

“We’re all set here,” she said. “Shall we give it a test run?”

“Absolutely!”

Kindra retrieved her laptop from her bag. “Let’s move this to another room,” she suggested.

“Sure, let’s go in the kitchen."

As we left the living room, Kindra paused and looked back at Miss Joplin, who stood awkwardly by the couch. “Um, would you mind if I directed your... your subject?”

“Oh, by all means, please do.”

I approached Miss Joplin and tugged at the shoulders of her leotard, making a show of smoothing it down her sides and hips, pulling it tighter. She cringed, face burning, while Kindra looked on with clear amusement. I gave her exposed backside a couple of light taps.

“Perfect,” I declared, stepping aside.

Kindra, still smiling, turned to Miss Joplin. “Ma’am, would you step over here, please?” Miss Joplin complied, moving submissively to the threshold of the living room. Kindra gently positioned her shoulders to face the cameras. “Good. Now stay completely still until I say otherwise,” she commanded. 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.”

With the stage set, Kindra and I retreated to the kitchen. She opened her laptop on the island and launched the control panel. “This won’t take long,” she assured me, her fingers dancing across the keys. “I already have the app installed; I set up one of these last month. I just need to connect it to your system.” She slid the laptop toward me. “Go ahead and set up your account—username and password.”

As I typed, Kindra asked, “Should I set up an account for the lady of the house too?”

“No, she won’t need access,” I replied, without looking up. 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 test the audio first.” She clicked a button, and a speaker in the other room chimed to life. “Ma’am, can you hear me okay?” Kindra called out.

“Yes,” Miss Joplin replied softly, almost in 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.

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

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

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

I watched the screen, smiling as Marian began to move. The camera activated instantly, tracking her across the floor. The video quality was superb, and the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor was crystal clear. “Wow!” I exclaimed. “That’s fantastic!”

“Oh, you’ll be amazed,” Kindra said 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, Kindra demonstrated how to switch cameras, change the line of sight, and zoom in and out. At one point, she zeroed in on Miss Joplin's backside as it swayed rhythmically across the screen. Kindra glanced 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,” Kindra commented.

“Glad I could contribute,” I said with a grin.

Kindra refocused the camera on Miss Joplin. “Keep walking, please,” she instructed through the mic. “Back and forth until I say stop.”

As Miss Joplin continued her pacing, Kindra leaned back. “Can I ask you something?” she said, her eyes still on the screen.

“Sure,” I replied.

“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 typical dom and sub arrangement. 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.

Kindra 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 have something on her.”

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

Kindra leaned in slightly. "Of course."

“I was in a drugstore and witnessed her stuffing her purse with merchandise. She’s my English teacher at Roosevelt High School and has never been very nice to me. So, I recorded her 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. And now, here we are.”

Kindra looked amazed. “My goodness!,” she said. “That’s quite a story. And honestly? Kind of exciting.” She chuckled. “I must tell you, I’m a little jealous. 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, looking back at the monitor where Miss Joplin was still pacing. “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.

* * * * * *

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

“Um... did you...?” He looked at me, then back at his sandwich. "Oh, never mind.”

It was clear 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. What can I say—I’m incorrigible. But that wasn’t going to happen.)

“Is there any way... uh... uh...” He paused, then pushed on. “Is there any way she could do that... I mean, that you could make her do that... today?"

His Aunt Kindra couldn’t suppress her laughter, and I joined in. Poor Ricky’s blush deepened to a spectacular red, while the panic-stricken Miss Joplin fidgeted nervously, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

“Would you listen to him?” Kindra teased, still grinning. "Our sweet, innocent Catholic boy with the naughty fantasies.” She giggled again and looked at me. “A normal teenage boy with normal teenage hormones.”

Ricky ducked his head, cheeks blazing, but couldn’t keep his gaze from darting toward Miss Joplin.

The ball was in my court, and it was too good of a shot to pass up. “What do you think, Kindra?” I asked. “Ricky’s been working hard all day. I think he’s earned a little treat, don’t you?”

Kindra grinned wickedly. “As it happens, he turns fourteen tomorrow. We could call it an early birthday present.” Her gaze drifted over to Miss Joplin, who now looked borderline petrified. “In fact,” Kindra continued, “I’d say we all deserve a little entertainment. It’s been a long installation.”

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

All eyes zeroed in on Miss Joplin. I didn’t say another word—I simply waited to see what she would do. At first, she sat frozen, looking very nervous, her arms coiled tightly around her chest. She was trembling. Then, finally, her mouth opened. “Please, Felicity," she whispered. "I... I just... I just can’t... I can't do that.”

By now, the reader likely knows me well enough to know that I would get what I wanted. "Oh, but I think you can, Marian," I said. “Look on the bright side—at least I’m not making you strip completely naked. All you need to do is slide your leotard down to your waist. Ricky gets his birthday dream, Kindra and I get a little eye candy, and you...” I trailed off, letting that sit. “Well, you know what you get.”

I turned to Kindra. “Would you like Miss Joplin to lower her leotard so you can see her breasts?”

She propped her chin in her hand, feigning contemplation. She gave Miss Joplin a small, predatory smile. “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's arms still folded tight, her entire body tense. The only sounds were her shaky breaths. It seemed like we were at a stalemate.

“Alright, Marian,” I said firmly. “This is your last chance. You remember that lovely topless selfie you sent me?” I waved my phone for effect. "I’m happy to just show Ricky and Kindra the photo instead of the real thing. But if I do that, I’ll also be sharing it out with 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! Please—don’t! I’ll do it!” she blurted, just as I knew she would.

“Attagirl. Now, I want that leotard down past your belly button, and absolutely no covering up. Your arms will rest on the armrests, and they’ll stay there. Understood?”

Her nod was barely perceptible, her lower lip quivering. 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. Kindra’s expression was equally priceless, a delicious mix of amusement and anticipation.

Miss Joplin finally worked the leotard down to her waist, revealing herself. She clenched her fists on the armrests, knuckles white. She was a picture of humiliation—crimson cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving.

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 get a fresh visualization of what we were all enjoying.



“You have lovely breasts," said Kindra warmly. "Really, you should be proud. Thank you for sharing with us.” 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, while Miss Joplin’s face somehow turned an even deeper shade of red.

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

She gritted her teeth, but forced herself to do it. “Happy birthday, Ricky,” she said, voice quivering. Ricky was too dumbfounded to respond. He just kept staring, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Well, that was delightful." Kindra said, rising to her feet. “Ricky, let’s get back to work—we’ve still got the kitchen left.” 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. “Not so fast,” I said, holding up a warning finger. "I told you there’d be a punishment, remember? For the rest of the day, that leotard stays right where it is,” I told her, much to Ricky’s and Kindra’s delight. "No covering up. Hands at your sides, so we can all enjoy your breasts as we please.”

“Oh, gosh,” she whispered miserably.

Still topless, she got up, following us to the kitchen—Ricky stealing glances the entire way, Kindra humming to herself, and me, thoroughly pleased.

The session had indeed taken a delicious turn.