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Chapter 3: Miss Joplin
Wed Jan 3, 2018 3:07pm

It doesn't matter to me whether my victims are male or female, young or old, gay or straight. As long as I have them at my disposal, free to do anything I want to them against their will, I'm in my element. Since my virgin experience as a humiliator with Blondie, I've had the pleasure of many such encounters. Most have been with fellow teenagers, but occasionally I've been able to humiliate an adult. I do have the feeling that the humiliation an adult feels at my hands is exacerbated by the fact that they are submitting to a younger person. The fact that I have always looked a lot younger than my actual age is an added bonus.

In these chronicles I had originally intended on relating my exploits in chronological order, but I've decided not to go that route. I think I'd rather just share whichever experience strikes my fancy at the time. I think my writing would be better with that approach, which hopefully will be a good experience for the reader.

Most of my victims over the last five plus years I have chosen myself, or, as in Blondie's case, were chosen for me. On more than one occasion, through sheer serendipity, my victim has practically fallen into my lap. The following account describes one of those occasions.

I had a high school teacher by the name of Miss Joplin. In my junior year, when I was 16, she taught my high school literature class. She was in her late twenties, with a roundish, moderately attractive face. Her physique was fairly average––not curvaceous but at the same time only slightly overweight, if at all.

She wasn't the most popular teacher in the school, and I have to say I never really cared for her. She was definitely overly critical when grading my assignments. I thought I had a pretty good grasp on most of the subject matter, but my grades did not reflect that. She gave me a C+ on an essay that I thought I had practically aced. When I approached her about my grade, she pretty much blew me off.

"You need to try harder, Felicity," she said. Well, I thought I was trying pretty damn hard, so this was not constructive criticism.

"But I am, Miss Joplin," I replied. "Is there something specific I can work on?"

"Maybe literature just isn't your forte," she said while turning her attention back to her whatever she was working on.

I was flabbergasted, and more than a little pissed off.

Which made my chance encounter with her a week later all the more gratifying.

I had borrowed my mom's car late one Sunday morning in October to go downtown and do a little shopping. One of my stops was in the local drugstore to pick up a couple of toiletry items. Lo and behold, I spotted Miss Joplin in the back of one of the aisles. I had zero interest in engaging her, and made the no-brainer decision to avoid her at all costs. But just as I was about to turn away, I saw her stuffing an item from the shelf into her large purse. And then another. Evidently, she was a kleptomaniac!

Not one to miss out on a golden opportunity, I pulled out my phone and started surreptitiously videoing her in hopes that she would continue on her stealing spree. I stayed behind her and followed her to the next aisle and sure enough, she continued to load up her purse with a few more items. She then walked out of the store with her stolen loot. She made one furtive glance backwards to make sure she wasn't being followed. She never saw me, and luckily for me I had it all recorded.

I remember standing there, somewhat stunned at what I had just witnessed, mostly because I had already considered the ramifications involved. And those ramifications were 100% positive for little ol' me. I'm not religious, but I actually looked up to the heavens in thanks for the boon that had just been handed to me.

I anxiously played the video while still standing in the store. It was as good as I thought it would be.

"Yes!" I yelled out loud, not caring a bit about the stare I received from a customer at the other end of the aisle.

I wasted no time. While sitting in the car I found the email addresses of the teachers on the school's website and sent an email to the kleptomaniac. It looked like this:

Subject: I Saw You At the Drugstore Today

Dear Miss Joplin,

We need to talk. Call me. My cell is (347) 472-xxxx. I would appreciate hearing from you no later than 4:00 this afternoon.

Make sure to watch the attached video before you call.

I would prefer to keep this strictly between you and me, but that will depend on you.

I look forward to hearing from you.



I pictured her tensing up upon seeing the subject matter, and then being absolutely horrified while viewing the incriminating video. It made me smile with satisfaction.

I received the call just a few minutes before 4:00. She sounded quite distressed. Here's how it went:

"Hello?" I said cheerily.

"Is this Felicity?" she asked, quite nervously.

"Yes, hi, is that you, Miss Joplin?"


I don't think she knew quite how to proceed, so I picked up the ball.

"Great, thanks so much for calling me back. I was wondering what you thought of my video."

There was a very long pause before she finally responded.

"What is it you want?" I assumed she thought I wanted money. But that's because she didn't know me very well. Not yet.

"Well, that's a fair question, Miss Joplin. I think it would be best if we could discuss this in person. How 'bout we meet in the Food Court at the mall, say, in one hour from now?" I probably could have handled my agenda over the phone, but I wanted to meet face to face so she could see my facial expressions and know I meant business.

There was another pause before she said, "Can you just tell me what this is all about?"

"Absolutely," I responded. "We can discuss it at the mall. Don't be late," I said, then immediately terminated the call.

I arrived at the Food Court an hour later. It wasn't crowded, and I spotted Miss Joplin sitting at a small table in the corner, near the Panda Express. She was nervously picking at her fingers. I approached her from behind and softly put my hand on her shoulder.

"Miss Joplin!" I said cheerily. She was quite startled and almost sprung out of her chair. "Thanks for coming to meet me," I said, extending my right hand. The gesture was not reciprocated. I sat down across from her.

"Listen," she said...

"No, I think you need to listen to me," I interrupted. I wanted to assume control early. "I think you should be ashamed of yourself, and you need to be taught a lesson. I've a good mind to take this video straight to the principal."

"Please, no....don't do that, I...I...I'd lose my job, and I might not be able to teach again."

"You're damn straight," I responded. "And rightly so. I could also take it straight to the police. Some of those items you ripped off were pretty expensive. They'd probably charge you with grand theft. That's a felony, and you'd go away for a long time."

I was pretty sure that wouldn't be the case, but she was pretty vulnerable and probably not thinking straight. I could tell I had her right where I wanted her.

"Please, I....I have some money. I have over twenty thousand dollars. I've been saving for a European vacation, but I can give it to you if you just delete the video and we'll pretend this never happened."

"That's a very nice offer, but I don't think so, Miss Joplin. It's not your money I want."

She furrowed her brow in confusion, wondering what in the world I was looking for. Then she thought she had a revelation.

"Oh, now I get it. You want a good grade. Do you want a B? I could even give you an A if that's what you want."

I smiled and said, "Oh, I'm confident you are going to give me an A. But that's just going to be the icing on the cake."

Her face turned white. I think she suddenly had a chilling realization that she was facing something dark, something demonic. She had no idea what it was, but she had a pretty good idea that her life was going to be turned upside down. She then tried to play a different card.

"Please, Felicity, I know I have a problem. I'll get if fixed. I promise I'll get some help. Please, just let this one thing go."

I was not going to be deterred. "You can get your problem fixed. Hey, I hope you do. But you're still going to have to answer to me."

"What...what in God's name do you want."

"It's pretty simple, Miss Joplin. I just want your cooperation. If I ask you to do something for me, I expect you to do comply."

She looked at me wide-eyed.

"Do we have a deal?" I asked.

"What....what kinds of things are you talking about?" she asked fearfully.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that right now. You'll find out in due time."

That response, of course, did nothing to alleviate her uneasiness. I'm sure the uncertainty of what I had planned for her in my devious mind had her anxious to the extreme.

"In the meantime," I said, "I need to get your credit card number. Could I borrow your card for a minute?"

She looked at me somberly before grudgingly reaching into her purse and handing me her card. I pulled out my phone and began typing in the numbers in the notes section in her contact information.

"Ah, I see you have a first name. Is it okay if I call you Marian?"

"You're going to call me whatever you want." I pretended I didn't hear her.

"No worries, Marian. I'm not going to break you. Your twenty thousand should be more than enough. And this is mainly for you. I'll be sending you some nice gifts on occasion, but I wouldn't be able to afford them, so I'll simply charge them on your card."

I glanced up at her and she had a confused look on her face, followed by a look of anxiety.

"I see this is a Citibank card," I continued. "My parents use one of these, and they're always talking about the rewards they receive from their purchases. So in a way I'll be helping you out."

The look on Miss Joplin's face indicated that she might not have quite agreed with that assessment.

I turned the card over and typed in the three digit security code, then handed her my phone.

"Do me a favor and type in your home address. That way I'll know where to send the packages."

While she unenthusiastically typed in her address, I continued to engage her.

"By the way, was that your cell phone you called me from today?" She nodded sullenly. "Great, then I can text you if I need something. Do me a favor and keep your phone handy at all times. One of my pet peeves is when I text somebody and don't get an immediate response. Can I count on you to get back to me right away when I text you?" Again, she nodded. "Great. Even if it doesn't seem like it requires a response, I'd appreciate an acknowledgment right away, just so I know you're obeying me by being available at all times."

She gave back my phone, and at that point I pretty much had all the information I needed: her email address, her phone number, her home address, and her credit card information. And I was pretty sure I had her compliance, but there were a few things I needed to try out before being absolutely sure.

"Well, I think that should do it," I said. "By the way, I really like your shoes. What size do you wear?"

"Eight and a half," she said halfheartedly. I could tell she really wanted to be done with me.

"Shoot, that's too big for me. But my sister Julie wears that size. Mind if I give them to her?" I asked casually, as if I was asking her if she knew what time it was.

"Uh...I...please, don't do this to"

"Julie would really appreciate it. And so would I. Let's call it a good faith gesture, just to make sure we're on the same page."

She knew I wasn't going to back down. "Okay, I guess I that. I can send them to you."

"Actually, I'm driving right by her place on my way home. I'd like to just drop them off tonight. So I'll take them off your hands––or I guess off your feet is more appropriate––right now, if you please."

"But I'll be barefoot," she pleaded. She was wearing black flats with no socks.

I just smiled at her and shrugged my shoulders.

With hesitation, she leaned over and removed her shoes. I really enjoyed that moment. It wasn't like I was making her expose her breasts or anything, but nonetheless I got her to comply, and the power I felt over her as I watched her bare her feet was energizing. She handed over the shoes, I thanked her and sent her on her way. Watching her bare feet splatter against the cold, dirty floor of the Food Court as she walked away really gave me a rush.

"I'll be in touch!" I hollered before she was out of earshot.

Little did she know how soon that would be. A couple of minutes later I sent her a text. She was probably still walking to her car.

Just checking in.

I'm here.

That's a good girl, Marian.

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                Please find the two parts to Chapter 8 below.
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                • Chapter 8: Johnny Boy, Part 2Blondie., Fri Jan 26 10:45pm
                  I received a text from Andrea in between second and third periods. She asked if we could meet during lunch to discuss something. We agreed to meet at a table in the cafeteria. "So I hope you don't... more
                  • Chapter 9: RubyBlondie., Fri Feb 2 12:52pm
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                    • Chapter 10: TinaBlondie., Sun Feb 4 10:13pm
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                      • Chapter 11: BlondieBlondie., Thu Feb 8 9:57am
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                        • Chapter 12: Johnny BoyBlondie., Mon Feb 12 1:50pm
                          One afternoon Natalie, Andrea, Kayla and I were finishing up our lunch when there was a brief pause in the conversation. I was in a playful mood, and thought it might be fun to pay a visit to a... more
                          • Chapter 13: Blondie, Part 1Blondie., Sat Feb 17 11:50am
                            I'll try get back to my ongoing account of Blondie's humiliation during my thirteenth birthday again someday, but I thought it might be a good time to relate our first encounter I had with him once I ... more
                            • Chapter 13: Blondie, Part 2Blondie., Sat Feb 17 11:51am
                              I knelt down in front of Blondie and began tugging on his shorts. My adrenalin was pumping as the noise level gradually rose while his penis came into view. I continued to pull down until letting his ... more
                              • Chapter 14: Miss Joplin, Part 1Blondie., Tue Feb 27 2:38pm
                                Three weeks had gone by since I received that wonderful selfie of the topless Miss Joplin. Since then I have gradually escalated my control over her. I usually don't achieve quite the sexual thrill... more
                                • Chapter 14: Miss Joplin, Part 2Blondie., Tue Feb 27 3:13pm
                                  The next day did not disappoint. Miss Joplin was dressed exactly as I instructed. Plus, she had her hair down, and I could smell her perfume. Oh, and I did glimpse a bit of the lace of her stay-up... more
                                  • Wonderful!!W.wanst, Sat Sep 1 7:48pm
                                    Just great! The described humiliation of Miss Joplin was so damn intense! Can't believe it.
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