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Chapter 14: Miss Joplin, Part 2
Tue Feb 27, 2018 3:13pm
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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 stockings, even though she wasn't bending over. I didn't say anything as I walked by; I just gave her a knowing smile.

When the class ended I took my time before leaving my desk. I wanted all the students to leave so I could have some private time with Miss Joplin. Most of the kids were gone within a minute, but there were two boys that were hanging around Miss Joplin's desk. Most assuredly they were attracted by her new getup and were using any excuse to stay and talk to her.

"Don't you boys have something better to do?" I said as I approached the desk. As I mentioned before this was my junior year and by then I had built up a reputation around Roosevelt. The boys didn't want to mess with me and they promptly scurried from the room.

"You look absolutely stunning today, Marian," I said. "If I may say so myself I did a terrific job picking out your clothes for you." Miss Joplin blushed and didn't quite know what to say, but she knew me well enough by then to know that a response was required.

"Thank you," she said while looking down at the ground.

"Did you wear the thong like I asked you to?"

"Yes."

"May I see?" She looked nervously over at the door, so I walked over and closed and locked it. "The door is locked now, Marian. It's just you and me. Can you lift up your skirt for me so I can make sure you're wearing a thong?"

Miss Joplin turned her back to me, lifted up her skirt and quickly let it drop back down. It was up long enough for me to see her bare bum and the band of the thong. She turned back to me and I was delighted to see her blushing profusely. Remember how I said that for the most part I did not get a sexual thrill out of the psychological manipulation of Miss Joplin? Well, this particular encounter was an exception. I had planned on stopping there, but I needed more. I eyed the barely exposed cleft of her cleavage.

"I assume you're wearing the demi bra?"

"Yes," she answered nervously.

"I'd really like to see how it looks on you. Can you show me? After all, I did buy it for you, so it's the least you can do. Can you take your blouse off for me?"

"Please, Felicity....I...I can take a picture for you when I get home if you want. I can send it to you."

"That's nice of you, Marian. But it would mean more to me to see you in the flesh. And I can take my own picture to save you the trouble. I can send it to you."

"Oh, God," she said throatily as she reached for the top button and began unbuttoning her blouse. My breathing became heavier and I felt a tingle between my legs. That first moment when I know I'm about to strip somebody or when I know they are going to have to strip themselves at my bidding is really a turn-on.

She had the last button finished and she paused. I reached my hand out towards her. "I'll take that," I said. She pulled off her blouse and obediently handed it to me before immediately crossing her arms over her chest. Her exposed skin increased my titillation. There was no turning back now. I laid the blouse across a student's desk behind me.

"Very nice, Marian. Now I need to see you walk around in just your underwear."

"Oh! Please, Felicity. I can't take this anymore. Please! I'll send you a picture. Even a video. I'll...I'll walk around for you in a video." I rubbed my thighs together as my level of stimulation mounted.

"Again, nice offer, Marian. And maybe you can do that for me sometime. But right now I want to see you parade around your classroom for me in your underwear." She just looked at me anxiously, breathing rapidly. I was really getting excited now. While she watched me, I put my hand inside my panties and started rubbing myself. I was already damp. As she watched me, I thought that she must think I'm a depraved human being. But I really didn't care what she thought. I also thought that her humiliation level must have ratcheted up considerably to realize that I was getting off sexually on her humiliation. That was a "win-win" for me!

"Take your skirt off for me, Marian," I directed. I knew I would want this scene captured for posterity––and for other uses <giggle>––so I started a video on my phone and pointed it at her with one hand while continuing to massage myself with the other. Most reluctantly she unzipped her skirt, then held it at her waist momentarily before letting it drop to the floor. A lot of it was probably due to the humiliation aspect of the scene, but I have to say she looked absolutely stunning in her thong and bra, thigh-high stockings, five-inch heels and blushing face.

"Good girl, Marian. Now I'd like you to walk around for me."

I held my phone up and followed the mortified Miss Joplin, who was now sniffling quietly as she grudgingly traipsed back and forth across the front of the room. It was a delectable sight, and my excitement level was increasing by the second.

It was a good time to step up the humiliation.

"Can you stand up on the desk for me, please?" I asked. "I think it would make for a marvelous photo op."

The beleaguered Miss Joplin drooped her shoulders before looking anxiously towards the door.

"Don't worry, it's locked, Marian. Nobody can see you."

Still sniveling, Miss Joplin climbed onto the desk. She sat on her haunches with her arms across her chest, staring downward. It was a sight for sore eyes. I took a picture, while continuing to knead my groin in self-indulgence.

"Good. Now stand up, please," I said.

She rose to her feet, temporarily wobbling on her high heels.

"Ooh, careful, Marian. Safety first. There you go." I held up my camera phone. "Hands on your hips, please. That's it." I snapped a couple of pictures. "Now turn around. Good. Keep your hands on your hips and turn your head towards the camera. Perfect, Marian." I snapped two more pictures. Her white butt cheeks contrasted nicely with the black thigh-highs, I remember thinking.

"Okay, you can turn back around now, Marian. We're almost done. I just need to get a few shots without the underwear."

The look on her face indicated that she was not expecting this turn of events, which really added to the moment for me.

"No...Oh God, please, Felicity. I just can't."

"I understand, Marian. I'm sure it will be a bit humiliating. And that's the goal here. But it's just you and me right now. We probably only have another five minutes or so before your next class will need to come in. You can tell me to leave right now if you want, but I'll be unlocking the door and taking your blouse and skirt with me if you decide to go that route."

"Oh...oh....oh, God." She took a deep breath and reached behind her back, unclasping her bra.

"That's my girl," I encouraged.

She let the bra drop to the top of the desk and without hesitation she resolutely lowered her thong to her ankles and stepped out of them. She stood staring at the desk with both hands cupped softly over her sex. The blush on her face was exquisite. I snapped a picture.

"Good, Marian, good. Now stand up straight and put your hands on your hips." She did so, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. I snapped another picture. "Beautiful, Marian. Can you please kick your thong and bra off the desk? Good. Oh yes, nice picture. Wait till you see these. You look so sexy in those thigh-highs and stilettos. Now turn and face the blackboard. Good. Turn your head and look at me, like before. Nice. Can you smile? Give me your best 'come hither' look. Come on, you can do it, Marian." She was too close to tears to give me a seductive look, but she did try. "Now turn back around and face me." I was close to ecstasy and Miss Joplin was going to help me get there with a humiliation boost. "Now put your arms behind your head. Oh! Good. Bend your knees a little bit. Ohhh. Now gyrate your hips for me. More!. Yes! Oh! Oh, yes! Keep going! Yes! You're so humiliated, aren't you? Say it!"

"I'm...I'm so humiliated," she said while continuing to twirl her hips.

"Louder!"

"I'm so humiliated!"

"Ohhhhh, yes!" I exulted as my orgasm came to fruition. "Aahhhhh," was all I was capable of saying for a moment as I continued to caress myself softly.

I paused for a bit to relish the moment, and to catch my breath. What a delicious experience that was. I mean, seriously, who needs sex when I have that?

"That was incredible, Marian."

I walked over to the desk and rooted through the drawers. "Do you have any Kleenex?" I asked. "Oh, here we go." I pulled out a few tissues and reached into my panties again to soak up my juices. I didn't see a trash can handy so I laid the soiled tissues on the desk in between Miss Joplin's stilettos. I'm sure she delighted in throwing them away for me. <giggle>

"Love the perfume, by the way." I grabbed my backpack and started heading for the door. "I think we're done here," I proclaimed.

Realizing the urgency, the horrified Miss Joplin jumped off the desk and scrambled for her clothes. As I neared the door I turned back and said, "I think you'll find some of the pictures frame-worthy. I'll be sure to send them to you." As I put my hand on the doorknob I stopped and turned back once more. "What do you say, Marian?"

"Thank you," she said breathlessly as she yanked up her skirt and frantically started buttoning up her blouse. I noticed that her thong and bra were still on the floor. I found out later that she had just enough time to scoop them up and slam them in her drawer just as the first student was coming in.

"Marian!" I shouted, getting her attention. When she looked at me I blew her a soft kiss, smiled and said, "Thank you."

  • 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 2 — Blondie., Tue Feb 27 3:13pm
      • 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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