Mia's denial and

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On days like this I love my job. I’ve made ground with Lina, even if she doesn’t know it yet, and the universe has finally given me the perfect storm that I’ve been waiting for, for Mia. I’ve watched from her phone all evening while she set up her bed and lights and candles for a nice relaxing self session, and found that she can’t pick up her toy.

I watch her give up on the toy and try with her hand, but the only stimulation she can bring herself is the smallest air movement from frantically trying to get her hand any closer than an inch from her.

I could have interpreted the mother’s wording any way I wanted to, which is why I chose this interpretation. I love watching Mia have her release so tantalisingly close before finding out it’s out of reach.

I enjoy watching her creative mind at work as she tries a number of methods. Lowering herself onto the toy doesn't work - she just found herself hovering an inch above it.

Humping her pillow doesn't work either. The curse let her mount it but as soon as she does, she finds herself unable to persuade her hips to grind, until she climbed off it again.

I make a point of taking a few photos onto capture the moment as she realises each attempt won’t work.

My timer ticks over the 7 day mark, since her last turn, and Mia’s in the perfect mindset for a good ****. Time for more mischief!

Lina

“Lina!”

In a way, for the first time in a while, I'm happy to see her as she barges into my room. I sit up from my bed, my breasts jiggling in the tank top I’ve been allowed to wear.

“You’ve got to help me,” she says.

“Why? What’s happening?”

“Remember what Mother said about ‘nothing dirty’? I can’t even... look!”

It looks like she's trying to squeeze her breasts, but can’t seem to get close enough to touch them.

"Uh, what am I watching?"

“I can’t _touch _myself at all. The commands from mom and dad work me up all day and the only way I’ve been able to cope is by .. ‘massaging’.”

"What do you mean, work you up all day?" I look down at my uniform-enforced chest and answer my own question. That explains her squirming and moaning all day. "Oh. Gross." Time to shut off my imagination before I need therapy again.

“Mia,” I sigh, “how do you think I’ve coped all these years? I’ve never ‘massaged’ myself and I’m fine. You just need self control and, if that doesn’t work, a cold shower.”

“Ugh! How are you such an unsympathetic bbbbb— I can’t even curse. I can’t even CURSE. FFFF- darn you.”

I watch her try to curse to herself until she gets tired. I don’t swear, masturbate or voluntarily dress like she does (with the exception of curses) so I don’t see why she’s so frustrated.

Hey Mia. Lina just doesn't get it. You can always forgive her for putting you through this, but it's your turn. What shall we do with her??

I hear a phone buzz, but when I check it, there's nothing on the screen. Weird. By the time I look up from mine, I see Mia looking up at me from hers. I don't like the way she's smiling as she scrolls through a long seeming list. I start to walk over to her.

"Mia, let's not be rash. We can sort this out."

"Oh I see: your tone changes now I'm holding the app."

"Of course it has! Disagreeing is one thing, but the app isn't the right way to settle it. Look at what it's done to us!" I gesture at my E cups to demonstrate my point.

"So what. You have to show off your nice boobs for a while, while I'm stuck being ordered around by our parents, wearing painful shoes for a week, and now I can't even do the one thing I look forward to and need most."

"Mia, these are not 'for a while' things! These are forever things! And you saw how our parents reacted to my new look today."

"You know, you just need to lighten up." She makes a show of typing into her phone. "Li-gh-ten, up; there! Let's see the results!"

"Mia! Just stop!" I move to her and try to take the phone from her, but she has the height advantage and holds it above me, out of reach. I look up as she scrolls through the options above my head.

"That one looks like fun!"

I jump to grab the phone, but manage to knock her off her balance. She shrieks in surprise as she trips over my shoes on the floor and lets the phone fly across the room, hitting the floor with a thud.

"Lina, what the fffffff-- flip! You'd better not have broken it!"

I rush over to it on the floor and check the screen. It says 'sexy pickup line'. 'What could that mean?' I think to myself. 'It can't be good.' "Mia you pressed one!?"

"I didn't really have a choice," she says from where she fell, rubbing her ankle. "What is it? Can you pass me my phone?"

"Eep!" I try to pick up the phone but find my body standing instead and turning away from her. I try to bend at the knees, but all I can persuade them to do is squeeze together as my back leans forward. One arm reaches out for the phone beneath me as the other arm wrestles with my breasts as they try to escape the top. "What the hell?" I ask the air as I stand up again. I walk over to her and make a show of handing the phone over to her, letting my breasts dangle seductively. I stand upright again as soon as my body lets me and pat myself down.

"Ew! Why are you doing that?" She looks at her phone and laughs to herself. "Oh, I get it."

"What? What do you see?" I ask, keenly.

"Hey Lina can you pick up that book, from the top shelf over there?"

"Uh.." I turn around and lock on to the book. As I approach it, my back arches as I reach up, pushing my ass out seductively. As I get my grip onto the spine of the book, I let out an erotic moan, which surprises even me. I start to bring it back to Mia but she's too busy laughing to take it from me. I wait patiently until she takes it, at which point my patience dissolves. "You cannot be serious."

She wipes away the tears from her eyes as she reads aloud, "It says: 'When picking up items, you'll put on a show for whoever is nearest. You will also be compelled to pick things up when asked to.'"

"How is this funny to you? Why do you end up with easy punishments and I end up with ones which make me act like a -- oh. I think I see what this app is doing."

She thinks. "It could have been worse. Any of the punishments I scrolled past were far worse. When you knocked me over, my finger was over 'can you be more anal,' so we should be thankful."

She had a fair point - I was being reckless. But so was she. I can't help but chuckle as I think about how ridiculous this situation has become. "We really need to get out of this spiral. All it's done is turn us against each other so far. I think we need to work together."