She resigns; losing is pretty brutal

“Oh! The app quit! It’s gone!”

This is a good sign.

cgrevenge: Congratulations! You win! I hope you two will be able to get along forever. Before I leave you to your newly perfect sisterly relationship, there is the matter of prizes to discuss, and some reallocation!

You both get to keep one of your punishments for safe keeping. Since you win, you get to pick!

For you:

• Prominent nipples
• Asset appreciation (show off your cleavage)
• Bend over

For Mia:

• Give it back (can’t stop using stolen things)
• Parental guidance (do what they say)

Obviously I pick to ditch bend over and show off my cleavage, since they ruined my life. For Mia, I drop parental guidance since it does seem to be ruining her life. She seems to be doing okay with the “give it back” punishment and we’re done with life ruining.

“Mia I think we’re finally-,” bzzt. I look at my phone. “No,” I say to myself.

cgrevenge: Nearly there! Now it’s my turn! Since this is all about the shoes that neither of you bother to wear, I think they should get more use! Mia will keep them safe for you, and the only time she doesn’t have to wear them is for washing or when you want to wear them. To wear them, just take them off of her. To take them off, just tell her you want to and put them back on her feet.

cgrevenge: Finally, your prize: her mega punishment. To make sure she always remembers how much she took advantage of you, and what she put you through: one final punishment. Being looked at sexually will turn her on, and her masturbation limit has been extended to anywhere. Now she has an incentive to dress modestly.

There’s just one button to press. I look at Mia sympathetically and press ‘Accept terms.’ As I do, the app quits and disappears from my phone.

I don’t believe it’s over until I can prove it to myself. I dash to my wardrobe and change my top for a turtleneck. My nipples do their usual advertisement but no tongues or lips or hands **** me for once. I’m free!

I’m elated as I turn to celebrate with Mia, but my heart drops as I see her stand up, confused. She walks over to me, looking down at her traitorous legs, and past me to the wardrobe. She pulls out the shoes that caused all of this and proceeds to squeeze her feet into them again.

Once again, I feel get to feel short as her taller stature towers over me.

“What’s going on? Why am I wearing these?”

“Um. Mia.. you might want to sit down while I explain what I just read. The good news is that the app will leave us alone now. And you don’t have to do what our parents say. The bad news is…”

She wobbles over to my bed in the uncomfortable shoes as I explain her consequences of losing. She does not take it well.

“You can at least wear these for now!”

The next few days we coexist, taking turns to wear the absurd shoes. I didn’t realise until I had to wear them out of the house how challenging they were.

The first time we left was unpleasant. I’d taken the shift with the shoes and she was enjoying sneakers. I was grateful to be wearing my study wear. We intended to go to lunch, but Mia faced the first repercussions of her flaunty wardrobe as we were being seated. Walking through a restaurant wearing her short skirt had already told her that she’d not be wearing this as often.

At the time, I was too distracted with trying to walk competently to notice her predicament.

She was squirming a bit in her seat when she admitted, “I didn’t realise how many people looked at me.”

I rub my foot in the shoe. “I didn’t realise how uncomfortable you must have been in these..”

Mia wasn’t listening as she’d made eye contact with a group of guys sitting on adjacent table I didn’t know what was happening but I recognised the extremely tight grip she had on the table and knew that she wouldn’t be wearing that outfit again.

She excused herself to the bathroom, rushing and with both hands pulling her skirt down to be as modest as she could manage.

She came back five minutes later, no less tense than she was when she left. I taught her some breathing exercises I’d used to calm myself down in past and, by the end, I was quite impressed with her restraint. I was worried at one point that she’d pounce on one of the guys.

By Sunday, it sadly was time for her to go home. It has been a long time since I’ve been able to enjoy time with my sister and I was grateful for this time and looking forward to the next week - a week of studying in my own clothes, and Mia visiting again next weekend.

She left in the tall shoes, and a hoodie and pants.