Testing the waters

Max: I hope you are keeping your promises

You could see the message clearly as she looked down at her phone and after sitting up on her sofa, you watched her type a response.

Rebecca: Of course I am

“Shit!” Rebecca said as she shot up from the couch, running into a room that you now knew was her bedroom.

“What’s happening?” Emma asked, clueless of what you were smiling at.

It was still weird to realise that Emma couldn’t see what you were seeing so you made sure you kept her updated with everything, trying to describe the scene as Rebecca rushed around her room.

“She’s trying to take a good photo for you I bet” Emma said, Rebecca’s frantic movements now making sense as she went to her bathroom to pose.

Even as she got to the mirror you saw that she was wearing panties but she continued to fuss with her appearance without knowing you already knew she hadn’t been keeping her promise.

Max: It feels like you are trying to buy time before…

You started to dictate a message to Emma but before you could even finish, she interrupted you.

“I have a good idea. Listen to this” she explained, telling you her version as she typed it out.

Max: You know a punishment can always be changed. Maybe you will have to stop wearing panties all the way until prom just so I can check in on you. Clock’s ticking.

The last bit Emma added as her own dramatic flair but it felt fine to keep, letting her send the next so you could see the results.

You watched as Rebecca stopped in her tracks and looked to her phone as if worried about what message she was about to view. It took her a moment to actually reach out but it seemed she still remembered she was on a time limit and she read the message.

She stood there a while and read and reread your message before looking up at herself in the mirror. It was then that she finally took off her panties and posed for a picture. She had changed into a silk dressing gown and left it wide open, showing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath but still using it to hide her nipples and posing so that not much was exposed.

She took the shot and added a caption. Knowing what it was before it was sent and Emma didn’t even relay the words, getting too focused on the selfie when you looked over to see her wide-eyed expression. Since she had been relying on your description and hadn’t been looking at her, you gave her a pass, but the description itself worried you slightly.

Rebecca: Sorry, I was trying to look good in the photo but this was the best I could do.

With the mirror right in front of Rebecca, you could see her frowning as she looked down awaiting your reply and you knew this wasn’t just her trying to get out of her punishment. A part of her believed that her ‘rushed’ photo didn’t make her look good.

You were trying to be more dominant with her but if it ever made her feel like this then you needed to make sure that stopped before she could ever think she wasn’t as gorgeous as she actually was.

Max: You’ve done a good job Becky

You got Emma to send that as soon as you got her attention away from the photo, just to alleviate Rebecca’s immediate concerns before the rest was typed.

Max: And don’t you ever think for one second that you’re not one of the most beautiful women in the world. No matter what you’re wearing or how you think you look, I wouldn’t be asking for your photo if I didn’t think you were drop dead gorgeous. And remember, I choose you. That might sound a bit weird when you know I’m with other women but I choose you because of who you are. The person as a whole…

“You’re starting to ramble,” Emma reminded you, still typing out what you were saying but just keeping you in check before you got too carried away.

Max: Anyway, there’s always the red, yellow and green light system if you think we are going too far with punishments but feel free to message outside of all this (I personally love it). And that's all for Rebecca and not Becky.

Emma made a quick joke about her fingers getting sore as your usual rambling didn’t require someone to type it all out. You looked back to Rebecca and while you still wanted to check if she was okay, she was wearing clothes that caught your eye even if you couldn’t help it.

She sat down on the edge of her bath and with her eyeline now further down, you couldn’t see her face to gauge her reaction. It felt like forever as she had taken longer than you had thought when she was getting ready and you were telling Emma what was going on and what to type.

It seemed time had gone faster than you had thought as before you could see her reply, you felt a sudden jolt and were brought back to just your own senses, the same feeling as when you had left Emma before but having it be unexpected made it that much harder to adjust to.

Emma reached out an arm to steady you as she must have been keeping track of the time but you heard the sound of a notification on your phone that this time you wanted to read for yourself. With a few deep breaths, fewer than you had needed last time, Emma passed your phone back and you both read Rebecca’s reply.

Rebecca: Green light :)

You felt yourself relax more than you thought you needed to with just that one message and you didn’t think it needed a reply, your previous message was already long enough to convey your feelings.

Emma still felt the need to scroll slightly further up in the conversation to look at Rebecca’s selfie again and that made you smile once again as the both of you oogled your teacher.

“She’s really hot” Emma admitted, staring at the picture for longer than you did.

You wanted to carry on looking alongside her but your mind kept getting brought back to what you had originally planned to do. Even with the two good uses of the beholder effect, you were still dreading the main event that you needed to use it for.

Emma gave you a pout as you took back your phone but when she saw your more serious expression, she understood why you had done so. You did one final check on Grace to see whereabouts she was and with her still not getting any closer according to the KDK, you assumed she was still stuck in a queue.

Regretfully, you loaded up your father’s profile and for the third time today, you selected the eye of the beholder and tensed up as the effect took place, not looking forward to whatever you were going to witness on the other end.