The guests arrive

I'd planned my outfit carefully and optimistically. Everyone arriving today shares my values of modesty. So much so that even Mia will be **** to comply and dress well.

I think I can get away with a lot of modesty today, as long as nothing distracts me too much. I think I have about 10% of my judginess quota to play with before I start to encounter problems. Even then, I've layered my outfit carefully to be able to take bits off if the worst happens.

I have on a long black lace dress with a white top underneath. I already feel light fondling but this is easily manageable. I try adding a shawl but discover that it might be too much. In the worst case, the black dress has a high neckline, but shows a lot of skin through it, so that should count for a lot if I need to wear it without the t-shirt.

I look down at my reclaimed shoes and try to wear them, but I can't hold my balance. I don't remember them being this tall. This is precisely the type of event I'd have worn them to.

I admit defeat and change them for some black flats.

I check the app and it's sitting at the 0% it's been sat at since midnight. There's also a message waiting for me: "don't forget the rules: no dodging your obligations."

I hear the guests downstairs and take that as my cue to join in.

Mia's already downstairs by the time I descend. She's also wearing a dress, but even more conservative to mine. A floor-length, well-fitted and high necked green formal dress with practical sandal heels.

I have to admit, "Mia you look stunning!"

"Don't congratulate me, Mom made 'asked' me to wear it and I still can't put my ankles on the floor yet."

"Oh." I smile to myself as I make my way into the living room to meet people I hadn't gotten to see in a long time.

It's been years since I've been able to see my extended family. Aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents filled the first floor of our house. These are people that even Mia is afraid of and would have probably dressed conservatively without her magically enforced instructions.

As I talk to them I get occasional glimpses of Mia running errands and being an excellent host, no doubt because she'd been told to.

“Ugh. I forgot the salad. Darling, can you get the salad from the kitchen?”

“Okaynnngg,” Mia stands up from the dinner table and rushes to the kitchen on unstable legs.

This is about the 10th time I’ve watched Mia suffer through a “command” from out parents. It’s a miracle I’ve been managing to last this long without giggling. She definitely has a tell when she’s following an order.

I watch her glare back at me as she sits back down, only to be interrupted by another request, “oh, and can you get the potatoes while you’re up?” Given that she was half-seated at the time, the command makes her leg give way, causing her to stumble backwards on her chair, emitting an involuntary moan.

I can’t hold back the giggle any more and I let it out in the form of a snort. When her eyes meet mine I realise I might have made a mistake, but it was worth it for the entertainment.

She strides out to the kitchen but as she passes behind me she makes the time to stop and whisper in my ear. My hair moves with her breath, tickling me slightly as she whispers, “I kissed Cameron from your class at the party last week. French kissed.”

I realised what she was doing and tried to not think about not only how awful he is, but also how she got herself into such a condition that she’d think he was a suitable mate. My breasts decided that the effort of not thinking it still constituted as thinking it and rewarded me with the familiar fondling sensation. Mia had ruined my plans for a moderately conservative outfit.

I can’t help but gasp as my nipples are unexpectedly tweaked and toyed with, drawing the entire family’s attention toward me.

The sucking and brushing and squeezing was a pleasurable sensation but when you are sitting two places away from your grandparents the sensation takes on a different meaning. I close my eyes and squeeze the table, trying to persuade my body to obey me and stay calm but the pleasure won’t stop until I enact my backup plan.

I try to delay leaving as much as possible, but at my breathing quickens I realise I’m just digging a deeper hole of heat to have to cool my way out of

“Excuse me!” I can’t look at my family members in the eye while my chest hosts an orgy of pleasure, so with my head down, I place my crumpled napkin onto the table and walk as smoothly as I can to the bathroom.

Once inside, I take my white T-shirt off, leaving the black dress as my sole layer of modesty. Its high neckline should satisfy the elder members of the family but it’s time to test my hunch that the lace fabric will be enough to satisfy my curse.

I check the app and it says I’m at 23%, so I should be okay.

I look down at my oversized breasts in the dress as I pull it back up and wait for the invisible hands and lips to start their work but thankfully nothing so far.

I look at myself in the mirror and contemplate how I wouldn’t have wanted to be seen dead in this dress just a short week ago. Now I’m about to parade my cleavage in a sheer dress in front of the very people who taught me to take pride in covering up my curves.

I walk, ashamed, back to the table, still avoiding eye contact until I’ve sat again. Out the corner of my eye, I see my parents looking over at me, visibly confused by my outfit change.

Mia returns too.

“Oh Lina you changed your outfit?”

More eyes on me.

I wince and stare down into my plate. “Yes, I was getting a bit hot with the layers.”

“I’ll say,” she smirks. “I think it’s pretty. What does everyone else think?” She looks around as if to stir conversation about my outfit but an idea pops into my head.

“Hey dad, don’t you think Mia’s been a bit noisy tonight. Shouldn’t she let someone else talk?”

“You’re right. Mia can you give everyone else a chance to talk while we eat?”

You watch her eyes roll backward and her back straighten as the instruction hits her, apparently unable to make any sound, just as you intended. Check mate, I think to myself as she mouths 'fuck you' to me across the table.

"Girls, can you take the plates away?"

"I'll do it!" I watch Mia pick up as many plates as she could as if she was in a race and rush off to the kitchen.

"I'll help," I add, starting to clear away from my end of the table. I'm starting to be concerned that there's more to her newfound obedience than she told me before, and this was an opportunity to investigate.

I nearly drop the plates I'm carrying when I enter the kitchen. The first thing I see is Mia's face contorting as she crouches over, with her dress lifted and one arm between her legs, as if she's in pain.

"Are you okay?"

"Ah!" She drops her hem and stands upright, with her knees rammed together. "Yeah I'm", she clears her throat, "fine."

"Are you okay? There's more to the obedience than you mentioned isn't there?"

"Well, there's ... a feeling I get when I follow the instruction. It's not painful."

"Is it--?"

"Yeah." She looks almost as uncomfortable as me.

"So when I came in you were--?"

"Mm." Now she can't even hold eye contact.

"Oh my word, no no no." I can't believe I just. "That's wrong. And in the kitchen! With the family right there!"

Mia stands there wincing. "I know. I know. You have no idea what it's like though to get that ... feeling over and over and there's been nothing I can do about it all day! I'm going insane."

"Disgusti--" Oh no. My voice weakens as I recognise the return of a feeling I don't need right now.

She catches onto my new weakness. "Are you judging me by any chance?" In mere seconds, her shame and embarrassment are replaced with a particularly unbecoming arrogance. She walks over to me and whispers, "is me touching myself in the kitchen bothering you?"

It feels like two huge pair of lips are making out with my nipples. "Don't do this.." I say through gritted teeth, trying to steel my breath. "We need a truce. I need to go upstairs and find an outfit to rescue myself; let's not mess with each other while the family is here, and let's not talk about," I wave my hands at her lower body, "this ever again, okay?"

She smiles, evidently seeing this as a victory. "Okay. I need a break upstairs too."

Time to find a bearable outfit.