Do they need reminding of the rules again?

The family watch from the table as Mia and I rush across the hallway and up the stairs.

I'd made it half way up before my dress skirt had tightened enough to make climbing the stairs more challenging. My hemline was also now up to my knees. It certainly wasn't that way when I put it on.

I tentatively climb another step and watch as my dress retreats another inch.

"Hurry up Lina!" I heard Mia complain behind me, confused as to why I'd stopped on the stairs.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You should go first." I walk back down the stairs and let her pass, hoping that she doesn't see my smirk.

She got as far as I had before she yelped and cupped her chest. At least she had to suffer too.

Our phones buzzed in unison.

I told you not to abandon your obligations. This was a warning punishment. If you try to leave the party again I have plenty more where that came from.

I look at Mia, still clutching her chest.

"They're pierced!" She yelled! She realised how loud her voice was, so she continued in a quieter tone. "And ... there's a chain between them."

My punishment doesn't seem so bad now. "Try another step."

"OW! It's tighter!"

I laugh at her but I'm aware that my predicament is a much slower burn. If I can't get away from the party, then I can't change my clothes, which means I can't stop the evil tongues and hands and ---. The more I think about it, the easier it is to lose myself in it. I calculate that by the top of the stairs I'd have no skirt left and there's no way I'd be able to rejoin the party, and that's just the 'warning' from the app.

"We have to go back.." I sound as resigned as she looks.

I've been through a lot in my life but nothing could prepare me for sitting between my parents and grandparents with the attention of 10 invisible hands devoted to foreplay on my upper half. It's the first time I've had to confront the possibility that this damn app, and whoever its creator is, might actually ruin my purity. It would be one thing to give in and enjoy the sensation, but a completely different thing to do that while in the presence of my family.

I'm running out of ways to disguise my fast breath and occasional involuntary moans.

Not to mention trying to maintain a posture modest enough to make the dress acceptable in this company, and trying to maintain an attentive enough face to persuade my family that I'm listening.

As much as I don't want to admit it, I can feel arousal building between my legs. Am I wet? I've never let myself get this far before. My subconscious can drift from time to time but my sense of shame kicks in and clears my mind before I get truly turned on.

This, though, is a nightmare. I can't leave, and the onslaught of pleasure on my top half is taking control of my body away from me.

I start to squirm in my place as my hips move by themselves, and feel my abs clench by themselves.

I've never felt one before, but I can hear my body talking to me. I think I am going to orgasm if I don't do something. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I don't want to orgasm until I'm married, let alone at a family dinner!

I open my top slightly and feel the onslaught weaken slightly, but not much. The sensation between my legs is still building. I'm going to have to do something drastic. I head to the bathroom on weak knees.

In a way I can sympathise with Mia's predicament earlier. It's best if I don't think about that right now.

I close the washroom door behind me and look at myself in the mirror - a mess.

I unzip my dress to my navel. I splash water on my face and turn back to the mirror and watch myself calm down. I breath slowly.

The journey from aroused to near orgasm back to sanity was excruciating but my body complied after a few minutes. That's all I had before my dress hem started to move slowly up my legs again. I guess I didn't have long in here.

I start to zip my dress up slowly to try to find the point that I can wear it without being unable to think.

I managed to get the zipper barely two inches up before my capacity to concentrate started to reduce.

This was not a good look for any family dinner, especially not my family.

As I enter the room in my newly tight and immensely revealing dress, I survey their faces. My cousins looked visibly impressed; Mia looked embarrassed for my and my aunts looked disgusted.

I tried to return to the conversation and try to make sure they'd remember me on the merit of my academic and conversational skills but it wasn't long until mom stood up and asked me to help her as she walked to the kitchen. I follow.

"What in God's name are you wearing Lina?! This is something I'd expect from Mia but not you."

"I'm sorry, I can't --"

"We'll talk about it later. For now, I want you to sort out the dishes," she snaps. I figure she wants me to stay out of sight and I'm relieved for the instruction.

"Don't help her, Mia." I can hear mom through the landing.

"Hnnhkay." I guess that counts as an instruction for her, so she stays sitting where she was.

Later that evening, Mom asks us to join her. Hannah jingles a bit as she sits down, which causes a confused pause as Mom tries to ascertain where it came from. I’d had time to change but thanks to the events of earlier, wasn’t in a particularly conservative top.

“Lina, I don’t know what happened today but I can’t handle the embarrassment again. What were, no, are, you wearing?!”

“I’m sorr—“

“Mia look at your sister - this is precisely not what I’m trying to raise the two of you to become.”

The shame on my face burns red as she, for the first time, uses me as the example of what not to become.

“I never thought I would have to say this, but as long as you’re in my house, I want you two to dress well, behave properly and do nothing I’d consider dirty.”

“Hng.” We both get distracted by Mia’s noise and turn to face her. She’s biting her hand with a concerned look on her face. That was a hell of a set of instructions, and I’m intrigued to see how Mia’s app will interpret them.

“Lina I’m really disappointed in you.” She gets up to leave. My stomach is in a knot. I wanted to tell her everything but I don’t know what the app might do if I try.