Shay was a good Christian girl, and she had every intention of wearing something nice to her friend Corey’s birthday.
“No, you won’t,” said Corey. “You’ll wear some dumb hoody. I know you. It’s supposed to be a fancy party, Shay. You need to get it right.”
“I’ll wear a dress!” she protested. “I’ll wear something pretty!”
“Swear on the Bible,” he told her. “God’s important to you. Swear that you’ll wear an outfit I approve of to my party.”
She took the Bible from him and said, “I swear by Almighty God to come to your party in an outfit you approve of.”
“Good girl,” he told her. “Why don’t you turn up an hour early so that I can be sure?”
On the day, she did indeed turn up an hour early, and Corey saw that she had not really understood the dress code. She was in a sports shirt and a short tartan skirt.
“No,” he told her. “I don’t approve of this.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll go home and change.”
“No, I think we can make it work,” he told her. “Take off your bra.”
“What?” she said, shocked.
“I don’t approve of you in any outfit that includes a bra today. Take it off.”
She hesitated. “Corey…”
“You swore to God, Shay,” he reminded her.
“I don’t think God would want me to take off my bra…” she said.
“I don’t think he’d want you taking his name in vain either,” said Corey. “Take off your bra.”
Blushing, she wiggled the bra out from under her shirt without taking off the shirt, and passed it to Corey. It was black and lacy.
“Now the skirt,” he told her.
She balked. “Corey, I’m embarrassed…”
“Do you want to go to hell, Shay? You swore. Take off your skirt.”
Almost crying now, she uncinched the skirt and let it drop, revealing her lacy black panties.
“Now lift your shirt until I can see your tits,” he said, smiling.
She stood there, pouting, for long moments. This was slutty. God wouldn’t want her being a slut… but she had also sworn in God’s name. Wouldn’t God stop this if he didn’t want her to do it? After a minute, when no voice had spoken from the heavens releasing her from her oath, she blushingly lifted her shirt to reveal her perfect, naked tits.
She was going to lift it higher, and remove it, but Corey said, “No, that’s fine. It makes them look even more naked with the shirt still on.” She blushed and obeyed.
“Now, you’re going to come to the party like this,” he told her. “I think everyone will enjoy this look. But first you have one more choice to make. I’d like you to swear on the Bible that you’ll let me make *all* your clothing decisions from now on, for the rest of your life. You don’t have to… but if you don’t, I’m going to tell you to take off your panties, and then that the only outfit I’ll approve of is one that includes a metal plug in your ass and a vibrator in your pussy. Your call.”
In the end, she couldn’t bear the thought of going to his party with a vibrator in her pussy, and she swore that he could make all her clothing choices forever. Shortly thereafter, in return for being allowed to wear clothes tomorrow, she gave him her first blowjob ever, and swallowed her first mouthful of cum, as he made plans to take her to a red-light district to get her fitted for a dog collar, butt plug, and a clit ring…
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It would be nice for you to continue with this story, I think is promising to
Thank you! But honestly my stuff that has religious-guilt or blasphemy themes doesn’t sell very well – “Jessa Stories” still languishes in the store despite updates and new covers, and “Harlot’s Hymn” has never set the world on fire – so I’m trying to restrain myself from too many more stories in that space, despite it being a personal kink.