Feature Writer: RoseofIvoryWhite
Feature Title: HER OWN PERSONAL MARY 3 from Religious Fetish
Published: 25.04.2020
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Religious Fetish
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Her Own Personal Mary 3
Devoutly Worshiped
The expected package arrived at my door on Wednesday morning. I had just woken up and I showered before I tried the costume on. It had three parts, but it was easy to wear. There was a long white dress with an attached blue cape, a blue cloth to tie around my waist as a cincture or belt, and a white veil to wear on my head.
I tried the costume on and it fit me perfectly. I also realized I did look quite beautiful in it: My resemblance to the Virgin Mary was also such that I could have easily fooled a bunch of shepherds someplace in the countryside if I had stood before them wearing this costume.
Then I noticed it was late; Monica would be coming by in six hours, and I still had things to take care of before she came by. I took off the costume, put on a light summer skirt and a tee and went to run my errands for the day. The heat outside was almost unbearable, and I was barely able to finish my errands without feeling faint.
When I returned it was still bright outside, so I closed all the blinds to create twilight inside. I put my costume on again and lit at least two dozen candles all around my room to make it look like the inside of a church. At nine Monica rang the bell and I buzzed her up. I began to sweat with nervousness as I heard her steps going up the stairs and I stood there motionless, facing the doorway. I waited until she entered, smiling kindly and looking as saintly as I could.
She opened the door and her facial expression immediately changed when she entered and saw me standing there, dressed up as the Virgin Mary, surrounded by candles. For better effect, I had turned the electric lights off and I stood there, my hands separated from my body in a welcoming gesture. I also pushed my left knee out a bit, so as to resemble most depictions of Our Lady.
Monica also looked stunning and beautiful; she had been waitressing all day and she was still wearing her white blouse and her crimson skirt from work. I then realized how much I loved the way she wore those clothes.
She then approached me slowly and reverently, and none of us said a word as she came closer. She smiled with arousal and looked at me from head to toes and up again, her mouth open in amazement, almost drooling, and her expression filled with an indescribable admiration.
As she approached me, I thought she was going to kiss me, but her devotion soon got the best of her and I watched with satisfaction as she fell to her knees right in front of me, as she would have done before Our Lady herself.
Her eyes half shut, Monica put her hands together as if in prayer, and then looked up at me from below, her eyes full of a sort of affected devotion. It felt as if she weren’t looking at me at all, but at Mary instead of me. Then she put her hands on the floor and brought her lips down to my naked feet.
“Oh blessed Mary!” I heard her say quietly, as she kissed my feet, “How I adore you, my Lady!”
This seemed to be more than just role-playing to her, it was reality. In her eyes, I wasn’t merely dressed as the Virgin Mary, I actually was her. I was a little freaked out because she did not seem herself; her personality seemed to have changed radically. She had often told me that she was an Atheist, and now I felt that somehow, in a twisted way, she wasn’t.
I then got a hold of my confusion and remembered that we were role-playing and that I had to go along, which meant I also had to converse with Monica according to my role as the Virgin Mary. I didn’t know what to say, so I waited for her to speak again, in the hopes of coming up with something good to say.
“Oh Gracious Lady!” she said quietly, after a while, still kissing my feet. Her voice was full of a strange, repentant passion, “I give myself entirely to you …” she continued.
“Prove your devotion to me, my child,” I said to her kindly, feeling proud of my inventive, in-character remark.
“Whatever you say, my Heavenly Queen,” replied Monica, and she began to kiss her way up my shins, slowly lifting my white robes as she advanced.
Her kisses were soft and electrifying, and there was nothing mechanical or monotonous about them. Behind each of her kisses I felt sincere devotion and love. Monica was not having sex with me, she was making love to me; nay, she was making love to the Virgin Mary, the object of her deepest former devotions, through me.
As she kissed her way up, Monica continued to lift the white dress of my costume and soon rolled it up to my waist, her face only a few inches from my underwear-clad crotch. It was then that I regretfully realized that I hadn’t taken my panties off like I had planned. I had rushed too much after coming back from running my errands and it had slipped my mind.
Monica didn’t seem to mind my knickers, though. I was wearing a pair of plain white, cotton panties and this seemed alright. It was also in accordance with the funny conversation we had had a few days before about the kind of knickers we thought the Virgin Mary should wear, so there was probably nothing to worry about.
With utmost devotion and delight in her beautiful Spanish face, Monica kissed my knickers softly.
“Oh Mary!” She exclaimed in a whispering, breathy voice, completely overtaken by her unwholesome desires for the Virgin.
I understood she wanted me to take my panties off, so I put both my thumbs behind the waistband of my panties as if I were about to pull them down. Monica stopped my hands and shook her head in disapproval. She wanted me to keep my panties on.
She looked up into my eyes supplicating with her look, as if begging me for something.
“I’m not worthy!” She said to me, “Please make me deserve it, Holy Mary, I beg of you …”
I nodded kindly and took my fingers off my knickers. Then I separated my hands from my body until I looked like a living statue of the Virgin Mary again.
Monica changed positions and knelt closer to me. I could tell she enjoyed kneeling on the floor like that, and I looked down at her as she kept my dress rolled up over my belly-button and up to my blue cincture, and continued to stare at my innocent, white knickers.
She was a completely different person suddenly, but this had stopped confusing me and it had made the role-play exciting. Through our little game I was getting to know a side of her which I never would have known actually existed, and I loved it more and more.
I saw my reflection on the small mirror on the wall opposite to me and realized that I really looked beautiful and heavenly with the veil on my head. I’m sure this was the reason why Monica looked up at me so often too; she wanted to see me as Mary. My resemblance to the Virgin Mary was in fact uncanny, and the candlelight made the mood all the more fit for an occasion such as this role-play, for my whole room actually looked like the inside of a candle-lit chapel.
“Hail Mary …” she then whispered with devotion, and she kissed my knickers, on the fabric right over my pussy lips. She kissed it several times, slowly and passionately.
The way she kissed my vulva through my panties sent shivers down my spine and I felt my legs become weak, but I managed to keep my balance even so. Had she not kissed my vagina through the cotton fabric, I would have certainly lost balance.
“—full of grace—” she continued, and she kissed my crotch again, several times more, her hands tight on my thighs, behind me …
“—blessed art thou among women—” she carried on, and she kissed my knickers once or twice, very slowly, but afterwards several times more and with growing passion, tickling and arousing me more with every kiss.
After every phrase her kisses became more and more intense, and by the time she was done reciting the Hail Mary she had moistened my crotch completely with her kisses and her saliva, not just on the area covering my vagina-lips and my clitoris, but also farther up, over my pubic hair. I was also so aroused that my pant-crotch was at least partially moist with my own fluids.
“Amen,” she finally said, and now she had begun to even suck through the fabric of my panties, and she wouldn’t stop. When kissing it in between licks and suctions, she did so now only with an open mouth. Things were getting more and more intense.
She licked and sucked a few times more and then stopped just in time to keep me from collapsing from the pleasure. We were both breathing fast, and I could feel my heart pumping violently in my chest.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE