A good Mormon Girl breaks the Law of Chastity. [MDom] [Fsub] [DubCon] [Religion] [Mormonism]

*Trigger warning for anyone who grew up in Mormonism or any other religion where such power dynamics were abused. Power imbalance in this story. The event described and all characters are fictional and over the age of consent*

Kenzie was the quintessential Mormon girl in her Senior year of high school. Her four younger siblings looked up to her, she read all of her scriptures, was top of the class in Seminary (that’s essentially “Mormon class” that just off the property of a typical Utah high school campus), and she was successful in school. Varsity volleyball and track, beloved by her AP teachers. Amicable. Attractive but not necessarily Prom Queen Bee. She was a quiet, introverted sort, but she had many good friends and acquaintances. Despite all her accomplishments, she really liked to read in her room to unwind whenever her busy schedule allowed.

And use her secret, not-for-brushing-teeth vibrating Sonicare toothbrush in her bedside drawer.

The truth was that Kenzie loved to read her smutty anime and Victorian-inspired fanfiction online. She had her own laptop and knew how to bypass the parental controls. Mormons are forbidden from masturbating. The boys have it hard enough – they usually get caught watching porn on their family computer. Not quite so conscientious. Kenzie had never intentionally watched porn. She found it was better to let her mind… be its own casting, set designer, choreographer and such.

Last year her mother had taken her on a mother-daughter outing – just the two of them! – to see *Phantom of the Opera* on Broadway. And, well…. There were writers on the internet braver and likely more sinful than her that were more than happy to write and expand upon the dark themes of that musical. They wrote very provocative and hot stories. And reading those stories marked the first time Kenzie would feel a heavy ache deep in the base of her pelvis. She wondered if that was what being *turned* on was.

She justified reading the erotica. It’s not *actual* pornography. It was okay. Plus! Plus thrusting the secret vibrating toothbrush deep inside her vagina and over her clit helped her know her own anatomy. Knowing your anatomy wasn’t sinful. Right? God wants us to know our bodies. It’s… science. Yeah? Yeah.

And, like she had been told her whole life, she was a special Child of God. We were supposed to claim ownership over our bodies. A Gift from God.

She could rationalize this.

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In the Mormon church structure, all Youth from the ages of 12-18 are required to meet with their Bishop. This man was the head of a “Ward” or group meeting assignment of about 200-300 people based on geography and neighborhood. Bishops lead “Worthiness Interviews” annually to evaluate whether adolescent human beans conduct themselves at a high enough standard to go to the Temple and perform the Holy Rites of Mormonism. These questions range from “Do you abstain from alcohol?” to “Do you believe in God, and in his son Jesus Christ and in the Holy Ghost”?”

Sexual purity is also a matter discussed, of course. Masturbation and impure thoughts are things to be discussed with your Bishop. One on One. An adult man in a private room with a young man or young woman. The content of the questions is left up to the discretion on the Bishop or other presiding authority in the room.

Whenever it was time for Kenzie’s Worthiness Interview, she wasn’t concerned or nervous. Her Bishop, “Brother J”, was an amicable, respectable person. She had all her Worthiness Interviews with him, and he was always encouraging of her scholarly success and community involvement. He didn’t pry. He trusted Kenzie, and she respected his judgment and the way he conducted these interviews. When matter of sexual impurity were brought up, he asked –

“Do keep the Law of Chastity?”

She said yes.

And that was always the end of it. Next question about drinking tea or coffee.

—

It was the day of her Worthiness Interview. Sunday. 3:02 PM. Kenzie knocks on the Bishop’s office door.

“Kenzie. Come in.”

It was a voice vaguely familiar, but not Brother J.

“Brother W?” Kenzie narrowed her eyes slightly in confusion. She was caught off guard. Brother W was the 1st Counselor of the leadership in the ward. Basically, the VP. Second in command.

“Yes. I will be conducting interviews today since Brother J is sick.”

“Oh. Um… okay.” She has never really interacted with Brother W much before. Sometimes she saw him in the hallways. He seemed social. Confident. But she was drawing a blank on a memory of any substantive interaction or conversation.

Brother W gestured toward the seat and Kenzie went and sat down in the leather chair in front of his desk. He took the corresponding seat in front of her. He sat down with a nonchalance and comfort that was perhaps… inappropriate? Brother J seemed to treat the space as “just another day in the office.” Brother W sat down and was almost… Domineering? Smirking? Too comfortable. But why?

Kenzie became very aware of the dress she was wearing. She was wearing a jade midi-dress. Bold colors were fun. They complimented her golden hair and ivory skin. The bodice was silk and gave way to 3/4 lace sleeves, and her waist was accentuated. From the waist down, the dress was shape-concealing tulle down to below her knees. Mormon approved modesty with a big green checkmark. Nothing wrong… but why was she so self-conscious all of a sudden?

“Kenzie. You’re doing well? Your youth group leaders speak well of you and say you’re applying to BYU. How’s Senior Year going?”

“Good. Just a lot of essays. Studying a lot. I’m pretty busy.” *Why is my voice so thready and pathetic?*

“Excellent. What are you going to major in?”

“Biotech. Maybe computer programming. I’m not sure yet.” *You know you’re set on genetic engineering. Why are you being so sheepish?*

“Ah. Yes, intelligent girl. Going to conquer the world, find a bright returned missionary. Raise a family in a home filled with the love of Christ. You’ve always been such a good girl.”

Kenzie shuddered. That hot, blue-fire achy pelvic floor ache. Like she feels when reading her dirty fanfiction. Her cheeks were bleeding rosewater too, now. She thanked Brother W quietly.

“Now. I know you’re familiar with this process, Kenzie. Looking at the records, you have always successfully received your Temple Recommend. You perform your temple rites dutifully. I am sure this won’t take too long, and you can go enjoy the rest of your Sunday. Let’s begin. Do you believe God the Eternal Father, and in his son Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost?”

She nodded. A bit too mechanically.

“Do you have a testimony of the Atonement of Christ and of His role as Savior and Redeemer?”

Another nod, her focus suddenly very invested in one of the pens on the desk.

“Do you have a testimony of the Restoration of the gospel in these, the latter days?”

“Yes, of course.” Kenzie’s bodice was… confining.

“Do you keep the Law of Chastity?”

She looked up at him with what felt like the first time she had actually *gazed* at him and locked eyes. Forest green eyes. Raven hair. He was peering into her with a razor-knife precision.

“Yes…”

“Yes?” He tilted his head ever so slightly.

She nodded, and knew she was blinking too much. She was lying.

“Kenzie, have you ever touched yourself?”

*Wha- what?!? How*

“I… no. What? What do you mean?”

“Have you ever… partaken in pornography? Felt sinful urges? Touched yourself inappropriately? I don’t mean just washing yourself in the shower for the sake of hygiene. Smart phones, social media, the internet… it’s easy to get distracted by the Adversary. The Devil. He is more clever than God’s children. I know that many efforts are taken on behalf of the Young Men against the scourge of pornography. But, you know Kenzie… you’re 18. About to go to college. Women are also susceptible to temptation. In fact… women can perhaps fall prey to more insidious temptations. A woman’s temptation manifests in a variety of forms that are perplexing to *most* men.”

Kenzie was breathing too quickly. His smirk was deepening, and she felt her hands get sweaty and her clitoris throb.

“Kenzie, I think you should be honest with me. I want to make sure you remain… chaste. Help rid you of any impure thoughts before you go to BYU. You can trust me.” He smiled. A knowing smile. This wasn’t the smile of an innocuous man. This was a smile of someone who saw through down to her very core. His back straightened, and he leaned back into his share, hands crossed. His smile become positively taunting.

“So, again, I ask Kenzie… do you keep the Law of Chastity?”

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Part 2 later on.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jqpyqz/a_good_mormon_girl_breaks_the_law_of_chastity