A new life

Dawn stirred, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains as consciousness crept back. She was sprawled across her bed, still dressed in the thin nylon t-shirt and short skirt from the night before. The sheets beneath her were cool, but her skin tingled.

Her fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping between her thighs. The moment she brushed against her bare skin, flashes of the previous night surged through her, strong hands gripping her hips, the heat of a stranger’s body pressing into hers, the dizzying rush of being watched, touched, used. She probed gently, finding no soreness, only the faint, dried evidence of his release clinging to her.

A shudder ran through her as she recalled the stage, the crowd, the way their hungry eyes had devoured her. Her fingers moved in slow circles, teasing herself, chasing that phantom pleasure. A soft moan escaped her lips

A rich, bitter scent cut through her haze. Dawn’s eyes fluttered open to see Polly leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in a white robe that barely clung to her curves. The fabric gaped at the top, revealing the swell of one breast, the tantalizing hint of a nipple.

“You were magnificent last night,” Polly murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “Quite the little exhibitionist.”

Dawn’s fingers were slick with her own arousal as she whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

Polly stepped forward, perching on the edge of the bed. For a moment, she just watched, her gaze dark with amusement as Dawn squirmed beneath her own touch. Then, with a sigh, she turned her face away.

“You really are a **** slut, aren’t you?”

Dawn’s breath hitched. “Yes, Mistress.” Her hips twitched, her body coiling tighter, closer

Polly pulled out her phone. Tapped the screen.

And just like that... nothing.

Dawn’s fingers still moved, but the pleasure was gone. Vanished. It was like rubbing her elbow sensation without fire, touch without meaning. Confusion twisted her face as she sat up sharply.

“What—what happened?”

Polly smirked, sliding a hand along Dawn’s inner thigh. The touch was intimate, teasing, but Dawn felt nothing. No spark, no heat. Just empty sensation.

“I turned it off,” Polly said simply, pocketing the phone again. “One of the side effects? Without the device, your body doesn’t process pleasure the same way. I could have Tony lick you for hours, and you’d feel nothing.”

Dawn’s stomach dropped. She scrambled off the bed, dropping to her knees before Polly, her voice trembling. “Please turn it back on. I need it.”

Polly cupped her chin, tilting her face up. “Too much of a good thing ruins you, pet. You have to return the device on Friday. Better to quit cold turkey than have it ripped away.”

Tears welled in Dawn’s eyes. She knew Polly was right. But the past week had been the most alive she’d ever felt.

The days dragged. Dawn went through the motions but her body was numb, her mind restless. She dressed differently now bolder, brasher. At home, she wore nothing at all, relishing the way Polly’s visitors stared. In public, her skirts were shorter, her tops sheerer and no underwear. She couldn’t feel pleasure, but she craved the power of being seen, the rush of knowing strangers wanted her and seeing their excitement and lust.

Thursday night, she finished her review, attaching the photos Polly had taken. The woman in those images wild, wanton, free was a stranger compared to the hollow eyed girl in the mirror.

Friday arrived. Dawn dressed mechanically, her mind still fogged with dreams of the handsome stranger, of hands and heat and need.

Polly was already waiting, dressed and alert. “I’m coming with you,” she said. “You look like you might collapse without me.”

Dawn hesitated. “Mistress… could you—just once more—”

Polly’s smile was pitying. “No, slut. It’s for your own good.”

Dawn nodded, she was grateful of everything her mistress had done for her and knew that she was right, she was in charge and Dawn couldn't imagine calling her anything other than mistress.

The drive was silent. Wendy and Tim were waiting in the lobby, both sweating, both nervous. Polly lingered behind in the reception as Dawn followed them into a sterile conference room.

Tim cleared his throat. “Your review was exceptional. No side effects?”

Dawn shook her head, “Time to give it back.”

Wendy activated a control panel. Dawn felt a faint shiver inside her then nothing.

Wendy tried again. Nothing.

Panic flickered in Tim’s eyes. Wendy rushed out, returning with men in lab coats.

“On the table, lie down. Legs open. Now.”

Dawn obeyed, her heart hammering as gloved hands examined her. Then a spark. A flicker of pleasure.

“What the hell is happening?” she demanded.

Wendy’s face was grim. “The device… it’s integrated into your nervous system. We can’t remove it without severe damage.”

Dawn’s breath stopped. “So I’m—what? Broken?”

“No,” Wendy said quickly. “It can still be activated remotely. The contraceptive function can be disabled if you want children. But… the device is part of you now.”

Tim offered Dawn a glass of water and Wendy left the room saying "I'll just get your friend"

Wendy walked through to reception and approached Polly "Well, you better not have fucked this up" the tall blonde said, impatience clearly visible.

Wendy replied "Its worked, the device is fully integrated and is working within all parameters, I have just one question"

Polly signed "My father doesn't pay you to ask questions, but fuck it what is it"

Wendy kept her eyes down "the question is why, she is clearly your friend, why make her your sex ****, with this device, I mean I can under stand your brother Jackie uses them to prostitute women but why would you do it"

(ED Note, for more on Jackie see https://chyoa.com/chapter/The-crate.1702840) )

The slap came from no-where and Wendy recoiled back holding her cheek, no-one in the lobby reacted and Polly looked down at the fat woman "Listen you fat fuck, you work for my father which means you work for me, you will never say my cunt brothers name to me again, do you understand"

Wendy nodded her eyes filling with tears

"You have no idea the lengths that I have went through to get Dawn into this position, From getting her father fired from here to making sure that no-one else would employ her. My brother traps women and makes them cheap whores, I make them high end escorts and they thank me for it"

Anger flashed in Wendy's eyes "Don't you have enough money why do this to her"

Polly thought for a second, taken aback by the question "That's a good point, it may have something to do with the fact that I was brought up by my crazy Aunt Polly that fucked me up but in truth its because I like it"

(ED note for more on Aunt Polly see https://chyoa.com/story/The-bitch-next-door.67564 )

"Any way think yourself grateful that your old, fat and worthless otherwise I would have one of the devices in your flabby cunt and sell you to some creep"

Both of the women walked into the meeting room and Dawn was grateful to see Polly "Wendy told me what happened" the tall blonde said in a caring voice Dawns voice was shaking "I don't know what to do" Polly smiled "Its ok slut I will be there for you"

“I’ll take her home,” Polly said smoothly, pulling out her phone.

A tap—and Dawn arched, gasping as pleasure flooded back.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she whimpered.

Polly’s smile was victorious as she glared at Wendy and Tim. “Compensate her. Ten grand. And any new prototypes? She tests them.”

They nodded mutely.

Back at the flat, Dawn curled against Polly, her body humming with artificial bliss.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Mistress,” she murmured.

Polly stroked her hair, her voice a velvet command.

"Just remember slut you belong to me"

Dawn smiled and said "Yes Mistress"

The end?