Pre-party drinks

Dawn’s head spun. The rush of adrenaline, the taste of Tony still lingering on her lips, the way her body hummed with an unfamiliar electricity it was overwhelming. She lay sprawled on the carpet, her limbs heavy, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The room swayed slightly, as if the world itself had tilted off its axis. A distant hum filled her ears, muffling Polly’s voice until it sharpened into clarity.

"Are you alright, hun? You’re starting to worry me."

Polly’s hand shook her shoulder, grounding her. Dawn blinked, reality seeping back in. She was sticky Tony’s release drying on her skin, a visceral reminder of what she’d just done. Her first time. Her first cock. And not just any cock Tony’s, thick and heavy, now hanging flaccid between his legs as he stood over her, his expression a mix of awe and submission.

Dawn licked her lips, her throat dry. Her voice came out hoarse, barely recognizable. "Can we do that again?"

Polly burst into laughter, the sound rich and delighted. Tony’s eyes widened, his cock twitching slightly at the suggestion. "Erm, I suppose we could," he stammered, "but I need a little time to… build up."

Polly tutted, already striding out of the room. She returned moments later with the small steel cage, its cold, unyielding shape glinting in the dim light. "No, sorry, Tony. That’s enough for one day." She turned to Dawn, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Dawn, would you be a doll and put him back in his home?"

Dawn took the cage, the metal heavy in her hands. She reached for Tony’s softening length, her fingers brushing against warm, sensitive flesh. He winced as she guided him inside, his breath hitching when the lock clicked shut. She couldn’t resist she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the bars, and felt him tremble beneath her touch.

"When can I get it off again?" Tony’s voice was small, subservient, a far cry from the man who had been in her mouth her moments ago.

Polly checked the lock, her tone teasing yet firm. "If you’re a good boy? Maybe in a week or two. But if you ask again…" She let the threat hang in the air. "Let’s just say you won’t see freedom for a couple of months."

Tony paled, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

Dawn stood, her skin still tacky with drying cum. She could still taste him salty, musky, addictive. "I’m going for a quick shower," she announced, skipping out of the room, the tiny key Polly had gifted her clutched tight in her fist.

The shower’s icy spray hit her like a slap, shocking her system. Dawn gasped, her nipples pebbling instantly as the cold water cascaded over her overheated skin. Reality crashed down on her.

She had just sucked a man’s cock.

Not just any man a caged submissive. And she had loved it. The way he had groaned, the way his body had surrendered to her mouth, the power she had felt holding him at her mercy…

Was this her? Or was it the device nestled deep inside her, humming with silent influence?

She dried off quickly, her fingers drifting between her legs almost instinctively. She expected sensitivity, maybe even soreness, but instead, she found only heat. Arousal pulsed through her, insistent and undeniable.

She stepped out of the bathroom, naked except for the silver ringed collar around her throat. Polly was waiting for her in the bedroom, the items from the boutique laid out on the bed like an offering.

"Did you enjoy that?" Polly’s eyebrow arched, her gaze knowing.

Dawn nodded, her cheeks flushing. "That was… amazing. Can I do it again soon?" She opened her palm, the key resting in its centre.

Polly plucked it from her, threading it onto a delicate silver chain. She fastened it around Dawn’s neck, the metal cool against her skin. "He’s yours to play with anytime," she murmured, her breath hot against Dawn’s ear. "But remember I own you, slut."

Dawn shivered, her body responding to the dominance in Polly’s voice. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to turn, to press her lips against Polly’s, to see where that hunger might lead. But she held back, Polly smiled and walked out of the room. Dawn's gaze fell to the clothes laid out on the bed.

A pair of black hold-up stockings. A scandalously short, frilled skirt. A sheer black nylon t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination. And pearls on a string?

Dawn lifted the strand, realization dawning. A pearl thong.

She stepped into it, the smooth beads nestling against her bare flesh. The skirt barely covered her, the t-shirt clinging to her small breasts, her nipples visibly peaked beneath the thin fabric.

She walked out of the bedroom and say Polly pouring two glasses of wine, she offered one to Dawn and smirked. "Perfect. Now, let’s go have some fun."

Dawn looked around "where's Tony" she asked

Polly shrugged "He has served his purpose, I told him to leave, now we are going out to have some fun" she walked into her own bedroom and Dawn followed, the pearls between her legs a constant, teasing pressure with every step.