Get dressed in something 'sexy but legal' as David commanded and go out for lunch with him

12:20 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Flat, Putney

You nod eagerly at David's command, rising from the bed with purpose. The Super Sub kink makes his words feel like delicious electricity running through your veins—the very idea of disobeying doesn't even register as a possibility.

"I'll find something sexy for you right away," you try to say, but what comes out is: "I'm going to dress like the perfect fucktoy for you to parade around town."

David chuckles, sipping his beer while watching you sashay to Matt's bedroom—your old bedroom—where your new wardrobe awaits. The jeweled butt plug shifts deliciously with each step, reminding you of its presence and keeping your thoughts from slipping into

[fog.

In

](http://fog.In) the closet, you find the bags from yesterday's shopping spree at Slink Boutique. Everything Natalie helped select emphasizes your curves and shows skin—exactly what the app programmed you to prefer. You pull out a baby pink bodycon dress with strategic cutouts at the waist. Short enough to be tantalizing but just long enough to cover your ass, it's the perfect balance between sexy and street-legal.

"Let me help you with that," David says from the doorway, having followed you. He sets down his beer and takes the dress from your hands, his eyes drinking in your lingerie-clad body. "Arms up."

Without hesitation, you raise your arms as commanded. He slides the tight dress down over your curves, his hands lingering on your waist, smoothing the fabric over your D-cup breasts. The dress hugs every enhanced curve, the cutouts revealing tantalizing glimpses of your skin. Your nipple piercings are visible through the thin fabric, the heart charms creating subtle protrusions.

"Turn around," he orders, and you immediately spin, presenting your back to him. The dress dips low, exposing your butterfly tattoo. He zips you up slowly, his breath warm on your neck. "Beautiful. Now shoes."

You select strappy pink heels that match the dress, slipping them on. The six-inch height forces your back to arch, pushing your breasts forward and your ass out—exactly as designed.

"What do you think?" you ask, wanting his approval, but instead saying: "Do I look fuckable enough to make other men jealous?"

"Christ, Mia," David laughs, shaking his head in wonder. "Matt must have had his hands full with you. Come on, let's get lunch before I change my mind about leaving the flat."

He leads you outside into the bright Sunday afternoon. You're hyper-aware of every glance thrown your way as you walk the short distance to The Boathouse, a riverside gastro-pub. Your plug shifts with each step, keeping your thoughts clear despite your permanent IQ reduction.

"Table for two," David tells the hostess, a pretty redhead whose nametag reads 'Emma.'

"Of course," Emma smiles professionally, though her eyes widen slightly at your appearance. "Right this way."

She leads you to a table with a view of the Thames. Several men turn to stare as you pass, your platinum blonde hair catching the sunlight, your dress leaving little to the imagination.

"Would you like to see our specials?" Emma asks once you're seated.

"Yes, please," you intend to say, but what emerges is: "I'd love to swallow whatever hot dish you're serving."

Emma's professional smile freezes. David intervenes smoothly: "We'd love to hear the specials, thank you."

You blush furiously, the Zero Filter Slut-Speak kink transforming your innocent words into explicit come-ons. As Emma rattles off the day's specials, you notice her occasionally glancing at you with a mixture of curiosity and discomfort.

"I'll have the steak sandwich," David decides. "Medium rare. And she'll have..."

He looks at you expectantly.

"The Caesar salad, please," you try to say, pointing at the menu item, but what comes out is: "I want something long and thick I can wrap my lips around."

David bursts out laughing while Emma's eyebrows shoot up. "She'll have the prawn linguine," he translates smoothly, handing Emma the menus.

"Certainly," she says, hurrying away from your table.

"This is fascinating," David says, leaning forward. "It's like you physically can't stop talking like a porn star. What happened to you?"

13:00 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | The Boathouse, Putney

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