The boutique

Polly’s car cut through the city streets, in silence, the hum of the engine the only sound between them. Dawn sat stiffly in the passenger seat, the weight of her nudity beneath the coat both thrilling and unnerving. The cool leather of the seat kissed her bare thighs, and her naked feet brushing against the carpet. She wondered, briefly, if she would have ever agreed to this without the insidious influence of the device deep in her pussy. But then Polly’s voice sliced through her thoughts, sharp and commanding.

“Open your coat, slut.”

Dawn obeyed without hesitation, the fabric parting to reveal her pale, trembling body. Her small breasts were peaked with tight, flushed nipples, her stomach quivering under the intensity of Polly’s gaze. The command sent a jolt of warmth straight to her core, and her thighs fell open almost instinctively.

“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, the title sending another ripple of pleasure through her.

Polly’s lips curled in approval before she returned her attention to the road. Dawn’s breath hitched as the car slowed, pulling up in front of an upscale boutique with a discreet, black framed window. Mannequins posed behind the glass, draped in lace and silk, their vacant stares somehow judging.

Dawn’s stomach twisted. She knew exactly why they were here.

The moment they stepped inside, the air thickened with the scent of expensive leather and delicate perfume. Dawn kept her eyes down, hyper aware of the way the coat barely concealed her, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs. Every shift of fabric sent a thrill of vulnerability through her.

Why haven’t I closed it yet?

A woman emerged from behind a velvet curtain tall, severe, with a razor-sharp bob and a gaze that could flay skin. Her eyes flicked over Dawn with clinical detachment.

“How can I help you today?” Her voice was crisp, devoid of warmth.

Polly smiled, effortless and cool. “My little friend has a big night ahead of her. We’re looking for something… revealing to wear beneath her clothes.”

Dawn’s cheeks burned. The woman’s assessing stare lingered on her before she gestured impatiently. “Let me see what I’m working with.”

Polly turned to Dawn, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Drop the coat, slut.”

For a heartbeat, Dawn hesitated. Then, with a slow exhale, she let the coat slide from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. The boutique’s air prickled against her bare skin, her nipples hardening under the woman’s scrutiny.

The assistant didn’t react, as if naked clients were an everyday occurrence. She produced a measuring tape, yanking Dawn’s arms out, turning her like a mannequin. When the tape circled her breasts, Polly interrupted.

“Leave them. I’m not sure she’ll be covering them tonight.”

Dawn’s breath caught. The woman merely nodded. “Very well.”

Humiliation and arousal warred inside her as she stood there, exposed, while Polly browsed the displays. The assistant’s hands were impersonal, efficient measuring her waist, her hips, the length of her legs. Dawn shivered, her skin pebbling under the attention.

When Polly returned, she pointed to something behind Dawn. “That one. In her size. And a pair of hold-up stockings.”

The woman retrieved the items, then paused, her thin lips quirking. “Might I also suggest this?”

She held up a slender black leather collar, a silver ring glinting at the front.

Dawn’s pulse spiked. No. No, that’s too much—

Polly’s eyes darkened with approval. “Perfect. Put it on her.”

The collar was cool against Dawn’s throat, the leather supple but unyielding. The assistant fastened it with a quiet click, then leaned in. “It’s combination-locked. Don’t worry your Mistress knows the code.”

Dawn’s fingers fluttered to the band, testing it. It didn’t budge.

Back in the car, Dawn sat stiffly, the collar a constant pressure against her skin. Polly finally broke the silence.

“I won’t lie,” she mused, “this last week has been… exhilarating. I never saw you as a sexual creature before. You were always so quiet, so mousy.” Her fingers drummed the steering wheel. “But now? Look at you. Naked in public. Wearing my collar. Begging for it.”

Dawn swallowed hard, her fingers tracing the edge of the leather. “Do I… need this?”

Polly laughed, low and knowing. “This stops whenever you want. But once it’s over, it’s over. No second chances. You’re mine completely or not at all.” She glanced over, her gaze piercing. “Do you trust me?”

Dawn hesitated. The device hummed between her legs, amplifying every pulse of desire. But deeper than that, beneath the artificial heat, was something terrifyingly real a hunger to surrender, to be owned.

“Yes, Mistress,” she breathed. pleasure from the words and the knowledge that she was owned.

Polly’s smile was victorious.

When they pulled up to the flat, Tony was waiting at the door, his was from ear to ear.

Polly turned to Dawn, casual as ever. “Oh, by the way I showed Tony the video of you with the vibrator.”

Dawn’s blood turned to ice. “What?!”

“And,” Polly continued, “I promised him you’d give him a blowjob.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Dawn’s ear. “Time to prove your devotion, slut.”

Dawn’s heart hammered.

There was no going back now.