Yes Mistress

Dawn moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, chopping vegetables and stirring a simmering pot of pasta, but her mind was far from the meal she was preparing. The device nestled inside her undetectable, yet undeniably present made every movement feel charged with tension. She glanced toward the hallway, where Polly was still in her bedroom, poring over the instructions for the mysterious new toy.

It wasn’t just the physical presence of the device that unsettled her. It was the knowledge that Polly her best friend, her roommate now held the power to control it. To control her.

The thought sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.

When the meal was ready, the two women sat across from each other at the small kitchen table Polly still read the instructions began to speak between bites "This thing is ingenious," she said, waving her fork for emphasis. "It perfectly mimics the natural contours of a vagina no one would ever know it’s there unless they were really looking. And the best part?" She grinned. "Whoever has the app can trigger an orgasm at any time."

Dawn’s grip tightened around her glass of water.

Polly continued, oblivious to her friend’s unease. "There’s even a function that sends electrical impulses to the brain making the wearer **** for sex without even realizing they’ve been manipulated."

Dawn swallowed hard. "So… if someone didn’t know they had this inside them, they’d be completely at the mercy of whoever controlled the app? And they wouldn’t even realize it?"

Polly nodded, her expression shifting from excitement to something more contemplative. "Yeah. It’s kind of terrifying when you think about it."

"Kind of?" Dawn let out a nervous laugh. "This could be dangerous, Polly."

"Or," Polly countered, a mischievous glint in her eye, "it could be the greatest thing to happen to sex since the invention of blowjobs."

Dawn rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the warmth creeping into her cheeks.

After dinner, Dawn stood at the sink, scrubbing plates. Behind her, Polly was still flipping through the device’s manual, occasionally murmuring to herself in fascination.

Dawn hesitated before voicing the question that had been nagging at her. "If it’s only supposed to respond to the app, then why did it… activate on the train earlier? Nothing was connected."

Polly smirked. "It’s a prototype still updating, still learning. Probably just a malfunction. It can pair with nearby Bluetooth devices, and my guess? It latched onto your music by accident."

Dawn exhaled, relieved. The idea of accidentally triggering herself in public was mortifying.

Polly pulled out her phone, tapping away. "Here, I’ll show you how it works. I’m adding a voice command ‘Yes, Mistress.’"

Dawn frowned. "What happens if someone says that?"

Before Polly could answer, a sudden jolt of pleasure surged through Dawn’s body, sharp and electric. A startled moan escaped her lips, her knees buckling slightly as she braced herself against the counter.

"Wow," she breathed, heart pounding.

Polly chuckled. "I also adjusted the sensitivity. The manufacturer didn’t account for the fact that you’re still a—"

"Don’t say it," Dawn groaned, flushing.

"—a virgin," Polly finished, grinning. "Come on, it’s sweet! I’m a little jealous, honestly. You’ve got so many firsts ahead of you."

Dawn rolled her eyes again, but her pulse hadn’t quite steadied.

Later, alone in her room, Dawn lay back on her bed, the events of the evening replaying in her mind. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she lifted the hem of her dress, fingers tracing the smooth skin between her thighs.

She still wasn’t used to the absence of hair, but what fascinated her more was how seamlessly the device had integrated with her body. The tiny rubber connector she’d felt earlier was gone, leaving only her soft skin

Her fingers dipped lower, brushing against her slick folds. She was soaked.

Biting her lip, she whispered, "Yes, Mistress."

Pleasure crackled through her instantly, her back arching off the bed as her fingers pressed deeper. The sensation was overwhelming like her own touch, but magnified, heightened.

A little louder this time: "Yes, Mistress."

Another wave crashed over her, and she gasped, hips lifting off the mattress.

From the other room, Polly’s voice rang out, amused and commanding:

"Oi! I heard that. No more playing with yourself until tomorrow. That’s an order, slut."

Dawn’s breath hitched.

Under her breath, barely audible, she obeyed.

"Yes, Mistress."

And then she bit down on her lip to stifle a moan.