Morning run

Dawn woke early the next morning, the faint light of the sun creeping through the curtains. The flat was silent except for the rhythmic snoring coming from Polly’s room. She stretched, her body humming with restless energy, and decided to go for a run before breakfast. Slipping into snug leggings and a breathable sports top, she limbered up quietly, careful not to wake her friend.

The morning air was crisp, sharp against her skin as she stepped outside. She popped in her earbuds, hesitating for only a second before switching on the music. Relief flickered through her no sudden jolt of pleasure, no unexpected command taking over. Just the steady beat syncing with her strides as she set off at a brisk pace, her breath forming small clouds in the cool air.

Her usual route took her past a row of shuttered shops, through the dew-damp grass of the park, and alongside the still, reflective surface of the canal before looping back home three miles in total. Normally, it was a routine exercise, a way to clear her head. But today, her body felt different. Lighter. Stronger.

And her thoughts?

Wild.

With every footfall, her mind wandered further into uncharted territory. She’d always been shy, fading into the background, but now she felt seen. The memory of flashing strangers sent a thrill spiralling through her. The way their eyes had lingered, the rush of power it gave her… She bit her lip as she passed a group of dog walkers in the park. One of them, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, smiled at her.

Does he wonder what I look like under these clothes?

A wicked thought flickered what if I showed him? Just a quick flash, just to see his reaction

She shook her head, cheeks burning. What the hell is wrong with me?

But the excitement didn’t fade. Instead, it coiled tighter, her pulse quickening as her thoughts drifted to Tony. Polly’s friend. His dark eyes, his easy confidence, the way his shirt had clung to his broad shoulders when she’d flashed him. She could almost feel his gaze on her skin again, imagined his hands rough but gentle lifting her, pressing her against a wall—

Her breath hitched.

Before she realized it, she was nearly sprinting, her body moving faster than she’d ever pushed herself. The fantasies burned hotter, her need sharper. She wanted. Not just to be looked at to be taken.

Polly had called her a slut.

And right now?

She wanted to be one.

Dawn skidded to a stop outside the flat, chest heaving. She yanked out her earbuds, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. A glance at her watch made her eyes widen twenty-one minutes. She’d shattered her usual time.

Leaning against the door, she stretched, her muscles thrumming with unused energy. She could go again. She wanted to.

Inside, Polly’s bedroom door was ajar. Dawn crept in, finding her friend sprawled across the bed, scrolling lazily on her phone. The covers had slipped, revealing the smooth curve of Polly’s bare breasts, her pink nipples pebbled in the morning chill.

Dawn’s mouth went dry.

Polly glanced up, smirked. “Ehm, my eyes are up here, you little lezzy slut.”

Dawn flushed, but didn’t look away.

Polly giggled, stretching for a second Dawn thought was she doing that on purpose? before propping herself up on one elbow. “How was your run?” The mischief in Polly's voice was unmistakable.

“Good,” Dawn panted, still trying to steady her breathing. “Really good. I—I beat my best time by seven minutes.”

Polly’s grin widened. “Hmm. Interesting.” She sat up fully, letting the sheets pool around her waist. “While you were out, I may have… tweaked the settings on your little device. Adjusted your libido. Did you feel… different?”

Dawn hesitated. “I… thought about Tony.”

“Oh?” Polly’s eyes gleamed.

“A lot.”

Polly laughed, swinging her legs off the bed. “Tony’s just a fuckbuddy. I don’t care about him.” She stood, stretching again, unabashedly naked. Dawn’s gaze traced the lines of her body the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. Was she… showing off?

“But,” Polly continued, pulling on a crop top with deliberate slowness, *“he does have a nice cock. I could arrange something. If you want.”

Dawn’s face burned. “I—I don’t know. Maybe.”

Polly smirked, bending to pick up her jeans just a little too slowly. “Oh, and by the way…” She straightened, tossing her hair. “I added a few new voice commands to your device.”

Dawn’s stomach flipped. “What are they?”

“That’s for you to find out.” Polly winked and sauntered out.

Later, after a shower, Dawn stared at her wardrobe. Her usual clothes baggy jumpers, sensible jeans suddenly felt wrong. Dull.

She wanted to feel good.

“Polly?” she called.

Polly leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Yeah?”

“Would you… mind going shopping with me? For something… sexy?”

Polly’s grin turned wicked. “Ask me nicely.”

Dawn blinked. “Uh… can you please—”

A jolt of pleasure ripped through her, sharp and sweet. She gasped, knees buckling slightly.

Polly burst out laughing. “Oh my god, your face”

“Fuck, Polly!” Dawn panted. “Did you did you make please a command?!” and bit her lip.

“Please,” Polly repeated, and another wave of pleasure hit, leaving Dawn trembling.

“I—I can’t go around avoiding that word!”

“True,” Polly mused. *“But there’s a 24-hour cooldown on repeated triggers. And yes, I’ll take you shopping.”* She tilted her head. “But you’ll call me by my title. So. Ask me properly.”

Dawn swallowed. The air between them crackled.

“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered. “Please… can we go shopping?”

The dual commands sent sparks racing under her skin. She bit back a moan.

Polly’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Good girl.” She vanished, returning moments later with a long black coat. “Wear this. Nothing underneath. And remember…” She leaned in, her breath warm against Dawn’s ear. “We still need those pictures for your review.”

Dawn nodded, pulse racing.

She didn’t notice Polly subtly adjusting the settings on her phone again.

Libido: MAX.

Obedience: HIGH.

Cooldown: DISABLED.

Polly smirked.

This was going to be fun.