Your domme is getting you ready to go out. She does your makeup; thick mascara to cry off, red lipstick to leave kisses wherever your lips go, pink blush to make you look permanently embarrassed. She dresses you up; crop top, short skirt, high heals, your best collar, contact lenses that make everything a little bit blurry, and ear buds that make everything a little muffled. But she won't tell you where you're going or what's happening. You just stand there all dolled up whilst she gets ready too.
There's a knock at the door, you're lead with a hand on the back of your neck. You're introduced to the woman at the door as "my pet" but It isn't introduced to you.
You're guided to the backseat, your domme takes shotgun. Next to you is another submissive, they're dressed similarly to you but their eyes are spacey and their smile is broad and genuine. You wonder if they're drunk, or high, or hypnotised, or maybe they're filled with toys and sitting on bruises leaving them in a perpetual happy haze of subspace.
Between the obscured vision and dulled hearing you find yourself largely unable to participate in the conversation, your domme orders your food and helps you eat when you need it. The other sub sits opposite you and openly stares at your tits the entire time.
After dinner you're taken somewhere you assume must be the other dommes home. You've given up trying to follow the conversation but you're suddenly aware that the attention of everyone is focused on you. You're sat firmly in a slightly uncomfortable seat, your earbuds are removed and the other domme instructs you to focus on a shiny stone held slightly above your line of sight. The rest of the night is a blurr.
You wake up the next day with the other sub wrapped around you in a dogs bed at the floor of a large bed. You feel sore in any number of places, you assume your domme had fun on her date.