“Rose, are you… sure this will go well?” Casey asked in a murmur, looking down and playing with the hem of her ultra-shiny silver shirt. “You really think people will like me? That – that they’ll want to play with me?”
                   Rose, who was about a foot taller than Casey with a hot dominant latex dress to match, gently scuffed Casey’s hair. “Plaything, it will be fantastic. I personally chose all these people because I knew they would like you. And that you would like them.” They’d been standing outside the party house for 15 minutes, Rose continuously trying to reassure Casey. “These are good people. And remember, if you ever feel like it’s too much, you can always say your safeword and we can leave. I promise.”
                   “I-I know, it’s just…” Casey looked down and frowned. Even though she’d come a long way through her transition, her body image was still a touchy point for her. It took Rose a lot of work to Domme the confidence into her submissive.
                   Rose pulled Casey close, into her chest. Her “massive badonkahonkers”, as Casey jokingly referred to them once (and received a swift punishment for such). “You’re going to do great. You’re the hottest lady I’ve ever laid eyes on. I wouldn’t have chosen you if you weren’t. I don’t just Domme anyone. Okay?” Her voice was stern, but gentle and reaffirming.
                   Casey tried to meet Rose’s eyes and nodded. “Okay. I trust you, Mistress.”
                   “Do you still consent to all or your triggers being used?”
                   That question had an easy answer. “Yes, Mistress.”
                   “Good pet.” Rose suddenly tugged on Casey’s hair, hard and tough, dropping her seamlessly into trance. Trance was safe. Comforting. The softest place Casey could think of. “You are my pet. My beautiful, lovely, gorgeous pet. I love every inch of your body. Your body is glamorous, glorious, and most importantly, mine. Nod if you understand.”
                   Casey nodded gently.
        “Good. On the count of five, I’m going to pull you back up from trance, back into the waking world. And you’ll be ready to go into the party, as my arm candy. As my plaything.” Rose counted back up, and within seconds, Casey was back to consciousness. She leaned a bit against Rose for comfort, who gently put a hand on her head and led her plaything inside.
        They walked in through the door. Casey's eyes adjusted to the dim light as she looked around. Most of these were Rose's friends - Casey had met some of them before, but obviously not in this context. She tried to figure out who she knew and who was new. As she did, she heard something click next to her. Suddenly, the hoop of her pants was leashed tightly, with Rose now able to tug her around at will.
    Casey would have protested were it anyone else, but with Rose? It was the hottest thing she could have done right then.
    A few ladies -- one of whom Casey knew as "Alex" -- approached the couple. Already, there were devious smirks on their faces as they eyed Casey up and down. Casey tried not to shrink in their presence.
    "Hello, Rose," Alex greeted. "Is this your girlfriend?"
    "My girlfriend *and* my pet," Rose introduced. "This is Casey. She's adorable, isn't she?"
    The ladies all nodded in admiration - a very specific kind. "She's so cute," one of them gawked. "Tell me..."
    As soon as she started that sentence, the trigger began to work. Tell me. That was one of the first triggers Rose had given her. Casey felt her head go light as the question continued - though Casey knew how her answer would pan out already.
    "How did you and Rose meet?"
    Casey forgot the answer completely. Were she not completely hypnotized, she would have known. But her answer was as scripted.
    "I don't know," Casey answered as she tried not to moan. "I'm just so dumb."
    Everyone chuckled -- including Rose. Casey felt her cheeks go red hot. "Yeah, I can sure see that," they mocked. "And tell me, you're a student - what are you studying in school?"
    Film. She was studying film. Of course, in that moment, she didn't know. "I don't know, I'm just so dumb." Every time she'd answer that, she'd get a little more pent up. A little more needy.
    "Tell me, what's two plus two?" The questions weren't even about Casey anymore, but that didn't matter.
    "I don't know, I'm just so dumb."
    "And tell me, what's your name?"
    "I don't know, I'm just so dumb."
    "Tell me, plaything," Rose started. "How much dumber do you think you can get?"
    They all knew the answer. Casey answered the same -- which, for that question, was a valid answer.
    "Well, this is going to be a very, very entertaining evening." Alex blew Casey a kiss and walked away, excusing themself to go grab some drinks.
    Casey turned to her Domme. Her face was as bright crimson as a tomato. "Did I do well, Mistress?"
    Rose petted Casey's hair, and pulled her in for a deep, loving kiss. "Of course, plaything. You make me so proud - of you, and of myself for conditioning you so well." Before Casey had a moment to verbally keysmash, Rose tugged the leash and pulled Casey to the snack table.
    The snack table was neatly arranged with cheese snacks, crackers, a fruit salad, and some cookies. Casey took a few bites of various foods. For a short moment, she enjoyed some small talk with her Domme, who was quite excited to get on with the party.
    "Ah! Here's someone you may like." Rose pulled Casey to meet another one of her friends. This friend looked older. She looked about as old as one of Casey's younger teachers. And the way she was dressed all fancy made her look very, very much like the hottest MILF on Earth.
    "Hello, my name is Tracy," she started in the most sultry voice Casey had heard in a while. "Casey, isn't it? You're so, so adorable."
    Casey felt like she was both frozen and melting at the same time. "T-thank you, Tracy."
                   “Hmmm…” Tracy looked Casey up and down, as if she were making some kind of decision. Oh, what was Casey thinking? Tracy was obviously trying to think of which trigger to test on Casey. Just like everyone else here was. Casey had to wonder just how many people Rose negotiated this with. “You look like a docile, innocent girl, don’t you?”
                   Casey giggled nervously a bit. “Um… you – you really think so?”
                   “I do.” Tracy’s soft smile turned into a wicked smirk. “Say what’s on your mind, dear.”
                   The words flew out of Casey’s mouth before she even realized she was talking. “I want to eat your pussy out so badly!”
                   ‘Say what’s on your mind.’ One of Casey’s most embarrassing triggers – that led to one or two awkward moments with her friends. As soon as someone would say those words, Casey would blurt the first sexual thing bouncing around her last few brain cells. She couldn’t help it, or stop the words coming out. The humiliation washed over her as Casey heard Tracy laughing at her.
                   “Oh, that’s so cute. Wouldn’t I like that too.” To accentuate her point, Tracy slapped her own ass sharply. Casey felt tortured. “Say what’s on your mind again, please.”
                   “Y-your tits are so big and hot, I just want to bury my face in them!”
                   Tracy’s hands twitched slightly. She clearly wanted to grab Casey’s hair and fulfill that wish herself.
                   Casey was so lost in the moment that she froze up when Rose placed a hand on her shoulder. She knew what was coming next.
                   “You’re doing so well,” Rose started, assuaging a few of Casey’s worries. She ripped Casey from the moment as quickly as she brought her into it. “Say what’s on your mind to me.”
                   “I want you to force me on my knees and make me beg,” Casey tried to keep her voice quiet and failed.
                   “Again.” Rose didn’t even have to say the phrase to get Casey to comply.
                   “I want you to rip off my clothes and flog my ass black and blue.”
                   Rose smirked. She pulled Rose into her arms. Rose gently swung Casey from side to side. The subby, ditzy girl sunk into her arms as she felt her legs beginning to give in. As she swung, her brain cells did as well. Disorienting her head. Making her… dizzy. Calm. Soothed. All nice and deep and safe.
“Good plaything.” Rose stopped swinging Casey and brought her up from her light trance.
                   “And very, very well trained!” Tracy admired. “Wouldn’t I like a piece of her too.”
                   Tracy walked away to go grab some snacks. She winked at Casey. Casey wanted to chase her. But Rose wouldn’t let her out of her sight. The chain around Casey’s belt loop didn’t help much, either. Rose poured herself a cup of some cola, then dragged Casey away.
“Are you having fun?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” Casey smiled in a curvy line. “I love this so, so much.”
“Good.”
Rose dragged Casey into her. She kissed her. Deeply, a rough, passionate, fiery kiss that overtook the rest of Casey’s mind. Casey moaned into Rose’s lips, needing more. That wasn’t Casey’s place to ask, but Rose happily obliged the silent request. Rose claimed Casey’s body. She was hers. Casey belonged to Rose. So did this kiss, and the way Casey’s body shivered in need, in anticipation. Rose pulled away, glaring at Rose. Not in an angry way – in a possessive way.
“Excuse me,” someone spoke up, jolting Casey out of the moment. Rose quickly reoriented herself, but Casey took much longer. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Not at all,” Rose chuckled. “Would you like something from this ditz?”
The woman nodded with a cunning smirk. She was tall, even taller than Rose. Her eyes were deep blue, piercing into Casey like ice. Her dress and makeup made her look like some kind of gothic queen. That only made Casey quiver more in need – she loved goths. “I love your top,” she started.
“Thank you,” Rose joked.
The lady rolled her eyes, going along with the joke. “My name is Candace. That shirt would look great in my collection.”
“It… would?” Casey looked down and frowned. She liked the shirt a lot… it was one of her first ‘feminine’ clothes she’d gotten after coming out.
“Yes. May I have it?”
“I…” Casey trailed off, looking away anxiously. “I don’t know…”
“Casey,” Rose grabbed her sub and looked into her eyes. “Would you like to give her your shirt?”
Casey fell silent. “I-I guess, but…”
“Then would you like me to order you to give it to her?”
Casey took a moment, and then nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Fantastic. Take off your shirt and give it to Candace, here.”
“Yes, Mistress.” And Casey complied. Getting ordered made it feel so much easier. Casey handed her warm top to Candace, and left herself in a cute, lacy, pink bra. So much vulnerability. The whole world could see her body, and Casey felt it.
Rose brushed Casey’s hair. “Your tits look so hot when they’re out for everyone to see, babe.”
Casey nodded meekly. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Yes, in fact…” She suddenly grabbed Casey’s boobs, showing her off to Candace – and anyone else who wanted to watch. “I think I want to show everyone here your body belongs to me.”
People started crowding around, and Rose whispered one more trigger into Casey’s ear. Freeze. And Casey did. She froze in Rose’s grasp, unable to move an inch. Rose began commenting on her body to the crowd, as the crowd gawked and praised all the hot parts of Casey’s body. Casey could barely make out what they were saying. But she knew, for a minute, hopefully a minute that would last – that people loved her. And they adored her body.
“Mine,” Rose gently growled in Casey’s ear.
Casey mouthed back, “yours.”
~~
                   The party ended in the late hours of the night, and Rose brought Casey back into her house. She sat Casey down on the couch. A snap. Casey was awake, the memories of the party lingering with her.
                   “How do you feel?” Rose gently asked.
                   “Good,” Casey smiled as she cuddled next to Rose.
                   “I love you, Casey,” Rose affirmed. “I love you and your body and your mind. Now… would you like some ice cream or water?”
                   Casey didn’t answer. She was already deep asleep in Rose’s arms. Rose chuckled. “I guess this works, too.”