Her mind was still reeling from the idea that she had been given to a woman - her Master knew that, while she would play with women if he ordered it, she preferred not to. It was a preference not only innate, but learned from her time in "the scene" before she had committed to her master 24/7 - she had never really cared for most female dominants. Often they were professionals, or surrounded by fawning, repellent male submissive, or still catering to the preferences of men - including one surreal night where she and a "Domme" were wearing the exact same attire.<br/><br/>But here she was - and she wouldn't disappoint him. She looked up timidly, her eyes wide and disoriented - the drugs always left her that way. She stood on unsteady feet, her joints popping as she followed the woman through the house, trying to remember its layout before they reached the small room, which she took to be hers.<br/><br/>"Yes Mistress." Once the woman left, she began going through the dresser, seeing what the woman had decided would adorn her body for the next few months.