Tanya enters the reunion

Katy Masters sat at the reception desk, her bright floral dress with the cheerful "Welcome Back!" smiley face sticker placed at a jaunty angle. Her ensemble was completely at odds with the look of horror on her face, as Tanya walked robotically into view and presented herself at the desk.

Tanya tried not to look at Katy, who she'd gone to School with for several years, and had probably teased at one point or another for being more than slightly overweight.

"Tanya.", Tanya squeaked, holding out a trembling hand for the name badge that would let her into the hall where the Reunion was taking place.

"Tanya... Tanya Carmichael?!" Katy said, as she stared gob-smacked at the humiliated woman standing in front of her.

Tanya smiled bravely, as she looked down at the list of name badges left at the table and tried to find her own, **** to end this current encounter, but equally well aware that much worse was still to come.

There weren't many name badges left. Tanya closed her eyes as she realized what that meant. It meant that nearly everyone was here, behind those doors, and about to get an eyeful of Tanya Carmichael that would last them a lifetime.

Her name badge stared up at her, and Tanya felt strangely detached from the name that was scrawled on it. "Tanya Carmichael". That sounded like a decent, upstanding, hard-working member of the community. Not a woman wearing a pig snout, trying desperately to ignore the intense sensation of the clothes pegs that were the only thing covering her nipples, while the pink Little Mermaid panties made her feel like some immature prepubescent.

She reached down to pick up the name badge, as Katy spluttered over the very existence of the woman in front of her. Her hands, secured with handcuffs, fumbled with the name badge for a few attempts, before she finally picked it up. It was then that she realized that she had nothing except her panties to pin it to anyway.

Looking at Katy, Tanya just shrugged, no other options available to her except for the most humiliating one possible, and gently attached the name badge to the front of her underwear.

"You... you can't... can't go in... there! Dressed like... That!" Katy gasped.

Tanya had no response, but simply squared her shoulders, and with her name proudly displayed over the pink-panties-clad pussy, she turned and walked dream-like towards the main auditorium entrance.

In a dream-like state, Tanya opened the wide doors, and the noise from the reunion inside struck her like a wave.

"My name is Tanya Carmichael" Tanya whispered to herself, as she took a first step inside. The music blared away, and a hundred animated conversations formed a low hum in the background.

"My name is Tanya Carmichael." Tanya whispered again, taking a second step.

Nearby, a gaggle of women paused their conversation and turned in shock. Tanya recognized a few of them as girls on her old basketball team that had since travelled further afield. Mouths hung open as Tanya - the tall red-headed guard at their old High School basketball team - walked slowly past, eyes fixed firmly on the stage, in panties, clothes-pegs, handcuffs and a pigs-snout.

"T... Tanya?!" Amanda Mitchelson blurted out.

Tanya turned briefly, and half-smiled at her old friend.

"My name is Tanya Carmichael." Tanya whispered again.

Her footsteps began to ring around the hall as conversation died away and the music came to a sudden halt. Her presence was causing a ripple effect. As the ripple travelled, sentences were cut off, eye contact between friends was lost, and everyone just turned to stare at who - and most importantly in what - had just arrived to spice up proceedings.

The clothes pegs bounced up and down a little on her nipples, their unforgiving pressure causing Tanya to occasionally grimace as her sensitive areole bore the brunt of Rachel's fashion choices. She was obscene, Tanya knew that. She was parading herself around in front of a hundred of her graduating class, like a dirty slut.

She broke her gaze from the stage for a moment, and cast a quick, embarrassed look around. Tanya could see in the eyes of the men a certain wanton lust that made her quiver. Then she looked at some of the women, and what she saw was even worse. Contempt, laughter, mockery and disgust. All sautéed in just a trace of jealousy, as the women could see that their expensive dresses and hours of make-up were being trumped by some harlot in panties and bondage gear.

Tanya looked back to the stage, as the words came floating across the room to burn their way into her mind.

"Slut!"

"Whore!"

"That's Tanya - what an absolute tramp!"

Tanya walked on. The stage was near now. The heat of the lights blasted down on her, and the hall was a wild mix of denouncement, wolf whistles and cat calls.

There was no-one on the stage, but there was a microphone. That was Tanya's ultimate destination.

As she walked on, she could feel the handcuffs around her wrists. They weren't uncomfortable, but they were a sign of her bondage. That she wasn't a free woman. That she did this because she was owned.

Tanya stepped lightly on to the stage and made her way to the microphone without any further fuss.