Tanya's speech

Then she turned to face her audience. They were still staring at her. Incredibly, no-one had come up yet to drag her away. The reunion committee simply seemed to stunned to do anything right now, and at least the male-half of the audience was secretly enjoying her humiliation too much for someone to break with the pack and try and cover her up. Looking out on to the faces of the men, she saw the boys she'd gone to school with. Some of them she'd wanted, some of them them had wanted her, and some of them were geeks and losers that she'd steered well clear off. Many of them, outwardly expressing their disgust to their own partners, nevertheless couldn't take their eyes off Tanya for all that supposed "disgust".

She could feel their eyes all over her. She could feel their gaze drill into her panties, feel them follow each sway and movement of the clothes pegs hanging off her nipples, feel them drawn to the pig's snout that covered her nose, and fantasize about the handcuffs that restrained her hands.

Tanya just stood there for a moment, being slowly consumed by this ultimate humiliation in front of everyone who had known her at School.

A light was already setup to shine on the stage, presumably for speeches that would have been delivered later in the evening. Instead, they highlighted Tanya and her final, total, unconditional surrender to the humiliations that Rachel had deemed appropriate for her.

She went to speak, but then paused for a moment. Tanya looked at the handcuffs. They symbolized something. Her bondage? Her lack of freedom?

Looking back up at the audience though, Tanya had a moment of clarity amidst the insanity of her current predicament. Had she ever been free? She looked out at the women who'd spent hours getting ready for tonight, fearful of being judged by their peers. She thought about her life at her job - a job she'll undoubtedly lose when the events of tonight spread around the community - and thought about the hours of drudgery and stress. Then she looked back out of the crowd.

"My name..." she started, hesitantly, "My name was Tanya Carmichael. But I am now Bitch Slut. I am owned by another woman, who is better than me in every way." Her voice strangely grew in confidence as the words spilled out.

Fumbling with her handcuffs, she nonetheless managed to retrieve a small marker pen stuffed into her panties, and flipped the lid off. As the audience watched in shock, Tanya scribbled the words "owned" on her tummy. The writing was messy given the handcuffs and the fact she was writing backwards, but nevertheless the sentiment was clear.

"I am here tonight to humiliate myself, because that is what I deserve."

The light shone down on her, nearly blinding her, but she could still see. Maybe not the crowd in front of her, but she could now see her future.

"I now know I'm a bitch slut, and that humiliation and shame are my natural states of being."

Pausing again for a moment, she opened her mouth, but no further words came out. Then, with a quiet, shy look, she simply added "Thank you for listening." and walked off the stage.

There was no applause, no polite acknowledgement of her speech, but it was most certainly the case that she'd held their attention like no other speaker in that hall had ever managed in the past.