Tanya returns to Rachel

Tanya staggered out of the School Reunion, her total abject humiliation now completed for every single one of her old school friends to see. Her mind was a sea of conflicting emotions.

Fear, self-loathing, and a feeling of red-hot embarrassment all competed with something else. Something deeper. Something more primal and primitive.

Lust? A feeling of wanton surrender that somehow almost... bizarrely... indescribably... felt... comfortable?

She been stripped back. Not literally, in the sense of clothes being more of a hindrance and a help, but rather metaphysically. Rachel had removed all of the pride, all of the career aspirations, all of the sense of trying to fit into her social circles, and left Tanya with, well, nothing. Nothing except the very skin she inhabited, and a sense of living from one moment to the next. Tomorrow was an eternity away. Next week may as well be another life time from now.

As she stumbled towards the car, she could hear people following her. Comments echoed from the entranceway, and danced through the chill night air.

"What a slut!"

"Oh my God, what the FUCK just happened?!"

"Is she ill? Is she fucking crazy?!"

Tanya didn't look back. She didn't stop to see the incredulous expressions on her old friends' faces, as she just focused on one foot being placed in front of the other, in something approximating a walk.

There were women laughing, loudly. Men, already loaded up with ****, were wolf-whistling and making suggestions that would have previously shocked Tanya.

A slew of opportunities for quick fucks, slow fucks, and gang fucks were thrown her way, but onwards she walked, in a daze and strangely immune to it all.

She reached the car. The door was opened for her from the inside, and a clearly concerned Mitchell peered out.

"It's done." She said, simply.

Without waiting for an invitation, she climbed into the back seat of the car, and looked at Rachel calmly. The brunette woman turned around, studied her for what seemed like an eternity, and then grunted to herself before nodding in a wordless acknowledgement of the request.

Tanya then took off the pig snout covering her nose, and removed the clothes pegs from the sensitive nipples, breathing in deeply as a short burst of pain radiated through her breasts. She didn't cry out though.

"Tanya..." Mitchell started, his words coming in fits and bursts as he tried to find something suitable to say, "Thank you... Thank you... for... well..."

Tanya just smiled now, and seat-belted herself in as Rachel slowly pulled the car out on the road and away from the horde of onlookers and their mobile phones that had begun to congregate around.

"You saved me..." Mitchell continued, shaking his head in amazement, "and after everything I..."

"Everything we did." Tanya corrected him, before he could finish.

"Tanya, I... I love you!" Mitchell just blurted it out, as if the words had come directly from his heart and completely bypassed his brain.

For the first time in a long time, Tanya laughed. A sweet, long laugh, with a mad feeling of having found her sense of belonging.

"I love you too Mitchell." She replied.

Mitchell shook his head one more time, and then seemed to have a sudden moment of clarity.

"Tanya. Will you marry me?" he asked, simply and without any more fuss.

Tanya looked at Mitchell for a second, and then turned to head to patiently wait for permission from her mistress.

Rachel glanced at the her in the rear view mirror, as she settled into a steady cruise in the sparse night time traffic.

Raising an eyebrow, Rachel seemed to consider the request for a few moments, before rolling her eyes in mock resignation.

"Oh, okay, fine. You can get married, I suppose." Rachel drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as Mitchell and Tanya looked at each other with excitement.

"After all," Rachel added, almost as an afterthought and more to herself than either of the two lovebirds, "I suppose a good mistress might try their best to ensure their pets lead fulfilling lives."

She looked back sternly one more time though.

"Just remember though, who gets to wear the pants in this relationship!"

Tanya and Mitchell shyly smiled and said in perfect unison, "Yes Mistress. Of course Mistress. Anything you say Mistress."

Grudgingly satisfied with the clear tone of obedience in their voices, Rachel turned back to the small task of driving the car, and the otherwise nondescript vehicle slowly disappeared out of sight and into the shadowy darkness of a rather unusual night.