Claire shows everyone that she's sorry.

"My name is Claire O'Malley," Claire started, looking around at everyone in the room. She wished more than anything that she could take the blindfold in her hands and put it on, but this was part of her punishment, looking at everyone as she told her story. Making her accountable. The audience didn’t matter to Blake, but he knew it mattered to her.

“Three months ago, I cheated on my boyfriend. I met these two guys at a bar–”

At that, the punk rock girl gave a cold laugh, but her friend elbowed her. Claire looked at her again, wondering who this girl was, but the stage kept spinning, and she still didn’t recognize the face.

“– and I made out with them. I was drunk, and I shouldn’t have done that– but it didn’t stop there.”

Ashleigh turned from Sarah to stare at Claire, shocked. She thought she knew the whole story, but Claire had kept this a secret from everyone. Everyone except her video chat record. Everyone except Blake.

“I found them on a video chat, and I called them. Twice.”

“No shit,” Ashleigh whispered, excited, under her breath. Sarah shot a look at Ashleigh that Claire swore looked like jealous... but why did Sarah care? What exactly was going on between those two?

“We never met, but....” Claire felt a lump in her throat as she looked for Blake. She felt weak, terrified, even though he already knew everything: she just needed to see his face when she said it. “Uhm...”

Her eyes finally found Ian, who was holding the remote. She looked plaintively into his eyes, nodding her head towards Blake to try to get him to stop the stage from spinning. He looked at her, confused, and then he was gone as she continued to spin.

“We never met in person again.” As she spoke, she locked eyes with Blake, and he nodded to her, giving her confidence. “But I stripped for them, I told them to tell me what to do, and I did it. I fucked myself for them.”

The men gasped, most of them, but the girls weren’t surprised. Even Ashleigh, once she knew that they had video chatted, knew where that chat was going. Two guys behind Claire high-fived, but she couldn’t see who they were. When she saw Ian again, she found the words to tell him to stop the spinning, that she needed to see Blake.

“So I’m here to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry to my boyfriend, my Master, who tries hard to take care of me. I’m sorry that I cheated on you, Master. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you to tell you to your face, and that I tried to hide it, even after I ended it.”

She caught Blake’s eyes again as she spoke to him, and he nodded, proud of her. She felt a sense of strength coming from within her. She knew she could do this. In a way, this wasn’t a punishment at all: she had always wanted to perform in front of others, but she was always too frightened or too proud to put on a show like Sarah and Ashleigh had. She felt ready for her penance: terrified, but ready.

She put on the blindfold as Blake watched her, then she felt the table begin to spin again, slowly.

“So whatever you tell me to do, I will do for you. If you tell me to strip, I will strip. If you tell me to fuck myself, I will fuck myself. I was wrong to hide it from my Master before, so now I am going to share it with everyone. I am ready for your orders.”