’ They waved her off, stating they were done eating as well. Jill spoke what was on her mind since the curtain call. ‘So, Ashley, what was that lo...k you gave when you did your curtsy?’ ‘Look?’ ‘It appeared as if you had a major personal emergency, but were able to reach the toilet just in time,’ Jill clarified. The rest of the group laughed at the mental image, and each inwardly decided that was exactly what she looked like. Ashley chuckled at the depiction. ‘Well, after last week, I was. The zip ended half way down my bum, wasn’t concealed, exaggerated the curve. I lowered it down. I didn’t need a bra, the dress was tailored such that it was unnecessary. My breasts sprang free, and I turned, so he could admire them, touch them if he so wished. He wished. I let the dress fall to the floor, standing in my stockings, and heels. His hand found my knickers, navy blue, sheer. His hand stroked the soft material, stroking my cunt in the process. I was wet almost instantly, since being. Purple rope. Again I picked this up, I knew how much I loved being tied up, and cannot wait until my master has me tied spread eagled to a bed to use for his pleasure. Last item, was to be a vibrating butt plug. But I had a bit of freedom with this one as I was allowed to select the one I wanted…I only had one other, just a small one. So I knew I wanted a bigger one. I felt like all eyes were on me as I looked at the different sizes they had. I chose a clear one, 11cm long, wider than the last. I do know that lying in that bed is not going to help, or ever hope to undo the damage. It is time to try and sort out what the hell has happened to me. See if I can find out who did this to me. My basic psychology knowledge tells me that grieving is a dynamic process. And whatever stage I'm at, it's time to move on. Something about Anger, denial, guilt... Well I haven't experienced any of these yet; maybe they are still to come. Anger sounds good though, although I don't think I've the energy.