Or be angry. We’ll just realize it hurts less to be apart.’ Ashley wanted to cry. She wanted to hold him, and say she was sorry again and again, a...d cry. She stayed where she was, silently, mainly to punish herself. Stayed there with him, and his terribly hurt, grave mood, knowing she had caused it, and hurting too. Later she went and made dinner, because that seemed useful. Later still, when she undressed for bed, he looked at her a little sadly, as though her being naked was reminding him of. "Those words run over and over in my mind as I try desperately to flip over. Usually I could roll over on my back, but there is no way that I can contort my burning legs enough so that I can plant my hideously arched feet with enough stability so that I could push myself over. Instead I'm forced to painfully bend my legs as tight as I can so that my thighs can straighten out against the cage. I then begin my bumbling act of trying to move my bound hands enough to flip me over on my face, an act. There’s one exception to that, for now, and that’s when you are showering in the men’s showers and men are watching you.”“You want me to make myself cum when I’m having my morning shower Master?”“Yes, that should please the guys as well as you.”“But it’s so slutty and embarrassing Master.”“Yes it is, and you will love it.”“Yes Master.”“Now, for today, you have some sort of project work later this morning and a lecture this afternoon. You will flash a tit to 2 different men and flash you pussy. Becci threatened me that if I ever whispered a word about what they did while our parents were out, I’d regret doing so for the rest of my miserable life. I knew from experience that she was capable of doing something extreme, so again I hid out in my bedroom most of the time the boyfriend was over. Yeah, I was effectively grounded.The third time he came round while our parents were out, he helped himself to a couple of Dad’s beers. Of course Dad noticed they were gone from the fridge, and.