Well slave's response left an awkward situation.  Having in effect punted and said that how my friend wished to treat her was not her choice, but mine,  was huge statement for my friend and frankly kind of left me in a strange and awkward spot.  I knew that as the Thursday broke up, but it was the next Tuesday when it came to roost.  I had her calling me trying to arrange something for friday night with me and slave.  She was pushing  for a space where she would not be seen as odd for entering.  However she very clear she wanted the chance to see slave tied gagged and tortured.  I found this awkward, because it seemed odd to me that she was so interested and even more so, because I had not good reason to say no, given slave had essentially told her it was my choice, and frankly friend was so aware of all the other shit that happened.  I had no good reason to say no, and frankly slave was not helping.  I raised the question with her as to what she wanted, and she looked awkward and told me it was somehow worse when a woman did shit, but she did not want to influence my decision, and she also said well it might not seem right saying no to an invite with reasonable notice. 

That is, while she acknowledged the fact that she found being abused by a woman more distasteful, it was also clear that she was more concerned about giving her offence than she was being beaten or humiliated by her.  She was also utterly unhelpful in terms of anything else, as I asked about perhaps what we should do, she made it clear it was entirely my call, as was any notion of limits.  I told her point blank that this was a person who actively wanted to cause her pain who thought what happened to her at the party was awesome.  I had never told her - but I had always been a little uncomfortable with the fact that the nipple clamps had been put on twice, or that I had allowed that gag to stay in so long, well her next comment was an education for me, she had one request for me- if it was going to get really heavy duty could she please be gagged because she told me that at the party that she probably would have been begging for mercy and that would have been really bad for the party and inappropriate according to her, it came out that she was actually proud of the fact that she was obedient and servile enough that the woman had felt comfortable putting them back on afterwards.  It was that being and being seen to be  obedient and servile was so important to her that she was not willing to avoid in effect being tortured.

The female friend was back again the next Thursday, and back at slave about her experience, it was quite clear that she was still trying to go someplace she did not quite feel totally comfortable jumping straight to, even while the things she said, she knew perfectly well would be mortifying to any regular woman.  The thing is that she clearly knew a lot.  I had long ago told my one friend about the party, the first and second walk through the red light district , and it was that slave had also admitted it to the bouncer when being harassed at the bar.  It was that she knew about all that the experiences in the bar, a lot about the party, and it would seem from what I could tell, from my friend, slaves friend and the bouncers information.  This night she decided to go for the finished point however, and she wanted to make sure that she really got there, so she was going to lay out her position.

She started out with the “I think it is pretty normal, that nobody would actually have any empathy for you, when you are getting screwed around with at the bar, or frankly wherever. I really do not have any sense of empathy or a bad feeling that my friends pinched your pussy lips”  She continued “look you acknowledge being a slave, you acknowledge that you haven’t got a clue how to say no.  You get treated like shit, but are ok with it, frankly present as property, and well, see that as somehow both ok and freeing.”  She went back to the night out with slave's friend and how she was fine going out with her tits being tied visibly, covered in visible welts, and well, she just stripped cause she was told to.  She talked about having my friend taking pictures of her when she was still tied up and gagged, and never getting a chance to even comment before she was getting her tits whipped, but "yup, that is just fine, cause why the hell should he ask, before he takes nudes of you or whips you".  She went quickly to the party and also the red light district – she said basically, when people do not need to ask you to shove a gag down your throat so you are nearly convulsing, and you are ok with them enjoying your pain with nipple clamps that nobody else can tolerate on their finger, but they did not have to ask?  Having to kiss peoples feet, and letting them whip your ass or put their feet up on you without discussion. You are ok with being required to degrade yourself. accept pain, get tied gagged and abused for somebody else’s fun?;  you are ok with being expected to go to a bar to get abused?  Basically you do this because you are his slave right? Cause it is freeing and easier to just obey?  Cause you like being owned? "  Slave had to acknowledge that well... "yes, I guess to all of the above".  She knew that she had acknowledged the vast majority, had never objected to any of it, was never really asked, but never bitched after. "I mean well I am as you know his slave, I didn't always really like it but well, all part of the game" . My friend responded, with where she was trying to go " I guess well sorry, but I do not want to see you as an equal, I want to look at you the way everybody else seems to, like property, where I ask him, not you with regards to what you do, and what I do to you.  I like the idea of feeling it is ok demand you strip naked, or to shove a gag down your throat and handcuff you before applying brutal nipple clamps or slapping your tits. "  I found myself amused, and especially when slave said, that this "was not really her choice, cause well, it is really masters and well your choice"  I could taste slave pulled a classic, she did not want to set limits, and well caved as always, cause her bottom line, she liked being responsibility free, and knowing she was doing what people wanted,  a lot easier, when you just do what you are told.   

Same female friend could not stop talking about the nature of my relationship.  She was talking to me again the next week asking a ton of questions, and telling me about what she had heard.  I knew that the bar was aware of the contract, and knew all about the use of clamps to alter her behavior.  I knew that some people at the bar knew that she had agreed to be property, wear what she was told, strip when she was told.  They also knew all about the reality of being tied up - and used in anyway I felt like.  It seemed that the bouncer now manager had asked many questions behind closed doors, that while I knew he had, what he remembered and spread seemed to be quite amazing.   What was even more to the point however, is it seemed that the staff made a point of making sure those who were interested knew all about it.  It became clear that the same guys were regaled by other tales from the bouncer when they went back in mid week.  The bouncer sat down with them when they expressed interest about her.  He told them all about the things she had acknowledged to him, like the being regularly bound and gagged, being beaten, being used without being asked, being pounded analy while in breast bondage etc. He told them about what she had told him about shopping for clothes and getting them altered, going up north and McDonalds, they were told all about the being dragged around on leash and collar barely dressed, even her experience with her former friend and the night out, was told in gory detail, including it seemed the fact that I had beaten her breasts to make them look a certain way, and that her former friend had slapped them right there on the subway. 

Well all of this also came up when she was over for the weekend.  She dropped all this directly on slave, who  frankly acknowledged she had admitted all those things, and even filled in more.  She told her all about being bossed around by the girl at the Bay told her all about being ordered to lean over by the seamstress to make sure something was short enough - and worse having the dress then lifted to show her naked ass off to the shop.  She told her all about the shop we went into that once the owners knew what I was looking for and what she was, insisted she try on and model more than a dozen ridiculously short dresses, skirts and lingere type stuff.  More to the point she pointedly told her of not feeling like she had the slightest choice in any of it.   The back and forth was such that it was clear, that well, she really did feel owned, was good with that and well, would have struggled to object to even the most ridiculous demand, unless I was objecting to it.   That is, if she felt I had blessed something, she did not know how not to go along.  This is when my friend brought up something else that it would appear she had been told both by the bouncer, and our mutual friend.  Turned out, under some pressure she had spilled the beans to the bouncer with regards to being left in a tight hog tie up for about 8 hours, in breast bondage, bound, gagged and blindfolded, even about the beating and pictures at the end.  What made it worse for her, is that she had also talked to the friend who had been there, as he was a mutual friend, and he knew that she knew. She had seen and even taken copies of several dozens pictures of her.  She had been viewing them, and frankly as she said found  a  lot of them compelling. She also was quite aware of the stories around some of the pictures, and a great deal of her bar experiences, and was also very aware of her contract, and frequent public appearance and how little she was actually consulted in all this. She suggested that she would love to see her breasts tied and her dressed up as she was the night we ran into one of slaves friends on the subway.   She also told her point blank, that she loved the idea of her being owned, and could not actually feel any sympathy for her when things happened to her in the bad or elsewhere.   "I think that it is hilarious that you had your pussy lips pinched, your tits slapped, you nipples pinched.  I think it is awesome that you get treated like a piece of meat"   She also told her, that " also, frankly I cannot feel sorry for you, and I cannot really respect your feelings, when you have given up your agency.  You can't say no, then I have no problem with them treating you like shit.  I have to admit, I love the fact that you get treated that way, when you are not comfortable or happy with it"  

That same female friend came over the following Thursday. It was a very interesting evening, and for most people it might have seemed hostile, but yet somehow it never was. The conversation, now including slave quickly turned to the previous Saturday night. I could tell that in some ways she wanted to both judge and discuss. It was actually really funny to watch because she started off point blank asking her what that night had been like for her. Slave kind of hummed and hawed about it before the tale came out, she was asked in detail what had happened, and what she had been required to do. While slave laid out the evening, including the dragged around, nipple pinches and well the reality of being required to do lap dances, kept on all four on the tables and kneeling on the floor, and rather shame faced what had been done with regards to the pussy lip pinches. This was the only thing that she actually claimed was really bad, painful and really degrading. Well the question, that I knew was waiting, “what did you do to object” , the answer was a awkward mix of “but I am a slave” and “I couldn’t make a scene”. The next question was, ok, so seriously next day, or day after how did you feel about that? Slave had to admit that she was not really negatively affected, and well, thinking about having to put up with it was a bit of a turn on. Slave was basically having to admit that she had in effect allowed herself to be painted into the corner of going along, and frankly the humiliation and degradation was not all bad, especially because it seemed I had enjoyed it.

This is when my friend started dropping the bombs. Friend told slave that they had been there because she had told them about her, what had gone on in the bars, and that she would be there. She told her that the waitress at their table had been very open, as had one of the strippers about slave. Friend took delight in telling slave all about the way in which slave had been presented to her friends. They asked a waitress about her and it seemed the waitress told them point blank that she was a slave, that the rules around her were no sex, but nudity, pain, humiliation were all ok. They engaged the waitress as to what she thought of slave, and what was done to slave. The waitress it seemed was pretty clear it seemed she said something like, “hey as far as I am concerned whatever anybody does to her is just fine. She has been very obviously a slave, and well. She has always agreed when described as a slave obeyed when directed and when people smacked her, or pinched her said nothing or agreed it was ok because she was a slave”. It turned out the waitress was also aware of the last Red Light experiment, it also turned out that she was aware of most of what she had told the staff at the old bar, including the reality of sex on demand, and a couple of incidents of being left tied and gagged for many hours, and being seen and photographed by my friends after. She was also aware of the generous use of crop etc. It was also that at this point a stripper had joined in the conversation. She basically said in effect, “I think it is hilarious what they do to her, and she deserves whatever she gets” They made comments about nobody caring what was done to her etc. The idea of pinching her pussy lips she told us actually came from the stripper. The stripper it seems said, “I bet she would hate it, and yet would have no idea how to say no” Which was amazingly accurate. Also turned out that everybody knew she was not enjoying it, and nobody actually cared. “Slaves should shut up and take it” was it seemed the common view.

I got an interesting call from my certain female friend.   It was a few days after my last discussion with her regarding slaves choices, and having been told about how it was socially easier to cave as a slave.  It was an interesting discussion, because it was clear that she was more than moderately interested in how she was treated both in private and public.  It was also very clear that she had fully absorbed the idea that slave frankly got off on being owned, and frankly proud to be obedient, and got a sort of perverse pride from putting up with what normal women would find beyond objectionable.  She was also very interested in the reality of finding the social trap of having no choice not an issue.  It was becoming remarkably clear that she was tending to the same view as slave’s friend. In terms of slave deserving whatever she got.  She was having a harder time getting there, but also she was obviously feeling emotionally compelled in that direction, and was more than a little interested. 

She took a little while to get around to it, but she had a male friend that she wanted to have see this shit, someone she knew slave did not know.  She had been talking a little to him about her, and she was interested in his reaction.  She really wanted to know which bar we went to, and when we would be there, cause although she did not think she would be comfortable going into a strip club like that, she thought her friend might be seriously interested.  It turned out that she had told him a whole bunch about slave, including the experiences in the strip club, and the experience in the dive bar with her former friends.  It seemed very clear to me, that neither she nor he had any sense of sympathy for slave, the reality of the pain and degradation was something that she played up as something that slave had coming as part of being owned.   Can’t complain about being treated that way, when you set yourself up for it she said.  I ended up telling her that we would be at the regular bar that Saturday. 

Well that Saturday started pretty normally, had in the regular skin tight black spandex skirt ending a half inch below her ass, very tight top over tight breast bondage using cable ties, locked on leash, locked on collar.  Actually it continued for a while as normal, as the bouncer and staff were their normal selves.  She had her top lifted, her bottom lifted, her ass spanked, her top lifted nipples pinched and twisted etc within minutes of arriving.  She was also dragged across the bar, and pulled up on a table on all four and barked at to "stay", in the very normal way - where there was no hint of consideration, concern to her feelings etc.  The regular of guys staring at her pussy and her being dragged around on the leash.  The bouncer had delivered her to the off duty cop table, where the regular lap dances, including the fairly normal and aggressive groping.    The normal reality where she would start to get up at the end of song, only to be pulled forcefully back down by her leash was also seen, and because I was thinking about it due to my friends questioning remarkably evident to me.  Course there was the 75 minutes of so of required dancing, naked, grinding, getting her tits worked over etc - with that table and another of regulars.

There was another group I had never seen in the bar who intercepted her, after she had finally managed to get away.  She had just managed to get her clothes on and started to walk, when a guy walked up and grabbed her leash. and just started leading her over to this table of 8 guys.  These guys started off right away, the one guy simply told her to turn around and grab her ankles  which of course, given the length of her skirt left her showing off her pussy to any and all involved.   It is that she did not even think to resist the drag on the leash - or to question the order.   This quickly led to her being required to lap dance for them in the most lurid ways, while they groped forcefully, pinched her nipples, squeezed her tits increasingly hard and painfully (she had numerous bruises later) they made her then stay on the table totally nude on all 4 for 3 or 4 songs, before kneeling on the floor open legged beside them, and then returning to more lap dancing.  She was there for at least 2 hours before they finally let her go.  They made a point of having her do, what even the most liberal dancer hesitated to in terms of grinding on them, they made a point of acting like she was property not person, ordering her about, and acting as though she should have no sense of space, pride or person. They also made a point of causing her pain for fun, between purple nurples and one of the guys actually deciding to pinch her pussy lips a few times before the bouncer told him enough.  It was that he actually insisted that she lean over and grab her ankles so he could do it.  It was that she failed to object to it even when she knew he was going to do it, and so clearly despised it, that she clearly dreaded doing it, yet presented as demanded, knowing that was why.   She was finally allowed to walk away it was already 1 am, and she was visibly sore.

I discovered that this particularly nasty table  - was a group of friends of including the friend my friend had wanted to check her out.  It turned out that he went back to the her to talk all about the experience they had with her.  They told her all about the fact of seen her dragged around on the leash, stripped, groped.  They also told her all about what they did to her.  She was telling me about it chapter and verse.   The thing that she thought was most interesting however was the impression that her friend had related to her, that this woman could not find the will to say no, nearly regardless. She told me they thought it was hilarious that they could tell her to lean over and present her pussy.  She said she had to admit, she knew that she was nearly shaking in fear before each pinch, she knew it had to be excrutiating, and yet she could not develop any sense of sympathy for her.  "Seriously, what kind of person presents their pussy lips to be pinched, when she is clearly horrified by it"  I told her - same kind of girl who presents her breasts to be tied - when she has no idea as to how long, same kind of girl that allows nipple clamps to be used as discipline - even when she hates them. and can be easily ordered to leave them alone, even when they are causing her overwhelming pain.   The same kind of girl who can be easily socially pressured into doing the most lurid nude modeling. 

I reminded her, this is a person who sees herself as a slave, who actually sees no as a horrible failure. who wants to blindly obey me, and I told her she should be obedient.  It is also important to remember I told her, she has a bunch of people around her ther who have a strong social view of her, and she knows it.   It is different I told her, when even the women in a place have already told her to not make a fucking scene when she looked uncomfortable because someone was twisting her nipples too hard.  It is different when all just know you are supposed to go along, until someone else stops it.  It is different when she knows that everybody kind of enjoys watching her suffer, when they all know she has been tied and abused for hours and proud of it. She smiled and said, sure I agree the social pressure would make it really hard, but sorry, I can't say that this changes any of it for me, allow yourself to get painted into that corner, and frankly I am going to find your pain an humiliation amusing as hell, just like everybody else.  

Had an interesting conversation with a female friend of mine, slave and myself. My friend had made a comment, that she understood the notion of being submissive, and being turned on by being obedient, but could not understand how she could bring herself to strip for bouncers etc. She could not understand how she could overcome the embarrassment of actually taking her clothes off. Well, slave had no issue explaining this. She asked her about stripping for a medical appointment - and of course she had, slave asked "embarrassing" answer "of course it was but, well, you have to. Heck it would be Embarrassing not to." The assertion followed immediately, that this was different. Slave asked, if she had ever wondered about nude modeling, Well, "yes", but well, that would be "embarrassing as hell", the follow question was nearly immediate however, "what if you had already signed up, and were at the class where you were to model? Would it not be embarrassing not to? You have a class counting on you, and told them that you would. Besides, at that point, you are not really a woman, expected to act as a woman, but a nude model, who is not supposed to be uncomfortable with it? Would it not be easier to be seen as a nude model, then?:" Of course my friend had to acknowledge that was probably true, then you were just doing what was expected of you. It would not be hard to be known as a nude model, really, she acknowledges, just mean you were less uptight.

Slave at this point made the strong point, that much of the social pressure, and embarrassment around this was how you were seen by others, because sure being nude, is embarrassing, but not being ready to be can be as well. She mentioned that I had made her do some work as a nude model when she was at school, and had insisted that she take an assignment at a local high school that the University based modelling group had a hard time keeping filled. She had presented to the University that she promised she would be one of the more flexible models they would have, at my insistence. She discovered that part of this was because the teacher pushed to have spread leg positions early, and of course, the University was using student models, with little experience. She said "while I probably found it just as embarrassing, I also had an emotional desire to be obedient, and a strong social pressure of having agreed to be, and as such a sense of my own self definition being in play." She said "each week, I would be humiliated and stuck having committed, each week I would screw myself up to go again, and be proud of myself for doing so.

Each week, I knew I was there to be embarrassed, humiliated and to get over it, to be more obedient. I knew that I was supposed to just do, and not question, and not being able to do that would be humiliating, feeling I had to, a huge turn on later, which of course was part of what made me work myself up every week". It was also that as she said, she did not really know that this particular modelling assignment was a lot more embarrassing than most. She discovered this after she had already been at least 6 times or 7 times, and frankly expected to just stick to it. She got a couple of other assignments at that point as well, where she was modeling at an adult studio, and one at the University, and it was somehow, much less raunchy, closed legged, demure positions, instead of leaning back legs open, or on all four etc. She also ended up going to the placement office, where she was thanked for sticking with the high school job, where it became clear, that no other model had gone more than twice, in the last few years.

My friend was sitting there starting to understand the sort of logic in the nude model thing. She essentially acknowledged that she had backed herself into a corner. Where she felt not returning would be embarrassing, and going meant she would be embarrassed sitting there open legged, or being on all four, so that the students could clearly see her sex, it was as she said, so they could clearly draw her inner and outer lips. It was made the even deeper trap, as she said, because the person at the University was aware of the reason other models would not return, for any other troubled assignment, because they already knew that she had kept going back to "the hardest assignment to fill" week after week, was huge, and worse, because she actually understood what had been said "I swear to god, that teacher tries to humiliate the models for fun" and frankly they thought she "lacked any sense of shame". She was after that, the model they would send, where others were uncomfortable. So as she told my friend, she was getting every gig, that they thought would scare off another model, and accepting ones, the University would have previously turned down, she also discovered, that she was being sold as "a more flexible model" and one where "not uptight about open positions." This was something that she discovered they were telling teachers and the studios when they were discussing models, along with the reality that she kept going back to the high school art class, where it was understood that he asked models to pose in lewd positions. She said, she was at the point where she could not really say no, was already in everyone's minds perfectly comfortable - so along she went. She understood that the model group committed to these jobs, based on the fact that she had not objected to the other, and were scheduled to meet her availability, how do you say no.  Especially when you have already agreed to be punished if you do.

Same idea, she said, as a slave, once you say you are, then what. It is that you go along, and everybody expects you to go along. It is humiliating to be stripped and abused, but if they already know you are a slave, and have already been told that you will go along? Once they strip you once, what do you say? She said even worse when your first instinct is to obey, and your second thought is to being obedient, and third to the consequence if you do not.  Once you are more than 30 seconds in, how do you turn back?  Once you are known for doing it, how do you not?  It gets even easier when you they know you will be punished for not going along. Once you have done it a few times, it gets to the point where it would be really awkward to not go along, especially when you are standing there barely dressed, in a locked on leash and collar, in obvious breast bondage, she told her.  Impossible when they already know you are a slave and you are in a bar full of people who do.  These are people who do think that you saying no is socially nuts, they also think that slapping, pinchings, spaking etc, are perfectly acceptable ways to get you to comply, and of course when they see you as a slave, and you see yourself as a slave, you think they have the right as well.  You could see my friend thinking about this.   

"I mean it is not exactly like you expect to have people respect you once they know you are a slave".  She mentioned the reality of how her own friend had flipped from thinking what was done to her was abuse, to abuse being essentially impossible.  She recounted the entire night in the bar, starting with the tit slap and loud comment on the subway.    My friend commented, "so basically, because you were already dressed like that, already had your tits in bondage, you couldn't say no".  The answer was "well, yeah the fact that my top had slave in huge lettering covering my tits, my tits looked like they were about the explode, and everybody could already see the welts on them, and my ass, well, would have made reacting awkward anyway, but, she also knew I was a slave, that was actually on my way out to be stripped, humiliated and caused pain, and would say nothing with others because of it, what ran through my head was frankly she had every right, I am in a car full of people that have already decided I deserve whatever happens to me, so well.... "I have the great escape of having the excuse of being a slave, so unless my owner objects, I am going along.   I mean if she had asked my permission - I guess I could have maybe mustered a no, depending how she asked. "   

My friend was very much interested in this mental perspective.  We ended up by talking a few days later about it, just her and I.  She asked about what say in what we did slave had, I told her, I basically had stopped asking, and just told her what to wear, what to do, and what was done, including the use of breast bondage, crop, clamps, belt etc, were just my whim . 

Having had the one experience with the Red Light District, it sat as stand out- in terms of how that couple of guys had treated her.  While she had been scared by it, the reality of the utter disregard for her as a person - turned her on. and more importantly I wanted to know if this would happen again.   Well we tried it once, and got little reaction, other than some wolf whistles. Well we let this go for quite some time.  We kept going out, she kept getting harassed in the bars, and of course more and more men, saw her, and understood what could be gotten away with.

Well we started going to a really sleazy bar, very close to the red light district.  We had in fact followed the nastiest of bouncers from our previous haunt over to a new bar he managed.  The bar was smaller and even seedier that his last one, and somehow the cops did not care, likely because it was the hangout of the vice squad.  However, the grabbing, and requirements to strip etc, that had been in the back office - moved to the open bar in this place. While the bar was smaller, the audience to the orders to strip the lap dances, and grabbing at bound breasts was much larger.   The reality of the bouncers presumptions was also greater. While he had long ordered her to do things, now in effect he barked those orders.  He was more comfortable because he was the manager, she even more reluctant  to question for the same reason. We had in effect slipped much further along the slippery slope, as she seemed to be unable to even question anything she had done in the past.  The bouncer, having done this in the back room, and now having only a tiny one, decided he would not worry about it.  It started off, in the new bar at the height of the worst in the old, what had been strictly back room became first night main room.  It took an hour or two, with him showing her off to the other staff, the other bouncers and telling them all about her. 

He started by grabbing her leash, talking about her as a slave, lifting her top to show her breast bondage, and then her bottom, to show her pantiless state, this of course while she was wearing a bottom that was only a half inch below her ass.  Her utter silence when he talked about her as a sex slave where both staff and customers could hear him made an impression on everyone, because he was talking about her in such clearly objectifying ways.  She of course having long acknowledged being a sex slave to basically everyone including herself, could not really say anything.  He made a point of being a little loud, and introducing her to some off duty vice cops.  The point was to make sure they all knew her, and what she was, he made a point of talking to them, with her there, with her leash in hand.  He made a point of showing them also her breast bondage and pantiless state.  He also made her strip for them in the middle of the bar,  He told her to strip right there at their table.   She of course, had no idea how to say no.  She was naked in nothing flat, and had him ordering her to turn around and grab her ankles and sway her ass, then turn around and present her tits, so they could feel them. he of course never did know her name (nor did he care I think) so he was constantly calling her slave.  It would of course be hard, given how she responded, to this to think that she was or even could be offended.  The vice cops, already dealing daily with prostitutes, were quite happy to think the worst of her.  They were quite happy to hear, slave, owner, and go with it, especially given how comfortable she clearly was being addressed and referred to as a slave.

The next time, and the time after, he made a point of barking orders at her, and had her stripped within 10 minutes of walking into the place.  This point, naturally the staff had all seen her strip on command the previous time, seen her stand there while he talked about how she was trained, how he had previously pinched her nipples, slapped her ass, and squeezed her tits till they bruised,  Of course there had been some questionning of the pinching and squeezing, especially by one the female staff.  So he approached me, and asked he could borrow her for a bit, walked  her over to another table, told her to strip, and then took her clothes, and put them in the small office, while he had one of the bouncers hold her leash. She just stood and watched him walking away with her outfit.  Then of course, it got radically worse.  He made a point of taking her over to the female waitress, who had doubted.  Asked her, what she was, and of course she said she was a slave, then made a point of grabbing both her breasts and squeezing them so hard that she had to wince and whine a little, and would clearly hurt like a bastard, and then pinched both her nipples really hard and pulled on and twisted them for good measure,  causing her to gasp, and then he asked, "have I done that before?"  of course she acknowledge "yes sir". "Why do you let me?"  of course "because I am a slave, and I was told to." That of course answered that, the waitress looked at her with a mix of disgust and amusement, she quickly looked at her as somehow both beneath contempt, and not deserving of any sympathy, she was very much like the stripper from the other bar, she would make a point of telling others what slave was.

Well that night was a bad one for her, because of course all this played out in front of a couple of dozen patrons, and she was walking around naked with her discolored breasts in bondage looking like balloons, with her leash hanging down between them. OF course the effect was open season on her tits.  Half the guys in the bar in effect copied the manager, with squeezes and pinches and twists, and he told her to keep criculating, so she did.  She had been walking around for about 40 minutes when he stopped her, told her to lean over and grab her ankles, when he proceeded to swat her ass solidly 4 times.  Of rourse after that she was swatted regularly for the rest of the evening.  This also set the tone and view of her in this bar, which we frequented about once a week for the next couple of months.  The tone did not change, except of course in that more people felt comfortable doing it to her.  She came home every week with a bruised nipples and tits and of course a red ass.   

The reality was that basically the people in the bar seemed to break into 2 broad categories 1)those who thought, she chose to be a slave and as such deserved no consideration, and 2) those who thought she was some kind thot who allowed herself to become a traded broken thing,  and frankly as such, she didn't deserve any consideration.  I talked to some of the people in the bar, all of who looked at her as basically entirely my property.   There was little concern, because that she had in effect removed herself from normal consideration was just assumed, it was more a question of how, direct or indirect choice on her part. Either way, as the one guy said to me, "she seems like a great pet".  I talked to a couple of guys and staff, and they all kind of looked at her like well, she needed to expect the abuse, if she was going to come back like that.

Well, one night, I told her that I was going to have her walk the strip of the red light district again. again, no leash, but collar, breast bondage under a tight top, and wearing a really short, open sided skirt.   Well, now there were many more people that drove the red light strip, that had seen her in the bar.  The results were well to say the least, degrading and painful.  She got called over, and by "SLAVE" a bunch of times, and they were not quiet about it.  These guys went beyond just grabbing her tits by grabbing her top, they pulled her top up to grab her tits, they pulled up her bottom, they generally treated her, like she could be treated like dirt and abused and humiliated without consideration. They also made a show of squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples and swatting her ass, right there on the sidewalk.

Well, having been in a particular mood when my friend asked me again about introducing his friend to my slave as a slave.  I found this to be a marvelous idea, for some reason.  I could see no reason why we should not do this.  I had committed to going out with another friend for dinner, and had planned on leaving her at home, well I thought there was no point in that, she could spend the evening at my friends instead.  

Well I told her, that this would be bar rules and then some.  She should not embarass myself or my friend, as I told her, he had made a real point of the fact that she was a slave.  You make sure you do what you are told, keep quiet, be as servile as possible and let them do what they want to.  I told my friend - what I had told the bouncers, a little pain, grabing, touching, pinching, spanking, squeezing, humiliation, and nudity are fine, just no sex.  I also told him that I had told her that she was to be obedient.   I agreed I would drop her off by 7 and would likely be back to pick her up at the end of the evening - like sometime after midnight. I wanted to make sure that everybody started out with the right frame of mind. I put her in really tight breast bondage - using cable ties,  making sure it would be sore, and colorful, and tight enough it woud be really hard to remove without cutting, locked a leash and collar on her, and then had her put on  tank top that was just long enough to cover her ass.  I reminded her as I was walking her up to my friends building, that she was a slave, and was to make sure that nobody was disappointed and there was no fuss on her account. I had asked that he meet us at the door, so I could get going.  Well when my friend saw her, he was most appreciative, especially since I was there about 45 minutes early.  He seemed quite happy to see her, she seemed a little concerned.  However I was in one of those moods, where I was very happy to see her uncomfortable.  I handed him her leash and was off to diner, I could see he seemed quite happy to have her leash, as he was leading her back to the elevator.  He had her walk a little in front of him for a minute, and he checked out her outfit, then lifted the back up, which of course exposed her ass.  She did what she did best - what she was told and kept walking.

 Anyway it seemed like everyone had a reasonably good time.  He had 6 male friends, and a couple of their girlfriends had tagged along. It was as she said remarkably close to being in the back room in the bar.  She was dressed in a way that made it clear to anyone what she was.  The only person she really knew, already knew she was a slave,and everyone else had been told, so she felt like they all expected her to just go along with whatever anyway.  She told me that she if saw someone done up like herself, she would pretty much be making assumptions anyway. He had waited for everyone to get there, having her get people drinks etc. before he actually had her strip or actually introduced her formally. Guys had looked up her bottoms before that, even lifted it, and grabbed her breasts and even squeezed her breasts. She said done up that way it basically an invitation, and it was not like she was allowed to say anything.  However once introduced it was as she said a lot more aggressive. Guys went from thinking they could get away with a grab to knowing she would just take hard squeezes, from doing it to see, to doing it to cause pain and seee a reaction.  The couple of women watched happily

I had an interesting conversation with my slave the other day.  I had not really thought about asking her what she wanted to wear, or do frankly in quite a long time.  I found myself asking her if she wanted to pick out her own clothes, she looked a little uncomfortable, so I asked if she prefered I pick, and she noted that she prefered that I pick, it would be "more appropriate".  When we started talking further, it became very clear that she felt that she did not really think she should be making decisions like this, and whether she was decent, or otherwise was entirely up to me, she could pick, but would want my "guidance".  I found myself quietly exploring the issues around this, and realized that she had basically defined herself around being a slave.  She not only accepted punishment, but welcomed it, as it made being obedient easier.  She also felt it was incredibly important to not only be submissive, but subservient, and unquestioning.  She had basically made a mission of being the most obedient, subservient, unquestioning slave she could be, more so than anybody.  She basically "did not want me thinking about what she wanted or liked".  

Now it seemed to me, that she had raised this to a level of dependence, she had in essence defined herself entirely as "slave".  This is something that a few of my friends, and her former friends had fully accepted.  The combination, where everybody we hung out with saw her as a "slave" and the fact that she saw herself that way, I realised would make having a more colored relationship harder.I also realised - we had bought very little in the way of "normal"clothing for her in a long time.  She typically only had them on, when we were visiting my or her parents (we had been at her parents a couple of weeks earlier, and her "person" clothes were still in the bag).  She had not worn clothes she had really selected other than this in a couple of years.

Now this of course also meant that for me, as I am listening to this, and realizing that she was frankly fine with me causing her pain and humiliating her - as long as I was having fun.  She also had no real objection to having other people treat her the same way, as long as I was ok with it. She told me point blank - that in her mind I was her owner, not her boyfriend.  This led to me having  a discussion with a couple of my friends, and oddly enough, they see her as my slave, and not my girlfriend. They told me point blank, that it would seem odd to see her as anything else.  They said, they could not imagine having a normal relationship with her, having seen her nude, tied up, having had her serve them beer etc, at the least they said, seeing her as a regular woman, would be extremely uncomfortable. As it was, well, expecting to get them beer, and stare openly at her was totally comfortable.  They also pointed out that they had pictures of her at home.  One in particular, that he had with welts on her ass and breasts, and many pictures of her gagged, in breast bondage etc., even a few in public with her wearing next to nothing, and in a few, on a leash.  A couple told me, they really liked the pictures they had, but it would be really awkward if they were to see her in another light.  Seeing her and having pictures of her in painful and degrading situations is just fine, that their friends see those pictures, when she is a slave.  Kind of awkward, when she is a regular person

When I talked to her again, she made the same point, how could she possibly look at somebody as an equal, in front of whom she had kow towed, been stripped, beaten, who knew how she was exposed etc.  She brought up the fact that she had been stripped, tied, beaten and molested in front of my friends, fine for a slave, but how do you look at each other, as anything but.  As she put it, yes they see me as a slave, and look at me like a total object, but well, we are both used to it. Besides, the social situation could not be simpler, as she put it, right now she just does what she is told, and doesn't worry about anything, and they don't worry about how she feels, which she thought was a lot better and simpler.  Of course, this greatly reinforced the position of one of her "friends" for me, what she thought really was not that pertinent, because she quite literally wanted no opinion. She basically told me that the simplest view was that of her friend, that was basically she was property, and deserved no consideration, that way she claimed I could make myself happy.  

Well one of my friends asked me a couple of weeks later to bring her over, and he asked me to bring her the same way I did to the bar.  He wanted to prove to his friend that there really were slaves out there, and he had told his friend how she had been treated in the bar.

What I have found interesting, is that in her submission, there is actually a strong pride.  She has managed to somehow get herself into a headspace where her own self worth is tied up with being obedient.  She seems now to have lost her normal person concerns about being humiliated.  The only thing she finds embarrassing it seems now, is conceeding that she has limits.

The interesting thing, is that as a consequence, she does not want to admit to them, and I guess that means I can keep pushing.  The sad thing is that of course, she knows that she is expected to take what is dished out by some others as well, depending on the circumstances. I wonder at how she would react if someone did break her limits.  I am not really sure she would know how to react.  Nor am I entirely sure what hard limits really are at this juncture, as she seems to have decided to see if she can simply not say no.  This is going to end up being hard for her, as she is often in situations that to say no she would have to do so forcefully, and before she is gagged.  

I am at the point now where I have not actually asked if she wants to do something or wear something for a long time.  I pick her clothes without any reference to her, and have been known to ask others what they think instead, including the sales people and taylors. The sales people at our local bondage shop seem to be extremely happy to deal with her.  Not only do they happily put things on her that I ask about, without any reference to her anymore, assuming that they can try it on.  On a couple of occassions one of the clerks has asked me if they minded if they used her to show off something.  This of course started because she acknowledged being a slave, and had refered to things being up to me one too many times.  So while tightening a corset the sales person kept going, asking me a couple of times if it was tight enough.  I have has also been asked to have her model some stuff for other customers.  Including a gag hood combo, and arm binders.

The funny thing is, she dug herself in deeper, where she has openly refered to me as her owner, in many other places too,  such that people felt all the more comfortable asking only me and objectifying her.  This was particularly apparent with a couple of waitress and strippers in a club we went into only a couple of times, because they were close by when because of the way she was dressed she was stopped and asked for a dance, and she told the guys they would have to ask her owner.  While she still had her collar on, the bouncers at this place had asked I remove her leash, so it had been less obvious what she was.  The stripper picked up on this and ran.  The three of them, made a point of stopping her and talking to her about what she meant by that.  Which of course led to her telling them she was a full time total power exchange slave, which led to a ton of other questions most of which, led them to have less than no sympathy for her.  This especially when she told them, she had come there on a leash locked onto her locked collar, they asked her about her sex life and experiences, and when they heard what we did, and what was done to her, and that it was obvious she blindly and happily accepted treatment they would find horrible, they lost all consideration, when they heard about how she was used, disciplined and publicly treated 

I was going out with slave, in a low cut short tank top {covered her nipples with about an inch to spare, and the bottom of her ass with less.  it was white, thin and tight  tank top with "slave" in 3 inch letters right accross the bottom of her tits, in breast bondage, and on a leash and collar.  I had made a point of making  her breast bondage extremely tight using a cable tie and had gotten a jumbo tightening tool for them.  I had pulled it to until it looked like it would pull through her skin.  The area around the base of her breasts was red, and her breasts darkened quickly.  I cut off the excess, and had her throw on the top.

She frankly looked obscene. I locked her collar and leash on, and got ready myself.  I looked at her tits before we left and they looked like they would get really sore, but not fall off or anything.  I knew within the hour they would hurt like hell, but what the heck.  Now to make things more interesting she still had marks on her ass, legs and breasts from a whipping the previous day.  I could not help myself, I had her take the top off again, and got out the crop as it leaves nicer welts.  I struck the area of her breasts that I knew would be visible.  Then had her put her top back on.  I had 4 really nice welts on each breast, which looked even worse because of the bondage.

People pointed at her like she was a dog or something and talked about how her tits looked, and how she must be a real slut etc, however no sympathy again.  This time while on the subway we ran into the friend who had thought what I did was abuse.   She looked her over and basically said right on, that looks really hot, have fun, and actually slapped both her tits.  "Slaves deserve whatever they get. I hope that hurts like hell."  Slave looked at the floor having totally failed to react. She came to me and said, you know what, you were right, if you sign up to dress like that in public, and do that much of what you are told, hey too bad your pain don't count.  When you put yourself in a position where everybody sees you like a toy, and you refuse to object, then there is no reason not to take advantage.  Of course for me this was amusing.  She had shifted from our play was abusive, to it was in essence impossible to abuse her. She also told me she would love to see her beaten some time.

She asked me where I was headed, I told her, I had been planning on taking her to the regular strip club.  However, I told her they had all settled in to the routine.   She suggested that she knew a dive of a bar that was not a strip club, where we could go, that would probably not make a big deal. She also said there was a few of guys that would love to see her she knew. She also told me that one was a guy who she used to go out with, that would really love to see this.  Anyway I thought it sounded interesting.  She quickly made a couple of phone calls, and off we went.  She was right it was a bit of a dive, but the bar was clearly open minded, mostly male bar.  She also had lined up about 8 guys that all really wanted to see this slave. It turned out to be the "worst" night from slave's perspective. The manager asked "what the hell is she?" from half way across the bar, and was promptly told "a slave" by her friend. She then asked him, "do you mind if later, if we have her show a little, and maybe strip?".    He looked at us, and then the rest of the bar that could clearly hear the conversation, answered for him, that "hey strip her".  The manager kind of threw up his arms and said "hey I got no problem, and I guess everybody else is in right?". You could tell her friend was going way out her way to humiliate and degrade her.

It was about this point that her friends showed up, they came in two groups, and a total of nine guys. She was quite the hit with them.  I gather that her ex had always been a little grabby, and of course now he was no different.  Of course what made this awkward for slave was that these were people she knew from before.  People who had never seen her wear much provocative, let alone this. That is barely dressed, with clearly abused breasts in tight bondage, looking like property, and a top that labelled her so.  The "friend" decided she should go get us all drinks, and sent her up to do that.  Of course she was trapsing up leash and collar still attached, actually carrying the cash (no purse) and had to make 3 trips.  On her second trip one of the guys sitting at the bar grabbed her ass, of course she said nothing.  Next trip he grabbed her tits. Needless to say it went from there.  She had her ass slapped, and her nipples pinched, and then her entire breasts squeezed really hard.  The thing is that to make it worse, a woman came over slapped her breasts as well, then grabbed and pinched and twisted both of her nipples, as hard as she could.  Slave just stood there, and took it, you could see the pain in her face, and she even started to cry a little but she did nothing.  It was not a surprise, but nobody in our group seemed to be feeling sorry for her.  Her ex, and friend basically made some comment with regards to how interesting it was that this did not seem inappropriate.  It was that this group was also treating her just as badly or worse as the guys at the bar. It was also that the degree to which they objectified her rose exponentially with every passing moment, this was a good portion of the men in her previous friend group, and here she was looking and acting like property not person.  They got comfortable shortly after that woman pinched the hell of her nipples, grabbing her tits, and slapping her ass.  It was also that they had no problem doing it aggresively. 

It took little time before they were actually talking about her - with her right there like she was an object not a person.  This of course got more progressively more so, over the course of the night, as did the absolute expectation of being able to just tell her what to do.  To the point they were openly talking about her in the same way the bouncer did in the bar, which was a way they would not talk about a stripper, when she was in ear shot. They were also sending her up - to get their drinks totally nude, and one drink at a time, knowing how she would be getting badly gropped every time, and doing the same themselves when she got back.  Since there was total of 11 of us, and staff decided they were good with her going, she made dozens of trips, and of course the rest of the bar was talking about her in equally objectifying ways, because they were.  She told me, this was way harder than being at the strip club, because these were guys she used to talk to all the time.  She told me, it was not the way the rest of the patrons treated her that was tough, even the woman who slapped her tits, was no big deal she was used to that, even the strangers feeling entitled to a feel, just part of being out as a slave.  However she told me, being treated like an object by the people that were her friends, that was both deeply humiliating and  a larger turn on.  She told me, she had no idea how to not go along, and thinking about it exciting, she was also very aware that she had just very much locked herself in- with that set of friends.

1-Slave is past really thinking, she takes very little responsibility for herself. She basically does what she is told with virtually no argument.

2-Everybody at the bar, and couple of my friends fully accept this, and of course think that she either enjoys it all, or it really doesn't matter, because whatever, she is not really a normal person who deserves the normal protections or consideration.

I told her I was going to tie her up for the evening while I went out. I made sure she went to the bathroom, then I told her to come over to get her tits tied, she cooperated while I put leather cuffs on and chained her arms behind her back and  put a head harness on which has a large gag in her mouth and large blindfold patches. Even when I was attaching the spreader bar, and making her lie face down on the floor she did nothing to resist. I then pulled her legs up using the spreader and attached that back to the same chain her arms were on, which was attached to her collar. To pull her legs back she had to choke herself. I then put a couple of large pillows under her knees, to make sure more of her weight was on her breasts.

Of course all of this was locked in place, as this was my habit. I then went out, for an unknown (to both of us) time. I was meeting a friend for dinner, a movie and maybe a couple of drinks. He was driving, and then we were taking the subway. He was coming to my place first. He was supposed to be there by 6:00, so I made sure she was all tied and ready by 5:30. He ended up being about ½ an hour late.

He asked me as we were leaving what I was doing with her or what she was doing. I told him that she was tied up, and he said nothing. Well we were out for about 6 hours, getting home between 12:30 and 1. We had been at my place for about 10 minutes when he commented on the fact that she was not around, I told him that she was still tied up.

He looked at me and smiled, you do mean literally don't you. I told him of course, do you want to look. He told me he had a camera in the car, if I didn't mind. So off he went. Well we walked in to find her in exactly the same position. You could see from the big wet spot on the carpet that she had drooled a lot, and that her breasts would have to be in tremendous pain. Yet when we walked in and she could hear us talking there was no comment or objection. He took a couple of pictures of her from the side, and from between her crotch. I then removed the spreader bar chain, so we could stand her up, and he got more pictures from all around. I was really turned on by the fact that she was clearly in real pain and saying nothing. I was also feeling like wanting to show off. I suggested he feel her breasts. Which he did, he also squeezed them, and even pinched her nipples. She jumped from the pain, and even whined but did nothing to resist (not that she could). Well I suggested that she could probably use a quick beating, and started to take my belt off, and he watched intently as I told her to kneel down face on the floor. I then struck ass her about 10 times with my belt. He suggested we do her tits. He was really interested, however, no indication that he thought we should be getting permission or anything else. I indulged him, and had her lie on her back on the bed, while I struck each breast 5 times.  She was a whining crying mess when I was done. Yet he at no point wanted to see me stop. Afterwards, when I untied her, locked a leash on her collar she said nothing, and quietly got us some pop, while he waited to sober up enough to be able to drive. He of course had no problem staring at her well-lined ass, and tits.

Couple of weeks later we were out at the bar, a bouncer grabbed her leash and led her over to a table of 6, which supposedly was mostly off duty police officers. They clearly had been at the club before and had heard about her, likely seen, her, but were now curious. He told them point blank she was a slave, pointed out her breast bondage, actually grabbing and lifting her top in the middle of the bar to show it off. He also lifted her bottom to show off her pantyless state. He told them that they could hold on to her for a while, have her strip, feel her up, grab her tits, her owner doesn't mind, just no sex. Well, they took him at his word. They quickly had her standing there totally nude, except her leash collar and breast bondage. They were grabby as hell, and had her doubled over, slapped her ass, pinched her nipples, and kneaded her breasts. They also had her give each of them a lap dance. She of course was doing her best to get them off, so they would leave her breasts alone. Of course after the 1st dance they all wanted a second one and then a third, and they were all doing the things you can't with a stripper, i.e. grabbing, pinching, slapping spanking etc. The bouncer came over to talk to me, and wanted to make sure that this would be ok for a while longer. Well she spent over an hour at that table. By the end her breasts had been thoroughly mauled, and her clothes had been taken back to the office. Which she was told she could get back whenever I asked. Meantime she had to walk around her breasts in bondage with a leash dangling down between them if somebody did not actually have a hold of it.

Had an interesting conversation with one of her friends over beers one night.  She had known her for quite sometime, a couple of years before we had started dating, and she made a comment about the idea that she thought that I was abusing her.  She told me that making her go out near nude, breasts in bondage, leash and collar was painful, exploitative and degrading. 

I told her that this was basically the idea, but was not sure how she could call that abuse.  I pointed out that she wanted to be a slave, and owned, and that would mean that she was not exactly going to be treated as an equal. She seemed unhappy about the idea of her being subject to all that "abuse".  When I asked my slave if she liked being owned, the answer a strong yes, do you think it what is required of you is painful and degrading?  Yes, but it is part of being a slave.  I carried on, as I could tell it made her uncomfortable.I think the idea, is that I am supposed to please myself, and the very fact that she is made to do things is the turn on.  If she takes being a slave seriously, which she does, she will be focused on being obedient, and that is somehow fulfilling. Besides, this way she knows she is always making people happy.  

It got kind of interesting, because it was clear that she needed to adjust her thinking, and I wanted to get her reactions.  We walked through a whole bunch of the things that had happened.  I could see that she was shocked, and that it was rapidly changing the way she saw my slave.  At the end after we went through the one incident where the guys had actually slapped her tits,and where she got them grabbed on a public street in the red light district, and realized that she had been neither mad or upset, although perhaps a "little" turned on.  The challenge was to get her head around the idea that she would do what she was told and enjoy it.  That the fact that she could take it, and had "no choice" was a huge turn on.  When slave reiterated that she liked being a slave, and that this was all part of it, she was shaking her head.  When slave made a further comment about being owned meant that nothing was on her or up to her.  I could see the light really go on, the idea that she could see herself as owned had not occurred to her.  Somehow, that made it ok. 

Her reaction however, was almost like a light switch.  If she was going to act like property, she should be treated as such. Basically a fuck her then, I don't  give a shit what you do to her.  If she is crazy enough to want to be owned, I guess, you can't really call it abuse.  Now she was fine with just about anything, including the idea of discipline to make her do more.  She seemed to see it as more of a yes no thing, you were property, then you dealt with what your owner felt like, or you were not property then fine.  She was suddenly actually enthusiastic about seeing her in a leash and collar, in breast bondage even wanted to try the nipple clamps on her.  She also acknowledged that it is hard to see it as abusive, when someone pushed a girl wearing a leash and collar that they know is a slave.  Of course slave, really does see that normal rules do not apply to her.  Someone slapping her ass, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipple is not abuse, assault or whatever, it is just the natural consequence of being  slave.  Hard to argue when you are on a leash and in breast bondage. 

In an effort to find something that would actually cause a little discomfort and humiliation for her and a reaction from others, I decided that she should walk up the main street of the local red light district. I had her wear an open sided skirt, a tight cotton top, her collar, and breast bondage.  In fact we were on our way home from a night out, so I removed her leash, as I thought this would be a little too risky in such an area.

Now the plan was that I would position myself so that I could watch her the entire time, however, I could not find any parking, so I ended up about a mile up the way.  Anyway I was a little too far up the street.  Now I expected it to take her a while to make her way up the street, as I knew she would be asked about her services, and I had not told her what to do, but hinted at bar rules.  So I knew she would be struggling a little, however, it was late enough that the street was not busy (2:30 am or so), however, virtually all the traffic was those looking for fun, either looking at the working girls or looking to hire.  What I noticed on the drive up, was that she was less dressed than most of the working girls, especially given how her short skirt having open sides making it clear she had no panties or even g-string.  The combination of collar, breast bondage and the fact that she was walking it seemed made it clear to most, including the working girls and others that she was not one of them.

However, while lots of guys gawked commented and cat called, in a way the hookers were not, one car with a couple of guys decided to call her over.  They clearly saw her as being fair game, seeming not a working girl, but collar breast bondage and open sided skirt making her a safe target.  She was just used enough to obeying that she walked over as directed.  When she got there and leaned over a little to talk, the guy on the passenger side grabbed her bound breasts. She could not easily pull away, partially because he had hold of her breasts in a very tight squeeze, partly because he in effect also had her top.  Of course, she did not scream, or curse the guy, in part I suspect because she heard bar rules, and in her mind they had every right so she was stuck, until a cab came along and scared the guys away. In the meantime, she had her breasts and nipples mercilessly squeezed and pinched.

She managed to make the rest of the trip without difficulty after about  10 minutes sitting in the back of the cab, the driver haven taken pity on her.  He knew the working girls, so of course asked what she was doing walking up the strip like that.  She had to explain what she was doing and why. The told him she was a slave and her orders to the cabby who picked her up, So the cabby probably enjoyed that, she told me he certainly looked her up and down. and she accepted his commentary about being a fun toy, that he wished he owned her.  Which led to the time in the cab being filled by answering his curiosity about her, where it seems she was quite forthcoming. 

He asked generally about her public and private experience as a slave, where she was very open about being led about on the leash, gropped and harassed and required to strip and dirty dance, crawl around etc by bouncers, kissing my feet in the bar, and being made to reveal herself etc.  She told him about taking pizza delivery basically nude, in breast bondage and cuffed.  She also made clear how her slavery extended into the home, being tied up, gagged, put in really tight breast bondage, and made to lie face down, and being fucked in the ass, then then being left for hours laying on her bound breasts, before it being done again.  She told him she was never allowed to wear anything that closed between her legs at home - or whenever we went out, rarely anything longer than an inch below her vagina, how use was whenever. wherever I wanted.   She also acknowledged to the cabby she wanted to be owned that while she didn't always like everything done, she loved that she had to.  She loved being looked at and treated like a slave.  She was pretty clear she knew she was not, could not be respected by the guys in the bar. 

The cabby asked her about the incident he just broke up, she again confirmed she had not said anything because she was a slave,was so used it the bar. She told him she did not see herself as having the right to fight back or object.  He asked "what about the pain" which of course she smiled at - and acknowledged that yeah hurt lots, but I am always just supposed to  take that.  I am not to allow sex, but, otherwise I have been told to obey.  So,  I do what I am told, and take what is dished, like usual. She was a slave and those were her orders.  She acknowledged that had he not scared them off - it would have continued until he got bored, his friend had a go, he got bored - and they left. 

At this point she figured she needed to get going, but he held her up for a couple of minutes. He asked her "If I do that?" She told him her orders applied to him .   So naturally he told her to present her tits, and of course she did. He groped her tits,  commented on their color and how hard they were.  He then went to squeeze them, clearly to see her reaction, squeezing very hard, after she failed to react early.  When she was clearly showing her pain, he looked at her and said, "so you are going to just let me keep doing this?" She nodded, so he let her go, and told her to move her ass forward lean back spread her legs wide open so he could see her pussy and hold her top up, which of course she did.  She was doing this in the back of a cab and he knew - anyone who wanted to could see.  He asked her if that was humiliating, and she acknowledged it was, but was pretty sure that was part of the point, just like the hard squeezing was meant to hurt.   He asked her if she was not scared, with regards to the rest of the walk, that happening again or worse and she nodded but said "slave with orders".  She was then allowed to get out of the cab.  It seems he made some comment about her being quite the piece of property, and that he wished he owned her, and it being too bad she was not to allow sex as he watched her start to walk up the street.

  When she finally came to where I was waiting I had gotten a little concerned, and as she explained what happened, I was both concerned, and I had to admit a little turned on by her predicament. Both her breasts were bruised when his fingers had dug in and around the base where the cable tie was, and both her nipples were in pain.

Later, I was amazed she was not angry, and actually commented honestly when she gave me hard time "I'm glad my pain turns you on." I saw no indication on her part that the entire incident had upset her at all, in seemed as though it threw me more than her. When I asked her about a lack of cursing, screaming etc, she told me that she didn't think of, rather do it, because it was not allowed. She had spent a good 5 minutes in grave danger, and in what must have been quite a lot of pain, but not considered breaking her role.

I had a short conversation with my slave the other night.  I told her there was a bar that had open try out for strippers, basically strip for the night, if we approve you.  I knew the bar to be one of the bars that tended to allow dirtier dancing, and had grabbier customers.  It was one a lot of the strippers didn't like to work.  I told her she was going to try out, she wanted to balk, but I reminded her she was my slave, and that she was going to try this.  Since she takes being a slave quite seriously, she said nothing.  I told her I would send her in, make sure she was set-up, and then go out for a bit. 

That night I picked out 2 outfits, or rather 3 pieces of clothing, 1 tight thin white tank top that just covered her ass, and a g-string, and small short tank top that sort of covered her breasts.   She would wear the larger tank top there and back, the rest would be for stripping, and to be worn only in the bar.  I dropped her off accross the street and told her I would check on her in 1/2 an hour sent her in with that plus an id and an empty little purse, that was it.  When I came back in half an hour she came over, she had been okd by the manager after she had stripped for him. I had her dance for me.  I told her she had to dance really close, and even scrape her nipple accross me, dance as dirty as the dirtiest. I then told her I would be back in a couple of hours, and again at the end of the night 5 hours after that.  I had already talked to a friend and I was going to meet him at a really nice pub restaurant.  I had dropped her off about 4:00 pm, and came back around at about 8:30.  She had drawn a bit a following it seemed, as she was dancing close, and not saying anything when guys touched her.  She made her way over to me as soon as she could when I got there, and I asked how it was going.  She told me that it was embarrassing, and she had had more than a few guys grab her breasts and ass. I told her that was fine.  I asked her for the money she had made, and she reached into her purse and gave it to me.  I was happy as it was over two hundred dollars . I quickly pocketed it, and smiled at her, pays for dinner I told her. 

I picked him up, and I told him that the evening was on me, and I told what she was doing.  He had never really got our relationship, but was shaking his head.  He smiled and told me "so she is paying", and I reminded him that she was my property, so I would and should receive the money from this particular exploitation. He was amused, and by the time we were done, it was nearly 12:40 am, and I had no time to drop him off before I picked her up.  As it was she came out a couple of minutes after we got there. I was parked across the street as I told her I would be.  Of course she was dressed as she had been told to, carrying the outfit she had used for stripping in her hand.  Now for the most part, he is quite conservative, and as a consequence had not seen her in outfit quite this small, or that made it quite so clear that there was nothing underneath.  I had warned him, that she would be so dressed.  She noticed him in the car, and proceeded to enter through the back door. She had before his eyes just walked across the street, in front of a lot of people on a fairly busy street.  Further, her outfit was not long enough to actually cover her privates fully when she sat down.  I suspect that she was more comfortable with this display that he was, as she had the excuse in both their minds at this point that she was a slave and they both knew she was wearing exactly what she had been told to wear. I collected the money from her at this point, which was a couple hundred more.  

I asked him if he wanted to do something else or go straight home,  we ended up going back to his place, and staying there for a couple of hours.  She of course had nothing else to wear and was not about to say a darned thing. When he offered us a beer, I told her she was driving, and him that she could get them. I think the whole evening kind of changed his view on her.  He had always kind of been amused at the idea of a slave, but had not really seen it as a practical thing.  Even he had to admit that being served was cool.  Also knowing that I had her stripping and running around dressed like that made him less conscious about staring at her.  A couple of weeks later we did essentially the same thing except we dropped in on her, and had her give him several dances.

It would seem that public expectations of behaviour and treatment of others, is not consistent.  We still have room in our hearts and minds for the ownership of others. I find that people have little trouble seeing a woman being paraded around on leash and collar, and acting like a piece of property.  I decided one day to load her into the trunk of the car, and did this quite deliberately after exiting the club and walking around the corner to our car, in full view of a small group of people talking on the corner.

This included about 5 guys and a couple of women, who had stopped as we walked by, and continued to watch the show.  She was as normal on locked leash and collar, and wearing a tight short skirt, and tight top, that clearly showed her breast bondage.  At this point she was walking as normal on very good heel about 1 step behind me. She looked down as she walked by, and did not make eye contact with anyone.  However, there was no indication of any concern in anyone's reaction, as we walked by, or even, as I opened the trunk and told her to get in. They watched in amusement, including the women. There was actually a giggle, when she exposed herself getting into the trunk, which became a full laugh, when I swatted her ass, before she laid down in the trunk. When I stopped at the corner stop sign, they asked me if I "rented or owned".  They were laughing harder when I said owned.  The clear expectation was that she was either a hooker, or slave.  Oddly enough though there was no concern with regards to either.  The only comment I got back was she seemed very well trained, and that was from one of the women.  This comment of course led to a general laugh, and I was merely told, "well I am sure you will have fun", at which they all laughed again.   You could tell they were all amused at what they perceived to be her situation.  The tone in their voices made it clear that they expected her to be taken wherever, and used and abused.  However, this was really amusing, not worrisome.   

Clearly she had fallen into that space of other, that is not really a person. The interesting thing for me, is that this has always seemed to be the general reaction.  I have noted the same thing in the red light district with regards to the treatment of hookers by their pimps, except with her it was to a greater degree.  Fortunately, she herself is not troubled by this view of her, and has really allowed herself to fall into a very similar self perception, and is very happy being and being seen as my property, even seems to encourage others to view her that way.   I can happily swat her ass, pinch her nipples or even squeeze her bound breasts in public without any comment from others, even when her reaction is such that it clearly causes pain, because she acts like it is my right. I swat her ass regularly, and I have pinched her nipples many times in public, and even by accident in front of police a couple of times, and never received any negative feedback.  Given she acts like she is owned, they are happy to view her that way

One of the interesting things about dealing with a woman who thinks of herself as a slave is that there are few times you will get an argument.  The best is that you can get what you want even when it is ridiculous.  For instance one night I came back from the bar with her having been in breast bondage for hours, and rather than release this, I proceeded to lock her hands behind her neck, gag her with a big ball gag, and then ordered her to lie face down on her swollen and very sore tits.  I then proceeded to pound her up the ass while squeezing, and kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples.  

You would think at this point that as a reasonable person I would release her, however, I did not feel like it, so I decided to have a shower, and watch a little tv.  After an hour or so, I came back and did it again, although this time it took a long time, of very aggressive sex before I came. I could tell she was in considerable pain, but I was having fun.

 When it was all done, and after I had another shower, I untied her, and removed the breast bondage. Oddly enough, although her breasts clearly hurt, and her breasts and ass  were sore for days, she did not complain, or say it was unreasonable.

I have had some fun with a training regime, that is based entirely on hand signals.  The idea being to create a set of hand signals, so that I can direct her without saying a word.  A single finger pointed down, meaning to kiss my feet, staying down until I gave the leash a pull, 2 fingers pointed down means to sit on her haunches, knees together if the fingers are together, spread if they are spread. Heel, a flat palm to my hip, sit normally is flat palm moving downward. In all cases she was not to look up or try to make eye contact with me or anybody.  She was both eager to please, and afraid she would not be able to obey.  I suggested a little discipline would solve that.  

I found it fun to have her run through the signals.  I also set up a fairly standard discipline regime.  Every time she refused, it would be 10 minutes of nipple clamps (per offense), hesitation is 5 minutes, and missing a signal is 2 minutes.  I ran through the signals for a couple of weeks everyday.  At first she was a little slow and missed a few, I would tally up the time, and apply the nipple clamps accordingly.  The first day, she didn't like the idea of kissing my feet at this direction so she refused once and hesitated a couple of times, she also hesitated on the open leg sit a couple of times.  I of course made her wear the nipple clamps full force for the 1/2 hour.  The next day she only hesitated a couple of times, again on the foot kiss, but 10 minutes of clamping was forthcoming.  I wanted to get to the point that there would be no thought involved.

After a few days of no hesitations, I decided to go more public, and try it outside.  I was leading her down the street, and pointed down, she gave a look, as there were many people around who had clearly seen the signal.  I waited a few minutes, made sure lots of people were looking, and did a split 2 finger, and again she refused.  I waited a few more minutes, and did a together down, and this time she hesitated but complied. I decided to try the 2 finger split again about 10 minutes later, and she again could not bring herself to do it. I was both irritated and amused, as she was not complying.  For fun I did the single down, when we were walking accross a park, and she looked around, and then did it.  I followed up a few minutes later with a split 2 finger, which drew a similar reaction.When we got home, I told her I was disappointed, and promptly applied her punishment, 45 minutes of continuous nipple clamping.  I tied her arms behind her back high enough to hurt, inserted a large ball gag and applied the nipple clamps.  After a few minutes tears were streaming down her cheeks, as her nipples were still sore from the previous punishments.  I pointed out that as a slave it was not up to her to determine how she would be directed, and told her I found it a little embarassing to be refused that way.  For this I cropped her ass 10 times each side.  

We proceeded with the same routine the next day, and she only hesistated on the kiss twice, and once on the spread leg sit, and once she stopped kissing early.  I insisted on each 4 times to make sure she would comply. So this time only 20 minutes of nipple clamps.  The next day, she was almost perfect, again a couple of early stops to kissing, so 10 minutes. The next day she followed totally.   She was also very proud of her compliance.  A couple of more days, and you could see she was not even thinking about it anymore.  To make sure I made her kiss my feet in front of tons of people outside a nightclub.  I rotated through a couple of cycles of kiss, and spread leg sit.  I made sure that lots of people saw the yank on the leash, and the next signal, and back again.  I was really enjoying the reaction.  A couple of couples, noticed, and walked over to talk.  I could hear a bunch of other people talking about her, "he just pointed down and she went down, and started kissing his feet"  The couples walked up, and one of the guys looked at her and asked point blank, "so what is up with her", and the woman with him said "or do you mean it" in a really amused way.  At this point she was still kneeling on the ground legs spread, looking slightly down.  She did not react, maintaining excellent discipline. I could see she had gotten into the required head space. They were really curious about her, but were also very clearly objectifying her.  I told them very matter of factly that she was my slave, and this was something I had been working on for a while.  I walked her trough her signals, together, open, kiss, heel, as I walked her around a little, and went back through the signals. This with the other curious couple and a mixed crowd of dozens looking on.I could hear people talking about her, how she was trained like a dog, and what a cool pet.

 It was about the reaction I was looking for, and a further loss of status for her. She clearly accepted it, and was even slightly proud of the fact that she had managed to sit through it all.  After that it was easy using the signals in the bars etc.  Had lots of fun doing this.

One of the questions that has been with me for a long time is: exactly what are the final limits of submission.  I have found that her limits seem to regularly increase, and her self view continues to develop.  When we started really short skirts in public were very hard for her (and I mean the shorters ones a reasonably daring woman might wear to the bar, not stripper or hooker short), now, I can tell her to wear just about anything, things that hookers would never wear , and it does not seem to affect her.  A leash really bothered her clipped on, now, I lock it and her collar on before we leave and leave the key at home with no comment.

More interestingly, she has clearly embraced the label of slave.  This of course continues to push how others see her and how she sees herself.  She says very little in public situations, and when she does, it is usually in direct response to a question directed to her.  The other thing that is interesting, is that she directs almost all requests to me, refering to me as either her owner, or master.

She has been told to go along with people who tell her what to do as long as no sex is required of her, and amazingly she has done exactly that.  The bar manager has also told her he does not want any scenes involving her, that means "no screaming etc".  She has also taken this to heart, I have watched in the open bar, when people have grabbed her leash, and been total assholes, she has said and done nothing.  One night as she crossed the floor on a return trip from the washroom she had a guy just walk up to her grab her leash and bodily drag her to his table.  Watching him pull her, it was like watching someone drag a unwilling dog.  What was amazing is although she was pulling back, she said nothing.  He pulled her until she was to his table, and then actually pulled her over so that her upper body was flat on top of his table.  Of course this meant that he could look down her top and see her painfully bulging tied tits.  A couple of his buddies walked around to takea look at her pussy, which was now clearly visible to half the bar.  He then had one of his buddies hold the leash and he walked around to take a look himself.  He just made her stay there for a couple of minutes.  He also ended up swatting her ass and pinching her nipples, right there in the middle of the bar.  She told me afterwards, that it really hurt, and was incredibly humiliating.  It was also clear that it did not occur to her that he had no right, or that this was unreasonable on his part. Of course the bouncers noticed this, and after this, they would frequently pull up her top or bottom in the middle of the bar.  The one bouncer also started to give her purple nurples (pinch and twist her nipples hard enough to bruise) on a semi regular basis after this.Of course she quietly took this as well.  In fact he seemed to go out of his way to humiliate her, and cause her a little pain.

I of course was also constantly pushing the limits as well.  This included a series of outings to parks at night to tie her up in the degrading ways.  I tied her to a tree nude in breast bondage, gagged, hands pulled way up behind her shoulders a crotch rope in place.  I then released from the tree and made her walk back to the car.  Unfortunately, I am afraid of having the cops intrude, so I have never had the never to bring a camera, because the flash would be a dead give away. However, having others see her like this is ok by me.  

The interesting thing is that she seems less and less bothered about things that most people would find incredibly humiliating.  I made her wear a thin whitetank top that went past her ass by about one inch which had "Pantyless Slave" in big letters the only other thing she was wearing was her collar (of course), and she had to wander into a large by the highway McDonalds on the friday night of a long weekend.  I was there with a friend and told her to line up while we went to the washroom.  When we came back out she was waiting calmy in line while a couple of teenagers checked her out and looked to verify her lack of panties.  She did not even react to them, or their talk about her.  Any other woman I know would have freaked and been furious or humiliated.

Had an experience in our regular bar, where I would have to say that they have gotten very comfortable.   The bouncer had called a couple of buddies, he wanted to show her off.  He dragged her into the back room, and because of his previous experience had no problem ordering her around.  He led her into the back room on her leash.  Her breasts were tightly tied, and it was already around 10:30 I had tied them at around 7:30, so they had already been bound with cable ties for 3 or so hours.  She was wearing a thin top over her breast bondage and a very short spandex skirt, that came to about 3/4 of an inch below her vagina.  Her leash and collar were both locked in place.  She looked as usual very much like a sex play thing. 

 He led her into the back room.  She was expecting to find the manager and maybe a couple of guys.  Instead there were 12 guys waiting in the room for her plus the 2 bouncers,  manager a couple of waitresses and a couple of strippers.  She was dragged into this room, and told to strip, which she did, although she knew she would likely regret it, she had no idea how to get out of it.  The manager, the bouncers, the waitresses, all knew she was a slave, how do you argue.  The evening went from there.  The bouncers and manager had each called a couple of friends, and a couple had called other friends.  The small room was full.  The bouncer told her to lean over so that they could better see her vagina, her ass.  The guys had the idea that they could in fact tell her what to do.

The problem for her is that in practise this was true.  The bouncer again led the parade, with a very deliberate grab of her tits, and a comment to the effect that you need to check this out, they feel totally different.  Of course she now had 15 guys who made a point of grabbing her breasts, and eventually several pinched her nipples.  Obviously a few of these guys were a little sadistic, because she also got her ass swatted.  She ultimately had a guy grab her leash and drag her over to spank her bum.  She told me that she was already a little sore at this point, and she was trying to deflect this, however, a please don't sir, does not exactly discourage a guy who has been told she is a slave, and that "a little pain and humiliation are fine".  So she ended up getting her ass spanked by 4 different guys, she also had her breasts swatted a couple of times. The bouncer told me that she cried out but did not resist.  He told me that the total resistance she offered was the please don't, after that she just did what she was told.The guy who did it hit each breast about 5 times before he was told enough by the manager.  The manager told him he didn't want to piss me off.  Anyway they got her up and had her dance a little and then crawl around on all 4 for a bit.

The breast swats I knew really hurt, as they were already bound.  This was something I only do as punishment.   Anyway all told they kept her back there for well over an hour.  The joke was that although she was really afraid of what they would do, the idea of saying no never really crossed her mind.  The bouncer told me she was a lot of fun.  He apologized to me, not her (interesting) about it getting a little carried away.  He told me on the side that he realized, when the manager said something, that she might just sit there and take whatever.  He said once the guy had told her to put her hands behind her head she had just sat there.  He told me that the waitress and strippers thought it was quite the joke.  I was very impressed, especially because the idea of saying no had not even really crossed her mind.She was allowed to say no to sex (ie penetration) but nothing else.

I am somewhat amazed by the general lack of reaction in large cities.  Take a woman out with a collar and leashed both locked onto her and wearing not much more than a stripper in the bar (less than many), or less than most hookers (nearly all), and nobody says anything.  Walk into a clothing store and ask a clerk for help, and tell them you want something for your slave, and rather than shock you get lots of help.  Even without that - they only talk or refer to me, and seem to seek to get her outfits that are at least as revealing as what she has.

What is just as interesting is that they do not ask her opinion, I have had the pleasure of having clerks come up with really short micro dresses and skirts, that have open side, and barely past her ass.  This often without even having to make reference to her as a slave. They have made the assumption that I want "clubwear" for her, which in her case usually means something close to what a stripper would wear in club. I walked into a store on the downtown main drag, the woman looked her up and down and addressed herself to me asking what I was interested in.  I told her I was looking for some appropriate clothes for my slave. She took us to a part of store where they were selling some of their clothes, that were as she told me quietly generally sold to hookers and dancers.  She found a couple of skirts, including a jean skirt with a hanging string bottom, that was maybe 8 inches without the hanging string.  The string added an inch. The clerk told her she should try it on, and pointed at a change room. She had to push it right down onto her hips, and she still needed the string to cover the bottom of her ass, which of course you could still see sort of.  At this point I could sort of see the amusement in the face of this clerk.  You could tell she thought this was great.  She told her to walk around so we could get a look, she told me that there were normally shorts with this, but she didn't think in her case it would be appropriate. 

I have never had a bad reaction to her being paraded around in next to nothing on a leash and collar, even though these are locked in place. I have also had her out frequently with breast bondage visibly in place, the only reactions I get are about how cool it looks.  I have had a couple of cops come right up to check her out.  They have even noted how "cool her tits look".  

We had the interesting time going to a S&M party.  We were invited to a "scene" party by the guy I had over to look at her (we had met him at a bar).  It was sort of odd, he had asked us if we were into the "scene" which I knew meant BDSM.  After our little scene he told me that there was a party in a couple of weeks, and that we would be a welcome addition.  The night of the party, I had her wear a micro skirt and top {slave18.jpg} leash collar and breast bondage. I wanted to make sure that we were ready and that I was happy with the look, so I had started getting her ready around 6:30 pm starting with her breast bondage. I then started getting myself ready.  I thought she looked great so I took some pictures. About 8:30 I got her out to the car, and then just for fun, I grabbed the handcuffs, and cuffed her hands behind her back.  I thought this looked amazing, she told me that it was uncomfortable, and really embarassing. I could also tell however, that as usual, she was in subspace anyway, so humiliation would also be good for obedience.   

I realized after we left that I should probably get some stuff. SoI stopped in to buy a few things at a convenience store along the way, leaving her in the car.  As I walked in I looked back, and of course the seatbelt across her chest really emphasized her breast bondage, as did the fact her hands were locked behind her.  The leash was hanging down in front.  I thought it made her look very helpless and hot.  

When I got out of the store there was a group of teenagers gathered around the car staring at her and barking and howling at her. They were also making comments about her "check out her tits", and "you can see her cunt".  When they realized it was my car, they made comments about "nice pet", "do you ever lend her out", "Could I take her for a walk". 

It was a montrous laugh for them, I also realized as I sat down in the car, that you really could see her vagina, as the lap portion of her seatbelt had pushed back her skirt and she of course could do nothing to reposition it.

The evening went from there.  We got to the party, and of course the person we had met in the bar, introduced  us. She looked really sub, as she was still humiliated from the store.  They asked to have a look at her tits, so I lifted her top.  Shortly afterwards she was kissing my feet and then getting her ass swated by a couple from out  of town. The party was sort of strange, but in the course of the night she got her breasts grabbed, swatted, nipples pinched, and was ordered to crawl around on all four.  I also  made her lie face down on the living room floor, while I rested my feet on her back, (directly over her breasts).  Some time on the floor face up, while a couple of guys rested their feet on her breasts, and a guy had some nipple clamps and a gag, he had never been able to get his sub to wear.  I tried them on my finger, and ow, as did a few of the guys and a couple of women.  But what the hell, I told him.  We put this really nasty gag in it totally filled her mouth and had her really working very hard to suppress her gag reflex, and then we put on the nipple clamps.  Frankly it was probably a good thing she was gagged.  She let out a moan that would have been a scream.  Of course she was still in cuffs, and could do nothing about it, although you could see she was in a lot of pain just from her eyes.  I could tell she settled in, and we were off to the races.  While she was suffering you could tell he was really enjoying her pain.  I could also see why his sub would not wear these.  

After about 10 minutes I suggested they be removed.   There was a sort of mix aw, and a couple of phews, from the sub women. One of the women commented to me that this would have really hurt, in fact would hurt for days.  After this she was subjected to a few more swats and nipple pinches.  Before she was dragged over to a railing and told to lean over it.  They locked her collar to the bottom of the far side.  She stayed there ass facing back into the living room for about 25 minutes. Of course as people walked by on their way to the kitchen, they tended to swat her ass.  Of course even once she was released she was subject to swats, pinches, squeezes and slaps.  At some point a woman dragged her into the kitchen and reapplied the nipple clamps.She told her she loved seeing her eyes when she did that.  I was asked by a couple of others if that was ok (clearly I should have been asked), I shrugged my shoulder and just said "whatever".  Again they stayed in place for a good 10 minutes.  This time, this woman actually led her around by them deliberately yanking on them a few times.  This also drew a serious moan each time.  

By the time I was ready to leave, it was about 2:00 am.  Her breasts were mostly purplish, her ass was really red, and she had worn an oversized gag for at least 3 hours.   She told me afterwards that her nipples really hurt, as did her breasts and ass.  By the time we got her home she had been in breast bondage about 8 hours.  Over the next couple of days a number of nasty bruises surfaced on her breasts. Her nipples were still sore a couple of weeks later.  The whole time she was never asked about anything.  All in all I found the bar scene more fun, however, this was clearly both more humiliating and painful for her.

We had an interesting experience when we went to a bar in a small city.  I had her on a leash and collar locked in place and breast bondage as usual.  She was wearing a really tight sweater and micro mini.  So you could see her breasts bulging and nipples sticking way out, clearly not a natural shape.  We had just sat down when we noticed a group of about 5 guys staring at us.

The waitress was really not doing the rounds much so I sent her up to get drinks, and they stared at her all the way across the bar and back.  One of them followed her over,and while she was still standing with him staring at her chest, he asked "what is she?".  I told him she was a sub, which drew a puzzled look, and "a what?".  So I told him, "a slave".  He wanted to know what that meant, and I told him she did "whatever she is told".  He looked at me, and said "whatever?", I said "whatever I tell her", she oddly enough was nodding her head when he looked at her, although she was staring at the floor.  He then asked about her breasts while he blatantly staring at her nipples.  "Are they falsies?" He asked.  I told him, no that they are in breast bondage, "you know, I have a cable tie really tight around the base of her breasts, making them swell".

He walked back over to his buddies, and you could see they were talking about her.  About 5 minutes later he was over and asked. "Do you mind if I borrow her", I thought what the hell, and said sure.  He grabbed her leash and led her away across the bar.  You could see a general amusement in the bar, at watching her go.  Of course, they were in the mood to test what had been said.  One of them picked her up, which of course made it easy to look up her skirt.  

Right beside where they were sitting,  was a bar in set up for people to stand around, so they dragged her over there.  They dragged right past about 10 guys, a waitress, a stripper, and a bouncer.  The one past her leash over to the other side of the bar, where another one of them was standing.   He pulled her leash, and told her to "get up", very much as an order.  She had to really work to get up on the bar, and he pulled her leash hard to help her up (which she said hurt).  She was up on a bar that was about 4 feet high.  She went to stand, but he held her leash so she had to stay on all four.  Of course given that her skirt was less than one inch past her vagina anyway, it meant her most of her ass was visible, along with her vagina.

Of course the guys walked over to look up her skirt, the bouncers looked on, making a comment about the girl "showing her cunt off". They also made some comment about her leash and how she looked.  I could tell they had little intention of saying much unless it got really out of hand.  

She had been up there about a song (3 minutes?) when she decided that this was really embarrassing, and decided to try and climb down.  She had started to back up when the guy who had been holding her leash loosely hanked it tight, and said, or rather loudly barked "Stay".  It was a strong command, very much like one would say to a dog.  It was also loud enough that the entire bar could hear it.  She of course froze in place.  Anybody who had not been looking at her had turned to look. 

At this point she was still up on the bar, having just been barked at. She was held up there for a good 3 or so more songs.  Guys were coming right up and staring up her vagina, a couple even swatted her ass.  The bouncers who were still standing near me, commented on the fact that she seemed unwilling to say anything.  Nobody seemed to think that there was any issue with doing what they were doing.  No thought was given to asking her permission.  Before leading her back, a couple of the guys grabbed her breasts, and the guy who had borrowed her pinched her nipples rather hard.  He then led back to my table, and handed back her leash. He thanked me and wanted to know where I got her, had I actually gone to Asia to buy her, and how hard was she to train.  It was quite clear he was happy with the idea that she was property. She of course had been treated as such, and the bouncers, waitresses and strippers had all found it either, fine, funny, or deserved.  That is, the staff understood perfectly well, that she had no objections to our relationship, and as a consequence, she signed up to being owned.  Wear a leash into a strip club, and allow yourself to be called a slave, being treated like property is not only expected but deserved in the minds of many, including a couple of the strippers who said somethng to the effect of "should have made it hurt more" ... 

The other great thing with having a woman who considers herself a slave, is the fun you can have around sex. You can have it where and when you want, and not have to really worry about the sensibility of your partner, only your own hang-ups.

I have indulged in every position, every hole. I have had anal sex, when she is in breast bondage, tied face down and gagged.  A few times I have done this with her on the floor, and I know that it must hurt a little.  I have had her get on top with her tied, and actually bounced her up and down using her bound breasts.  I also really enjoy having sex, while I am lying on her bound breasts.

I had a guy who asked about her in the bar, that I decided to have over to have a look at her.  I started her out in a little white loose micro dress, with cut sides (the first time I saw it I thought sex slave), with her in breast bondage, leash and collar.  After she had served us both beer, I grabbed her leash and showed him her ass and vagina.  She ended up on the floor, nude, gagged, while we used a cat-o-nine tails, and a strap on her ass, and breasts.  Also added nipple clamps, and he used a vibrator on her vagina.   

My friends have seen her in micro minis without underwear, on leash, stripped nude.  They have also seen be swat her ass, pinch her nipples, and more importantly noted her reactions.    

What is the most fun, is the pushing of limits.  It is amazing to watch her struggle with doing what she needs to do when it is painful or embarrassing.  She will always do what she is told, it is just the couple of seconds getting there that can be fun to watch.  What is equally interesting of course, is like everything else practise makes perfect. 

I have now required her to strip totally nude in the middle of a bar several times, and the first time it was very hard for her. If someone we are with wants to see her they will.  Now, it is really a non issue. I have even made her go ask for permission from the bar manager or bouncer.  She of course is approaching them scantily clad, with a leash and collar asking them for permission to remove all her clothes in the middle of the bar.  The funny thing is that in order to not seem really ridiculous the first time she blurted out "my owner wants me to strip"  which for anyone else seems even more hilarious.  Of course it is equally ridiculous when you think that someone asks to see her, she refers them automatically to me.  The first time she did this, I knew she did it without thinking.  They were willing to offer money, I told them they could buy me a drink instead, and sent her to ask the bouncer.  The bouncer of course came back with a smirk on his face, to talk to me.  The 2 guys who asked told him they just wanted to see her strip, so he smiled and told me it was fine.   

 What was amusing now, is that having asked permission she really did not have a choice.  She had also completed the impression she was a slave, and of course she had little to say about what was going on.  She was now dealing with anything the bouncer, manager or anybody else wanted from her in this new bar being refered to me.  I had the bouncer ask me about whether he could have her strip otherwise for other customers who needed a little love.  Of course, with her sitting there, I told him, sure as long as it was only a few.