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.