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"