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 skirtish thin and small 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.  I walked around trying to decide what I wanted, and enjoyed thinking about letting her stew a bit.  Between that and having to wait for the cash out, I probably took 8-10 minutes, with her having to just sit in the car.

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, and I have to admit was for me as well. I laughed along, it was too true, and was really tempted to let them take her for a walk. It was not like she could even be offended, given how she looked, and we both knew I was tempted and she would go along with the walk thing, she could not really be insulted by the "nice pet" with how they were objectifying her, given how she saw herself.  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, and she had known that as well, but again, given how she saw herself, this was not something to be upset at.  This encounter kind of set the mood, she had just been reminded of just how much she looked like property, and how she saw herself.

The evening went from there.  We got to the party, and of course the person we had met in the bar, introduced us.  She was the least dressed, and turned out that she was the most public slave.  He had told them about her, and while others were subs, even one slave, none had pushed their relationships as far into the open as we had. He was telling them about his experience with her being gagged, tied and beaten and her at the bar, about how she directed everything to me, and called me master or her owner. with her standing right there less dressed than any other person there and not really enough to cover her.  She looked really sub, as she was still humiliated from the store.  They asked to have a look at her tits, as her bound tits were obvious under her top, 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.  This of course meant she was fully exposed. 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 a little over 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.  The thing is, not a complaint from her about the whole thing, not the nipple clamps, not the huge gag, not the teenagers before. 

We talked about the party later, she also mentioned about being directed to show her privates with hand signals more than once, and had just done it instinctively. spreading her legs on command without thought.  She commented on how she had felt about the reaction of the teenagers to her, how it was incredibly humiliating and not in a bad way.  I had been a little worried that the nipple clamps and gag were going to prove to have been too much which they were and not at the same time.  She had the incredibly feeling of being completely disregarded and objectified from the moment we got there, which for her was a huge turn on.  She commented on just how quick they were to act like they could just do whatever to her, and how while the other people who saw the nipple clamps put on the second time did note she should get my permission, they did not seem overly concerned and seemed to really enjoy her obvious extreme pain as well as the fact she could not have done anything about it, even had she chosen to.  One of the women said, that she knew that hurt like a motherfucker, and she should feel bad, but was instead enjoying it.  The way the other woman was treating her, was too much, but not in her case.  Another had commented that it was a good thing her gag was part way down her throat, cause otherwise she might object.  Slave admitted directly that this utter disregard for her, was a massive turn on, being dehumanized by others created a massive feedback loop for her, where she did not feel she had the standing to object, which in turn fed their view of her.  Having already seen her take orders without question and say nothing when people abused her, or placed feet on her tits or deliberately cause her pain taking the extra license was easy.  Pretty impressive however just how far people were willing to go, when she felt like property.

 What was even more interesting though, is when I have raised this party with her, with friends around how matter of fact she has been with the way she was treated.  We were out with a friend of mine and one of hers when I mentioned this party to my friend.  Her friend asked about it, and I was impressed when she in effect told the whole story, the leash and collar, the skirtish thing, that only sort of covered, the tight short thin top, the breast bondage, the being handcuffed in the car, the boys, the way she was talked about when we arrived, how she was talked about not to, having her tits shown at request,  the being gagged, exposed, beaten, made to lie on the floor with people's feet on her, clamped, tied over the railing, clamped and dragged by her nipples, the order to spread the whole thing.  Her friend of course is shaking her head, not really shocked, but amused as hell.  We all knew that this had not upset her in the least, nor did it bother her in the least that she had in effect just reinforced the view her as a slave. 

Her friend made clear the impression that she would be under.  She said that it would likely never even occured to her that she could say no,  or care given how she looked to those people seeing her.   She said it would be hard to not see her like a total slave.  Of course it would be ok to tell her to spread or cause her pain, you go in looking and acting like that.  You just stop feeling for someone at some point, just stop caring.  She asked about how others reacted to the woman putting the nipple clamps on and pulling her by them.  She got her impressions reinforced as she was told about the woman commenting on the fact it should bother her but it did not.  How the woman had said that this would be too much, just not in her case.  She said it would be awesome to watch someone suffer you had no empathy for, like a great porn movie in person pretty sure none of them had any empathy for you, she told her heck, I think it is cool your nipples hurt for weeks.  She point blank acknowledged that the whole scene would be hot because she could not imagine feelings sorry for her there either.  She told her, even as her friend, it would be hard to not completely objectify her, given how she looked acted and came dressed, not to mention that it was obvious being objectified was the point. She very much reflected the mood at the party, nobody ever seemed worried about how she felt.  What was more interesting was how this was absorbed, accepted and even appreciated by slave.  She seemed to actually like the fact that her friend would have enjoyed her pain