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. The funny part was that the friend noticed the question was directed to anyone but slave.  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, and again nobody even considered asking 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. 

She told me they would have reason to treat her otherwise.  They would certainly talk about this and it was not like she could deny it, or frankly muster a no if they were forceful.  She was very sure they would talk about her exactly as they had been at the bar with other people as well.