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.  She also told me she kind of enjoyed them having those pictures.  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.