I decided one hot sunny Saturday that I would take my slave for a walk down the city beach.  I told her to get on her bathing suit skirt and top, however, no proper bottom, the skirt was light, loose and went past the base of her ass by about 1/2inch.  That is, any normal woman would never wear it without the bottom. I also locked the collar on her, which is heavy leather about 2 inches wide with 3 heavy d-rings on it.

We drove down to the beach, and there were literally thousands of people there, I had her get out of the car, and had just reached into the car to grab the leash and lock to attach it. She was feeling a little shy as there were hundreds of men and women around, and it was the middle of the day.  This was a point she was a little overwhelmed by, she told me she couldn't.  I asked her "Are you my slave"  of course she said yes, so I told her "Look slave I want to, so we are going to"  she looked really embarassed and said nothing more, however, when I turned around there was a cop looking at me.  It was clear he had heard and seen the whole thing.  I had a second of concern before he looked at her and began smilling broadly.  He said something about "you must have a lot of fun with that".    I was suddenly being given a broad and obvious approval for what I was doing, and his comment really pushed her strongly back into her space as a slave.

She spent the next 2 hours being hooted at, stared at and generally objectified.  She had her skirt looked up, and had guys tell their buddies they had seen her vagina.  She told me that this was incredibly humiliating, however, I got no talk back when the next weekend, when I told her we were going to do basically the same.  It was also clear that she was profoundly turned on by the experience.

I made her walk the 2 miles of the main downtown street. I had her in a micro skirt, and a tight top,  I also made a point of placing her in very tight breast bondage, using zip ties, which meant I could only cut the breast bondage off.  The top I had her wear, made the top of her breasts very visible.  I also had her leash and collar locked in place, and we took the subway there and back.  There were lots of cops walking the beat, as always.  They all got a good look, and you could see that some of them really enjoyed the look, especially at her tits.  I had one ask me about them, and whether it hurt, of course I told him that I had been told it did, and asked her if it did,( I addressed her as slave) , and of course she told him it did, but did so meekly.  It was clear he was happy talking to me about her, with her right there, and so was she was happier to be talked about, than to. 

The funny thing is that he said he loved the way it looked, and he had just been curious about the pain, and loved how sub she was.  She reacted to this with a pride he clearly detected.  We talked a little more about her, where it was very clear he was solely addressing me.  He did not really act as though he needed to talk to her after either. It seemed fine that she was being led around on a locked leash, wearing very little, and in breast bondage she could not readily remove.  To the point where he made a snarky comment -with regards to how he actually enjoyed that it hurt.  She of course was not upset but subtly pleased by this, and I could tell he knew that.  She clearly confirmed in his mind, that she was more than fine being seen as she was, and more importantly enjoying her pain and degradation was fine.

Of course after doing this a couple of times, I was not about to stop.  Everytime she drew lots of stares, whistles hoots, and rude comments, like show us her tits.  People stopped to look up her skirt, or to talk to me about her, but not to her.  Amazingly (at least to me) more than a few women pointed her out to their boyfriends, they had no sense of sympathy, she was simply a spectacle.  It was that they were very happy to completely objectify her, much more so than a hooker or stripper