Having had the one experience with the Red Light District, it sat as stand out- in terms of how that couple of guys had treated her.  While she had been scared by it, the reality of the utter disregard for her as a person - turned her on. and more importantly I wanted to know if this would happen again.   Well we tried it once, and got little reaction, other than some wolf whistles. Well we let this go for quite some time.  We kept going out, she kept getting harassed in the bars, and of course more and more men, saw her, and understood what could be gotten away with. 

Well we started going to a really sleazy bar, very close to the red light district.  We had in fact followed the nastiest of bouncers from our previous haunt over to a new bar he managed.  I did not make a secret of the fact we had followed him, which also meant he had it absolutely confirmed what he had been doing was more than fine.

The bar was smaller and even seedier that his last one, and somehow the cops did not care, likely because it was the hangout of the vice squad.  However, the grabbing, and requirements to strip etc, that had been in the back office - moved to the open bar in this place. While the bar was smaller, the audience to the orders to strip the lap dances, and grabbing at bound breasts was much larger.   The reality of the manager's presumptions was also greater. While he had long ordered her to do things, now in effect he barked those orders.  He was more comfortable both because he was the manager and knew that was why we were there, she even more reluctant  to question for the same reasons. We had in effect slipped much further along the slippery slope, as she seemed to be unable to even question anything she had done in the past.  The bouncer, having done this in the back room, and now having only a tiny one, decided he would not worry about it.  It started off, in the new bar at the height of the worst in the old, what had been strictly back room became first night main room.  It took an hour or two, with him showing her off to the other staff, the other bouncers and telling them all about her. 

He started by grabbing her leash, talking about her as a slave, lifting her top to show her breast bondage, and then her bottom, to show her pantiless state, this of course while she was wearing a bottom that was only a half inch below her ass.  Her utter silence when he talked about her as a sex slave where both staff and customers could hear him made an impression on everyone, because he was talking about her in such clearly objectifying ways.  She of course having long acknowledged being a sex slave to basically everyone including herself, could not really say anything.  He made a point of being a little loud, and introducing her to some off duty vice cops.  The point was to make sure they all knew her, and what she was, he made a point of talking to them, with her there, with her leash in hand.  He made a point of showing them also her breast bondage and pantiless state.  He also made her strip for them in the middle of the bar,  He told her to strip right there at their table.   She of course, had no idea how to say no.  She was naked in nothing flat, and had him ordering her to turn around and grab her ankles and sway her ass, then turn around and present her tits, so they could feel them. he of course never did know her name (nor did he care I think) so he was constantly calling her slave.  It would of course be hard, given how she responded, to this to think that she was or even could be offended.  The vice cops, already dealing daily with prostitutes, were quite happy to think the worst of her.  They were quite happy to hear, slave, owner, and go with it, especially given how comfortable she clearly was being addressed and referred to as a slave.

The next time, and the time after, he made a point of barking orders at her, and had her stripped within 10 minutes of walking into the place.  This point, naturally the staff had all seen her strip on command the previous time, seen her stand there while he talked about how she was trained, how he had previously pinched her nipples, slapped her ass, and squeezed her tits till they bruised,  Of course there had been some questionning of the pinching and squeezing, especially by one the female staff.  So he approached me, and asked he could borrow her for a bit, walked  her over to another table, told her to strip, and then took her clothes, and put them in the small office, while he had one of the bouncers hold her leash. She just stood and watched him walking away with her outfit.  Then of course, it got radically worse.  He made a point of taking her over to the female waitress, who had doubted.  Asked her, what she was, and of course she said she was a slave, then made a point of grabbing both her breasts and squeezing them so hard that she had to wince and whine a little, and would clearly hurt like a bastard, and then pinched both her nipples really hard and pulled on and twisted them for good measure,  causing her to gasp, and then he asked, "have I done that before?"  of course she acknowledge "yes sir". "Why do you let me?"  of course "because I am a slave, and I was told to." That of course answered that, the waitress looked at her with a mix of disgust and amusement, she quickly looked at her as somehow both beneath contempt, and not deserving of any sympathy, she was very much like the stripper from the other bar, she would make a point of telling others what slave was.

Well that night was a bad one for her, because of course all this played out in front of a couple of dozen patrons, and she was walking around naked with her discolored breasts in bondage looking like balloons, with her leash hanging down between them. OF course the effect was open season on her tits.  Half the guys in the bar in effect copied the manager, with squeezes and pinches and twists, and he told her to keep criculating, so she did.  She had been walking around for about 40 minutes when he stopped her, told her to lean over and grab her ankles, when he proceeded to swat her ass solidly 4 times.  Of rourse after that she was swatted regularly for the rest of the evening.  This also set the tone and view of her in this bar, which we frequented about once a week for the next couple of months.  The tone did not change, except of course in that more people felt comfortable doing it to her.  She came home every week with a bruised nipples and tits and of course a red ass.   

The reality was that basically the people in the bar seemed to break into 2 broad categories 1)those who thought, she chose to be a slave and as such deserved no consideration, and 2) those who thought she was some kind thot who allowed herself to become a traded broken thing,  and frankly as such, she didn't deserve any consideration.  I talked to some of the people in the bar, all of who looked at her as basically entirely my property.   There was little concern, because that she had in effect removed herself from normal consideration was just assumed, it was more a question of how, direct or indirect choice on her part. Either way, as the one guy said to me, "she seems like a great pet".  I talked to a couple of guys and staff, and they all kind of looked at her like well, she needed to expect the abuse, if she was going to come back like that.

Well, one night, I told her that I was going to have her walk the strip of the red light district again. again, no leash, but collar, breast bondage under a tight top, and wearing a really short, open sided skirt.   Well, now there were many more people that drove the red light strip, that had seen her in the bar.  The results were well to say the least, degrading and painful.  She got called over, and by "SLAVE" a bunch of times, and they were not quiet about it.  These guys went beyond just grabbing her tits by grabbing her top, they pulled her top up to grab her tits, they pulled up her bottom, they generally treated her, like she could be treated like dirt and abused and humiliated without consideration. They also made a show of squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples and swatting her ass, right there on the sidewalk.