I put my slave bitch into the hands and knees position at least once a day. It reminds her that she's nothing more than a mere animal to me, and that she must work like an animal to please me in return for food, shelter and clothing. The proper position is kneeling on the floor, her back straight and her feet propped up on her toes, with her hands flat on the floor and her fingers close together. She is to look down at the floor, but keep her neck stiff, so her head doesn't droop. 

Kneeling there, her titties dangling like udders, I comment on how much she resembles a cow which needs to be milked and force her to moo for me, until I'm satisfied that she's doing her best. From behind, the folds of her pussy are clearly visible, with the rosy pucker of her asshole just above. From this angle, she looks like the bitch that she is, a dog waiting to be mounted and savagely fucked in one or both of her waiting fuck holes. I make her bark and whine and pant like a dog, and call her by her bitch name, "Horny." On hands and knees, I've made her pee in the woods by lifting leg to a tree. And if she's especially good, I'll let her hump my leg in an effort to get herself off.

The hands and knees position shouldn't be reserved for the privacy of your own home. Our last evening out is proof of that. I had my slave wife dress in her sexiest little black dress, a knee-high number held up with spaghetti straps. Of course, I ordered her to leave the bra and panties at home, and had her wear thigh-high stockings and come-fuck-me heels. She knew, without even asking, that there would be more than dinner and dancing on the menu.

We had a very enjoyable dinner, punctuated by many stares and frowns from the other guests at the charity dinner. Not surprising, as my sluts dress was a thin material that tends to cling to her curvy parts. Not to mention the fine cleavage that the dipping neckline revealed. If all those men had seen my fingers twiddling her bare pussy under the tablecloth, they might've treated her to a cum bath right there. It's fun to tease other, less dominant men.

Walking down the path back to the parking lot, I forcefully grabbed her and pulled her to face me. Without warning, I pulled the straps of her dress down, revealing her full, naked breasts. I grabbed a handful of each, squeezing and twisting the soft flesh, until I could see her wince. "You filthy slut, I saw you looking at that guy's crotch. You wanted to suck and fuck him, didn't you?" I said harshly. I pinched her nipples, increasing the pressure until I got the answer that we both knew was true. Yes, she had been thinking about him, and what his cock would look like, taste like, feel like. Dressed like a slut, she'd acted like a slut.

I pulled her into the nearby gardens. "Hands and knees, you filthy whore," i ordered, watching to make sure she took the proper position. After gathering the dress and pushing it up onto her back, leaving her ass and pussy fully exposed for any passersby to see, I stepped between her legs and reached down to feel her pussy. As I suspected, it was hot and wet. She wanted more."Are you wet for me, wet for him, or wet because you need to be punished?" I demanded. "Wet for him, sir," was her not unexpected reply. When pressed for further explanation, she said that she imagined that he had a big cock with big balls, full of cum for her to eat. She couldn't help her mind wandering, she said, and she'd been honest. Should she be punished for that?

She should. Stepping aside, I gave her a bare bottom spanking, the sounds of the slaps echoing over the ground. If anyone was watching, they never showed themselves. But I wouldn't bet against some of those jealous wives observing and snickering over the slut who finally got what was coming to her.

I wonder if they would've been shocked or mesmerized had they come home with us and seen me give her the rest of what was coming to her...on her hands and knees.