The way you keep your slave says a lot about the level of domination you have over her. In the Slut Wife stage, you might only control what she wears to bed. You may force her to get rid of those granny panties and put on something sexier. Or forbid her from wearing a t-shirt and put her in a camisole. Later, in the Slut Slave stage, as you take greater control of your sex lives, you also take greater control of her clothing. You can order her to go braless on trips out of the home. Or have her greet you in lingerie after a hard day's work. In our Slave Wife stage, I have even greater control. Since we are almost always "in session," I have taken near complete control over her wardrobe.

In the evenings, I favor the "All Access" wardrobe. There's something delicious about a bare pussy when it's framed by stockings and garters. I have her cover or reveal her tits based on my mood. Tall, slutty heels complete the picture. When she's dressed this way, when she walks around the house doing housework, I can reach out at any time and finger her bare pussy, slap her naked bottom, or suck her exposed nipple. There can be no doubt in her mind that she is my property and at my command.

She knows too that her position in the pecking order is below any male that sets foot in the house. My fuck slut got a good reminder of this a couple of months ago. Needing to have the windows replaced, I was taking the window salesman on a room by room tour of the house. Reaching the master bedroom I led him inside. Just as he entered, my Slave Wife entered from the master bathroom, where she'd just finished trimming her pussy patch into a large arrow, pointing straight down at her nasty fuck slit.On this day, she was wearing an All Access outfit of white stockings, white garters and a sheer white bra.

When the embarrassed salesman quickly turned to leave, I held him back. "This is my Slave Wife," I explained, motioning for her to assume the Stand for Inspection position. Though he was a bit unnerved, he couldn't stop staring. I then turned my attention back to our window discussion, leaving her nearly naked and exposed to the stranger in our home. After her finished his measurements, I explained to him that although this slut was my sex slave, she would also be helping to make a decision on the window purchase. I suggested that we adjourn to the dining room table to discuss it. Before we followed the man down the stairs, I took a moment to shove four fingers into her swollen cunt. As I expected, she was dripping wet. "Maybe I can get him to fuck you in exchange for the windows, slut," I suggested, pushing my hand into her mouth so she could lick her nasty juices from my fingers. In her eyes I could see that she wasn't sure if I was serious or not.

At the table, we discussed the window bid, with my fuck slut asking a few pertinent questions. I could see that the salesman was having trouble concentrating, which was just fine by me. When the negotiations concluded, I ordered the bitch to bring us a couple of beers. After she delivered them I had her take her bra off. I'm not sure what was more fun: watching him stare hungrily at her tits and cunt, or watching her wondering whether she would be spreading her legs for a stranger's cock. In the end, I just let him take a couple pictures of her with his cellphone. I'm sure they're out there on the internet, along with all the other sluts giving everyone all the access they want.