A topless slave is a cowed slave, pun intended. As long as she keeps her udders bared for your pleasure, she truly understands that her sole purpose in life is to serve you. I've ordered my slave to go topless since the very beginning of her training. In fact, she's not allowed to give a blowjob unless her tits are completely bared. I like to watch them quiver as she works on my pole, and there's nothing better than twisting her sensitive nipples to show my displeasure when she's not sucking the way I want. 

 Keeping your slave's knockers naked is a great way to share her with your friends and strangers. My buddy Greg is well acquainted with my slave's boobies. Greg, unfortunately, is married to a frigid woman with tiny tits and a big attitude. As long as I've known him, he's been a big tit guy, and i can tell that he misses havin some meat to squeeze, but somehow she got her hooks into him. In my opinion, all she needs are a few hard spankings and a good butt fuckin to straighten her out, but Greg's not yet the man for the job.

So, one day he was over our house complaining about his bitch of a wife when I decided to take pity on him. He'd been talking about going to a strip club so he could at least look at some big boobies. I told him he could do more than that if he swore to keep a secret. He was so horny he quickly agreed. Then I called my slave over. She was wearing her "guest" uniform: a tight-fitting halter top with no bra, and a pair of shorts with no panties underneath. I like it when other men, even my friends, ogle her. It reminds her that she's just a slutty piece of meat.

She stood there, humiliated, as I told him of her servitude to me, of her months of training and her quick climb to slave wife status. His eyes grew wide as I described her status a piece of property, a slut available for my private amusement. And he was speechless when I informed him that she was ready to take the next step in her training: to be shared with other men and women. "Show Greg your tits!" I ordered ruthlessly, watching as she fought back the tears. She knew this day had been coming, I'd been telling her all about it. But she'd assumed that she'd be flashing for some strangers. She never imagined it would be for a friend she'd known for years. And now that guy knew her darkest secret.

She pulled the white cotton fabric over her head, and her boobs bounced free. She's a large C cup, not too saggy, with enough flesh to capture your cock for a good tit fuck. Once her tits were bare, I put her into Stand For Inspection, her fingers laced behind her head and her legs spread slightly. Then I explained the finer points of the position to Greg, demonstrating how it pushes her tits out while keeping her ass nicely shaped. And I made sure to run my fingers along as much of her bare skin as possible.

I could tell from his pants that Greg had a raging hard-on. But I wasn't ready to share my bitch completely. So I had him sit on a chair, and then had my slut bend over him, dangling her tits into his mouth. He spent the next few minutes suckling at them greedily, like a calf going at the udders. He kept his hands to himself mostly, though I did notice him run his fingers over her shorts in the general area of her slutty slit. But that would have to wait for another time.

Now, when he visits, Greg only has to ask to have a nice meal of tit flesh. Plus some dessert. But that's another story.