It's probably evident by now that I keep my wife nearly naked most of the day. I do it because she needs constant reminding that I am in charge. And, of course, because I like the constant reminder that her flesh is always available to me. From experience I can tell you that keeping her pussy bare is far more mortifying for a slave than keeping her titties bare. Naked tits are almost commonplace. Visit New Orleans at night if you don't believe me. But strip her pussy for the world to see, and suddenly she understands the power you have over her.

Not long ago, I gave my friend Greg something new to jack off to. He was over and hinting broadly that he'd like to get a good look at my wife's naked boobs. I could tell that his wife had slammed the door on his suggestion for sex, and he was feeling mighty horny. After calling her over, I made her stand in front of us. She was dressed in a bright yellow sundress. As soon as I gave the order, we could see her hard nipples begin to poke through the front. Of course, she had no bra or panties on, as I had planned to use her roughly after my friend had left. 

She was startled when I told her to lift her skirt, as she expected to be baring her breasts. I had to give her the order again, more forcefully, to get her to comply. (Later that evening she received a sound spanking for her hesitation.) I watched my friend's eyes widen as he gazed upon my wife's bare pussy, the engorged lips hiding her wet, silky hole. This week, I had ordered her to cut her pussy patch into a large arrow, with the point right over her slit.

Her dress shook in her trembling hands when I leaned over and pushed her legs apart. I wanted to show him all her graphic bits, not only to convince him to lead his wife into sex slavery, but also to remind her of the power I have over her. I ordered her to lay back on the coffee table and to spread her legs. Now Greg was seeing her the way any man really looks at a woman: an open fuckhole ready to be used. My slave closed her eyes as I took him on an intimate tour of her sex hole. I pulled back the lips to show her pink, wet tube. I lifted the hood to reveal her pulsating clit. Then I pushed my fingers in and pulled them out to show just how sopping wet she really was. All the while, I talked about how nice it was to have a cunt like this at my beck and call. But in the end, he got nothing more than a look. I wasn't about to share my slut with him until he cleaned up his own sex life.