Badass Costumes Novels & Stories

A pang of jealousy hit me hard and I felt the facade I was wearing would burst out any moment. Jade's costume was a perfect indication of a vampire-like impression. She wore a long, flowing black gown that was fitted at the top and flared out from the waist. The dress was adorned with intricate lace detailing and had a high neckline that showcased her delicate collarbones. She completed her look with a pair of elegant, heretofore dangerous-looking, black stilettos.

JANE The Wonder Woman costume was tighter than I remembered. I tugged at the bodice, making sure everything stayed in place. Red and gold leather, the signature tiara, knee-high boots that made my legs look endless. Halloween week at Fantasy Island meant themed costumes, and Madam Fantasy had been clear: go big or go home.

And then there's the make-up sex, which was always so hot. The last time they fought again was Halloween night, they had a little disagreement about K's super sexy Cat Woman costume. It was a super tight and skin-fit leather suit. She didn't show much skin, though her cleavage was really popping out. And the shape of her perfect little ass was really visible for everyone to see, which didn't exactly make Jesse happy.

Master laughed at my need. He pulled two items out of a bag, one red, one black. "These are from a company called Couture de Nuit," he said. "They are fully adjustable so one size fits all. The moment I saw them, I thought they were perfect for two needy slaves such as yourselves to wear. They hide nothing and accentuate everything." He handed the black one to me and the red one to Lisa. "Help each other put them on and adjust them to the proper size, then come out. Our guests will be arriving soon. Here are your slave medallions. Add them to your collars. You are red silk today."

We looked inside and saw some sexy costumes for both men and women. "For today's activity, you are free to choose which costumes you want. I will give you thirty seconds to choose." We fought to get what we wanted from the box. I wanted the pink bunny costume that is less revealing at first, but Allyson beat me to it so I had no choice but to choose a maid uniform that is rather seductive. I noticed that it's complete from the head piece to the shoes. "Before we start our activity... have your partner wear the uniform you chose."

“This is a p**n set from another planet. We are just here to waitress, right?” She didn’t even glance at me when she asked. I swallowed hard. “I really, really hope so.” We stayed rooted to the spot, taking it all in, cataloging every insane detail. The room was huge: dark wooden lockers lining the walls, perfectly labeled storage boxes, everything immaculate. But hanging from a rack in the corner were outfits that wouldn’t look out of place at a very expensive, very adult Halloween party: leather corsets, sheer lace dresses that hid absolutely nothing, Venetian masks with feathers and chains.

"It is an absolute tragedy to the sector that your claws are not walking the international pack catwalks every season." I offer him a small, knowing smile but keep my mouth sealed. He has zero knowledge that my masked frame once dominated the supreme global fashion arenas before my return to the pack lands. I glance at my reflection in the polished iron mirror. The production team dressed my body in Soir Coffee's elite dark blue employee tunic, topped with a structured chef's hat. On any common omega or low-tier beta, the garment would look like standard kitchen rags, but the deep fabric clings to my broad shoulders and lean waist perfectly. The look is entirely striking, like a high-born co

And I couldn't help the naughty thoughts crossing my mind. The girls and I went shopping for our costumes. We decided that this time, we needed to wear something different. Odette always wears the same thing to every costume party or Halloween; vampire or zombie vampire. Starliss is always a sugar fairy. You know, pink to the core with a fluffy bubble skirt and large wings. If she's not pink, she's lavender or yellow. As for me, I'm always the biker with one leg of her oversized nineteenth-century pants cut to my knees. Wearing a concert tee with Anne-Marie's face printed on it, or a skull, skeleton legs or food, a rainbow ripped jacket, and an astronaut helmet. Don't ask me what I am becaus

ISABELLA The wardrobe stood like a silent judge, tall and dark, holding the next slice of humiliation Damian had prepared for me. My fingers hovered before pulling the door open. Inside, the outfit waited bold, obscene. A blood-red silk thong. A diamond-studded choker with a tag that glittered under the light. Matching black stilettos with needle-thin heels. Not clothes. A costume. A brand. A mark of ownership. I swallowed hard. My fingers trembled as I picked up the thong, the silk sliding like water between my fingers. I hated how beautiful it looked. How expensive. How seductive. Like it was meant to distract from what it truly was another chain around my neck.

I am so hungry. “Yes?” He asks, grabbing one himself. “I don’t have a costume.” I say, and he smiles, while walking to the closet. He comes out with his own costume and underwear, laying it on the bed. Then he goes back to the closet, while I keep munching on food. He comes back out with another costume; the dress is dark purple, and the stockings are black. The dress has that princess feel over it, with a sweetheart neckline and lots of puff. He then goes back in a third time, and comes back out with three boxes.