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“Yes, Darius. We are meeting with the Downtown Alpha, and I require your presence.” “By foot, or by that petrol eating machine?” Darius inquired, knowing the Master’s penchant for surprises. “The latter,” the Master replied, rising from his chair with fluid grace. He picked up a talisman from a nearby table, its surface etched with ancient symbols, and slid it into his pocket. He never went anywhere without a talisman. His crimson red eyes were concealed behind dark sunglasses, adding to his already imposing presence. “So shall we?” •T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

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."

“Glad to see that the cat didn’t get your tongue, Cory. I do not keep such slaves. I found them completely boring.” “But ... isn’t it ... odd?” Xavier laughed again. “What does the color of my clothes tell you, Cory?” It was only then that Cory looked closer at the man’s attire. He was completely dressed in black, austere clothes. Surrounded by luxury, slaves, and servants, the rulers, the highest class of masters, had only one restriction to abide by. Their clothes could be no other color but black. “Master, you are among the rulers,” he whispered.

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.

" I am Doom! And will forever be Doom, No one crosses my path unless he desired death and chaos, I have been Absorbing Galaxies and Planets for Centuries now, This time when I Lord Doom has finally gain control over this Reality " " Reality will fall "

The room was quiet sunlight entering through thw window making the scene feel peaceful. The table was filled with files and that man keep opening those writing notes inside. His fingers moved up to massage his temples. Getting up from the chair and Walking over the carpet over the marble flooring he reached the floor to ceiling tall window. His fair firm hands loosened the knot of his blue tie hanging from his neck loosening the shirt's collor. He tilted his head tousling his soft black hairs. His amber eyes looking down at the road in front of the building. Cars, people everything was at a grain size from this height.

Is it often passerbys would come in lacking foot coverage? “No shirt. No service.” She nodded at the back wall where there was a handful of shirts hanging on a rusted old Z rack. He found one men’s large it was the only one that wasn’t pink. The shirt was black and had the shape of North Carolina on it and it read Come on and Raise up. Well then. This is it I guess. He turned to the clerk grinned and put the shirt on. It was a tad snug on his biceps and he felt ridiculous. He looked in the reflection of the drink cooler and he looked like something from a wrestling poster.

Well I suppose a glorified henchman. "Sebastion, Aria. He wishes to speak with you." Henchman, as we call him, has no sense of humor. When we first started calling Master by his nickname he was moody for months. He was absolutely livid when we started calling him Henchman. He dressed much like Master too, but he clothed in white robes. What where we suppose to do when they wouldn't give us names?

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.