Medieval Nightgown Novels & Stories

She took it off the rack and headed to the fitting room. When she finished changing, she looked at herself in the mirror with clear admiration. It was a short black nightgown, falling slightly below the curve of her hips. The upper part was designed like a supportive bra with thin straps, while a sheer layer flowed beneath the bust, revealing black lace underneath. On both sides, there were two long cut-outs extending from the waist down. She looked dangerously sexy.

Thinking that, she shut her eyes tight. Theodore looked down at himself, before walking to the wardrobe and getting changed into sleepwear. When he came out, he threw a nightgown in Rosalie’s direction. Rosalie turned when she heard a movement by her ears, and saw the nightgown on the bed. It was pink with lace, and looked like sexy lingerie. “Why… Why did you grab something like this? Are there no other sleeping gowns available?” Rosalie grumbled. Wouldn’t this make things worse for him?

Her nimble fingers slid through the colorful garments, looking for the one that best suited her plan. Finally, her eyes landed on a satin and lace nightgown. The piece was daring, shorter than usual, exposing almost half of her thighs. Hanna hesitated for a moment, but soon a mischievous smile formed on her lips. "If I want to make him escape from someone else's grasp, I have to be better than her!" she commented to herself, looking at herself with determination. Carefully, she took the nightgown off the hanger, admiring the soft texture of the satin and the intricate lace details. The piece was perfect, exuding sensuality and mystery.

Luckily, I find a bathrobe in the bathroom and take my time in the shower, trying to wash off the memories of tonight even when I know I can't. Leaving my dress and underwear in the bathroom, I shrug on the bathrobe. On opening the second closet I didn't notice at first, I’m shocked when I find nightgowns in it. Thoughts of things that I shouldn't care about stumble at once in my mind, but I try to shrug them off like they don't matter. I slip into the Victorian white nightgown with a V-line plunging around my breasts while my nipples peeked through and the sleeves slid off my shoulders as the fabric clung to my hips. It was the most modest thing I could find in the closet.

He was past the point of saving or talking any sense into. I dragged in a breath as they tried to tie a corset behind my back and I instantly stiffened. They pulled and pushed at it till they got it where they wanted it begore they tied it and let go. I couldn't even breathe and when I stared at myself at the mirror, I saw what I looked like. Like one of them. My clothes were a full on bridal white gown, my hair done into an updo the women in the medieval times didn't even think of doing or achieving.

Their costumes blended eras: some in tailored Regency tailcoats, others in Roman togas that barely concealed their arousal, a few in Medieval armor stripped to the waist, revealing scarred, muscular bodies. I entered the center of the salon wearing nothing but a sheer, flowing white gown that clung to my curves like mist. The fabric was so thin it was almost transparent, my nipples clearly visible, the slit up the side revealing the smooth skin of my thighs with every step. Gold chains adorned my wrists and ankles, and a delicate collar with a single pendant rested against my throat — a symbol of my status as the night’s centerpiece. The Masters fell silent as I walked to the raised central

I couldn't even lift my arms. Gaspard continued working on my clothes and said in a soft voice, "During the Middle Ages, women wore corsets to conceal the natural shape of their body, which in fact made them more tempting to men. The hourglass figure of their waistline and the fact that their breasts were pushed up high like that. No man would resist its temptation." Gaspard's hand slowly ran down my chest, all the way down my abdomen. I opened my mouth and tried to scream, but nothing came out.

I quickly walked back to my former position, sitting down and looking hopeless. Once the door roughly opened in an instant, I flinched backward colliding my back with the wall. "Put those on." The guard instructed tossing the pieces of cloth on the ground. I turned my gaze to the clothes; a pair of white lace exotic nightgown and a midi lace jacket to go with it. It was less a nightgown more a slut gown. "What?" I asked gazing between him and the cloth. "You heard me right, put those on." He said

And now, I was handing it to her on a silver platter. As I pulled out the gown, the candlelight in the room danced across its intricate embroidery, illuminating the delicate threads of silver and gold. The gown was a masterpiece of medieval craftsmanship, its velvet fabric a deep, rich blue that seemed to shimmer in the light. The bodice was fitted, with delicate lace trimming the edges, and the sleeves were long and flowing, with tiny seed pearls sewn into the fabric. The skirt fell in soft folds to the floor, the hem embroidered with a delicate pattern of vines and flowers.

hummed, ran out freely, and returned within two minutes, holding more than a peach-colored nightgown in her hand. "This is. . ." Lam Tu Han skimmed over her nightgown, made a blood-soaking demonstration, said: "This is erotic? Compared to my winter nightgown, it's more conservative, oh my god, you still have to be careful when you go to bed at night. lang?" The maidservant smiled shyly: "I have a habit of wearing a thick nightgown at night, because I often kick the blanket." "Forget it, forget it, that's it"