Padme Slave Costume Novels & Stories

He said with a wink. I threw on the clothes he left for me. Looking like a kid in her parents clothes. Everything was at least four sizes to big and smelled strongly of Alpha Colton. In all the confusion and chaos, lifting the front of his shirt to my nose, his scent calmed me. Laila purred in my head. “You’ll just throw yourself at anyone won’t you.” I joked. “Anyone that looks and smells like him hell yes! You really going to complain about being the slave of that gorgeous man.” She cooed.

They'll be going for your core, so duck and take out the feet. You did this a lot. Meira's eyes lit up at the sight of the new clothes coming our way. I looked them over as Pagomaris held up what looked like a one-piece red pantsuit. Yes, it had some kind of crystals stuck all over it, but at least it seemed I could move in it. I sighed and nodded to her, bringing a smile back to the aide's face. I did, Sassy sent. But remember, I was a champion. It's likely my methods have been studied and incorporated into current fighting techniques.

My slave had to wash the previous one and store it back in the box it came in. Before we retired, I picked out two outfits for Sunday. One was kind of a short, mid-thigh, black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. Without a bra, it would be very sexy. I'd be happy to take her out to dinner in it. The second one was a white leather mini-skirt with a semi-sheer white blouse. Her breasts wouldn't be as exposed as if she were topless, but her nipples and areolae would be visible through the translucent fabric. "Good night, my beautiful slave." "Good night, my wonderful Master."

But it was too late. He put the coat down and started heading back out of the cloakroom, straight towards me. I looked around in a panic, trying to find somewhere to hide, then quickly ducked behind a rather large potted plant. As he emerged into the light, I could see that Ronan’s description had been very accurate. He had dark brown, almost black hair, with a striking slash of silver going down the front. He was also wearing dark camouflage combat pants and a t-shirt, and they were splattered in mud, like he’d been hiding in the bushes in the garden.

"Sexy French maid or tortured slave?" One was an expensive, French maid outfit made out of silk. It wrapped around the small of her waist and covered a small part of her breasts - a little adjustment and she would be exposed. It had a small skirt that ended in the middle of her ass - she would flash her cunt when she walked. The tortured slave outfit was a torn black dress that, as the name suggests, put her on display from the torn areas. "French maid," I replied. "You'll be 'serving us'. It's more apt."

Jone Jackson POV "Look at this leather riding vest," Rebbie Hale says, her fingers smoothing down the tailored black hide as it hugs Jone’s broad, muscular shoulders. "I took off the heavy armor plating and extended the back train so it sweeps down your thighs like an elite warrior's tunic. Wearing it feels entirely different for this ceremony. It is the same basic ceremonial cut, but today, you actually look like a true royal omega mate."

I had never looked this good in forever all because I had always been a slave. "Thank you, I feel like a princess," I commented on the look. My hair was made into wavy curls and was now left to trail my shoulders. "Well wait until we do our job and you try on the dress, maybe then you can know how much of a princess you are." The makeup artist spoke. She was the maid who had makeup on and to be sincere, she looked absolutely wow. "I can't wait!" I spoke to the girls with an excited look on my face. I wondered what Logan would say when he finally sees me.

I wore it out showing it off to them but they were quite satisfied with the look neither did I. I got into the second one and it screamed power but it was short. So it got canceled immediately. The press conference wasn't a place to dress as one wished. The third one was just perfect starting from the black color. It was a one slide dress that had a high back slit. And the sleeves were long and slightly puff. "This is the one. We will take this one Mr. Fred," Arianna beamed and he giggled. "You look beautiful Jasmine, let's go kick some ass," Arianna linked her arm with mine.

But she would go. *** Evening came with a cooling hush, the sky painted in gentle shades of apricot and lavender. Inayat stood before her mirror, her attendant braiding her hair loosely. She wore a pale moss green dress that clung gracefully to her frame, simple but lovely. A soft brown cloak draped over her shoulders, fastened with a silver brooch. The attire was modest, informal, almost... ordinary. For a slave, it would pass unnoticed. For a princess, it was understated elegance.

“I can not wear that. I’ll be practically naked” “Oh everything is covered”, she states while waving a hand at me. “Thought you said Luna's are mothers and role models”. “And you are. That doesn’t mean you have to be drab. I know you like skirts with slits so have done that on both sides. The top shows that you are fierce and not be messed with but also sexy. The fabric is tough and in earth tones showing your grounded. It is to be worn with hair down and no shoes to give you more of a natural look and I have a gold necklace, earrings, and anklet to show your royal status. Courtesy of Conrad’s credit card”.