Padme Slave Costume Novels & Stories

"Shelly over there is a little. And Jade, beside her, is a slave. I'm sure you can tell which is which." Scott followed his gaze. One of the women, Shelly presumably, wore a pink baby doll nighty, her blonde hair tied in pigtails. Jade, on the other hand, her jet-black hair cut severely, was dressed in a black beaded bustier with spaghetti straps and a matching black thong.

Her voice was small, no matter how many times she was insulted or maltreated it didn't make the feeling any better, she could never develop a thick skin. "Are you sure?" Seeing that Pamala didn't answer she resigned."okay fine. I have spare jewelries. I could give them to you." Pamala let her eyes scan the dress, although she had chosen it in a moment of haste, it was such a beautiful dress. The bodice had little crystals with a small v-neck cut out, it was sleeveless. She could tell it'll cling only to the waist and the rest of the lace will Pour out. "I just hope it fits" She said.

Poppy’s antics were quite enough. At least my slave dress reached my knees. It was a dull rose in colour, as if it had been washed a thousand times, and didn’t suit me. Had there been many previous wearers? I didn’t want to examine that idea too closely. Though if they were slaves, they had probably belonged to the previous Alpha, the one who’d designed the layout of the pleasure room. I had panties, too, the kind which could be removed easily and I was trying not to think about that.

He was still hurt, and giving Trix the silent treatment. She pat down her uncomfortable outfit that reminded her of Katara from Avatar but fire nation style. She wore black baggy pants that were pushed closer to her skin at her ankle by her boots. The red, cotton dress like clothing that covered her upper half fell pass her knee and hugged her upper body. It had two high slits on either side and a small black leather armor of sorts over it. That all was paired with a belt that was designated for her weapons. The sight of it sent shivers down her spine. “Fear not, much less equip as you have gone and return,” Lord Kys said as he approached the wide eyed girl.

The head slave that has been standing aside watching the girls wash me steps forward with a little box in one hand and a dress in another. She walks up to me and dresses me. The other girls then start to adorn me with accessories from the little box. I was too stunned from the head slave’s previous reaction to even question what was going on. When they were finished, they stepped back and I was finally able to see myself in the mirror. Was this me? I looked like a noblewoman excusing the absence of a wolf. I was dressed in a white sleeveless dress. The material was soft and beautiful. On both arms, I was adorned with golden bangles. My makeup was done so naturally that my light freckles were

This made me smile because maybe this fire I was breeding wouldn’t burn me. We waited until Slade, surrounded by his four guards, came through an aisle. Finally, I took him in. He wore navy blue suit pants, a gray jersey, the white shirt peeking by the collar. His walk, determined and powerful, his stride letting everyone know he was pissed. My eyes then drifted to his guards who were always lingering around him. They had adapted to his pace and together they looked like a tornado about to blow everything away. I turned, looking around to see if anyone saw this force of humanity but realized the shop was empty.

"Don't speak unless you are asked to." "You should have tamed your Luna then, seeing as she spoke without being asked to," She gave me a pointed look, and I was a bit taken aback. She was putting on a sleeveless white gown that was slit at the thigh level. It revealed her creamy thighs down to her thin legs with a single anklet on the left. She was barefoot, and I guess she was into Jaleel's shamanic ways. It didn't save her mate, though. It only helped me kill him faster.

“You just simply learn to endure her.” “Her friend is even worse, but I’m sure you already know that.” I nodded, meeting a pair of starlight eyes from across the room. Tamara’s hair hung around her shoulders in a shroud of midnight, the cloths she wore were both practical and sexy. The pants she wore were dark and tight, with a gown of sheer lace over top. A slit in the gown revealed the pants beneath, paired with a corset that lifted her breasts.

Mage Silas – or Galahad - sighed. “I-I know. I won’t lose focus,” Shia said, picking her heavy body up from the ground, standing up again in her trembling, wobbling feet. She was wearing clothes that resembled her garments back in the desserts of Soccora where she had spent most of her childhood. She liked the thick but light fabric that covered only the upper half of body, exposing her waist, but on the lower part, she donned riding pants, similar to what Lady Khailis used to wear when she fulfilled her functions as part of the Imperial Guards.

"Sir Damon, say you to wear this." "Thank you," I said. She looked surprised I had thanked her. If only she knew I was much lower than her in class now. At least she was paid, but I— I was just a mere slave. I closed the door and wore the cloth. It was a milky-colored gown that showed too much skin. I sighed. I was his putanna, and I could do nothing about it. A knock came at the door again, and I opened it. It was the same girl. "Sir Damon, say you to come with me."