Revealing Clothes Novels & Stories

Maybe things will get better… I turned to the bags that were still left to organise. Alistair had delivered many bags of clothing and I realised most were rather revealing, all in colours I didn’t usually wear aside from black. I missed my hoodies… I stared at the dress I now took out of the bag. It was a halter neck, and it was so short… I looked up when a shadow blocked the doorway. “My prince.” I whispered, moving back as his sharp gold-green eyes scanned the closet. My haze dipped to his perfect body,

She guessed Calvin ordered them not to open the boxes. She curiously brought the first one out, it was a tight black gown, it looks like it's going to stop right below her butt. She looked at the upper part of the dress, it has slim have a it's sure going to reveal a lot of cleavage. The gown also has openings at the waist sides.

Every shadow in the room seemed to whisper promises of what awaited when darkness fell again. When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, a soft knock sounded at the door. A human attendant, elegant and silent, entered with a fresh gown. This one was even more revealing than the last, deep crimson silk that clung to my curves and featured a plunging neckline that left my throat and the upper swells of my breasts completely exposed. The fabric whispered against my skin as I dressed, already stirring fresh arousal between my thighs. I knew they would smell it the moment I stepped into their presence.

“Slow.” I was wearing one of his white dress shirts, the crisp cotton a stark contrast against my skin, and nothing else. My heart hammered against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate for freedom that it no longer desired. I unbuttoned the shirt with shaking fingers, taking an agonizing amount of time over each pearl button, drawing out the reveal exactly as he wanted. The fabric slid off my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his gaze.

I wanted to be seen. From the back of the closet, I pulled out something, a piece of clothing meant for a completely different life. It was a slip of black lace lingerie, almost entirely see-through. It was shockingly revealing, covering only the bare minimum. I slipped it on. The sheer fabric did nothing to hide the soft curve of my stomach or the dark, untamed tangle of hair between my legs, which I had never shaved. It was my secret rebellion, a symbol of the wildness I refused to tame for any man, even an Alpha. I walked to the vanity table, feeling strangely empowered, yet shaking inside. I combed through my damp hair, waiting. I knew Jerry would come. He had commanded me to the room, a

But when he revealed the clothes hidden inside, my entire world of fantasies crumbled. “What is this?” I asked, my stomach churning as I examined the outfit—if those tiny scraps of fabric could even be called that. The outfit bore some resemblance to the club’s uniform. It was black and white, with a tight vest and a white shirt, but the similarities ended there. The vest looked more like a corset-style belt, and the white shirt had a deep plunging neckline, paired with a tight skirt that seemed to reach knee-length but had a large slit up the side of the leg.

"And he wants you to wear this." She stepped aside, revealing another staff member holding a neatly folded outfit. I recognized it instantly, it was something that Rhett had told me that he wanted me to wear, he had said something about loving women wearing it. But this wasn’t just any version. This was the one with a plunging neckline and scandalous slits that left little to the imagination. I stared at it, my stomach churning.

I changed into my clothes, then looked at the mirror and was surprised to see myself. I actually did not expect that my grandmother would design such a revealing dress. It was a bloody red long dress exposing my collarbone and even a glimpse of my sternum. Some parts of my back were also revealed. There was also a slit on my right side, exposing my right leg, which made it easy for me to move in this dress.

I just want to hide somewhere or may this ground swallow me wholly. "Promise," he said and a wicked smile spread on his lips. I went inside the changing room and didn't check the dress but wore it as it is. I looked at myself at the mirror and was shocked beyond my imagination. I wasn't expecting this. The dress was a set of barbie doll in black. It was very revealing. I have never wore something like this before. It was a black bra where my erect nipples could be seen and it connected with a bow at my stomach. However, my belly button was visible and a thong was attached at the bottom. It has a velvety texture at the bottom. However, my vagina was covered my a transparent cloth, so it could

Dean Unwrapping what is hidden in the box, I find a very exclusive looking red dress. It doesn't show any cleavage, has 3/4 length sleeves. The length of the dress reaches my knees and is drapped slightly at the waist on one side. But once dressed in it, I realize the cut is still sexy as it is very tight fitting and is almost like a second skin.