Sexy Inmate Costume Novels & Stories

Yeah, Raven thought, looking over the curve of Shadow’s back, the muscles that stood out on his arms, and the bronze of his skin against that bright, bright pink lace, maybe there was something to this sub thing. Vixen opened the door. The handle was hung with a sign on the handle: “Change-room.” Inside was a standard small room, three by three, completely empty except for a row of hooks on the wall on which hung an array of clothing and bags, under which were arranged shoes in every size and gender. Most of the shoes were sneakers, and the clothing was ordinary street wear. This was the room in which average joe transformed into a sex slave, he realised, if he was too shy to walk in his gea

“I want what Damien has. And more. He thinks he can own you, body and soul. He wants to break your spirit. I, on the other hand, want to see it fly.” He walked to a wardrobe and opened it. It was filled with clothes. But they weren't normal clothes. They were costumes. A nurse’s uniform. A schoolgirl’s outfit. A French maid’s costume. All of them were made of black silk or white latex, all of them scandalously revealing. “I want to play a game,” he said, turning back to her. “You are going to be my star. I am going to direct you. You will change into these outfits. You will model them for me. You will do what I say. And I will watch.”

Superstition clung to the walls like dust. Elena stood in front of her dressing-room mirror, alone. The costume was little more than gold body paint and chains that draped across her breasts and hips, leaving back, sides, and most of her ass bare. Her skin shimmered under the lights, every muscle carved sharp from weeks of starvation and obsession. She looked like a blade dipped in honey. Valeria knocked once and entered without waiting. She wore the Slave costume again: black straps, collar, nothing else. The leather had been adjusted since the gala; now it framed her completely naked cunt, lips already slightly swollen, as if her body knew what was coming.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

Now they arrived at the underground and just like everywhere in Beast clan, the underground too was beautifully built with lights all around. The Duvalls by now were shivering in great fear because they have arrived at where the Beasts has been held. it was a cage , heavily built for notorious Beasts as them. there sidney sat away from the others gawning at his chains. his eyes were bloodshot red and his White skin has wrinkled. he has changed totally from the handsome man everyone has known him to be and that was because of the blood he had failed to drink hours ago. As though they Sense their presence , the crazy Beasts start snarling and growling except Sidney who still continue to gawn a

And I knew exactly which suite: the sprawling penthouse at the Avalon, the same one where we’d shot some of our most legendary gangbang and orgy scenes back in the day. My heels click against the cold marble as I walk the short hallway, the sound sharp and echoing in the quiet. I’m dressed like the slut they remember— no, like the slut I still am, no matter how many years I spent pretending otherwise. The little black dress is skin-tight spandex, so short that if I bend even slightly, my bare ass cheeks flash beneath the hem. No bra. No panties. Nothing to slow down whatever is about to happen. My surgically enhanced D-cup tits strain against the thin fabric,

Amara asked with a teasing grin. ‘Damn! What the hell is wrong with this woman?’ “No, you can’t wear that, I said—” He shouted without thinking. “Well, why? I thought this was my uniform?” Amara said, confused. Xavier sighed and then looked at her with more resolve. “I gave you that to annoy you. I didn’t expect you to be this stubborn and actually wear it. And that’s not a maid’s uniform.” He explained, leaving Amara more confused. “T-that’s a—uhm... well, I asked a friend to get me that from a... from a sex toy shop—that’s what women wear when they and their partner want to play—you know, role play... sex games... it’s a costume...”

At least they came in me, not on me, so my outfit wasn't stained by the time we got there. They had sent over the outfit. It was a red leather corset with black laces up the back and a black zipper up the front for the impatient. There were lots of other black zippers set in the front, too. Around the bottom edge there were D-rings, smaller than the ones on the wrist restraints they used on me, but still easy to latch things onto. A black tulle skirt hooked onto the rings, mostly. There was a bit of a gap where the ends came together, and since I was forbidden to wear panties anymore, there was a lot flashing through the skirt gap. Black fishnet thigh highs and my favorite black stilettos co

She only has less than an hour before she will be brought to the room of that evil man, they called Boss. She stood up and opened the wardrobe cabinet, which according to the maid was for her. There inside the cabinet, she saw a lot of dresses, seductive nighties of different colors, pieces of underwear that mostly are thongs-type, brassieres, and others. She frowned seeing what type of clothes were inside the cabinet. They are all to be used to please or seduce the Boss, and she wanted to puke by just thinking of having s*x with an old evil man. She then grabbed the most decent dress that she could find inside the cabinet. It was a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a blue-green blouse, which