Sexy Slave Outfit Novels & Stories

I mutter, standing up and making my way to the west end of the club when I pause my steps, unable to believe what my eyes are seeing. My Scarly, dressed in the most skimpy and sexy outfit I have ever seen her in. The short dress which barely leaves anything to the imagination hugs her like a second skin, letting her curves show in all its glory. The succulence of her sexy thighs call to me as it shimmers in the lights and when my eyes settle on her tits which are barely covered by the tiny strings of the dress, I slowly run my tongue along my lips, God! I love her fucking tits.

“Damn woman, I would like anything you do to me. You carry on treating me how you want to. I am yours Roxy and I always will be. If you want to spank me go right ahead. If you want me to buy you a whip so you can whip me and treat me like your own persona sex slave, I will buy you a whip.” She bites her lower lip. “Now, I like the idea of you being my sex slave. I want a nice whip one with diamonds and all black faux leather.” I throw my head back and laugh. “I suppose you want the whole dominatrix outfit to go with it too.” She licks the top of my crown. My boxers now mid-thigh. Her hand cups my balls and I swear to God, I am about to jizz all over her face and tits. “I do like the idea of

The rage of his wolf, and his maniacal sexual urges. Legs apart, his body exuded a threatening aura in his black outfit. But the omega thought differently. He was not only dashing. She squirmed at the sexiness of his poise. Taking her fate into her own hands, she approached him, with less caution, and a sway of seduction. Her sleeveless dress allowed her cleavage to bounce free in the enclosure of a small bra cup. Emboldened by her blessed shape, as an advantage, she slithered her arms around him.

Whatever she wanted, I'd do. I stripped out of my clothes, phone in hand, and headed into my bathroom. Fuck, with the picture that she sent and then what she said, I was rock hard. My phone buzzed again with a text. What do you think about this outfit? A picture came seconds later, and God-fucking-damn! It was leather and had chains hanging off the neckline and belly button. Straps wrapped around her neck and met in the middle of her breastbone to a metal ring, which tied onto the straps holding the top on her shoulders. Leather cords ran down her legs and connected to those that circled her thick thighs. Her tits billowed over the little coverage the top offered, and I was sure that the pan

She's gorgeous, Kelly thought. The older woman was dressed in a sheer lace black body stocking and black high-heeled pumps. It hugged her body and stretched tightly across her curves. Her already hard nipples were poking through the thin material. She was smiling seductively at the pretty blonde teacher. "Hmm, I love that outfit, Steph," Kelly said throatily," but maybe it covers too much of your good stuff." She followed Stephanie across the room and watched her ass sway sexily, each cheek moving independently with her exaggerated sway.

I put the fish and vegetables onto a plate and sit at the island counter with a glass of water. I can't wait for sex with Benny, he's short and cute and wants to role play a little, my favourite kind of scenes. He wants to play as my slave, which means I'm going to deprive him of every right I can and then end it with a good fuck. I'm not a sadist, but I can act like one. When I'm done I wash my dishes and then go to my bedroom to get showered and changed into leather pants and boots. I fasten the new chest harness Damian bought me and then spray myself with some masculine cologne.

I challenged him with a sinister smile. He shifted gears again, but I noticed how his hand was sliding down the gear stick-- closer to my knee. "Is that a challenge Ms Leir? " He growled in a undoubtedly sexy tone, and his hand finally made contact with my bare knee through the ripped jeans, sending sparks through my body. "Only if you want it to be, Detective Deckor," I whispered in a strained voice as my body blazed on fire. A light flashed through his eyes as his hand trailed higher. Slowly. Slowly.

It's torture of the most erotic kind. I've had several new outfits made for her. The one she's wearing today is particularly revealing. A bronze clasp holds the leather hip straps and small twines of supple leather secure to the bronze and cover her pussy. Barely. She uttered not one complaint when I opened her door so she could follow me to the practice perch. I rebuke myself for having such a revealing outfit made. Again, torture. With her riding me, I ease my cock's forescales back and give the swelling a bit of relief. It's how I've controlled myself each day. In her current state of attire, I need additional therapy and I'm hoping cold water will help. "Would you like to swim?"

"Fuck, yes. Better than most porn sites I've seen. I think I need to order one of your beds, by the way. I'd really like the Alaskan King model since I have two slaves now, but I might need a larger bedroom first. I'll need to take some measurements." "I'll work you a favorable discount. Anyway, Melanie didn't want her naked figure to be on the website the first day of shooting, so she wore this pretty little pink camisole/tap pants outfit. Of course, the website was a big hit and has a lot of looks. One day, her boyfriend heard about the naked slaves on our website from his buddies and he went to look at it. He didn't recognize Melanie from her naked pictures, because Sean did a good job of

That night, Winter wore a deep green long dress that revealed her slender neck and the elegant lines of her collarbones. Even with just a hint of exposure, she was alluring. If she showed any more skin, she'd become the target of every man in the room. "Hey, gorgeous. You're stunning and totally my type." A sleazy guy sidled up to them, assuming Sasha was an easy mark when he saw her provocative outfit. He reached to wrap an arm around her waist. "Come play with me. I'll make sure you have fun."