Slave Leia Lingerie Novels & Stories

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

she added, glancing back with a smolder that made his knees weak, "I need you to take it back off me." Leo unzipped the bag. Inside was a gown of liquid silver, a slip of fabric that looked more like mercury than silk. He helped her out of the crimson robe, his breath catching as it pooled at her feet. She stood before him in only a pair of delicate lace underwear, her back proud and naked, the sharp lines of his haircut exposing the elegant, vulnerable column of her neck. His hands trembled slightly as he lifted the dress.

Wear what I sent you. Leo’s gaze flicked to the sleek, black box sitting on his dresser. It had arrived two days ago, a courier delivery with no return address. Inside, nestled in black tissue paper, was a set of lingerie. It was made of deep emerald silk, the color of money and envy, with delicate black lace trim. There was a pair of panties, high-cut and impossibly soft, and a matching harness that crisscrossed over the chest and fastened in the back. It was beautiful, and it was humiliating, and it was the most intimate gift anyone had ever given him.

Lea nodded as she was moving to the bedroom that I don’t know if I could go in or not. “Come on. Don’t be shy. We don’t have any kinky stuff,’’ Lea said as I was taking a step inside the bedroom that she shared with her husband. “Yet,” Lea added. “Ee, please spare my innocent ears from your talk please,” I said as I was looking at her. Lea laughed before she opened the wardrobe. Her engagement and wedding rings were glistening in the morning rays. I wished I wanted to wear them as well. I was looking at the arrays of clothes; evening gowns, cocktail dresses, short and long dresses. If I don’t know any better, Lea loved to spend her money on dresses. As if she was reading my mind, she told me

In this world, appearances mattered, and the performance had to be flawless. Leia was wearing a deep V-neck silk slip dress, intentionally revealing the obvious red marks along her neck and collarbone. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, landing on her skin and making those marks impossible to miss. In contrast, I was dressed in a conservative high-neck cashmere sweater. The difference between us was striking. ‘She’s dressed so conservatively… She must’ve been beaten badly by that violent man last night. Trying to cover up the bruises, huh?’ Her smug speculation echoed clearly in my mind.

Leia asked, pulling me away from my thoughts. She was holding up a sunflower dress, "That would look very pretty on you." I replied. She looked at it again before she put it in her little basket and moved on. By the time she was done she had new shorts, shirts, dresses, shoes and some accessories that went with them. "Now it's your turn." Leia said walking to the mens side of things. "What do you normally wear?" Leia asked. "Shorts and a shirt, sometimes pants but that is when it gets a little colder out." I replied. "Say no more, two seconds." Leia replied, rummaging through everything. I wasn't going to argue or tell her no so I sat back and watched her do whatever she wanted to do. After

But this time, Betty leads me to another direction. Seeing me puzzled, Betty explains, “ I am Bruce is slave now, so I live in a different place.” When I open the door, I am shocked. Her room is so big that I can hardly believe that this is a slave room. Laura, the Luna, has a room of a similar size. Betty walks in casually and opens a large wardrobe. I am dumbfounded again. The ceiling tall wardrobe is filled with dresses of all kinds. You can find whatever you need in the wardrobe. Betty sits beside the dressing table and points at the dressing table lightly. “ You can choose the jewelry here.”

“And you are still a virgin. You got everything to get Lanceil in your palms.” “It’s not easy,” I said. “I need more time to seduce a cold-hearted man like Lanceil. Besides, he rarely comes home.” “That’s why I brought this,” Brett tapped the box he placed on the center table. He nodded as if giving me a signal to fill my curiosity. I slightly bent down and opened the brown box. When I saw what was inside, my eyes grew bigger. It is a maid outfit. But…! It looks sexy. The skirt was so short, and the upper part was too revealing! If I wear this, Lanceil and Vincent can easily see my cleavage and underwear!

Doll said walking towards Amelia and she smiled. An hour later Amelia was dressed in lingerie.. same like the girls in a Playboy magazine. Her creamy and fair body was matching with sexy black lace lingerie. Her thighs were fine and she had sexy legs, the breasts hung out from the bra she was wearing. A soft makeup done on her pretty face and she was wearing black flat pumps. "Why aren't you wearing heels?" Jewel came out and she was the sexiest of them, she was wearing six-inch heels, her legs were long, thin and sexy.