Novel & Cerita Slave Leia Lingerie

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.

Lexi grinned glancing at Leila. I got you something," Tiana said with burgeoning excitement as she hitched up herself and sauntered to the dressing table. She picked up a bag from it and ambled to me with it. "Take it and have a look," she smiled extending the bag to me. "Thank you," I mumbled as I took it from her. I opened the bag and saw something that look like a piece of clothing in it. I took it out of the bag and my eyes widened as they met red lingerie.

Leila Tina stood before me, her arms trembling slightly as she held up two dresses: one a white mesh cake layered dress like a cotton ball, bulky and cheap, the other a red haute couture flame, all passion and silk stitched into its seams. I stared at them, my reflection caught in the cracked mirror behind her - pale, sharp-edged, a woman teetering on the brink of something irreversible. My fingers brushed my forehead, the skin there still tender from too many nights spent clawing at memories.

I’ve seen slaves and maids sneak down there before, sometimes for stolen goods, sometimes for sex, sometimes for things I don’t want to think about. So I know it leads somewhere, and tonight, it’s going to lead me out of here. This morning, I woke up a slave, but once, I was Serena, heir to the Silverpine Pack. Daughter of an Alpha. Luna in-waiting. I remember the way my pack and family looked at me with respect, with pride. I remember power. I was supposed to lead. To protect. Now, when people look at me, all they see is a slave, but I refuse to die as one.

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!

After series of Shopping. I was holding seven bags. Liana was holding eight. And the credit card machine was holding on to its life. We bought: Heels. Boots. Sneakers. Shoes shaped like weapons. Makeup enough for three lifetimes. Dresses that cost more than Shawn’s dignity. And lingerie Liana picked up with a wicked gleam in her eye. “This one is perfect,” she whispered, dangling a lace piece in my face. I choked. “For what?” “For walking past Slade and watching him malfunction. Look here’s the red one. Men are so predictable.”