Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

Not that this surprises me, after all, yesterday I saw the magnitude of the place and how it was far superior to the pack I lived in, there are many employees, but as far as I noticed, no slaves, perhaps the slaves do the dirtiest jobs or else they dress them up, so they can blend in. I know, I've heard that in vampire society there are hardly any slaves, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. I took a quick shower, but I did as I was told, washing my skin and hair thoroughly to get rid of Soren's scent. When I got out, I realized that there were clothes ready, they were the same uniform I had seen the students in yesterday, but my insignia was different.

It all made sense because he liked sex and role-playing. When I found it, I threw one to River. I put the white headband on and a little bit of red lipstick. I put on fishnet stockings and wore the maid costume, not wearing underwear. I smirked when I left the room, seeing River in his maid costume. His face was pale while looking at it. His muscular body was showing, making me gulp. "Hey, handsome~" I teased. He looked up at me and his eyes widened slightly upon seeing my outfit.

I was dressed up in my black hood, which I wore over my favorite round neckline gown that stopped right above my knees. It was my only gown without any torn parts but was quite oversized around the chest region, so the long jacket will do well to cover that. I had no good clothes anymore, as they had been either burned or thrown away by the Luna. According to her, I was a slave so I should look like one-tattered and haggard. All the clothes I brought from my parent's house were all gone and replaced by different kinds of old and badly sewn clothes that she brought for me.

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

she volunteered. The conqueror’s gaze was fixed on her cleavage. Oh no, he wouldn’t ask that of her, would he? Not in the Hall in front of everyone, surely? She waited. “That shift is an ugly colour. Don’t ever wear it again,” he said. As if she had even had a choice. “Had a change of heart, my lord? I assume it was you who picked it in the first place.” “I won’t tolerate insolence, slave. Be warned.”

With one eye on me, she bolted into the bathouse and I stood there shaking my head at how absurd it was. It was not like he favored me, as a slave, I was not entitled to a handmaiden or even dresses. But not only was I bathed with the best of scents, but once I returned to the room, the wardrobe was filled with colorful clothes, a slave shouldn’t be dressed in. “What’s this?” I asked in shock, my eyes glued on the colors I had always loved wearing back at the duke mansion. Red, purple, white and black. Everything were on point, even the accessories and the shoes were all my size. It was like Dain used the nights of passion and the information from home to map out everything I liked.

Walking, or hobbling, to the platform had been extremely difficult, blindfolded as she was by a cord of dark leather, but her Master's guiding hand on her leash had stayed strong and constant as she took her tiny steps, the only size allowed by the chain linking her ankles together, to the place of her enslavement. Her arms were wrapped tightly together in a white leather armbinder, the largest piece of clothing currently covering her petite frame. Her wrists had permanent silver cuffs welded to them too, but her Master had opted for the armbinder because, as he said, every wife deserves to be seen in white. Her fingers were wrapped inside two white leather ball mittens, meaning, as her lung

She picked up her plate of porridge and poured it on her chest. "Ah!" Nina gasped, rushing up to her feet. "What?" Stacey smiled evilly. "Little witch! What really have you right to sit on this table and eat? The last time I checked....you were nothing but a slave! And where are slaves supposed to be before they eat? Somewhere that suits their place fool!" Stacey yelled at her. Nina's eyes filled with tears. Of course she was nothing but a slave. Nina turned and ran back upstairs, covering her mouth.

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.