Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

“As long as all parties are willing, treated with respect, and not minors, there is nothing wrong or right. It just is what it is.” “Give me…” He struggled. “Take your time,” she replied, easily, her eyes rising to beyond the booth. A man dressed in a pink dress that stretched over tightly across his chest and just covered his assets, and thigh high fishnets held up with pink ribbon, worked his pink glittery heels and glittered red beard as he served them. A pink collar around his neck read: SLAVE. He set a metal shaker, a cocktail glass, and two tall glasses of clear liquid onto the table.

Not until I saw a man approaching me. The man appeared disheveled and unkempt, with tattered clothing that showed signs of wear and tear. His face bore traces of dirt and grime, making me realize that I was no different from him because he was a slave too. But despite his work appearance, his eyes held a glimmer of resilience, reflecting the strength within him. His posture seemed weary, hinting at the possible hardship he must have endured in the slave establishment. "Miss, are you working here as a slave?" He asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

Even though it was already late, the night couldn't hide the beauty of the castle. "Master!" Some ladies came running and bowed when they reached his side. Master? are they all his slaves? She looked at them, and they seem nothing like slaves. They were dressed in luxurious wears like the nobles, beautiful. This is not what she expected a sex slave to look like. "She is the new slave I bought, you have a week to teach her everything she needs to know" He ordered and walked inside with his guards behind him. "A week?" Imogen thought. After a week, what happens next? Will he have her then?

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.

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.”

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.