Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and nodded, tilting my neck so he could attach the leash to the clasp on my collar. We exited the car and I followed him, my legs already feeling weak beneath me. I had been dressed as a slave would dress—in a short dress, formal enough for the occasion, but nothing too luxurious for a typical slave. My legs chilled in the passing breeze. Cliff raised his head as we approached and smirked as his eyes met Lucas. That smirk faded when those piercing eyes swept to me. He sneered. “She looks timid.” “She’s a new one,” Lucas explained simply.

I heard that if their lustful eyes fall on any woman; they make her their slave and own her mind, body, and soul. After my shower, I come out of the bathroom dressed in my maid attire - a black dress, a white apron, and a hairband. The dress reaches my mid-thigh and lifts furthermore when I wear it with heels. When male workers ogle at my legs, it makes me feel pretty uncomfortable. Why does this uniform have to be so short, God? I despise it when men gaze at me with lust in their eyes. I dwell in one of Wilson's servant quarters. Every quarter has a single bed, and a small attached bathroom. My job is to cook, which I enjoy.

She wiped her tears but again his hurtful words kept on echoing in her ears making her feel worst. Her eyes flickered in dread when he walked out completely dressed up this time. His half face was covered with the mask and the king's long mantle was hanging over his shoulders slightly touching the floor as he walked ahead. He turned his blank scary eyes to her making her gulp down as she clutched the robe even more. "You're not allowed to leave this chamber. Your food, clothes, and everything of your need will be sent here by Carol in a few hours. And remember one thing Slave." He held his head high turning his body completely to her.

One of the girls looked at the note in my hand and then to the stunning dress that was on my cot. “Apparently I am not for sale, I now belong to Zane. I need to wear this dress and sit beside him with a smile on my face like a good little slave”

"As to Chantelle, just tell us the amount of the bill on the food she buys and we'll pay it. Since there will be so many males present, I would leave it up to you how you and your slaves would like to dress. It's your home and I think you should be as comfortable as you wish to be. I'm uncertain about my group. They all know of our relationship and have witnessed or even partaken of our slavery. They may choose to remain clothed or may strip depending on their own inclinations. I know for certain the three sex slaves here will be naked. Everything else would be up in the air, but I don't have any idea how many would choose to take off their clothes. I'll send out invitations and ask for a fi

She applied the body cream and face cream as she dressed up, putting on her uniform which was a bit different from the others she had seen the other day — it was the same style, just that hers was army green instead of black. Well, maybe because her position was different. "Yeah, I'm his slave after all." She nodded as she stood in front of the dressing mirror and packed her hair into a high ponytail. ★ Ice Pick chuckled again with his eyes glued to his phone. "She's clearly different, right?" He asked no one in particular. "The high ponytail looks good on her." James chuckled, peering into Ice Pick's phone as Ice Pick quickly turned off his phone's screen. "What's funny? And why are you lau

However, he did send me one last reassuring nod before he disappeared into the crowd of vampires. I just stared at where he disappeared for a short while before taking in a deep breath. I really wanted to try and have fun tonight. It would be a shame if Nico had spent a fortune on a dress that I didn't even have fun in, so I began to carefully make my way over to where the other pets and slaves were. All of the castle slaves were dressed nicely in their usual tuxedos, whereas the pets varied in types of clothing. Some were in skirts and plain dresses, and some weren't even dressed up. Many of them weren't even wearing shoes.

said Becky, shaking her head. “No, you need it! Don't you wanna change that white dress with another color?" Becky looked at him in amazement, “Are you for real?” James just shrugged curtly. It might sound like something trivial, but for Becky, it was a big step. Because the white dress that she had always been wearing was a symbol of slavery that James made for the women who became his slaves. That meant there was little hope for her... "Where's Megan?" she asked, looking around, as they were walking across the living room toward the exit of the villa.

It was an utterly unpleasant experience. The slave master only brought us out when there was a potential buyer, and this time, it was different. The buyer wasn't a man but a woman in her forties. She had long hair that reached her waist, a fair complexion, and was adorned with heavy jewelry. Her attire was beautiful, shimmering with gold. I couldn't help but wonder why a woman would be interested in us. Was she perhaps a lesbian or something? Her eyes roved over all of us, carefully studying our appearances.

With one last, lingering glance at me, Damon turned and strode toward the door, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. My body shook as the door slammed shut behind him with a deafening thud, leaving me in cold, oppressive silence. Moments later, a woman walked into the cell and threw a garment at me. My heart sank as I traced the thin revealing fabric. “The king ordered you wear this,” the woman stated flatly. I looked at the garment in disbelief. “What is this? It’s too exposed.” I murmured. The woman didn’t meet my eyes. “This is what slaves wear here.” her words were blunt, final.