Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

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

"Shelly over there is a little. And Jade, beside her, is a slave. I'm sure you can tell which is which." Scott followed his gaze. One of the women, Shelly presumably, wore a pink baby doll nighty, her blonde hair tied in pigtails. Jade, on the other hand, her jet-black hair cut severely, was dressed in a black beaded bustier with spaghetti straps and a matching black thong.

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.

"I tried to run away too when I was a slave-to-be. Courage. It's going to be okay." She lead Britney into the shower room. "You go take a shower and then I'll explain the makeup, okay?" "Okay," responded Britney. "Try talking with a higher pitch and more softly. You'll see it will come. And have you thought of a female name yet?" "Britney... Why are you naked?" "In fact, slaves are naked. But feminized people are dressed as women." "So Alex..." "No, not Alex. She's a slave supervisor. That's why she is allowed to wear clothes."

"Sexy French maid or tortured slave?" One was an expensive, French maid outfit made out of silk. It wrapped around the small of her waist and covered a small part of her breasts - a little adjustment and she would be exposed. It had a small skirt that ended in the middle of her ass - she would flash her cunt when she walked. The tortured slave outfit was a torn black dress that, as the name suggests, put her on display from the torn areas. "French maid," I replied. "You'll be 'serving us'. It's more apt."

And very swiftly she began stripping down until I was bare in nothing other than my panties and bra, I stared at her as she nonchalantly kept dressing me in a longsleeved wedding dress that seemed more fitting for the victorian era. It had puffy sleeves and lace all over, a turtle neck that buttoned down my back. The dress was long and poofed at the bottom as it hit the floor, gulping my eyes instantly shot up to look at Lilly who was still meticulously at work preparing me for a wedding. "So you're a slave?" My question suddenly stilled her as she stopped working on the dress and looked up at me with tension in her eyes, "Yes," She nodded, "I've been a slave since I learned how to walk, my

The smiling women strutted around in front of the Doms as they filed out from behind the stage. Camilla was a little puzzled to see that the slaves were to all intents and purposes stark naked. They had all primped and preened in their lovely costumes earlier in the bathroom, but they had removed them before coming on stage. She wondered if she was supposed to be naked, but she remembered what Sir had said about a little clothing making a woman sexier. In her soft sub space haze she decided that she didn't want to worry about it. Some of the lovely bare slaves had their collars on, and some still had their leash attached. Some had other types of jewelry and various bits of decoration, but ot