Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

Since then, I had curled up in bed, drowning in sickness and pain—until he suddenly barged in. Sighing heavily, I moved toward my small wardrobe, pulling out the first dress my fingers touched. Not that I had much to choose from. My wardrobe held only a few things—the servants’ uniform and four worn-out dresses. That was all. That was all I owned. The mansion staff received generous monthly salaries, but me? I was never paid. Because I wasn’t a worker—I was a slave. An omega. Paying for the sins I knew, deep down, my parents never committed.

Of course, such thought only existed in Jean's mind. Indeed, she still needed to work. This time, the middle-aged man touched Jean's smooth thighs, who only wore a skirt above the knee with stockings as a compliment. Of course, it wasn't her wish to wear clothes like that, but all the nightclub workers where Jean worked wore the same costume as her. Jean was furious. No one should ever touch it. She would scold the man if a baritone didn't disturb the whole room. "She's mine," Said the one from the corner of the sofa where he sat.

On this night, everywhere was open to play. I chose a slave costume consisting of a cut-up white bedsheet wrapped around me to resemble underwear and a slave collar with a chain leash. When employees saw me, they all loved it and threatened to pull my sheet away at a random opportunity. John and the other bouncers were the only ones not in costume. The other bartenders were likewise scantily clad. As the party got started, I laughed, played around, and joked with the other bartenders and customers as things got started. I figured things wouldn't start heating up until 10 pm at least. No one wanted to tire themselves out before the all-out orgy started.

Ashton said, getting up from the bed and walking towards Elena, who is already so confused and nervous. "But... but why? I don't think I am ever going to use these dresses. I am just a slave here, your highness" She said, still staring at him in confusion. Ashton took a long sigh and walks closer to Elena, replying "yes, you are just a slave here", Elena felt hurt, and then she gulped, trying to hide but it was visible on her face, even though she knows that she is a slave but hearing this from his voice is hurting her a lot.

Every single slave that proceeds out after me looks empty and robotic. They exit, and turn in their soap and washcloth. He inspects their bodies and hands them generic clothing and no towel. I try to slip on the cotton panties and the white linen sports bra, but the water that clings to my skin makes it more of a workout as I stumble from side to side trying to yank the once dry clothes up my wet body. When I finally pull the taupe cotton dress down over my body, I turn and see that they dress all the women the same, while the men dawn a pair of brown linen pants that look crazy itchy and a white t-shirt. Bella steps up in front of us and gives us all a grim look before sighing heavily and c

I lingered, arms crossed. “You really think parading us both around is a good idea?” I asked flatly. “I think showing strength is the only idea,” he said. His eyes locked onto mine. “And I want you there.” “Because it looks good for business?” His jaw flexed. “Because you’re my wife and you belong there.” I didn’t answer. I turned and left, heart pounding. That night, a gown was laid out for me on the bed. Midnight silk, backless, expensive enough to pay off my stepfather’s debt twice over.

She should be careful because there are cannibals here that only want her to be their dinner. Her price is now on fifty million which is funny because they want to buy this woman. I stare at her and I must admit that she looks beautiful but not that much. She also looks soft which annoys me the most. The bidding was about to close when she looked me in the eye. Her eyes were screaming for help which made me raise my hands. “Sixty million! I will buy her for sixty million!" I yelled. “Anyone who can beat sixty million?" He yelled as he showed the woman to the crowd. “Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

Music was coming out of one corner where minstrels played the lute, and under the music was a continual under pitch of whispering, hungry, cruel, and always watching. And there I was in the midst of it all, bearing a golden tray like the servant they would have had me be. The palace seamstress had dressed me in better clothes than I had ever possessed, dark tunic, trousers, boots polished to a shine and yet, no matter how finely the cut, the tray itself had a way of reminding me how it was, in their eyes, that I was indeed a slave only dressed up as a man. Every whisper followed me as I moved between nobles.

Lorez Blackclaw’s screeching voice reaches my ear with his groveling greeting while he snaps his fingers at a nearby slave who takes our luggage and disappears. Melanie and I move toward the door with him as I observe silently. He wears a goddess awful green black button vest with a white long sleeve dress shirt underneath tucked into tight fitting black slacks. His shoulder length black hair is slicked back. The jewelry adorning his neck and fingers is overindulgent. He is really trying to show his affluence. How drawl.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.