Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

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.

I look back as I hear the ding of the door and watch as 6 male enters. I shake my head. Even though they are all dressed casually, it isn’t hard to tell that they were warriors or personal guards of some type. I return my attention back to the racks in front of me. I want something elegant, however; I need it to cover my shoulder and the slave mark on the back of it. I leisurely search the racks, Daniel steps a little closer as I am approached by one of the sale staff. She smiles at both me and Daniel and says,

He sounded half amuse to my reaction, and I can only look away. My outfit especially is one of a commoner, and nothing especial about it. But his is something consider highlighted, though the outfit is of the rag and too least consider a commoner, but those of a slave of a powerful clan. Despite thise, he's shine amidst the sea of commoner.

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

Deep green silk with a neckline that showed more than half of my cleavage and a high slit. “Strip.” My skin still burned from his hands, but I obeyed. When I was naked, he traced a purple bruise on my hip, then placed the dress over my head, fitting it into place like I was a mannequin. The silk clung to my hour glass body. Brayden fastened my collar over the fabric. His lips brushed my ear. “You’ll sit there tonight looking like a queen. But don’t forget, you’re still my whore.” The restaurant was very elegant. Crystal chandeliers glittered above a long table where they were already waiting.

Rags replaced our extravagant costumes, transforming us into common traders seeking anonymity in the darkness. Our attention turned to Rebecca, still lost in dreams woven with the anticipation of a grand wedding. Her exquisite dress, a symbol of meticulous planning, was discarded without remorse. She was then attired as a common slave, surrounded by corn, coconut husks, and wheat crops – a disguise that would help her blend seamlessly.

However, I know that no amount of cosmetics can conceal what I really am. “All slaves wear heels when their masters are going to bring them to a party. I already choose the not-so-pointed ones because I heard you’re new and probably your first time,” she explained while helping me tie my high-knee black boots. She’s wearing the same dress that Roman brought to me earlier. But the difference is, she’s wearing the blue one while mine’s brown. “It’s definitely my first time,” I replied. She fix her stance and raise a brow at me. “Really? This is your first time to be a slave because this is your first time getting caught or because no one tried buying you before?”

Now she was grateful he did not let her look at him when they spoke, or he would have seen her reaction and would have been pissed. What made her eyes come out of her sockets was the fact that he never asked her to buy him anything, yes, she was responsible for everything concerning him as a slave would be for her master, but she has never bought stuff for him. She knew his state, yes, but she felt like this was another way of punishing her because if she bought something, he did not like she will be punished.