Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

There was now a look of apprehension on his face and he had kept glancing sideways very often, cautious as to take note of the slightest unusual thing asides from what we were doing. "Who are you? And how do you know that I've not had food to eat?" I asked. "I'm a slave here as well. I jus didn't wear the same kind of clothing as the other slaves because I serve the loan shark himself and tend to his personal needs and dealings, hence I'm a Chief slave. Just like that woman who took you to the dressing room. If you look closely at what she wore today, you would figure that she was wearing the same kind of clothing as I am..."

"If you don't mind my asking, is there a particular garment of choice you wish for the slave you have in your company?" I stayed silent, thinking, as I thought about this for a moment as I looked at her, still lying there with her eyes closed, lying helpless in my arms. I did not exactly want her wearing the same outfit as an everyday menial, which is only one rank above the new slave position. I also did not want her to wear the same color of garments as the upper class servants where she might be mistaken as one either. Perhaps, she should wear a garment that would resemble more of a guest standing rather than a slave. Despite the fact that she was sold to my pack as a slave, she still was

He was just a lowly coward. And I was done being scared of him. I changed into the uniform slaves are required to wear. It was a soft flower dress which had a v cut to show cleavage. It was short and it clung to my skin, showing all my curves and my nipples. In my two years of being a slave I have never worn it, but since my first uniform was now shredded, I had to wear this. Slaves were mostly for sex, that's why the uniform was like this. I hated it, but I had no choice.

I could hardly wait to don my collar again. Next, Monique led us to some of the jewelry stock they kept on hand. There were several pieces designed for piercing I would have loved. Instead, I got some earrings that looked like slave manacles. Master thought Lisa should have some jewelry like mine which identified her as a slave, but didn't announce it to the world for when we went out. Monique showed him several pieces which would do the trick. Master put them on her himself, since she didn't have her regular slave collar, a wide gold and red necklace and matching bracelets. They looked good on her, especially with the red, which matched her normal leather collar and cuffs. Master told Moniq

Axelina who heard it, she couldn't help but smile. “My son and I didn't bring much change of clothes. Only one pair of clothes, "said Axelina. Fatima has just met someone who is like Axelina, buying without haggling first. "How much in total, Fat?" said Axelina. "Really all of it, Lin?" asked Fatima looking for the sincerity of Axelina's words. Because the clothes that Axelina chose were the robes which were quite expensive according to Fatima. One outfit is worth two hundred thousand to three hundred thousand.

But to be honest, my dressing is nothing like that of a slave because like I said, I am Master Stone's favorite toy. The other slaves dare not speak to me in the face because I can ruin in their lives with just a snap of my finger. Slaves are being dressed in sack clothes, but as the master's favorite, I'm an exception. I'm allowed to wear expensive dresses, and to walk around freely without being forced by the guards to work in the field. I got straight to the master's door, and knocked two consecutive times. The Master's guards walked straight to me and grabbed my hand.

No matter what it took. As we were speaking, a knock on the door interrupted us. We all turned to the door as it opened, and a group of pack slaves entered. They were dressed in long, flowing gowns that reached the floor, with hoodies covering their faces. The gowns were a deep, rich purple, and they seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. The pack slaves moved with a quiet, almost eerie efficiency, their eyes cast downward as they approached us. They bowed down in unison, their hoods casting shadows over their faces.

“I’m not a girl. Why I am supposed to wear a dress?” “So, this is what His Highness meant. Aithyean clothing is very different. You are a pleasure slave, as such your wardrobe is designed to be pleasing to your master. You will find much of your wardrobe is similar just in various colors and styles, all designed to be comfortable and please your master.” The man said bluntly. “You should be thankful that the prince wants you in clothing at all. Most pleasure slaves, particularly those in the capital, are required to go naked apart from jewellery ornamentation.”

But this time, Betty leads me to another direction. Seeing me puzzled, Betty explains, “ I am Bruce is slave now, so I live in a different place.” When I open the door, I am shocked. Her room is so big that I can hardly believe that this is a slave room. Laura, the Luna, has a room of a similar size. Betty walks in casually and opens a large wardrobe. I am dumbfounded again. The ceiling tall wardrobe is filled with dresses of all kinds. You can find whatever you need in the wardrobe. Betty sits beside the dressing table and points at the dressing table lightly. “ You can choose the jewelry here.”