Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

He is really willing to let other Alpha whip her Daisy returned to her room. Shanaya was there to help her get ready. The ball gown had a corset. It was a V neck gown that exposed her back. The jutting blades of her sexy back was on display. Her cleavages were not left out. After the dressing, a mask that was not different from a blind fold was worn by her. The only difference was that she could still see through. Shanaya led Daisy out. She was made to join the nine other slaves. After which they were taken to the court.

She looked just as pale as the rest of them but there was an aura of dominance she gave off. If looks could kill, Lucy would have been six feet with the looks she was getting, and just like her venomous look, her voice also mirrored the same stance as she started to speak before they could even open the door. “Guess the rumors are true Damien, you really did take a slave.”

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.

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.