Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

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.

I glanced over at Ashton, who wore a tense expression, clearly surprised by the man’s outburst. “That human girl you called Aliyah is a slave. She’s a property of the Connor pack, so you should return her. Otherwise, the royal council will doubt your authority and decision-making. abilities. You’re the new king of Jadeisles, Ashton. So the least you can do is make wise and strategic choices for us." His harsh words painfully constricted my heart. Was this all I was—a slave, an unwanted burden? I knew bringing a human to their kingdom could pose a threat to their secrecy, but I couldn’t help the sting of rejection that washed over me.

I quickly rushed to her and stood with her little group. "You look good." She commended. "I hardly look good.” I replied with a smile. Then turning to face her, I added; “I wonder what he is calling us for." "I also don't know." She whispered back. The head slave strutted out a few minutes later, looking all glamorous; it almost looked like she had a date. "Why is she dressing up?" I heard a slave whisper. "I don't really know." Another said. "She thinks the king will look her way." One mocked.

"But not quite right. Kira, bring the uniform." The golden-haired woman stepped forward, and I saw the triumph in her green eyes. She held a bundle of gray fabric that she dropped at my feet with deliberate carelessness. "Servants wear gray in Blackthorne Keep," Dante explained, his tone almost conversational. "As do slaves. And that's what you are now, Princess. Not a prisoner of war. Not a hostage. A slave. My personal property, to do with as I please." "I am the heir to Silvermoon—"

I shake my head, wipe the tears that slip down my cheeks, and climb out of the bed. I look around the room and find the closet, enter and relax a little as I take a deep breath and smell the Master's scent everywhere. I search through the closet and find one of the slave dresses I know he would have had hidden in the back. I slip off the dress and underwear from last night and pull on the slave dress.

My pain didn’t concern him and why would it? Still, I didn’t expect this from him. Should I thank him? “T-thank you, Master.” I rushed past him to go to the bathroom. He was gone by the time I finished up in the bathroom. A neat pile of clothes lay on a chair in front of the fireplace. I removed the robe and wore the simple undergarment and gray dress. There was nothing suggestive or pretty about it. A dress for a slave. Thick woolen socks and black pumps finished the uniform. My hair was a mess, and I had nothing to comb it with. There was nothing for it but to use my fingers to disentangle the mess.

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

I'm sure you guys can only recognize me by my voice but i can recognize both of you even with your shadows. "Bella? What are you...... Dad said he sold you out as a slave. You are not supposed to be here. This event if not for a people like you. What the hell are you doing here?" Bella asked, ignoring the fact that she doesn't look like someone who was sold as Slave. She could tell that the cloths she was wearing was a very costly one, not to talk about the shoes and hair. "Maybe she came to work. Her master must have chosen her to work along with the bartender to serve drinks. Just that.." He stared at her dress. "She didn't dress like one." Donald said, still checking her out. Her outfit w

I glared at him, knowing I wasn't going to like whatever would come out of his mouth next. “You two are dressed beautifully. Are you going on a date?” He beamed. Scarlett choked at what she heard, and I sent a menacing look her way. “In her dreams,” I scoffed. “I am taking her to the person in charge of slaves. I have some instructions to give to him concerning her.” “This doesn't sound good.” He looked at Scarlett sympathetically. “It does to me,” I said. “Follow me, slave. Your most pleasurable moment awaits.” I spat out sarcastically, leading the way to the slave ground.

The captured slaves were branded and put to work into different sectors. And the particular look she wore was used to decorate the pleasure slaves (the ones bought for the sole purpose of sexual pleasure) from regular slaves. The collar being the way to know the one owned by the richest man because it would be very expensive. Her mouth twisted cynically as the weight of the gold and jade collar weighed her down. “Answer me, Esme!” His voice cut like a whip through the silence, ringing with vibrating angry impatience. “Who the fuck gave you these to wear? I had already sent up a dress for you to wear. Why didn’t you wear that?”