Slave Owner Costume Novels & Stories

I said sitting on the couch. She turned to go to the kitchen. I should give her this dress, I said, "Slave!" She turned to look at me. "You will have to come with me to the party at seven, so get ready by seven. Here, wear this for the party." I said giving her the bag. She nodded and took the bag. Wow...she didn't ask me anything. That's new! "Master, your coffee." she said giving me the coffee mug. I took it.

Blue came to his face and continued licking. “Do something, Audrey. Get this thing away from me,” Bane yelped. I did even bulge from where I stood, instead, I just watched their adorability. So far, this was so adorable. … As usual, Charlie and Sarah had dressed me up for the occasion. A part of me mourned when I saw the color they had clothed me with; an off-shoulder short black gown with few embroidery on it. I silently wondered if the people in this pack were secretly vampires. Why didn’t they wear bright colors? It couldn’t hurt, could it?

He had no clue how the poor girl was surviving with this dress and still breathing. “Put the red one on her.''James said happily from the doorway. The soldier frowned slightly and picked up the red almost see thru material. He knew the red. His frown deepened. The red was the sign of a sex slave here. James had captured this poor girl and was now making her his slave. He slipped the dress over her head and carefully put her arms through. He stepped away quickly not wanting to disturb or touch the girl any longer. “Ok, go on , get out of here.” James said, stepping aside for the soldier to leave.

Carla When we finally arrived at our chalet, the first thing we did was head inside. Our purchases, along with two slaves who were chained together, were handed over to us by the slave trader. One of them was a stout guy with brown hair and blue eyes, and he was one of them. He was dressed in clothes that were not tailored to his body and were made of a rough material; these were clothes that were typical of those worn by laborers. His muscles protruded from under his clothing, giving the impression that he was exceptionally powerful. In spite of the fact that he appeared to be tough, he was smiling warmly, which gave the impression that he was not dangerous.

He said. I held up the rose and she grinned. "He is so fucking dark and mysterious." Johnson's slave said. I tugged at the dress he'd left and altered my hair to restore my rabbit ears, taking pleasure withinside the reality that the dress matched my ears. The black color with the shimmering silver layout down the straps and throughout the chest in a wavy sample. There has been no footwear and I took that to intend that he preferred a barefoot little slave. I stared down at the heavy material dress after which I found out something that made me squeal. I saw a ballet circle and the material flared out and up to reveal off my cane tracks.

I followed the slave master obediently till we arrived at a small building. "Here... Take your bath in there. The clothes you are going to wear are already in there. Scrub real nice and be out as soon as possible." He ordered. "Yes sir" * I was dressed in a clothing that made me look like a waiter or some sort of entertainer. I had only seen the waiters a few times when parties were held in the mansion and I had the luck of running into them. Looking in the mirror, I looked good with this outfit. My hair was still a bit damp and I had pulled it into a ponytail. It was long and overgrown but of course, slaves had no access to barbers.

he would not be kind and gentle as it should be. I stopped at his knees and he took a deep breath. I wasn’t wearing much, the slave collar, and a white, silk, spaghetti strap gown that was practically see-through. I was told as the king's slave that undergarments weren’t allowed.. so obviously I don’t have those either. I was surprised when the maids handed me this..I’m a slave and it’s not proper slave attire, but apparently, the King requested it.

the red-haired maid said coldly as I pulled off my night dress. I had worn a night dress from Guham to Prussiate! And seeing this maid's hair reminded me that I hadn't washed the dye on my hair, and my being a slave meant that my hair would damage a lot. I pulled into the slave uniform, which was comfortable as it didn't tighten my belly. I stared at it with so much distaste as it seemed like a curse. "Where is the Queen of Guham?" A man's stern voice came. He didn't even mind that most maids were naked; it looked normal to him… He looks as deadly as King Theo.

the red-haired maid said coldly as I pulled off my night dress. I had worn a night dress from Guham to Prussiate! And seeing this maid's hair reminded me that I hadn't washed the dye on my hair, and my being a slave meant that my hair would damage a lot. I pulled into the slave uniform, which was comfortable as it didn't tighten my belly. I stared at it with so much distaste as it seemed like a curse. "Where is the Queen of Guham?" A man's stern voice came. He didn't even mind that most maids were naked; it looked normal to him… He looks as deadly as King Theo.

"Don't you dare claim to love the woman whose life you stole. You are only alive because our Alpha wants to see you suffer. If it were up to the pack, we’d have fed you to the forest shadows the moment you arrived." They didn't speak again. They dressed me in the bundle they had brought. It was a gown made of the finest, most translucent silk I had ever felt, the color of charcoal and ash. It was designed to be beautiful, but its purpose was cruel. The neckline dipped dangerously low, and the sides were slit up to the hip, held together by nothing but thin silver chains. It was a garment for a concubine, a plaything—a visual representation of my status as a slave.