Taboo Costumes Novels & Stories

"But that's exactly what makes us keep going. The forbidden, the taboo... and you." The taboo of their age difference, the forbidden intimacy of their relationship, the risk of being discovered—all of it mixed with pleasure, making every moment more intense, more exciting, more impossible to resist. They remained there, entwined, sweaty bodies, warm skin, racing hearts, aware that this total surrender would change everything forever.

She was wearing a black lace bra, and I wanted to gag at the thought of it. Then there were the people in costumes like they had gone crazy or something. Some were wearing clown suits, others were naked, and others still were dressed in costumes that looked like medieval torture devices from the 1600s. It was only when the bulge in my trouser throbbed harder that I realized I had gotten an erection from watching all of it and from thinking of doing it to the only person in my head. Anna.

Tara nodded, "I need to do that, too...this costume's really tight...but I need a quick shower." Jodi looked directly at me, "Me too...but Rob, it's just girls!" I grinned, "Well, I could just watch." "We both know how you can be in the shower, but we've got another little surprise for you." "Does it involve the sex swing?" "No...no, that's later...you're just gonna have to wait and see." They came out looking like a cosplay centerfold, wearing supergirl crop-tops and panties, "Fuck, you two went all out!" The tops were nipple-tight, and mouth-watering...I couldn't help myself and got a few squeezes in, while we were making dinner.

“I’m not wearing a costume.” It looks like she’s already wearing her costume. It’s a T-shirt with yellow and blue stripes and a pair of matching blue shorts. Behind her, Frida stands at the counter dressed as a red-haired mermaid. It’s not hard for me to put the pieces of this tableau together. But I will not go before the whole of the financial world dressed as Sebastian the Crab. “I’ll still go,” I quickly add. “I want to go.” She crosses his arms, waiting.

A few minutes later, Evelyn starts moving along the row of mannequins. Her fingers brush over sequined sleeves and satin folds until she suddenly stops. “Oh, wait…” She snaps her fingers, a bright smile tugging at her lips. “I think we haven’t tried this one yet, have we?” She points to a burgundy dress draped on a mannequin near the corner. “This color would look incredible on you, Tabi. Try it on! It’ll go perfectly with those heels you’re wearing.”

I had walked into his office believing that if I stood tall enough, and if I looked worthy enough, he would see me. My fingers trembled slightly as I touched the fabric of the regalia… I was no longer permitted to wear it. I turned slowly toward the wardrobe on the opposite wall, the one filled with casual dresses. “I hope I can wear these,” I murmured. Although they weren't functional robes, they were meant to be worn by the Luna. My eyes skimmed through the dresses. They were in different colours. Neutral, bright, and cool colours. “Let's not look broken,” I said to Lila as I picked my choice.

ISABELLA The wardrobe stood like a silent judge, tall and dark, holding the next slice of humiliation Damian had prepared for me. My fingers hovered before pulling the door open. Inside, the outfit waited bold, obscene. A blood-red silk thong. A diamond-studded choker with a tag that glittered under the light. Matching black stilettos with needle-thin heels. Not clothes. A costume. A brand. A mark of ownership. I swallowed hard. My fingers trembled as I picked up the thong, the silk sliding like water between my fingers. I hated how beautiful it looked. How expensive. How seductive. Like it was meant to distract from what it truly was another chain around my neck.

I had exactly one rule for tonight: don't talk more than I had to. The wig itched. The dress was two sizes too tight in the chest, stuffed with tissue that had already started shifting sideways, and I was fairly sure the heels were going to be the death of me before the night was over. None of that mattered as much as the man sitting across from me, watching me with the kind of attention that made me feel like he could see straight through the wig to the panic underneath it.

"I am so sorry, mistress. Do you want me to find out why he is acting like that?" "How are you going to do that?" Tabby grinned. "I have my ways." I nodded. "You want to see your new dresses?" she asked excitedly. "I guess." The dress was beautiful. It was a dark red ball gown, off the shoulders, and a corset; then down to the waist was a big ruffle. I looked regal. "It's beautiful." I murmured, staring at my reflection in the mirror. "You are beautiful in that dress, mistress. The Alpha will definitely not be able to resist you."

Jane said, as she pulled her girlfriend to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Lara smiled as she watched her best friends passionately embrace. She did have to admit that Tabby’s suit was shockingly small. The tiny micro bikini was made of pink lace and was virtually transparent. Tabby’s pierced nipples shone through the cups of the small top and she could even see the outline of her vaginal lips in the minuscule thong bottom.