Taboo Costumes Novels & Stories

At the waist and chest, there are golden details that shine in the light, standing out against the vibrant red of the dress. Iamem grabs a mirror, and I see my back completely bare, but my butt is hidden by the long fabric dragging on the floor, light as a feather—perhaps even more than the front, which has only a golden ornament hiding my intimacy. Shabat lifts the dress skirt, spraying a liquid on my parts. “What is this?” “To camouflage the scent. They smell it stronger than we females do.” My face heats up, and they laugh. Talking about such intimate things embarrasses me. My mother never spoke to me about this subject, and since I was promised to Eros, I had no friends to talk to. For t

"It is an absolute tragedy to the sector that your claws are not walking the international pack catwalks every season." I offer him a small, knowing smile but keep my mouth sealed. He has zero knowledge that my masked frame once dominated the supreme global fashion arenas before my return to the pack lands. I glance at my reflection in the polished iron mirror. The production team dressed my body in Soir Coffee's elite dark blue employee tunic, topped with a structured chef's hat. On any common omega or low-tier beta, the garment would look like standard kitchen rags, but the deep fabric clings to my broad shoulders and lean waist perfectly. The look is entirely striking, like a high-born co

“Then don’t fight it anymore.” Later, in the early hours, he took me to the underground club he belonged to — an exclusive, invitation-only place for the filthy elite. Masked, collared, wearing nothing but heels and a sheer robe that hid nothing, I was led through the dim, luxurious space on his leash. Eyes followed us. Whispers.

"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."

The problem didn’t exist for this costume as it was literally a thong at the pack so that her bubble buttcheeks could bounce for everyone to see and possibly touch. It was a rather lovely choice that didn’t give away too much. However, the other outfit was also equally tempting for the unboxing experience. It wasn’t as revealing, but if London wanted Queenie to do a striptease dance and hook a King’s Crown donation tonight, it might be a smarter choice. The second outfit was body contouring, and while London wasn’t the most confident about her figure, she knew that the less she revealed in the beginning, the more her audience could imagine. Someone bought a bondage witch dominatrix's outfit

Some wearing kinky police officer suits, others doctors, and some even witches. All different sexual costumes . . . and yet the only thing they all have in common was that they were all wearing masks so their faces cannot be seen, only their lewd bodies. “But, remember, the golden rule is no one should be having sex with anyone, got that?” Mary Sue, in a bunny suit, muttered and I looked back at her. I smiled, hoping it didn’t show the fear dripping in my gaze. My hands landed on her shoulders. “Thank you,” for telling me, because I am getting the fuck out of here. I won’t last a minute in this tiger den.

That the subjects be animal in nature seemed to be the only criterion, though a loosely interpreted one (not to be missed: exhibits H-4, the Venus flytrap with a serpentine head and an Austin Powers wig; and J-12, the plywood gorgon from whose lustily painted body protruded two ample, scarlet-nippled balloons which the girls fondled with as much alacrity as the boys). And all this just the décor. The costumes that walked among the fixtures were outrageous. From the humorous to the horrific, the skin-tight to the sweeping, they covered every conceivable thread of the spectrum and then some. Some fitted multiple people, as with those Chinese dragons or the caterpillar-like spectacles you see i

"Rumor is, only his woman is allowed to wear red. You know, his… personal fuck toy. Maybe it’s to mark his property. Keep other men away. But I’ve never seen him let anyone actually wear it. Not even Bree. It’s like his weird, twisted taboo." He didn’t let Bree wear red. Why did that make me feel… good? We finished our makeup in a more comfortable silence, dusting and glossing until we were like two perfect, sparkling dolls ready for the display case. "Ready?" Starlet asked, her voice a little shaky. She was nervous. And so was I. But I'd never admit it. "As I’ll ever be," I said, which was code for absolutely not and followed her out into the hall.

Izzabelle couldn’t help complaining while raising her six-inch black heels in the air in annoyance. “Woman, you must bear wearing it! You couldn’t wear your rubber shoes together with the corset and the mini dress, could you?” Larrabelle laughed hard imagining Izzabelle’s appearance in a pair of rubber shoes. “Are you guys ready..?” Maybelle was already dressed up in her hot-looking black leather skirts and blouse. Beneath was her black corset too. “Wait a moment...” Arrabelle shouted out as her hand stretch out retreating six pieces of gold masks from her purse. “You guys have to wear this...” she threw it one by one towards her friends and they caught it on time upon its landing.

She asked. "Just open the first cupboard in the room there," Simon directed as he smiled watching her hit her head softly as she walked to get him his drug. ******************** Today was the day. The special day to humiliate Ray just as he had humiliated, rejected, and embarrassed Sabrina. She was ready and glamoured up, it was a party that happened at night as usual. She wore a long red gown that had a little slit exposing her skin."Are the ladies also ready?" Sabrina asked Marcus who nodded. The gown was tight from up and free from down, this mating celebration this year was a party that warranted for them to use a mask.