Novel & Cerita Taboo Costumes

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

But hanging from a rack in the corner were outfits that wouldn’t look out of place at a very expensive, very adult Halloween party: leather corsets, sheer lace dresses that hid absolutely nothing, Venetian masks with feathers and chains. I walked forward like I was stepping on holy—or explosive—ground. On the bench sat two plastic garment bags. One for me. One for Samy. I unzipped mine and pulled out the “uniform.” If you could call it that. A plunging leather bralette-style top, black thigh-high stockings that turned sheer the second I touched them, and a micro-skirt that barely covered the essentials. Under the bench: sky-high stilettos that screamed “break an ankle or own the room.”

One might say that Sidney and Mary played a significant role in their upbringing. Sidney wore a costume of silk in the fashion of a sultan, while Mary coordinated her costume by having her dressmaker fashion a modest Turkish harem dress of taffeta and silk that blended well with Sidney’s design. Both wore turbans with a rich red broach centered just over the forehead. They giggled and tee-heed like young children while they waited for Elise and Alexander to join them.

"Do you have anything that's been cut a little higher?" "Nope," Silva said with a knowing grin. "Besides, for serving in the tavern, it seems appropriate." “Ha! They're ballroom costumes from the Victorian era." Ravena selected a peach one. "Not what the serving wenches would have worn." Silva took out the pink gown. "Aristocratic tavern in the New World."

He doesn't hesitate and we soon forget our sorrows in each other. ~~~~~~~ I look in the big mirror and take in myself. Tatiana has dolled me up so that I look good and confident. The dress I am wearing is navy blue in colour to match my mate's blue eyes. The scoop neck of the dress shows off my mating mark and tells everyone that we have claimed each other. The dress is cinched at the waist and then flares from my hips, flowing down all the way to the ground which is good. It is good that it is not body fitting otherwise I wouldn't have felt comfortable in it. My hair is tied up in an elegant bun which leaves the back of my neck bare, to show off my royal mark.

The wardrobe suite in the main building was a mausoleum of silk and tulle. Rolling racks of costumes for The Gilded Cage lined the walls, shrouded in protective plastic that crinkled like dry skin every time the air conditioning kicked on. The lighting was surgical—harsh, overhead LEDs that made every stitch on the garments look like a wire.

But I didn’t wear panties. I didn’t even want to wear them. Not after what happened in the library the night before. Not after Daddy stuffed my throat full of cock, bent me over the poetry table, and fucked me so hard I couldn’t even walk in a straight line back to my room. Not after I fell asleep with his cum still warm between my thighs and woke up wet all over again just thinking about it. So I didn’t wear anything under my rehearsal dress. White. Strapless. Innocent.

Patra handed a dance outfit to each of us, my outfit is different form the rest because I am the lead of the dance. It is purple, consisting of a bra like top and a long skirt whose slit runs to my waist. I don’t understand the use of wearing clothes if I would still be naked. Instead, I put on the purple bra like top so that Agnes, the king’s bodyguard would not raise her voce or eyes at me. However, to keep my modesty, I place a veil against it, swinging the veil above one shoulder and tucking it into my waist. I partner it with a purple skirt which billows softly in layers—Teresa was kind to give it to me. “Hey, the carriages are leaving already!” Teresa says, opening the door and I look

CHAPTER FOUR. Golden Girl's club was blazing. The costume party was scheduled to kick off mid night. Past ten pm, and everywhere was already filled. The strippers taking turns on the pole. Coco Kaave made grand entrance to the party, with a vibe. Tonight, she came prepared, to whore with whoever that'd make her coochie juicy. She came masked. Costumed as a casket, while Brandy, as the cinderella princess.

I needed this for my mother who was already very sick, I kept telling myself. During my first few hours there, I realized that we were dressed according to a color. Each color indicated a role. The girls dressed in red are just waiters, and there were those in purple which can be tabled and there were strippers who were, of course, dressed very differently. The strippers usually start off wearing a costume, a schoolgirl for example, and along with the dance and the striptease, gone were the fabric one by one. I am not new to the concept of course, but witnessing it firsthand still shook me.