White Robe Tiktok Novels & Stories

“As you feel your body begin to change, Kyra will signal you to let the robe drop. You’ll feel your body stretch in some places and retract in others as you drop to all fours.” “The robe ensures your naked human body will not be exposed to any of the handful of people in the room,” he assured me. That was a relief. “You’re sure it won’t hurt?” I asked again. “There is no pain,” Victor said. “It feels glorious. You will feel a sense of relief. It’s as if you had been allowed to stand and stretch after being forced to sit all day.” “But it’s a much more intense feeling of relief. It feels like your body is changing into what it was meant to be.”

GALLAHAN’S POV With hands that were still trembling with barely contained anger, I fastened the last button of my waistcoat. Then I slipped my arms into the sleeves of my ceremonial robe, which was light blue around my shoulders and midnight blue around my forearms and legs. With tiny diamonds studded all over the darkest shade of blue, I fucking felt like I was halfway into becoming a replica of that gaudy-looking Prince Bubba of Agvanda. “Looking good!” Maliya, who was already donning a silky yellow robe over a long white dress, complimented me chirpily, trying to get me to lighten up.

A part of me hoping that he would be gone by the time I exited the bathroom only to fail when I see him still standing there waiting for me. Grant now dressed from head to toe in complete business attire minus the suit jacket. Noticing my quick return does Grant move to hand me a robe. A robe in which I notice is made out of silk. The material a soft rich emerald color all while trimmed with a soft black lace along the edges. A robe in which screamed sexy. Something that was clearly not me and unsure if it ever would be either. But only time would tell if it would. Holding up the robe does Grant offer to hold it open for me as I tentatively move to slip in an arm followed by the other before

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

He then grabbed a gown which I had no clue was even there and passes it to me without turning around. "Wear it so long while I run the water." He said. I looked at him confused. So why could I really not just be in my underwear at least. Because you can't wear artificial clothes like that. Your robe is completely made from silk which is natural. So, for now, just listen to my instructions. Now he was in my head. He began to open the taps and then turned to look at me. He smirked quickly and then pulled his shirt over his upper body and threw it out the door.

Open this when you’d like tea service. Tea service? He didn’t have any idea what could be in the box. He wasn’t sure if he wanted tea service or not, but he was curious. He opened the gift and found a beautiful silk robe. It was white and decorated with small pink flowers. He lifted it out of the box and held it up to his chest. If he put it on, it wouldn’t even cover his ass. He didn’t want to hurt Rebekah’s feelings or anything, but… Um? It was a bit feminine. He couldn’t imagine ever wearing it. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Rebekah said from the doorway.

“I… I don’t know if I can.” “You can. And you will.” He kissed me hard, claiming my mouth until I was breathless. “Your safeword still stands. But I think you’ll enjoy being on display for me.” He dressed me himself. A sheer black lace bodysuit that clung to every curve, the crotchless design leaving my pussy and ass completely accessible. Thin straps framed my breasts, my nipples clearly visible through the delicate fabric. He added a leather collar with a silver ring at the front and a long silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh. The robe was for the walk only, he said. Once we reached the main floor, it would come off.

They were planning some kind of ritual for sure, though what that was I’ll probably never know. Suri let go of our body, and I shift back to human. The wolves surrounding us turn their backs on me, and Kane hands me the robes. “Everyone else is naked,” I say through our mind link, unwilling to take the robe and stand out. “Yes, but you’re the queen. They won’t look at you while you’re naked. It’s disrespectful.” “Okay, fine.” Kane folds the robe around my shoulders, and I wrap it around myself. Now that I can feel the soft velvet, I’m happy to have it. I am freezing and wet and dirty. “Are you all right?” he finally asks aloud.

Cassiopeia Nyx "You look beautiful, Luna" I glanced at Rori, her long hair ruffled all over face as she smiled, the warmth exuding from her fought against the chills developing in my spine. My coronation day. Luna Queen. I ran my fingers over the soft fabric of the ceremonial robe that had been prepared for me. a deep green with intricate brown stitching and embroidery, at the sleeves and bottom of the robes, there was a small forest carefully embroidered.

I ruffled my hair backwards, facing the ground as I monitored how the water escape out of the tub. Whatever she is, I must find away to break down all her ego and make her bow down to me. I will make sure I look down on her as nothing but a low and meek degraded Omega. I turned off the shower and grabbed the towel from the handle before I wrapped it around my waist. I strode out of the bathroom and went to my wardrobe. I opened it, running my hands through my clothe in search of my red royal robe till I had found it. I pulled it out and brought out my short pant along with it. I wore my pant before I searched out for a vshirt and wore. I finally wore my robe along with my long pant.