You want me to put on what??!

Azeroth sighed looking to the man
before him with incredulity set in his eyes.

“You want me to do what?”

“You heard me.” The man countered, the smile inching across
his face.

“I don’t want to!” Azeroth whimpered.

“The hell you don’t! You kept me naked the whole time when
you got a hold of me!”

Azeroth rolled his eyes. “You liked it.”

“Bullshit.” The man snorted handing over the clothes to the
ex-demon, “Now get changed.” Snarling, he watched the man withdraw from the
vacant, cavernous, black room. With an additional sigh, he rose, beginning to
change. “I can’t believe this shit. One day out of the year and he had to
choose this one…” with disgust he glared down to the black garments sliding off
of the hanger it held on to. “…and this outfit.”

*20 Minutes Later*

The door groaning open to the
adjoined rooms, Azeroth strode through in to the blood red bedroom of his
former slave. Glancing up with weighty observation to the dawdling entry of the
lofty flaxen, the man smirked at the prospect ahead of him, his ex-master,
fully clad tight in a black leather dominatrix costume he had acquired
especially for this night. A fiendish leer sprung to the males face, his gaze
making contact with the open crotch of the costume.

“Just what the doctor ordered.” the man beamed.

“I fucking hate you, Nybbas.”