Rags can be good; for example, the shreds of an old house dress, suitably ripped short and torn from the shoulder, etc., can be splendid. Such a rag, of course, must be her only garment. (Panties, incidentally, are never worn, unless they are all that is worn.) “Of all these beautiful garments, Master, which will you give me to wear?” “None. You will wear the rag of a slave.” An old slip or nightgown, suitably altered and shortened, can make an excellent slave garment. It is silk. It can be ripped here and there, half split, torn, etc. Slips, incidentally, if nothing else is worn, are quite sexy, particularly if “doctored” a bit, with the display of the prize in mind. I think both white and red slips are very suitable.

Sometimes a surprise is good, or something a bit different, unexpected, for example, only colored pantyhose and a collar.

I am fond of most of a woman; indeed, all of her. Do not forget maximum leg display. A cord may be tied about her waist. It should be tied in such a way that it can be casually yanked loose. It supports, say, a rectangle of silk in the front and rear, thrust over and behind the cord. If it is desired a long piece of silk can be passed over the front cord, between her legs, and then up and under, and over, the cord in the back. It should then be made snug to her body. Separate pieces of silk are even sexier. These may be wider or narrower. They may be only a few inches in length, or they might reach below her knees, or even to her ankles. (There might be only one such rectangle. Perhaps it is cultural on a certain planet that a slave girl’s ass is bared, perhaps the better to be switched. The woman, if a captured Earth wench, of course, must find this acutely, breathtakingly, scandalously shameful. It is nothing, of course, to the barbarians of the other planet. We might also suppose, as I think would generally be the case, that in many cultures supporting slavery important differences would exist between the dress of free women and girls in bondage. Perhaps, commonly, the slave girl is not permitted to conceal her breasts. They must be bared. Imagine a wench wearing only a narrow rectangle of red silk and a matching scarlet collar approaching you, to serve you wine. Women’s breasts are beautiful, and they mark her so excitingly, vulnerably, as a female, it is a shame that our culture recommends their concealment. They are nothing to be ashamed of. I think we may suppose that, in many cultures supporting slavery, the slave girls would be forced, willing or not, to display their beauty for the pleasure of free men. Who knows; perhaps in some cultures they would not even be permitted clothing, save for their brands and collars.)

Costume changes in these fantasies can be stimulating. They also give the male a minute or two to cool off.