Daydream Uniforms Novels & Stories

Not only am I starting a new job, but in a matter of hours, I'll be meeting my new boss when he comes home entirely unsuspecting. Dominique gives me a uniform that more closely resembles something you'd see in a Playboy magazine. I stare at myself in the mirror of my new room--which is, by the way, bigger than my entire trailer back home. It's a short white ruffly skirt with a cropped blouse and white apron to match. Honestly, it's kind of cute. Especially with the ruffly headband that I tuck into my wavy brown hair. I leave it down as Dominique told me to. That's how Adrian would like it.

How rude. “Hi, I am Mark.” He smiled. “Damion sent this uniform for you to wear. You can also start your morning chores by mopping the north and the west wing of the castle. He will assign more chores for you after you're done.” He said, putting the tray on the small table before leaving. I slowly walked towards the table where Mark left the tray. I really needed something to wear, but a uniform? Really, Damion? I pulled out the piece of cloth, and it looked like half of it was missing. It was black, completely bare at the back, and had a white lace. I groaned and still put it on; I won't die trying to get decent clothing.

"Can we go to another clothing store? I mean, the dresses here are so expensive. I couldn't afford to buy it, you know." Alfred placed his hand on my shoulder. "I think you misunderstood. It is charged to the company. Every employee is entitled to a uniform allowance. So, you don't have to pay anything." My eyes sparkled. If only I knew about it, I would not have hesitated to try on all the dresses here. I beamed. "Oh, is it? That was awesome. You didn't tell me earlier about that. Anyway, I'll go and try on the dresses now."

No more sleeping on park benches or crashing in abandoned cars. As the yacht pulled away from shore, I couldn’t help but shake the emptiness I felt inside. My thoughts drifted back to Mark’s betrayal, his cock buried balls-deep in that slut’s cunt, their moans echoing in my mind like a twisted soundtrack. Fuck, why did it make me wet even now? I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the dampness in my panties as I reported for duty in the main lounge. I was handed my uniform, a complete joke of a skimpy red elf outfit that hugged my curves like a second skin. The short skirt barely covered my ass, and the low-cut top pushed my C-cups into a mouthwatering cleavage that jiggled with every step.

I do get paid, and though they’ve never let me leave the estate, I have been able to order some personal care things from a catalog. Ivy and I have spent hours at night just looking through the catalog’s colorful pages. They have so many beautiful dresses in every color imaginable. We’d sit on my bed and imagine all the lovely things we might buy to fill up a closet one day... maybe one day when we find our mates and get married. But here, all we’re allowed to wear here is our maid uniforms, so there was never any point in buying any of the pretty dresses. The uniforms and shoes are provided for free here.

“Hey, I’ve got the best muscle definition in this whole company!” “Sorry, buddy. I don’t think she is into massive muscles.” “Dammit! Can someone please tell me what kind of men she likes?” “I suggest you ask Miranda herself… assuming you don’t offend her in the process.” Smiling to herself, Emily carried her coffee back to her desk. Stardream had a strict dress code, and all the female employees wore white blouses, gray A-line skirts, black stockings, and black heels. It was a simple and somewhat rigid look, but Emily didn’t mind.

jealousy was understatement. Emma was dressed in shorts which showed her thighs with red top which revealed her stomach so as Ashe. His cold gaze was fixed on Emma.How dare her dress like this before other men?

I walked to the girl section first. I looked for a uniform first. There were two options. A cherry red jacket, with a white button up shirt, wine red jean skirt, and sneakers. The other uniform, a cherry red dress, with a white button up undershirt, stocking, and dress shoes. I looked at the price of both unifores. 200 dollars for the dress, 100 dollars for the shirt and skirt. It was an easy decision on which to get. I grabbed 2 of each. That was 600 dollars. I did the math in my head. 2,000 - 600 = 1,400. I had 1,400 left. I figured I'd use 400 to get the everyday clothes. I picked out different dresses, shirts, tank tops, skirts, and pants. There was a lot of stuff with characters on the

Together, the image tells a story, but I must be the wrong audience because I don’t understand it. Jade steps back into the room. “The uniform came this morning while you were in the bathroom,” she tells me. I drop the hanger on the bed, glad to know I will fit in perfectly. “Do you like it?” The uniform consists of a pleated skirt, a crisp white shirt, and a blazer, with the edges of its lapel featuring the same gold color as the border of the academy crest. There are white socks and cute black boots to finish the look.

I’d woken up to see the expensive clothes on my bed, unsure of how he even got them in the room in the first place, since the maids' quarters were very far from that of the master's. Besides that, it was a mystery how no one saw him on his way here. The uniform had been neatly folded on my bed, along with a single note that read, ‘Put this on instead of that monstrosity of a uniform you’ve been wearing all this time.’ I wouldn’t lie, the comment stung, especially because I knew what my mother had to go through to get that uniform for me in the first place. Riverbrooke had three types or levels of uniforms, and mine, even though it was the least of them all, the basic one, was still very expe