Ladys Maid Novels & Stories

She definitely didn't want any maid to underestimate her anymore. Shaking, the maid moved to her in fear and bowed her head a bit. "Yes ma'am" "Take me to my room" Lisa requested. She felt different and unhappy seeing the maid shivering in fear. "But ma'am, servants aren't allowed in the first floor...Except those assigned to clean there" the maid replied respectfully, her fear not wavering. Lisa examined her. She is young with a petite body and black hair which was packed in a bun. Her in the maid uniform made her look smaller. Lisa roughly guessed her to be below eighteen years of age

But for the unknown reason, the lady who was carrying a beige colored dress shook. “I-I apologize for opening them without your permission!” The young lady bowed as she started crying, making the other two look up at me. They just told her some comforting… Why the hell are they so crybaby? “It’s okay so stop crying.” I said and she nodded as well as the others. “So… care to explain what’s happening? Where are my maids?” “Lord Gavin hired us to be responsible for my lady’s hair and makeup, as well as the attire. everytime that is events that will be needed by the two of you.”

Laura was lost, she sat quietly on the bed watching the maids dressing up this devil. Was this even necessary? She asked herself. Before a maid drew her out of her thoughts. "Milady, would you mind standing up a bit please?" The maid asked with her face down. What did the maid want from her? Laura thought to herself, nonetheless she obediently stands up not sure what the maid wanted to do. "Don't you dare touch my woman! Her body is made for only me to touch. You don't have to worry about that, I will dress her up myself"

"You. State your name and your current duties." "Lila, my lady," the maid squeaked nervously. "I handle the dusting in the east wing and the primary linen inventory." "Occupied," Bianca dismissed without a second thought, moving smoothly to the next. "And you?" "Sarah, my lady. I am assigned to the lower scullery and morning tea prep." "Too busy," Bianca hummed, her eyes flicking past two more maids who quickly listed their packed daily rosters in the laundry and kitchens.

Her thighs clenched ridiculously as she imagined Lord Darius all hungover, half drunk, and with his chest bared and open. "I'll see to him..." Madeline chimed in again hurriedly, blurting out the words before she could even think and grabbing a tray from the hands of the nearby maid. "But it's not your responsibility. You are not a maid like us but rather a submissive. You should not lower your rank to assist or..."

But when the last night’s words flashed in her head she immediately got upset and a disappointed expression graced her face. ‘No, he has no interest in me rather my body. I should stop thinking highly of myself, he has bought me as a sex slave not as his concubine. Hah! What was I even thinking?’ As soon as he left the room it did not take any more time that a jury of maids strode inside with their heads glued to the ground. They all had been carrying numerous dresses and other accessories on each of their arms. They all were clad in black and maid outfits except one, Lady Noh, the head maid from yesterday. Danielle hadn’t even grasped herself yet when they all walked in within a queue.

The maid hurriedly rushed to her Madame’s side and lowered her head in sheer respect. “What is it, that I may be of service to you, Madame?” she questioned, preparing herself mentally for whatever task which the woman will give her. For it is her duty to lessen the burden and workload in which her Madame is carrying and hold responsible to. “State your command, and I will obey.” She spoke once more, it was commonly one of the best-known lines of servitude especially in wealthy households like the Valencia household after all, it is a matter of respect and professionalism to their roles in the household. “By the break of dawn, I want to see the master list of all young ladies in the social ci

Lilian ambled across the hallway as she entered the laundry room in the backside of the garden with an undersized laundry basket holding dozens of baby's clothing. Three maids were working there as usual, and noticing the madam of the house, they bowed quickly and stood attentively. The superior of three of them, Clara, a young girl in her mid-twenties with her long blonde hair braided beautifully and a relatively healthy build, approached the sovereignty to take the essentials they were assigned.

“What is this about?” “This maid,” I explained, “claims to know things about Sarah. But she’ll only speak with a promise of her life. You’ll bear witness to my word.” Justin’s eyes flicked to the trembling girl. “Speak then. And pray what you say is worth sparing your neck.” The maid’s breath came quick and shallow. She glanced between us, as if measuring whether we’d actually keep our word. “I…I am Lady Sarah’s spy,” she whispered finally. My jaw clenched.

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.