Maid Dresses Uniforms Novels & Stories

The room was colored in pastel colors, there were even stars on the ceiling, it was made for a little, I ran toward the window wanting to see the view, even as a submissive I still love the height, I loved looking at the moon late at night, but the window was locked. "It's for your own safety Kaiden" mom says starting to unpack what little clothes I got from home, I won't need those much, uniforms are mandatory, we also had sleeping clothes and even lounge clothes with the school uniform on it. My uniform is made out of a black skirt, white shirt, blazer and finally a baby blue tie. It's the tie that says what category we are, baby blue for ones like me, green for pets, and gray for submissi

Lynda's voice chimed in. My attention shifted to Lynda as she swiftly tidied her hair. All my dear friends were prepared, radiating a sense of readiness. Camilla and Bernadette were adorned in beige ankle-length dresses, the simplicity of the sleeveless designs exuding an understated elegance. The dresses flowed gracefully around their hips, a gentle airiness to their form. Lynda's attire was slightly distinctive, adhering to the same design and color, yet adorned with golden beads that adorned her bodice. She held the esteemed role of my maid of honor.

When Mikhail told me he would give me a new role, I didn’t expect it to be Maxim’s personal maid. I didn’t understand what it meant. I thought Maxim was trying to lure me into his bed and I had yet to figure out if I was right. The uniform I was given was very different from my previous one. The previous one consisted of a long blue dress with a white collar and a white apron. The new one was much shorter, sitting a few inches below my mid-thigh. It was a short-sleeved black dress with lace trimmings on the sleeves and the hem and a sweetheart neckline that accentuated my cleavage.

I thought hayden but it's maid Marry. maid: " Ms Martin... this is your dress.. get ready and come for the work.. you have only ten minutes.. " 'she called ms martin.. why?? this maid know me that I married to Hayden or not... ' maid: " WHAT ARE YOU DREAMING OR WHAT.. YOU HAVE ONLY TEN MINUTES.. WEAR DRESS AND COME DOWNSTAIRS.." she said.. no shouted at me and went.. I hurriedly took bath and did my morning routine and wear the dress which maid Marry gave me.. when I opened the bag which was given by maid to see dress.. I was shocked.. you know what dress it is.. it's maid uniform... I controlled my tears...

she told the maid. The maid hastened, assisting her in removing her simple attire and having it replaced by the dress Radolf had bought. The fabric hugged Reika's body, fitting precisely as if tailored just for her. The style of the gown was one of elegance and authority, a testament that it was something that should not be ignored.

She pinned her thick hair up next, and slipped on black stockings. Finally, it was time to put on her disguise. The maid’s uniform consisted of a simple black dress, white apron, and dainty white cap. After putting on the ensemble, Cordelia looked at herself in the mirror. The outfit had not hidden her exotic beauty, but at least she did indeed look like a maid. Making her way downstairs, she tried to act natural. In the middle of the hallway she saw Josephine. As soon as Josephine spotted Cordelia, she laughed.

"But don't worry Erica, I helped you to tidy lord's Robin room since he was busy, it was easier for me to do it without notice!" She said and hearing that, Erica was grateful. "You are truly a good friend Maria, Thanks a lot...I don't know how I can even repay you!" Erica said. "You can repay me by helping me mend this dress!" Maria got a little confused for a second. "Dress? What dress?" I asked and hearing that, she went on ahead to bring a cute orange maids outfit, "It's the dress that slaves who work at the cooking part of the Palace get to wear for the arrival of the Redmoon Alphas!"

Her gaze flickered nervously between me and the tray in her hands which had a thin white cloth covering whatever rested on it. “Madam Sansa said to give you these,” she said, her voice faint. I lifted the cover cloth to check what it was. Folded neatly beneath it was a black knee-length dress with cream stitching along the front, paired with a matching cream hairband. The exact same uniform she was wearing. “This is your maid uniform,” she added. I ran my fingers lightly over the fabric. “Thank you.” She gave a small nod. “Madam Sansa said to get dressed and come with me. Duty assignments are about to begin.”

It just made the scenery prettier while you withered away. I walked over to the wardrobe and yanked it open. Inside, hung with precision, were dresses. Not clothes. Costumes. Gowns of heavy silk and velvet in deep, mourning colors—crimson, midnight blue, black. No pants. No sneakers. No comfortable cardigans. Just layers and layers of fabric designed to restrict movement and remind you of your place. "Right," I muttered, running a hand over a stiff black bodice. "No running. No fighting. Just looking pretty and breeding heirs. Got it."