Maid Dresses Uniforms Novels & Stories

I whispered. She walked to the dresser and pulled out something. "This is your uniform. Put it on and come to the kitchen. The King will want his afternoon snack soon." She dropped the clothes on the bed and left, closing the door behind her. I stared at the uniform, then I picked it up and my stomach dropped even further. This wasn't a uniform. This was... this was... "Oh God," I whispered. It was a French maid outfit. The kind you see in dirty magazines. Black dress so short it would barely cover my thighs with a white frilly apron, thigh -high stockings and garter belts.

The dress was a gorgeous A-line neckline ballgown with a four foot train and as I had found and watched the video, Ellisia explained to me what the wedding day was like as she was a new Maid in the Place twenty three years ago. “Lillian says that you look good in any dress, but I think you fit in pastels and jewel tones.” Lidia takes my hand from my Grandmama and leads me deeper into the room where rows on rows of clothing racks filled with gowns are waiting to be tried on and a make shift changing room sits in the back corner away from the windows and doors.

I'm sure the different styles and colours acted as rank identifiers. The first maid costume was rather simple. It was a black and white French maid apron, white headband, bowtie, white elbow-long gloves with little black bows at the back of the wrists, and white knee-high socks. Their shoes were black block heel Mary Janes. There were a lot of servants dressed like that.

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.

But you can’t have everything in life. Somehow, I managed to not provoke anyone. I didn’t get any attention either, although I was wearing a veil while the maids were wearing revealing clothes. I think the colours of their garbs represent garbs. Younger ones usually wore white or brown with wooden or plain jewellery. The older ones, who walked with an air of arrogance around them, wore some nice shiny gold or silver jewellery, and light blue uniforms.

It only confused her more. Despite the elegance of her surroundings, Velia couldn't shake the sense of unease that had settled in. She was escorted into a room where a maid uniform had been neatly laid out for her. To her surprise, the uniform was far more revealing than the ones her escorts were wearing. The dress was short, tight, and featured a low neckline that would leave her breasts almost completely exposed. "This is your uniform. Put it on," one of the maids instructed, her voice firm yet polite.

Norah paused and watched her back in amusement, the uniform was the same as hers, meaning she wasn’t the only one who looked too beautiful in the dress, the way the lady dressed alone was like an air hostess, so beautiful and classy. “Oh…” she muttered under her breath, she stepped out and approached the maid carefully. “Excuse me…” The girl turned and raised a brow. “Yes?” Norah hesitated for a second, then pointed lightly at her uniform. “Why is this different from what I expected? I thought… maid uniforms would be more… simple.” The girl smiled as she looked her up and down. “You’re new, right?” Norah nodded. “That explains it,” she said. “These ones are for high-level maids.”

he instructed and they picked their legs up into the room. Few minutes later, Leanda stood in front of the full-length mirror in the room, staring at her reflection in the maid's dress they were given. The dress was a pale pink color with white lace around the collar and sleeves. It was similar to the maid dresses that she had seen in the palace, with a full skirt that came down to her knees and a small apron tied around her waist. As she looked at herself in the dress, her heart felt heavy. She didn't know what was going to happen next or where Dennis was taking them. All she knew was that they were going to have to fulfill someone's sexual desires.

Her fingers trembled as she picked up a piece of bread from the tray. “After you eat, put this on,” the maid said, tossing a rough, plain dress onto the bed. It was dull brown, with patches and tears that spoke of its use. “This is your new uniform. You’ll wear it from now on.” Kiera looked at the dress, her throat tightening. She didn’t argue. She didn’t ask questions. She simply nodded again. The maid smirked slightly, as if pleased with her silence. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t make me wait.” With that, she left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

I sat up in my bed feeling groggy with my hair in a frizzy mess, "Fine..." I got up and sat in front of my dresser while a maid brushed my hair. As she did, I saw another maid enter the room through the reflection in the mirror. She was carrying an outfit I hadn't seen before, "What's that outfit?" "This is your uniform, miss." "I have to wear a uniform?" "Yes, miss." After the maid finished brushing my hair, I turned around and had a good look at the outfit I had to wear. It was a knee-length blue skirt with a matching blue blazer, a phoenix embroidered on the chest, and a tie.