Maid Uniform Novels & Stories

I, on the other hand, stayed in a far corner, scared that I might annoy anyone with my presence. I squatted in front of my food tray, aware of the glares I kept on receiving. Although it affects me, I chose to ignore them. Holding the spoon to taste the soup, my gaze fell on the torn parts of my sleeves. The maid’s uniform was a full-sleeved dress reaching our calves. Because of Mathilda’s beating, small parts of it were torn and its off-white color had been stained with a bit of blood.

Mary was short, dark haired, tanned... and stacked. She wore a tight pair of jeans shorts with flatly rolled cuffs that ended almost two-thirds of the way up her generous but smooth thighs. Up top, she had on a horizontally striped blue and red teeshirt that called attention to her impressive rack, chiefly by how hard it strained to contain those puppies. I remembered that Mary and Maddie had been among the first of our age to start to develop, way back when, but now that she was grown, she had really grown. I briefly wondered if she and Maddie still dressed identically every day. It would be one hell of a sight now.

In conclusion, she was a wife to be. “My lady, your package is ready,” a maiden of hers said from behind her. She turned around and smiled. “How do I look?” she asked. “So beautiful, my lady,” another maiden answered. They were three standing beside the table where a small box was sitting. The maidens wore the palace uniform; a dark red dress of knee-length with white lace running from the top of the right shoulder, to the top of the left leg. That was the official maidens uniform on days that there were no festivities. The Remusian wolves had rich culture despite being very modern too. They wore modern day dresses like normal humans of the twenty-first century, except on days of traditional

That dead, empty stare that said there was nothing left to fight for. I refused to look like that. Marietta approached me. "Child," she said softly. "Come with me." She led me to a small room at the end of the quarters. Inside was a basin of water, a bar of soap, and a simple black slip dress neatly folded on a stool. "Wash yourself. Put this on." She gestured to the dress. "You'll be expected to wear this at all times. It's the uniform for female slaves." I stared at the dress. It was flimsy, barely more than a nightgown. The thought of wearing it—of being paraded around in it like some kind of decoration—made my stomach churn.

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.

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.

He got submerged with the sudden change and when he got to, he had witnessed a goddess who swam towards his position. Mistress Ais was not the past one any longer and so Maru had also forbidden her to wear the previous battle gears. What she often used to garb nowadays was a mimic of his own choice of shades. A full body elegant dark dress that showcased the entire goods on her attractive self.

It's a maroon body-hugging long sleeves dress ending three inches above the knee with a boat neckline. At first, I thought of Uno as someone who can't be trusted in choosing a woman's attire because I thought the dress is made for ladies who wants to look like a maid but I tried it on last night and found out that it suits me, but I felt like Uno wants to indirectly choke me!

She felt little reviled knowing that her master Jeremy sends someone to protect her. She attracted many eyes as she was wearing a very revealing dress which wasn’t qualified to cover her as she was expecting. It was an off shoulder silver dress with very high two cuts on both sides of her leg exposing her long leg up to the upper end of thigh. Her bouncy boobs were shaking at her every step making men look at her with nasty gaze. She was blaming him for choosing that dress for her because guards told her that while giving.

MALAIKA stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, wearing the uniform that Tamni had made. She turned around as the soft fabrics twirled. The Colegio Maxica’s uniform for females was a royal blue knee-length robe with silver lining on the collar and sleeves. The intricate insignia of Axum was embroidered on the arm, while a swirling crest was pinned on the chest. And they could be determined by the class they were in based on the color of the swirls. For Malaika, it was green.