Maid Uniform Novels & Stories

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.

We were invincible, formidable. When Mari emerged from her room, to the stairs and into the Great Room, it was almost like she was a completely different person. She always dressed to kill that I personally find it pleasing watching her play dress up. Personally, I think she's presentable even with just a loose shirt on. Black, I noticed, and white were her power colors. It made her look confident, powerful, like she could conquer the world with pantsuits and heels. She could if she tried. But her clothes today were different. Bright. Like a doll.

Faith stood in front of the mirror, her hands shaking slightly as she zipped up the side of the emerald- green dress. The silk felt cool and heavy against her skin, hugging her body perfectly. For nineteen years, her uniform had been a maid gown that smelled of her sweat and dust when she scrubbed and cleaned her Aunt’s house, and heavy combat boots, tactical jackets, and clothes stained with dirt or ash from the next battle. Looking at herself right now, she barely recognized the woman in the glass. She looked elegant. She looked like a woman who is loved.

But when I hold one up against my body, my mouth goes dry. It’s tighter. The bodice is fitted to hug my breasts and waist. The neckline plunges lower than my old uniform, showing a generous amount of cleavage. The skirt is shorter, ending mid-thigh instead of at the knee. The material is slightly sheer in certain lighting. These aren’t practical maid uniforms. These are made to display me. A small note rests on top in elegant handwriting: For my good girl. Wear these from now on. — V.L.

I hate to admit it, but the maid uniform fits me well! I literally looked cute with the white and black uniform with a crest embroidered on the upper left on my chest. The skirt that is below my knees with white socks on. The shoes I have is the same with others, but mine looks very expensive. Sigh…

“Don’t waste time for an old, worn out old woman like me.” Mother reached up and squeezed the wrist holding her tight. “There is no waste in anything I do for you—any of you.” “Then, if this is to be the last of us together, one last ritual?” Mother dwelt in sadness, considering the question, the implication before she answered. “One last time.” Maid went back to her tent returning with a shimmering gold long sleeved gown covering her feet and high on her neck. The collar was rimmed a lace, a filigree design, dainty and intricate.

"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!"

I can’t have these people know what I truly am; it’s none of their business. Ma had come through with the jumpsuit, having her shopping assistant find one and making sure it got here in time. It wasn’t exactly like the one her mom had worn, but you’d have to look damn close to find that out. I’d robbed nana of the earrings. She’s the only one who had anything like the ones Gianna’s mom wore in one of the pictures I’d received. Altogether, with the hair and perfume, I’d turned her into a miniature of her mom. Scary as it sounds, there’s a reason.

She had heard scary stories about how maids were treated bad or starved or not paid. But her story was different, her bosses were nice to her. She didn't know what made Zendaya had changed towards the house helps. She had learned a valuable lesson since Carlotta. Puta, ¿tu marido te está engañando con Otra mujer y estás preocupada por él (Whore, your husband is cheating on you with another woman and you are worried about him)? Zendaya's conscience argued. Shut up brain! She said opening the car door and stepping out. She was dressed in a black A-line off-shoulder dress and paired it with 6-inch platform heels and a black clutch. She was adorned in black from head to toe and she rocked it.