Into Another Time

New Job

I woke up with a jolt to the sensation of being touched.I frantically blinked my eyes open to see the intruder. My eyes zeroed in on the culprit and I sighed, relieved, when it was just my new roommate. Ella.She was shaking me awake. That Lord Asher had really did a number on me,that I was jumpy all the time. Her blue eyes bore into me as I regained my composure. I rubbed my face with my hands to relax and calm myself as she impatiently tapped her leg, restless.

" Wake up, we have to get going!", she exclaimed.

"Go? Where?", I narrowed my eyes. She shook her head.

"It's our first day of maid duties", she reminded me," did you forget?"

Oh. Right.

" Our uniforms are here", she informed me. Now that piqued my interest slightly. Not that I found this whole ordeal exciting but I was interested to see what a maid's uniform looked like in this century, I was a history buff still. If my hunch was right, it would be similar to what Ella was wearing yesterday. I slowly got up from the bed as Ella rushed to show me the uniforms. The excitement and happiness was palpable on her face as she extended her hands to show me the clothes, how someone can be so happy to be a maid was beyond me. As predicted, the uniforms were exactly like what Ella was wearing yesterday, only gray instead of the black kirtle. Why this girl was excited to wear almost exactly the same outfit was beyond me.

She handed me one of the uniforms marked with my name Emma. There was a kirtle and a bliaut. Wait,what about undergarments?. Were we supposed to wear the same white cloth everyday under this uniform?. I looked upto Ella, who had already put on her kirtle.

"What about undergarments? Our we supposed to wear the same dirty undergarment everyday?", I questioned, disgusted. She shrugged guilelessly, as if not bothered.

"Madam will tell us", she answered.

" What madam?", I asked.

" Head of the maids. She'll instruct us on how to do our job today, and basically monitor us everyday"

" Better hurry up with the uniform, she'll be here any minute", she raised her eyebrow, smoothening out her kirtle. I grumbled as I reached for the gray kirtle marked with my name.I pulled it over my head and was surprised to feel it stuck over my head. With great difficulty I pulled it down and managed to get inside the neck. The kirtle was tight af and I tried to adjust it to make it more loose, in vain. It was also scratchy in the chest area right over my breasts.Suddenly I felt conscious of my hardening nipples poking through the unusually thin fabric of the kirtle, because of the rough material over my breasts. I peeked inside the neckline to see what the problem was, there was a rough patch sewn right over the center of each breast area, which was extremely bizzare. What kind of weird, uncomfortable maid uniform was this?. Was this a new kind of punishment for me?

I looked over to Ella and her kirtle did not seem as thin or tight as mine, neither did her nipples seem to be poking over the fabric. Did they design this especially for me, to punish me?. Immediately, I realized the intention behind the make of the uniform and why it was especially designed for me. It was not just to punish me and make me physically uncomfortable, it was designed to satisfy the cheap, perverted desires of Lord Asher. The way the tight kirtle highlighted every curve of my upper body and hips before loosely flowing over my legs and how a rough patch was sewn right over my areola, to make my nipples rub against them and remain hard all the time.

I gritted my teeth in fury as realization dawned on me. The lengths this man went to be cheap amazed me, he disgusted me on a whole new level when I thought about how elaborately and meticulously he had planned this uniform, and this whole plan. He was absolutely sick. I hurried over to put on my bliaut in a futile attempt at preserving my modesty. To my dismay, the bliaut was also thin and very tight over the kirtle, both of them hugging me like a second skin. My nipples were still poking through, though less. I was frazzled on how to deal with this situation. When I turned to Emma she seemed to have caught on, judging by her red cheeks ,looking me over.