Chapter 19: Domestic Duties

A courier package has arrived during our absence. It contains the uniform that Mistress Penelope requires me to wear inside the apartment. It’s a red vinyl French maid’s outfit, complete with collar and white vinyl apron. At Mistress Penelope’s urging, I go to my room with my new uniform. I change out of my leather harness and squeeze into the body-hugging uniform.

The outfit is impossible to ignore. The glossy red vinyl catches the light with every movement I make. It clings and shimmers like lacquered silk, though the vinyl has stiffness to it that is designed to hold posture as much as to look attractive. The bodice is fitted and sculpted, framed by puffed short sleeves trimmed in crisp white narrow ruffles that soften the otherwise commanding silhouette.

The neckline is U-shaped, plunging to reveal the top of my cleavage. Like the sleeves, the edge of the neckline is trimmed with white vinyl ruffles. Around my throat is a red vinyl collar with a white ruffle under my chin. The collar is fastened with a simple bow, so it can be easily removed should Mistress Penelope prefer me to wear a leather slave collar.

A small white vinyl apron rests over the skirt and is more decorative than practical. Its white ruffles echo the trim at the neckline and sleeves. The contrast between the brilliant red and the stark white makes the whole ensemble feel both theatrical and strangely formal, like a uniform meant for service but crafted with the flourish of a costume designer.

White gloves extend to my wrists, immaculate and tight, completing the sense of ritual precision. Fishnet stockings and a pair of red canvas slip-on shoes complete the outfit. The stockings have elasticated tops to remove the need for a suspender belt. I’m provided with a skimpy pair of red vinyl panties to cover my crotch. The overall effect makes me look sexy while remaining within the bounds of decency. A striking maid’s uniform designed to be both elegant and a spectacle, equal parts sexy, ceremonial, and faintly otherworldly. I feel an arousal building inside me when I look at myself in the mirror.

I return to the living room where Mistress Penelope eagerly awaits my reappearance. She studies my outfit as though looking to make improvements. Whether those improvements are to help me achieve my work, or to inflict some form of restraint remains to be seen.

Mistress Penelope produces a small bag I hadn’t noticed before, containing ‘accessories’ for my uniform. A red latex ball gag with white straps, and a red and white headband. The gag is clearly for use within the apartment, but the remainder of the outfit is decent enough to be worn outside.

While the gloves are suitable for dusting and general housework, they aren’t a snug fit on my fingers, so handling glassware and crockery could be problematic. Similarly, anything involving delicate handling will be difficult while wearing the gloves.