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thisgirlnamedblusy · 8 hours ago

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Hi Blusy! I hope you had a fun trip!✈️✨ You deserved a lovely break from all the wonderful writing you do!

This is a tad long, and maybe a bit niche, but I hope it’s alright🌸

What if Reader was Donna’s maid/gardener/servant and didn’t have a standard uniform like Lady D’s maids. During a trip to the castle, Lady D comments on how Reader is always wearing a different dress and expresses to Donna why she enjoys the uniforms and the importance of them somehow. And how she’s sure Reader would look much better in uniform. Donna doesn’t really get the appeal and doesn’t find it necessary until later, reader brings it up and says she gets the appeal from the maid’s perspective. Donna asks her to elaborate and finds that Reader may really enjoy the idea of being dressed up and bossed around by Donna. Donna thinks about this for some time before deciding she’s going to make Reader a uniform, but a different color than that of Lady D’s maids to show that Reader is Donna’s. As she makes it, she slowly starts to realize that she may understand why Lady D likes maids in uniform, and starts to imagine what all she would do if she saw Reader in uniform. She eventually surprises Reader with the uniform by leaving it in her room with a note.

Gay smut ensues with maybe Donna adding a few pieces to the uniform that she had asked Karl to help make (like a special collar with the Beneviento Crest on it or something like that).

Yesss!!!! Sorry about the delay and thank you for your request and your kind words!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

Dress like a maid, act like a doll

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Maid! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, fluff, Donna being Donna, Donna's POV

Word count: 7,923

Summary: I can't tell her what I feel, maybe a uniform would work?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Oh, good morning, my lady,” (Y/N), my maid, said with a kind smile.

Slowly, pleased by that perfectly prepared breakfast, I sat at the table, ignoring her presence as much as I could, until I had no choice but to feel how close she was to me.

“Shall I get you some coffee, my lady?” she asked, approaching slowly.

“Mm,” I responded vaguely, without noticing every detail her dress revealed to me.

She smiled, leaning over to pick up the coffee pot and pour some liquid into the cup. It was impossible not to look, not to notice that her curves were close, that her cleavage could almost touch my deformed face.

Nervous, but trying to fake it, I slowly picked up the cup, hiding my flushed face behind the coffee smoke.

“Do you like it, my lady?” (Y/N) asked, breaking my concentration, one that kept my only eye off her visibly exposed breasts.

The words refused to leave my mouth, much more than usual. It was probably a gentle chuckle, yes; a gentle chuckle came from her lips.

“Cosa?” I asked nervously, tearing my eye away from her cleavage, focusing on anything but her. “What do you mean?” I insisted, praying to the Gods she hadn't noticed.

“The coffee,” she whispered, pulling away slowly enough to let me take one last look; it almost seemed like she was doing it on purpose. “Do you like the coffee, my lady?”

“Oh,” I sighed awkwardly, trying to compose myself, trying not to look into those eyes that seemed to be stalking me. “Yes, it's good.”

“I'm glad to hear it,” she whispered, slurring her words, placing herself at a safe distance, but without looking away.

I nodded, curiously observing all the details of the breakfast (Y/N) had prepared.

“Where did you get these croissants? I don't remember having them in the kitchen,” I commented, hoping the silence would disappear, along with the temptation.

“You are very perceptive, my lady,” the maid said kindly, placing the hands behind her, a certain pride in her words. “Actually, I got up earlier this morning and went to the bakery to get them.”

“Mm?” I murmured, frowning.

“Oh, I know you don’t like me leaving without permission, but I wanted to surprise you, my lady,” she said quickly, apologizing but still smiling. “I know they’re your favorites.”

“Mm, well,” I murmured, feigning a certain annoyance. I wonder if it really sounded the way I intended… “I suppose I could turn a blind eye this time.”

“You’re very kind, my lady,” she replied, dipping into another subtle bow and smiling contentedly. “Would you like anything else?”

“No, I’m fine, (Y/N), grazie,” I said calmly, taking a sip of coffee.

“Prego,” (Y/N) replied almost in a whisper, making me freeze again.

Confused, I blinked, remembering her voice speaking my native language over and over again, something that would be very difficult to ignore.

“You're too thoughtful,” I commented indifferently, pointing to a chair. “Will you sit with me?”

“Of course, my lady, it's a pleasure, my lady,” she said, nodding profusely, pouring herself a cup of coffee, her gaze fixed on me.

I soon regretted my words. My body was trembling again.

Silence spread between us like an invisible cloak. Her eyes discreetly lifted to mine, as did the corners of her lips.

If I didn't want to lose myself in her gaze, I would have to do something, say something to distract myself from her cleavage, her delicate hands, her presence...

“(Y/N), I think we've already talked about that,” I commented in a serious voice, slowly placing the cup back on the table. “You can call me Donna.”

“I know,” she replied almost immediately, without a hint of nerves in her voice. “But I like it that way, unless it disturbs you.”

“No,” I said tersely, shaking my head. “It doesn’t, but, y-you know it's not necessary.”

She smiled again, a dark shadow in her gaze, in her eyes, as if she were somehow playing with me; sometimes it seemed like she enjoyed unnerving me.

I didn't want to think that my own maid had any kind of power over me.

“I like to be professional, my lady,” she murmured, looking at me through her cup; I even thought she winked. I don't know, maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.

“Va bene,” I said, hiding my blush behind my coffee again.

Fortunately, that playful play in her gaze stopped, or I simply stopped noticing, I can't say.

“Thank you for sharing this time with me, my lady. I should return to my duties,” (Y/N) whispered when finished, standing up and approaching me again, leaning in so I could feast my eye on her cleavage one last time.

I nodded indifferently, fighting with myself not to sink into her flesh, to pretend that the sight of her didn't send lustful impulses through my body.

“If you need something...” (Y/N) murmured, leaning closer, too close to my ear. Her breath warmed my skin, making it vibrate with every syllable. “...you know where I am.”

“Mm,” I said, nervously rising from my chair and smoothing down my dress, pretending her voice hadn't caused a hot shiver to run through me. “I know, (Y/N), thank you.”

“Are you all right, my lady?” she asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Was I really that obvious?

“Yes, yes, of course, um... I... should... work on my dolls,” I replied clumsily, cowardly fleeing the dining room before my teeth sank into her skin.

“I hope you have a good morning, my lady,” she said gently, clearing the table.

Her words were barely whispers to me, my palms sweating as I glanced at her one last time. As if somehow sensing my gaze had settled on her, she returned a shy smile.

I never wanted a maid.

My status as a Lord allowed me, according to my siblings, to do whatever I wanted with whomever I wanted, at any time. I never used that power; I wasn't interested in being better than anyone, only in keeping everyone away from me..

No matter how much I refused to accept being part of the authorities of that village, my mission was divine, or so Mother Miranda said. Nothing stopped her, not my illness, nor my desire to leave this world.

The price I paid was a horrible scar on my face, the certainty that I would never be loved, that I would become a monster. She gave me a family, something to live for, control over the thoughts and nightmares of those who once mocked me. I thought that was enough, that my dolls, Angie, and a power I enjoyed using from time to time filled the void in my life.

I was wrong.

The day (Y/N) arrived at my house, I thought of endless ways to torture that girl, who apparently didn't fear the rumors about me. I wanted to make her suffer, punish her for disturbing my solitary and peaceful life, but I couldn't.

Her gaze, her smile... (Y/N) made my powers stop working, making me paralyzed, staring at her through my black veil. She had to insist, but not as much as I would have liked. I would have liked to be stronger.

(Y/N) didn't seem to fear me, didn't tremble at being in the presence of Donna Beneviento, the mad ventriloquist, the mistress of the villagers' nightmares. You could say she was very brave to approach me, or maybe that girl was simply stupid.

Despite my reluctance, I soon grew to like having a maid, a beautiful girl by my side. If she wasn't useful, well, at least I'd have someone to think about on my lonely nights.

But that thought didn't last long. That illusion of using (Y/N) as a pastime, as a work of art to be discreetly contemplated, disappeared over time.

Instead of settling for a glance, a subtle touch of our hands… my body, my heart began to demand something more, something I'd never felt, something I'd never thought I'd feel at all.

Always so close, always with that smile... Every day, every hour, her image appeared in my mind, her eyes looking into mine, I could feel her body so close…

I began to think that the girl was really playing with me, testing me, exploring the limits of my patience with her strange advances. I could have acted, I could have reproached her for her immodesty in dress, or for her approach, but, again, I was unable to do so.

Sometimes I liked to fantasize, to think that there was something real between us; her closeness, her words, her smiles… it was too good to be simply kindness or servitude. Who am I kidding? Of course it was servitude.

“I said the size 7 brush, Angie,” I instructed my faithful companion while trying to distract myself in the workshop.

“Hey!” the doll protested, probably due to the severity of my words. “We're a little tense, aren't we?”

“Taci,” I ordered, snatching the correct brush from her hands, focusing a disembodied head.

Angie sneered with a nasty gesture and slumped down on the table, staring at my work.

“What's wrong, silly Donna? The maid again?” the puppet asked mockingly, leaning close to my ear.

“Shut up,” I demanded, tilting my head and crossing my arms. “What's wrong with the maid?”

“No, Donna...” she hissed, pointing at me. “What's wrong with you?”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I whispered, ignoring her stupid accusations.

“Oh come on, you obviously like that idiot,” Angie said, standing up and pacing the table. “Donna likes the maid,” she crooned afterward, making me clench my fist.

“Shut your mouth, Angie,” I growled, trying to reach the doll, which was laughing sinisterly. “Besides, what if I like her? (Y/N) is a beautiful girl and I'm not made of stone.”

“Aren't you going to do something?” she asked again, making me grind my teeth, making me want to deactivate her for a while.

“I don't know what you want me to do,” I muttered, shaking my head and looking away. “I have nothing to do, there's nothing to do, you understand? E-Even if I liked her, I don't... I don't know what...”

“Wake up, Donna,” Angie interrupted, hitting me on the head and eliciting another groan from my lips. “This morning she shoved her tits in your face and you just stood there. What does she have to do to make you notice? Spread her legs?”

“Angie...” I hissed, narrowing my eyes. “Ma che volgare...”

“Vulgar? Me?” the doll mocked, slipping out of my grasp. “I know what you want to do to her, so don't accuse me of being vulgar. I can read your mind, Donna...”

“Ugh, I'm going to...” I protested, grabbing the doll by the neck, ready to silence her.

“Hey, let me go! I'll tell (Y/N)!” she squealed. “I'll tell her what you think at night!”

“Cazzo...” I growled, releasing my companion, who laughed triumphantly. “Angie, you...”

“Excuse me, my lady,” (Y/N)'s voice interrupted my threat, making Angie laugh even louder. “Oh, um, it’s a bad time?”

“No,” I said in a cold tone, pretending to return to that lifeless head. “What do you want, (Y/N)? I'm busy.”

“Oh, yes, you're busy,” Angie said, jumping down from the table to escape my reach. “What do you want, maid? Where's the food? We're hungry.”

“It's almost ready, Miss Angie, but we have a problem,” the maid replied, moving a little closer to the table.

“Hm?” I asked, with false disinterest. “What problem?”

“I'm afraid we don't have any more wine, my lady. Should I go buy some?” (Y/N) asked, standing right behind me, leaning her head over my shoulder. “Wow, it's a beautiful doll...”

“Um,” I cleared my throat, noticing the sweat beginning to form on my forehead. I wondered if she possessed that power... “No, don't go; I'll go to the castle this afternoon to get more.”

“May I accompany you?” she asked kindly, finally forcing me to lose myself in her gaze. “I wouldn't want you to have to carry weight, my lady.”

“Oh, um... yes, va bene, you can,” I whispered, averting my gaze from her breasts, which were almost exposed due to her bending over.

“Thank you very much, my lady,” she replied, pulling away with a sigh. “Lunch is almost ready, if you're finished...”

At least during lunch, she stayed away from me. It was a relief, really. Her presence made me increasingly nervous, and I always hated having to agree with Angie. Yes, I liked (Y/N), I was inevitably drawn to her, but that wasn't a good thing.

It wasn't that she was my maid and I her mistress. I could do whatever I wanted with her, if only I had the guts. But, of course, I wasn't capable of moving, of taking a first step, of doing anything but silently admiring her.

Yes, a walk toward the castle might clear my mind.

“Please come in,” said one of the castle maids, to which I nodded slowly, protected, as always when I went out, by my black veil.

“Donna, my dear...” My sister's seductive voice brought me out of my trance. “Oh, you come with company... (Y/N), I suppose.”

“Yes, my lady,” my maid replied, with a kind smile, but somewhat different from the ones she usually gave me. “It's a pleasure, my lady.”

“The pleasure is mine, my dear, believe me,” Alcina said, approaching with a subtle, mischievous laugh. “Irina!” she squealed instantly, causing a young girl to run up, ducking her head.

“Yes, my lady?” her maid asked, her tone excessively formal.

“Show Lady Beneviento's maid to the cellar. Let her choose the wine, and don't try to trick her, okay?” Alcina said, sitting on a sofa and gesturing for me to follow her.

“Of course, my lady, please follow me,” Irina said to (Y/N), who nodded and disappeared through the door with her, but not before giving me a brief smile that made my cheeks blush.

“Tea?” the lady in white offered, to which I nodded, sitting in front of her. “My, my, my, she's quite a beauty...”

I ignored her comment as discreetly as I could. No one flatters my maid. There was no telling how many girls like (Y/N) had passed through Alcina’s bedroom and just thinking about (Y/N)... like this... made my stomach turn.

“Don't you even think about laying a hand on her, Alci, she's my Donna's!” Angie squealed, climbing onto my lap playfully.

“Oh, I'd never dream of it,” Alcina laughed, amused by my doll's attitude. “Although, on the other hand... there's nothing to indicate that she's really yours, my dear.”

“Cosa?” I asked nervously. “What are you insinuating?”

“Nothing, nothing,” the lady in white said, completely relaxed, almost amused by my attitude. “I'm just saying what I see, or rather, what I don't see.”

“Are you laughing at me?!” I protested, abruptly rising from the armchair, my knuckles white due to the pressure.

“I’m not,” she sighed, shaking her head, but still wearing that mocking smile.

“Then speak clearly, Alcina,” I said impatiently.

“Very well,” the vampire sighed, lighting a cigarette. “Look there, Donna,” she indicated, pointing to a corner where a maid was absentmindedly dusting. “What do you see?”

“A maid,” I said with disinterest.

“Mihaela, my dear, come closer,” Alcina ordered the girl, who obeyed immediately. “That's it... here,” she said, standing up and grabbing the girl by the shoulders, placing her very close to me.

“Hello, silly maid!” Angie greeted, making exaggerated gestures toward the young woman, who seemed to tremble with fear at my presence.

“Don't be rude, say hello,” Alcina instructed, causing the maid to bow formally.

“My lady...”

“Mm, well, stay there,” the lady in white instructed, stepping back and looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Let my sister see how beautiful you are.”

“What's this about?” I asked, crossing my arms and shaking my head. That girl was too close. “Yes, she's your maid. What do you mean?”

“How is the beautiful Mihaela different from (Y/N), Donna? Come on, I know you're a smart woman,” my sister challenged, putting a hand on my shoulder and nodding her head at the young maid.

“I know it! I know it!” Angie exclaimed childishly, raising her hand. “Can I, can I?”

“Go ahead, Angie,” Alcina said amused, sitting back down in front of me.

“The clothes!” the doll replied, fidgeting on my lap.

“Bravo, Angie,” the tall woman said, clapping silently. “Exactly, the clothes.”

“Y-You're making me very nervous,” I said, my voice trembling, not knowing exactly what my sister meant. “Could you be clear, please?”

“A uniform, Donna, maids need a uniform,” she finally said, gesturing for the poor, frightened maid to back away. “This isn't the first time I've seen your (Y/N) dressed like an ordinary villager.”

“Uniform?” I asked curiously, glancing sideways at the girl as she walked away. “Schioccezze, what does that matter?”

“Mm,” Alcina murmured, taking a drag from her cigarette and rolling her eyes. “It matters, my dear. How do you expect everyone to see she's your maid if she's dressed however she wants?”

“I don't see what that means,” I commented, shaking my head. “(Y/N) can work without having to wear a ridiculous uniform.”

“Ridiculous? Oh, Donna,” my sister murmured. “The uniform is everything. It's proof that she's your maid, that she belongs to you.”

“I don't need a uniform for that, Alcina, she's mine,” I growled, too uncomfortable with that conversation.

“If you say so,” she sighed, crossing her legs. “It might comfort you to think that way, but... Well, I don't see that she belongs to you.”

“I don't like your tone, Alcina,” I threatened again, trying not to let her notice the trembling in my words. “(Y/N) doesn't need a uniform.”

“She may not need one... but what about you? Imagine: (Y/N) shopping in the village, camouflaged with the rest of the commoners, without any markings to say she's your maid...”

“If anyone dares to touch her...” I hissed, making Angie look at me amused before getting off my lap, probably bored by the conversation.

“How do you think you're going to claim something that's yours if it doesn't even look like it?” My sister asked, leaving me, once again, without answers.

“(Y/N) knows she's mine; she doesn't need a ridiculous outfit to know that,” I stated confidently. “She's my maid, she's loyal to me.”

“Mm, you think so?” she questioned again.

I wanted out of there.

“Of course,” I hissed angrily, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. “What does it matter if she's wearing a dress or a uniform? What really matters is that she obeys me.”

“What really matters, my dear, is what only a uniform can give you,” Alcina said, pointing at me, her gaze fixed on mine.

“Che cos'è?” I asked, playing along.

“Authority, Donna, authority over her,” my sister replied, her tone calm.

“Authority? (Y/N) obeys me; she knows who she is and where she belongs. I have enough authority over her,” I said, pretending I wasn't seriously considering her words.

“Mm...” she murmured mockingly, shaking her head. “Donna, do you know why I have a line of maids waiting in my chambers every night?”

I laughed unpleasantly, ignoring that comment.

“Because you order them to?!” Angie chimed in, approaching with her hands on her hips.

“Because they know they're mine, because they look in the mirror and know they're my maids, that they owe me obedience,” the lady in white replied. “They look in the mirror and don't see an independent girl or just any villager. They see themselves as maids of the castle, part of something big.”

“Bah,” I snorted, looking away.

“And most importantly…” she continued. “…they're happy to do whatever I ask, without question. Some girls like to feel dominated, but I didn't expect you to know that.”

“Do you think I'm stupid?” I protested, getting up from the chair. “That's nonsense, Alcina. A uniform isn't going to change anything.”

“Well...” she sighed, shaking her head, defeated by my stubbornness. “Of course, it's just a suggestion... It's a shame, I'm sure (Y/N) would look lovely in a uniform...”

“Don’t...”

“Sorry,” Irina's voice interrupted, appearing in the room with (YN) and a few bottles of wine.

“Oh, it's about time,” Alcina sighed. “Anyway, I guess this pleasant evening is over.”

I grunted, brushing past my sister with disinterest and approaching (Y/N), who was smiling at me as always, terribly friendly.

“Oh, Donna,” the tall woman said, blocking my way out the door. “Think about it, will you?”

I knew my maid was talking to me on the walk back, but I couldn't listen. Alcina's absurd words echoed in my ears, those horrible insinuations that (Y/N) would never be mine if she didn't dress like it.

Of course, they seemed like nonsense to me, a matter of appearance. I never mentioned this unhealthy attraction I felt for my maid, but of course it's something my sister didn't miss.

Anyway, the idea of a uniform for (Y/N) popped into my head as I walked with her through the snow. A quiet walk, her sweet voice caressing my ears... it's all I needed to feel at ease. What she wore wasn't important at all; she was mine, and she knew it, right? Right?

The days passed peacefully. (Y/N) continued to approach me with her charms, unnerving me. She was a terribly addictive girl; her body was a display of the purest art, the kind of beauty any artist pursued.

It hurt. It hurt to think that I was contemplating her beauty from afar, that this masterpiece was before me, but I couldn't touch it, didn't dare touch it. Growing more and more in love with the girl, I began to back away, before my body, before my actions, caused me to make a mistake.

If (Y/N) was just being nice... what would happen if I dared to kiss her? Would she run away? Would she say I was a monster? Was there even the slightest chance that her lips would reciprocate?

No, there was nothing I could do. I was condemned to admire her like a spectator, to have her body so close, her whispers so close to my ear, and at the same time feel the cold between us like an invisible barrier.

It affected me too much; I was completely losing my mind, and crises and nightmares replaced the pleasant dreams with (Y/N). Perhaps isolating myself would help me forget the beauty that accompanied me day and night.

“Excuse me, my lady,” (Y/N) interrupted me, as I tried to get away from her. “You didn't come up for tea.”

“Mm, I didn't feel like it,” I said without looking at her, without scanning her body, but with my hands beginning to tremble.

“Well, I bring you some,” she said, entering the workshop and leaving a small tray beside me, her breasts brushing painfully against me. Could I have imagined it?

“Um, grazie, (Y/N),” I murmured, ignoring the warmth of my body. “You may leave now.”

“Wouldn't you like some company, my lady? I've finished my chores,” the maid offered, leaning beside me, observing my work in a small dress.

“No,” I shook my head, withdrawing from her scent, her perfume. “Go.”

“As you wish, my lady,” she said gently, turning away from me and walking toward the exit. The movement of her hips was hypnotic, irresistible. “Oh, that's right, Lady Dimitrescu called.”

I raised my head, stopping my sewing, knowing I had to listen to her for a few more painful seconds.

“What did she want?”

“Nothing important, just checking on you,” (Y/N) replied, blinking seductively, or so it seemed to me. “She asked me a strange question.”

“A-A strange question?” I asked, turning to face the girl, losing myself in her curves once more.

“Yes, she wanted to know if I already had a uniform. Strange, isn't it?” she commented, making my blood run cold and a blush spread across my face.

“Cavolo...” I wailed, closing my eye and turning away, slamming a fist on the table. “D-Don't listen to her.”

“Oh, okay,” (Y/N) said, raising her eyebrows and playing with her ankle on the floor. “Can I say something, my lady?”

“Mm,” I nodded, returning to my sewing, pretending I didn't have a terrible urge to strangle my sister. “Go ahead.”

“I don't think it's a bad idea to put on a uniform,” she commented, approaching casually, her hips swaying more exaggeratedly.

“Nonsense, you don't need a uniform, (Y/N),” I said, shaking my head and ignoring her proximity.

“Maybe,” she said, leaning on the table, completely distracting me. “ But I really wouldn't mind having one.”

“Perché?” I asked, setting aside that doll dress. “Don't you like dressing up in your own clothes?”

“I like it, but...” (Y/N) replied, reaching for one of the finished dolls, playing with its clothes. “Honestly... I feel a little weird.”

“I don't understand you. Would you please explain yourself, maid?” I asked impatiently, crossing my arms as she smiled discreetly, arranging the dress on the doll.

“Look at these dolls, my lady,” my maid said in a different tone, tearing her tempting gaze away from mine. “Their dresses are elegant... I wouldn't mind dressing the same way,” she commented, leaning closer to my ear, whispering in a softer, sweeter voice.

“What? Do you want to be a doll?” I asked nervously, shaking my head and snatching the object from her hand, running a finger along the seams.

“Mm, would you like me to be, my lady?” It was a different whisper, her honeyed tone penetrating my head like a dagger, quickening my pulse. “My lady, you're trembling.”

“No,” I denied, cowardly backing away from her breath, clutching the doll tightly in my hands. “Io…”

“I didn't mean to make you nervous, my lady,” (Y/N) apologized, stepping back, letting me breathe. “But I would really feel good in a uniform, one made by you, similar to these beautiful dresses,” she commented distractedly, snatching the doll from me with a gentle gesture. “Mm, yes, it would be an honor to dress up like one of your dolls.”

“You don't need a uniform,” I said, self-assured, confident, but not really knowing if it was what I wanted, what I desired.

“I'd have to decide that by myself, don’t you think, my lady?” she joked with a mocking laugh, handing the doll back to me. “I'm sure that way you wouldn't be afraid to ask me whatever you want, to control me like one of your dolls.”

“Um...” I stammered, confused, speechless, with nothing to calm my nerves as (Y/N) raised her finger to my chin, intimidating me with her gaze, with her cleavage, with her perfection. “I… I… I’ll think about it, (Y/N), now, now leave me alone, will you?” I finally said, pushing her away, earning a satisfied smile and a wink from the maid, who retreated with a petulant stride.

“As you wish, my lady,” she sighed seductively, biting her lip, making me even more nervous, on the verge of exploding.

“Call me Donna!” I squealed, not knowing how to react to such brazen behavior, which, incidentally, made me love her even more.

A soft giggle was her response, along with the clicking of her heels down the basement hallway.

What had just happened? Had I dreamed it? Was it really a dream?

Dream or not, the idea was clear enough. It could have been my sick mind that had imagined it, but even so my hands acted on their own, opening the drawers for some old pattern magazines, thus beginning the search for the perfect uniform.

Trying to ignore my maid's impudence, I began to work on the fabric, slowly forming a dress very similar to my dolls', but with a special touch. Naturally, I wasn't going to make a dress for a cheesy doll but a maid's uniform, one for (Y/N), just for her.

Images of Alcina's maids flashed through my head day and night, giving me little details to add. The grayish hue, identical to my dolls, would also serve to differentiate (Y/N) from the little whores Alcina had at her service.

No, (Y/N) wasn't a cheap whore who would be charmed by a velvety voice and empty promises. She wasn't Alcina's maid, she was my maid, mine, and only mine, and that's how she had to look.

The work obsessed me, intensifying my quest for perfection as I imagined that fabric falling over her body, adapting harmoniously to her breasts, dancing in time with her legs.

I looked at the result again and again, but it still wasn't enough. She was already mine, with that dress she would be unmistakably mine, but something was missing, something Alcina's stupid maids didn't have.

“Just do it and shut up,” I said, hanging up the phone with a grunt. “Cretino...” I insulted, after a call to my brother Karl.

No maid's uniform would be worthy of (Y/N) without a few small metal ornaments, a collar fitted around her neck, one with my family crest, one that, even without the rest of the uniform, would remind her that she was still mine.

Unfortunately, I had to ask my stupid brother for the favor, but I really didn't care; it was for (Y/N), it was to make her mine.

The new dress lay on a mannequin; her new clothes, the only ones she would be allowed to wear. I sighed as I shook my head, banishing from my mind the images of that uniform slipping off her shoulders and falling to her ankles.

The similarities to the attire of Alcina's maids were evident, but not so obvious as to be seen with the naked eye. It was my best work, of course. Reflecting, those obedient and submissive girls came to mind. Something ignited inside me.

My sister's words returned to my ears, unspoken; that desire for authority, for domination through a simple dress, began to make sense to me. Those girls were so obedient… They did everything my sister asked of them, no matter what it was, without question.

It was impossible to believe it was all because of a stupid uniform, but the idea wouldn't leave my mind. Those young bodies framed by an apron and a short dress, those girls' formal smiles, their legs adorned by the fabric that covered them.

I thought it was silly, but it was getting easier and easier to understand why Alcina would give them a uniform, and that led me to fantasize.

I imagined (Y/N) wearing that dress, flaunting her necklace around the village, causing comments from those stupid commoners. It wasn't just clothing; it was a statement, it was the reality I lived in, a subtle and authoritative way of saying that (Y/N) was mine.

But... what would happen at home? Would anything change? (Y/N) said she would like to be like my dolls, that she would like me to give her the identity she thought she lacked. I wondered what kind of things I could do with that newfound authority.

I could kiss her without asking, I could caress her face whenever I felt like it, her body would be mine, inside and out. Those visions of (Y/N) naked, her uniform on the floor, my hands running through her wetness, my words commanding her to bend over, her legs to open just for me… They were everything I could ask for.

A warm thought transmitted itself to my body, causing the wetness of my arousal to spread between my legs. Yes, she would be mine, my maid, my doll… Dressed as such, she would obey me, do whatever I wanted, and I wouldn't have to worry about being rejected.

The uniform wasn't just a dress; it was a silent contract, a bond that gave me power over her, authority.

My caresses between my thighs sent shivers down my spine. I wished those warm hands were hers...

I never masturbated outside of bed, never pleasured myself outside the safety of the sheets, but I couldn't stop thinking, couldn't stop imagining she was the one entering me, and that I had ordered her to.

Luckily, that wouldn't last forever. I just had to wait a little longer, and that fantasy would become reality.

Soon, I received the order I had given my brother: a beautiful gold necklace with the crest hanging from it, ready to be placed around (Y/N)'s neck and never leave it.

I hope you like it, my maid. You'll be like one of my dolls.

I wrote that note in my best handwriting and left it on top of the uniform, on her bed. Of course, it wasn't difficult to get rid of (Y/N); all I had to do was send her to the village. I was dying to see her in it, to know how she would react, and how I would.

“Phew, I'm here, Donna,” (Y/N) said, coming through the door as I came down the stairs, feigning indifference, smiling satisfied with a job well done. “Mm, it still feels strange to call you by your name, my lady.”

I smiled daringly, arranging her hair in a way I'd never dared to do before. Did a stupid uniform really have that effect on me?

“I like the way my name sounds on your lips,” I whispered suggestively, gathering the things I'd asked her to bring. “I'll take care of this, (Y/N). You should go up to your room, you have a surprise.”

“A surprise?” the girl asked, smiling, but frowning. “Mm, I can't wait...” she whispered, winking at me and slowly ascending the stairs.

“Silly Donna...” my doll Angie whispered, shaking her head. “Do you think a dress will make her want to...?”

“Angie, get lost,” I said, pointing at the elevator hallway. “It's none of your business.”

“Ugh, you're so silly,” the doll protested. “If you wanted another doll, you should have made one by yourself.”

“Fuori!” I shrieked furiously, eaten away by nerves, by the anticipation of what would surely be a beautiful sight.

The wait seemed endless. My feet paced aimlessly down the hall, my head thinking too many things at once.

Would it work? Would she like her uniform? Did I scare her?

A slew of questions threatened to send me into a terrible meltdown, but it couldn't be, not right then. My madness would have to wait.

One step, two... (Y/N)'s steps kept me from completely losing my temper, a beautiful and elegant vision of her legs slowly descending, the new dress dancing with her movements.

“I love it,” she commented before she stepped completely down, leaving me speechless. “It's beautiful, Donna.”

I opened my mouth, but not a word came out. My eyes studied every shape of her body wrapped in that uniform, the way her silhouette slenderized just the way I wanted. It was perfect, simply perfect.

“Let's see...” (Y/N) commented amusedly, spinning around, making the fabric dance elegantly as she laughed, seemingly excited. “Mm, I love it, Donna, thank you very much.”

“Mm,” I pretended, approaching her arranging the clothes correctly, a pathetic excuse to feel the warmth of her body through the gray fabric of the dress, a sensation I wasn't ready for.

“Now I really look like a maid,” the girl commented amusedly, letting my hands run over her body just the way I wanted, letting my fingers undo one of the buttons on her neckline, letting me admire her secluded breasts. “Oh, I should have known you'd like it better like this,” she purred, a blush beginning to rise on her cheeks.

“Certo,” I sighed, recognizing my weakness for her curves, for that perfect body. “There's still something missing, (Y/N).”

“Oh, really?” she asked, in a childish voice, almost pouting. “I can't wait.”

Clearing my throat, I reached for the necklace Heisenberg made, unable to help but smile before putting the icing on that cake. Slowly, I approached again, running my hands over the soft, addictive skin of her neck, letting the locket fall onto her chest.

She wasn't looking at it; she was looking at me, her brand new owner.

“I have no words... it's beautiful, Donna,” she finally said, running her fingers over the locket with a mischievous smile. “You’re too kind for a simple maid like me.”

“You may be a maid, (Y/N), but you're anything but simple,” I teased, placing my hands in front of me, admiring my masterpiece. “You look beautiful.”

“I'll have to take your word for it,” she said playfully, admiring her uniform.

“You must, (Y/N),” I said in a serious tone, tilting my head, studying the outfit, wondering what my next move would be. “I hope you like the color.”

“It's definitely the color of your dolls,” (Y/N) affirmed, a growing darkness in her eyes. “I look like them, don't you think?”

“It's what you wanted, wasn't it?” I said, feeling much more confident for some odd reason. “To look like a doll.”

“Well, maybe that would stop you from being so shy around me, wouldn't it, Donna?” she whispered, leaning in close, her words caressing my ears. “If... well, if I had to look like a doll to get any attention from you... I'm fine with that.”

“You're always so bold, (Y/N),” I whispered in her ear, returning a bit of her seductive strategy, feeling like I could do it, realizing that I could. “But you can't be anymore, (Y/N), now you're completely mine.”

“Mm,” (Y/N) murmured, pouting again, blinking rapidly. “Did you need a uniform to know that? Or perhaps it’s just to tell it to yourself?” she challenged me, that stupid maid was challenging me.

“Careful, maid,” I whispered in a dangerous tone, approaching menacingly. “You're walking on dangerous ground.”

“You're right, I would never dare challenge you, my lady,” she said playfully, briefly glancing at my lips, making my palms start to sweat.

“Don't call me that, you know I hate it,” I replied, grabbing that girl by the arm, digging my nails into her skin. “Now you'll respect me, (Y/N).”

“Fine, Donna,” she whispered, emphasizing my name mockingly. “Well… is there anything this humble maid can do for you?”

“Let me think…” I said, confused, going blank for a moment.

I thought of Alcina, of those silly girls lining up outside her chambers. Was it really that simple? I had my own maid, with her unique uniform, my authority beyond question. There was only one last check.

“I want you to kiss me, (Y/N),” I said, as calmly as I could.

I swore I saw the corners of her mouth lift.

She didn't respond; she simply leaned closer, planting a fiery kiss on my cheek, her lips lingering on me for a few glorious seconds.

“Did I do it right?” she asked with a sinister smile, slowly pulling away. “Oh, you seem disappointed, Donna.”

“I want you to kiss me, (Y/N),” I demanded, grabbing her arm again, feeling a wave of something different, an illusion of power, of... authority. “Here,” I said, pointing to my lips.

The wetness and warmth of her kiss almost made me surrender, confess the love I felt for her. Her lips warmed my body; her tongue caressed mine cautiously, but with a different touch, as if she knew exactly what I wanted, and how I wanted it.

“Mm...” the girl murmured, licking her lips after ending the kiss, leaving me on the verge of deepening it. “Do you want something else, Donna?”

“Did I tell you to stop?” I asked, annoyed, flustered by her silent defiance.

“You haven't told me anything,” (Y/N) replied, looking away. “I'm just a silly little maid... I need to be told what to do,” she whispered temptingly, leaning toward me. “Or rather… I need, I want you to tell me what to do, Donna.”

“Are you so stupid that you don’t know?” I shook my head, annoyed because she kept defying me. “I want to take you.”

“I’m just your maid, your doll… dolls don’t do anything they’re not told to, right?” (Y/N) said, walking beside me, leaning on the dining room table.

I quickened my steps, pushing that impertinent maid against the table, grabbing her hair and seeing how there was no terror in her eyes, but a different kind of desire.

“Mm, have I been bad, Donna? Tell me what I can do to fix it. I want to be your maid, your good doll,” she whispered with a look of false sadness.

I looked down at her body adorned in the uniform, at the crest resting on her chest. A smile formed on my face as my hands released her hair and moved down to her cleavage.

“First off, maid, I want to get a better look at you,” I said confidently, undoing two more buttons on her dress. “I want to touch you,” I added, sinking my hands into the tender skin of her breasts, squeezing them until her sweet mouth emitted a moan.

“Do you do this to your dolls, Donna?” she commented, laughing at my clumsy exploration.

“Silenzio,” I protested, pulling away and turning her body, pushing it against the table. “I want you to shut that stupid mouth of yours.”

“Your wish is my command,” she whispered, moving her hips provocatively as my hands ran over her dress, slowly pushing it up, feeling every inch of her skin, skin that already belonged to me.

“Mm, cheeky girl...” I commented, amused, noticing the dampness in my fingers, the lack of underwear that was obviously intentional. “Good maids wear panties, (Y/N)… You’re so daring…”

“I didn’t know when you would dare to touch me, Donna,” she replied, shuddering at my touch of her folds as I pushed her belly against the table. “I’ve wanted you for so long…”

“Shut up…” I demanded, continuing my work, aroused by the sight of her dress lifted, the glistening wetness I imagined seeping into the gray fabric. “Sei bagnata… did you expect this?”

“Yes…” (Y/N) gasped as my finger began to play with her clit, as the fantasy of feeling her began to become reality. “Gods, my lady.”

“Not my lady!” I cried pulling back her hair as the circles I made in her wetness intensified. “I’m Donna to you, stupid maid.”

“Am I your maid now, your doll? What do you want me to be?” she asked in that mocking tone again, earning another tug of her hair. “I'll be whatever you ask.”

“Like a proper maid, right? I don't know what I find more attractive, (Y/N), considering you a doll or a maid, what do you say?” I purred in her ear, leaning over her, moving my hips to find some friction as my fingers entered her without warning.

“Ah!” she moaned loudly, kicking her legs as my fingers slid between her walls, giving her no time to accept me, to love me, to want me inside her. “I'll be whatever you ask, Donna, whatever... Ah, yes!”

“Funny how a simple uniform makes me want you so much, (Y/N),” I commented, curling my fingers, following the rhythm of her twitching hips, the sound of her moans sending shivers through my body. “W-Well… Io…” I paused for a moment, feeling rationality returning to my mind. “Actually I-I’ve always wanted you.”

“I know,” (Y/N) replied with a mocking laugh, making me frown and my movements intensify, causing her words to be drowned out by new moans. “You are a very shy woman…”

“Shut up!” I exclaimed furiously, not wanting to agree with her.

“But I like you like this, Donna… Oh, Gods… I’m close…” the maid moaned, closing her eyes, growing increasingly agitated.

“Oh, is my little doll close? Now is the time you must pay for your audacity, (Y/N),” I said, laughing darkly, withdrawing my glistening fingers from her body. “Apologize, maid.”

“What? Oh, Donna, please, I was just about to... please, Donna,” she begged, grinding her hips against mine, desperately searching for that lost contact.

“I'll only do this if you shut your big mouth and let me do what I want... you're mine!” I screamed furiously, wanting to finish what I'd started, not wanting her to recognize the love I felt for her, which I wasn't able to express without that stupid uniform.

“Okay, I'll keep quiet... but, but... please, per favore, amore mio...” she whispered desperately, causing my eye to open wide, my hands to move on their own, acceding to her wishes.

“So... so daring...” I growled, thrusting into her again, curling my fingers inside her, causing her entire body to tremble with pleasure with an exaggerated shriek. “Stupid maid... turn around,” I ordered, spinning her around, not giving her time to recover from her orgasm.

She nodded with a triumphant smile, sweat running down her forehead and her skin flushed with pleasure.

Without saying anything, I removed the last button of her uniform, exposing her breasts above her dress, reveling myself in that beautiful, hypnotic sight.

“Here,” I whispered, pulling at her arm so that I was now the one leaning on the table. “Get on your knees, maid.”

She licked her lips, lowering herself slowly, making her breasts move as her hands caressed the black fabric of my dress.

“What should I do, Donna? Ask me for anything you want...” she whispered, looking up at me from the floor, caressing my legs under my dress, knowing what I wanted, but forcing me to say it.

“You know what you must do, (Y/N), please me with your mouth, serve me like the good doll you are,” I said, caressing her chin, blinded by lust, by the desire I had imagined so many times during my lonely nights. “Use your mouth for more than just nonsense.”

“Whatever you command, my lady,” the girl mocked, pulling down my underwear, squeezing herself inside my dress to reach her goal.

When her mouth made contact with my body, I stumbled, leaning on the table to maintain my balance. Her tongue was so skillful, sucking me with such precision that I thought I was living a fantasy. The moisture running down my legs covered her face as I caressed it, guiding her where I wanted, how I wanted.

Her kisses, her tongue, her fingers inside me… it was a collection of unforgettable sensations, unquestionable silent commands that made me reflect before giving in to the pleasure.

Had the uniform really had something to do with it? Was that the authority Alcina spoke of?

My orgasm coursed through her pleased mouth, making it vibrate in my folds while my moans echoed off the mansion walls. I had gotten what I wanted, but… was it enough? My heart said it wasn’t.

“Get up,” I whispered, pulling her wrist to put her to her feet, redoing the buttons of her uniform. “Tell me something, (Y/N), did you do this because you wanted to?”

“Mm?” she murmured, blinking in confusion, straightening her clothes, licking the taste of me off her lips. “Do you think I'd do it if I didn't want to?”

“I don't know, you're my maid, my little doll,” I said lost, erratically stroking her cheek.

“Only if you want me to be, Donna... You know, I'm glad the uniform gave you so much confidence. I think if it didn't, I'd have gone crazy trying to show how much I love you.”

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