I used to think my uniform was just for work, but lately I've been realizing it's more like... a second skin. The starched collar against my throat, the tight cinch of the apron strings around my waist, the way the skirt swishes against my thighs when I walk... it makes me feel safe. Seen. Like I have a purpose that everyone can tell just by looking at me. Sometimes when I'm alone in my room at night, I'll run my hands over the rough fabric of my apron and touch myself. I get so wet imagining my Owner watching me, using the wooden spoon from the kitchen on my ass until it's red and stinging, then pushing me onto my knees. The thought of being kept, disciplined, and used all while wearing this dress... it makes my pussy ache. I just want to be his good little maid, in every single way.