"So let me get this straight." said Annette as she paced
the living room.
"Aaron notices
his girlfriend's blouse has ripped open, takes her to the outfitter,
asks the salesgirl there to call an Uber to a lingerie store and buys
her a bunch of corsets. Have I got that right?" she asked
rounding on Ivan.
Ivan sighed wearily.
"Aaron didn't buy her anything. The lingerie shop sold Daisy the
corsets. She chose to buy and wear them," he explained.
Annette threw up her
hands. "Of all the lingerie shops out there, Aaron just had to
pick one that sold corsets!" she ranted.
"I love you
Annette, but you really miss the point sometimes," sighed Ivan.
"What are you
talking about? Aaron is taking advantage of that poor girl!"
raged Annette.
"Did you hear
anything that I just said? Daisy is being bullied and tormented by a
jealous classmate whose parents employ hers! She needs a place to
prepare for school, or her new underwear will be destroyed!"
shouted Ivan.
"And I suppose
you and Aaron consider yourselves her brave white knights?"
scoffed Annette.
Ivan pinched the
bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Did you ever
have your stuff burned in front of you Annette? Were you forced to
wear somebody else's hand-me-downs? Were you called a dumb ugly fat
bimbo almost every day of your life?" he asked.
"You seem far
too eager to take the girl's word for all that," grumbled
Annette.
"You know what?
You claim to be a feminist, but when a shy, vulnerable girl who is
terrified of returning to a toxic environment comes to us for help,
you refuse just because she decided that corsets gave her more
support and comfort than brassieres. Your hypocrisy knows no bounds!"
spat Ivan.
Annette flushed red.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm just worried that Aaron is developing some
potentially sexist views," she mumbled.
"Aaron is
thirteen years old! He's still trying to figure out what attracts him
and what does not! Stop judging him as some sexist misogynist just
because he likes fast cars, high heels and corsets! It's not fair to
him!" thundered Ivan.
"Fine! That
girl can come here and change, but I am not going to involve myself
in this." snapped Annette.
"Fine! I'll
keep her clothes in the guest bedroom," sighed Ivan, picking up
Daisy's shopping bags.
----
While Ivan and
Annette were arguing downstairs, Aaron and Daisy were busy with their
homework in Aaron's bedroom.
"I'll answer
all your questions after we finish homework," said Aaron
sternly, as Daisy opened her mouth.
"Y-yes sir,"
mumbled Daisy, wondering why Aaron sounded more like a teacher than a
student.
Fortunately, the
homework wasn't much since the midterms were just over, and Aaron and
Daisy finished it in less than an hour.
"So Aaron, what
else do you like on girls besides corsets?" asked Daisy playing
with her hair.
"I suppose I
like high heels, formal clothing and black leather," replied
Aaron.
"I see,"
said Daisy, looking around his bedroom. Her eyes spotted the suit bag
where Aaron kept his black leather suit.
"Can I see you
in that suit?" she asked.
"Unfortunately,
it no longer properly fits me and I haven't had the time or money to
take it in for alteration," sighed Aaron, running his hands over
the suit bag.
"Oh," said
Daisy, a little put off by his answer.
"I do have
pictures of me in it though," said Aaron, opening his phone and
showing her pictures of his 13th birthday celebration.
Daisy's eyes widened
at seeing Aaron in his black leather suit, with Mei Ling on his arm.
"Is that the girl you told me about?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes. She's too
old for me though. So don't worry, I'm still single," said
Aaron.
"Do you think
I'm pretty Aaron?" asked Daisy, her eyes wide and vulnerable.
"Yes,"
said Aaron softly, maintaining eye contact with her to show that he
was serious.
"Thank you,
Aaron, that means a lot," said Daisy, hugging him tightly.
There was a knock on
the door and Ivan entered the bedroom.
"It's time for
you to leave Daisy," he sighed.
"Can I please
stay over Mr. Zakhrov?" pleaded Daisy.
"I don't mind
Daisy, trust me I don't, but you need permission from your parents,"
said Ivan.
Daisy nodded. "I'll
get their permission in writing the next time," she said firmly.
"I'm coming to
see her off," said Aaron, his voice brooking no argument.
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"All right,"
said Ivan as Daisy headed to the guest bedroom to change out of her
uniform and corset.
----
The BMW M5 rumbled
towards the imposing iron gates flanked by armed guards that was the
entrance to the Clarke estate.
"We are
dropping off Ms. Daisy Eddington," said Ivan curtly to the guard
that approached them. The guard looked at Daisy, who was wearing a
large MIT hoodie instead of a uniform, nodded curtly and signaled to
open the gates.
The gates swung open
at a ponderous pace, and the BMW M5 drove up the sweeping driveway to
the large palatial house.
"We'll pick you
up early tomorrow morning. Good luck, and stay strong," said
Ivan, giving Daisy a hug.
"Thank you for
everything Mr. Zakhrov," said Daisy, returning the hug.
The front doors
opened as Daisy stepped out of the BMW and Emily, dressed in casual
clothing of a cute pink top, jeans and sneakers ran towards her.
"Where were
you! I was so worried!" she cried, grabbing Daisy and pulling
her inside.
A tall man with
blond hair and dressed in a butler's uniform came outside and bowed
before Ivan, who had gotten out of the BMW.
"Thank you for
taking care of my daughter," he said thickly in a British
accent.
"You are Mr.
Eddington, I take it. Father Abel has explained the situation. I
would like your permission to pick up and drop Daisy every morning
and evening, and sleepover if possible," said Ivan.
Mr. Eddington wiped
his eyes and nodded, "You shall have it. I'll draft the letter
tonight," he assured Ivan, and retreated into the house.
----
Emily kept pulling Daisy until they reached her room. They finally
reached the room, and Emily slammed the door shut.
"Somebody seems
to have forgotten their place! Kneel, bitch!" snarled Emily,
shoving Daisy to the floor.
"E-Emily, stop
it!" cried Daisy, as Emily pounced on top of her, pinning her
down, her pudgy hands closing like a vice over Daisy's slender neck.
"It's mistress
Emily from now on, bitch! You've been having too much of fun with
that twerp. You belong to me, you got that?" snarled Emily, as
Daisy sputtered helplessly.
"Y-yes,
m-mistress Emily," rasped Daisy, trembling and squirming under
Emily.
"There's a good
girl," purred Emily, releasing Daisy, who coughed and sputtered.
Emily grabbed a
large pair of scissors and seized the hem of Daisy's MIT hoodie.
"No!"
shouted Daisy, but Emily pressed the scissor point menacingly at her
neck.
"Shut up! I
decide what you wear bitch!" she hissed.
Tears rolled down
Daisy's eyes as Emily cut the hoodie and the rest of her clothes off
her.
"Now, clean
this room, you fat ugly naked bimbo!" shouted Emily, leaving
Daisy sobbing in the middle of the room.
"I think you're
beautiful" echoed Aaron's voice in Daisy's mind. She willed
herself to stop crying, and picked up the shreds of clothing.
She had just
finished clearing Emily's room, when the door slightly cracked open.
"Psst. Daisy.
Here, quick!" whispered Mr. Eddington, sliding a bundle of
clothes through the gap.
Daisy grabbed the
bundle from him and quickly changed into the sweatpants and t-shirt.
"Come, quick!"
urged Mr. Eddington, and Daisy jogged behind him to the servant's
quarters.
"Do you like
that Aaron Zakhrov boy?" asked Mr. Eddington.
"Yes, Dad. I
do. He's really nice to me," said Daisy.
"Very well. You
can stay with him as long as you like, but you'll still need to come
here for the night. OK?" said Mr. Eddington.
"OK, Dad,"
said Daisy, hugging him tightly.
"Now, go to
bed. I'll handle mistress Emily," said Mr. Eddington, ushering
Daisy to her room.
----
Early the next
morning, Aaron and Ivan arrived at the Clarke estate in the BMW M5.
The guards opened
the gates without stopping them, and they pulled up to the entrance
of the main house.
Daisy bounded out of
the house dressed in her bed clothes, followed closely by her father
in his butler uniform.
"Here is the
letter allowing Daisy to spend the day and be chaperoned.
Unfortunately, I cannot condone her spending the night unless it is
an emergency," said Mr. Eddington.
"All right,"
said Ivan taking the letter, while Daisy scampered into the back
seat.
"Go quickly,
before mistress Emily awakens," urged Mr. Eddington. Ivan nodded
and drove the BMW out of the estate.
As soon as they were
past the gates, Daisy gave a big sigh of relief.
"I-I'm sorry
Mr. Zakhrov, Emily took away your hoodie," she said contritely.
"Think nothing
of it, Daisy. I've got plenty of those," assured Ivan as the BMW
sped home.
----
Daisy looked around
the guest bedroom of the Zakhrov residence.
A new, neatly folded
uniform blouse and skirt lay on the bed, a note on the top in Aaron's
cursive handwriting said: "Ms. Sophia had this ready last night,
2 new sets will be ready at the end of the week"
In the wardrobe,
Daisy found her shopping bags arranged along the floor and a new
uniform blazer hanging in a suit bag.
She bent down, and
opened the shopping bags, pulling out a white satin and brocade
over-bust corset.
After making sure
the corset was properly secure, Daisy unfolded and examined the white
uniform blouse.
It seemed to have a
more aggressive taper than her previous one.
She put it on,
buttoning it and let out a gasp, the blouse had been tailored to take
into consideration the narrower waist made by the corset.
With a new wave of
excitement, she carefully pulled on her black pantyhose and then the
new black pleated uniform skirt.
The skirt fit
perfectly around her narrow waist and sat just above her knees.
Daisy then put on
her tie, pulled the blazer out of the suit bag and put it on,
buttoning it across her waist.
"Hey, mirror,
what do you think?" she asked herself, twirling in front of the
full-length mirror.
"Aaron says I
look beautiful, Emily says I'm a fat ugly bimbo. Whom do I believe?"
she asked her reflection.
The mirror remained
silent, reflecting her image back at her.
She folded her arms
and cocked her head to the side, examining herself critically.
"Know what? I
think Aaron is right," she said, smiling at her reflection.
Looking around the
room, she found new black patent leather pumps that Aaron had taken
the liberty of getting her.
With a final twirl
in the mirror and a spring in her step, Daisy headed for the living
room.
----
"You look very
beautiful in the new uniform Daisy. I'm glad Sophia was able to get
one ready at such short notice," said Aaron as Daisy joined them
in the living room.
"Thank you so
much Aaron! You like it?" asked Daisy, giving Aaron a twirl.
"Yes, do you?"
asked Aaron, smiling at the twirl.
"Yep. Are we
ready to leave?" asked Daisy, as Aaron and Ivan stood up and
buttoned their blazers.
"Yes,"
replied Aaron, picking up the BMW's keys.
"Ride shotgun
Daisy. I'll sit in the back this time," said Ivan as they
approached the car.
Once Aaron had
carefully pulled out of the driveway and was going on the main road
at a slow but steady pace, Ivan spoke up: "Aaron, it's getting
late, step on it!"
Aaron chuckled and
floored the throttle. Daisy let out a squeal as the BMW M5 let out a
powerful roar and accelerated rapidly.
They reached the
school with plenty of time to spare, and waved to Ivan as he drove
off to MIT.
----
"Daisy! What
the hell happened to you? You left the house before I was even up!"
snarled Emily, storming up to where Daisy and Aaron sat.
"My parents may
be your employees Emily, but I'm not. Find somebody else to wait on
you hand and foot," said Daisy, standing to meet Emily's gaze.
Emily staggered
backwards, "Where the hell did you get that uniform?" she
snarled.
"The
outfitters, duh," said Daisy, smirking at how off-balance Emily
seemed to be.
Emily's eyes roved
over Daisy's figure, "Did this twerp give you a liposuction or
something? You're not that... thin," she growled, instinctively
covering her own protruding belly with her hands.
"Are you
body-shaming Ms. Eddington, Ms. Clarke?" asked a stern voice
from behind Emily causing her to jump.
She whirled around
to find Father Abel glaring down at her.
"Catechism
class is about to commence, since you are not Catholic, I suggest you
head for your ethics class" he said, as the warning bell rang.
With a yelp, Emily
dashed to her desk to collect her bag.
