Emily kept pulling Daisy until they reached her room. They finally reached the room, and Emily slamd the door shut.
"Sobody 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 , 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 nacingly 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.
"Co, 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 ," said Daisy.
"Very well. You can stay with him as long as you like, but you’ll still need to co 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 ergency," 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 ho.
----
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 seed 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 excitent, 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.
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"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 ti," 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 ti to spare, and waved to Ivan as he drove off to MIT.
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"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 sobody else to wait on you hand and foot," said Daisy, standing to et 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 seed to be.
Emily’s eyes roved over Daisy’s figure, "Did this twerp give you a liposuction or sothing? 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 comnce, 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.
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