The chauffeur opened the door for him and Phil climbed out of the limo into the humid air of the Chinese province of Guangdong. The villa was the same one he'd stayed in before and was rented for him by the owners of the local factory he'd come to inspect. He'd been to Guangzhou many times for such visits and his friends here knew him well, including his tastes in many matters.
Reaching the door he pulled out the electronic key and waived it at the plate until he heard the click of the locking mechanism releasing and the oak door swung open a fraction. Taking his bags from the driver, Phil stepped inside onto the fake-marble flooring of the villa's foyer. The place was expansive, with several rooms running off the main entranceway on both sides. Jumbo-sixed pot plants were a feature in most of the rooms, Phil recalled, and light, colourful watercolours in theatrical frames breathed life into the whitewashed walls. An indoor balcony ran around the inside of the property, the upper level accessed by a staircase off to the left. The doors just visible over the railings led to the chalet's three bedrooms, all of which were en suite. Built into the modest garden in the rear of the villa was a 20m pool that Phil had used more than once before; the heat in this part of the world could be quite oppressive. From the lobby, Phil could faintly hear the gentle purr of the AC-unit currently working to keep the temperature inside the villa within the comfortable range.
Dropping his bags at the foot of the stairs, Phil shrugged his jacket off and draped it over the staircase banister before strolling into the living room to look for the maid -- as his hosts and taken to calling the girls they sent for him -- that he knew would be waiting.
It was a different woman from last time but this one was just as striking. Her hair was dark and cut short just above the shoulders. She was slender by Western standards and Phil put her aged in the mid-twenties. Her cheekbones revealed a touch of Caucasian decent that blended nicely with her local heritage and gave her a lighter air. Her skin was perfectly tanned and Phil noted with satisfaction that her head was bowed with eyes cast down to avoid his gaze. Dressed in a highly revealing one-piece maid's uniform, the girl was knelt on the floor with knees apart and hands clasped behind her back which had the effect of thrusting out her pert, rounded breasts, the tops of which were already easily visible. She would have been instructed to wait in this position, Phil knew, but she wouldn't have been told anything yet about his rules. The hem of her black skirt fell only a few inches down her thigh, clearly revealing the black-laced panties she wore underneath, while the V-neck of the garment plunged between her breasts advertising her nakedness beneath the uniform. As Phil watched, her chest rose and fell faster, belying her nervousness. This wasn't something she was used too. Good. Phil liked them inexperienced with his brand of fun. In the wall above her head hung a handwritten sign:
"Dear Mr Phil, This worker was caught stealing goods from my factory two days ago. She is now yours to do as you see fit with for your stay with us. Please make good use of her. Yours, Tony Yu"
Smiling to himself, Phil lifted the chin of the knelt woman before him so that he was looking directly into her eyes as he spoke. "Stand up," he instructed, and the girl clambered to her feet. "You are mine for the next few days. You will do what I tell you without hesitation or you will be punished. Do you understand?" Before him, the girl nodded consent and Phil smacked her hard on her ass. "You will answer me verbally when I ask you a question," he admonished, as the woman gave a little wimper of shock. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." the girl replied in a halting voice.
"Have you ever been submissive to a dominant before?" Phil asked as he slowly walked around the trembling girl. He already knew the answer by her body language -- fear and uncertainty being portraying in equal measure -- but he wanted her to say it.
"No..I," she was interrupted again as Phil slapped her ass a second time, delighting in way her delicate flesh felt under his hand even through the token skirt she was wearing. "You will address me as Sir at all times," Phil told the quivering woman, making sure to look directly into her eyes to hammer home the message. Then suddenly, "Put your hands above your head," as the girl started rubbing her buttocks. Slowly she reached up and placed her hands on her head, tears of shame already starting to well up in her eyes. "That is twice already I've had to correct you," Phil said sternly. I am going to punish you now so that you learn what the price of disobedience will be. After that I will explain to you how you will serve me for the rest of my visit."
With that, Phil grabbed the girl by the scruff of her neck and marched her to the edge of the coffee table in the centre of the lounge. Releasing his grasp but staying behind the Asian, he ran his hands up her trembling thighs and under her skirt before tucking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, peeling them down her thighs slowly in order to increase the humiliation of being bared completely. Kneeling down to draw the panties all the way to the floor, he tapped her ankle to signal the girl to step out of them, which she demurely did. Running his hands back up her naked calves and thighs, Phil gently bit one of her buttocks as he stood and trailed his right hand round her front to her stomach, gratifying in feeling the muscles underneath tighten in protest at his touch. Opening the top button of her maid's blouse, he slid his hands inside and cupped both breasts completely with his hands, massaging the nipples to points. Once he judged them to be fully erect, he took both nipples between him thumb and forefingers and twisted them sharply so that the girl screamed out in pain and surprise. "Bend over and support your weight on the table," Phil demanded, stepping back and slapping her ass hard for emphasis. Hesitantly the woman lowered her arms from her hair and bent forward at the waist until her back was flat and her fingers gripped the table for support.
"Please.." she began, but Phil interrupted her immediately.
"I am going to give you six strokes with my belt" he told the girl bent double before him. "You will count each stoke and at the end you will thank me. If you slip up at any time we will start again. Is that clear?" he asked while taking the opportunity to lift her skirt, resting the hem on her lower back so that her ass was fully exposed.
