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.
