Have her clean up

With a smile you hand her an apron. White, short, tight.

"Put than on ... there are some dishes to do."

She stares at it and then gives you a shy smile. "Yes master."

"And then you can tidy the house a little." You lean back in the chair and look at her, standing in front of you and holding the little apron, not daring to look right at you.

"And?" you ask her, wondering if she needs allowance to do as ordered. Then you notice she wants an allowance to proceed.

"Do it, Anne."

With a simple nod she turns and walks the stairs up, carrying the apron and a little bag she brought with her upstairs.

You light up a smoke and wait. You really look forward and seeing her in action somehow turns you on.

She returns, the apron curbed thightly around her athletic body. She walks in front of you slightly embarrassed. There she stands, one feet on her other, her hands nestling in front of her and her head lowered.

After a minute of silent contemplation on your behalf she looks shyly at you.

"Where shall I start, master?"

"Uh ... errr ... " you stummer. An incredible sight. The apron barely covers her tits, her nipples punching through the thin fabric of the apron. It end below her cunt and is tied behind her neck and at the sides of her hips. Her back is covered by a little piece of white fabric too, only held together by the knots on the side of her hips. Otherwise she seems to be naked.