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The dress that Riya wears when I see her later that afternoon is about as far from the jeans and cropped top she was wearing when she left as India is from Connecticutt. The sleeveless cotton dress is not unattractive, but it is probably best described as 'rustic' and the headscarf that comes with it only adds to the effect.

“Is this what you had in mind, Sir?” I may be overthinking things, but the Riya I see now wearing the plain cotton dress looks decidedly uneasy. I very clearly remember what this young woman told me about how servants were disciplined back in her home country and after last night I wonder if she I intend to punish her again.

“Very nice, Girl.” I deliberately avoid using her name, “but you don't need that head scarf, remove it.” Her hands tremble a little, but she does as I tell her. “Good. Turn around let me see how you look.” Again, there is a moment of hesitation, but Riya lifts her hands and slowly turns allowing me to check her out.

“All right.” I turn my attention back to the TV, “The woodwork in the dining room and living room needs to be washed. After that we'll have to find something that you can cook right.” I have to hide my smile at Riya's look of surprised confusion. I'm pretty sure she was expecting me to have her strip again just like last night. “Well? What are you waiting for?” The way she blushes is ten times sexier than having her strip for me. Don't get me wrong, soon enough I will have her slowly strip naked again, but more important to me than immediate sexual gratification is my ability to control and confuse my new house maid.

“Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.” For the next hour or so I had the pleasure of watching this once privileged Indian debutant on her hands and knees scrubbing the woodwork until it gleamed. I am careful not to let Riya see me watching her, I want to make it clear to her that she is not even worth the time it takes for a simple glance. But when her back is to me and her head down, I most certainly check out that fine ass and her bare legs.

She looks so good that I even consider letting her try to prepare a meal on her own just so I have an excuse bend her over my lap and spank that fine backside of hers. Instead, I show her how to prepare a simple red lentil curry served with rice and a green salad. It's a simple enough dish that even Riya with her limited kitchen experience is able to pull it off and the girl practically beams with pride when she serves me my plate.

“Is it all right, Sir?”

“Good enough.” I tell her and see her sigh of relief, “Tomorrow we'll see how well you can cook up a steak and potato meal.” When I'm done with the plate, I tell her she can eat in the kitchen before she cleans up and then wander back to the other room, very satisfied by my progress.

I give her a good half hour, and then unable to resist the temptation any longer I pull up the minicam feed to see what Riya is up to.