The door slid open and Rachel was greeted by an impressive lobby. Evan gently nudge her and Rachel obediently stepped forward. She paused again as the doors closed behind her, punctuated with a loud click. Unsure of where to go, she scanned her surroundings. The lobby was luxuriously decorated. The walls were trimmed with dark wood, and several bookshelves of the same material lined the walls. Tufted leather couches and chairs were arranged into small groups around low tables made of the same wood that lined the walls. The floors were also wood, an even darker shade, and each group of chairs sat on its own oriental rug. A player grand piano sat in the corner, softly playing music. The windows each had wrought iron grates, made of elaborated designs bolted over them. A glass showcase sat next to the desk filled with collars and cuffs of various designs.
The only thing in the lobby that seemed cheap and out of place was the desk itself. The desk was the standard tall hotel check in desk made of drywall and topped with a cheap countertop. At knee level, there were 2 small screens, each with a short chain protruding beneath it. The area by the desk was much more brightly lit than the rest of the lobby. Behind the desk stood a young woman, not much older than Rachel, with golden blonde hair pulled into a tight bun and bright red lipstick. She wore a snug fitting blazer. Rachel could not tell if she wore anything under the blazer.
The blonde waited for Rachel to make eye contact before speaking, almost as if giving her time to survey the room.
"Bring her to the yellow squares so I can take intake photos of her."
Rachel felt a tug on her leash and noticed there were 2 yellow squares on the floor, which Evan led her to. She also saw a red box painted on the floor at the door she had just come through. She stopped at the yellow boxes and Evan jerked back on her leash, mostly for effect. Rachel tried to stand with both feet in one of the boxes before the blonde corrected her.
"Stand with your feet in both boxes, don't move. Stand up straight!"
Rachel obediently adjusted her stance. The boxes were pretty far apart, and with her heels on, it was difficult to keep her balance with her feet spread like this. After a few seconds, she could already feel the strain in her ankles and thighs.
The blonde seemed to recognize Rachel's difficulty as she moved slowly and deliberately coming out from behind the desk, digital camera in hand. The blonde was very thin and pretty, a few inches taller than Rachel, who herself was only 5'5, with proportionally small breasts. A flash of stomach flesh confirmed that she wore no shirt under the blazer, which appeared very expensive. She wore a pencil skirt that ended just below her knees and black stilettos, Louboutins. Rachel suddenly felt very self conscious about her Steve Madden heels that she had bought on sale, the only clothing she was wearing aside from her collar. Rachel realized this and blushed.
The blonde warmly greeted Evan, holding out her hand.
"Hello, Mr. Virtanen. My name is Samantha and I'll be getting you all set up". She turned sternly to Rachel "You will address me as Ma'am".
Rachel felt the words "Yes Ma'am" meekly leave her lips before Samantha turned back to Evan.
"The first thing I will do is take several photographs of your property to make sure it is returned to you in the same condition. Go ahead and uncuff her hands". She turned again to Rachel "Hands on the back of your head and keep them there" she barked.
Rachel complied as soon as Evan released each hand.
"All orders require a response, slave" Samantha said as she laid a sharp slap on Rachels tit. "Yes Ma'am" Rachel replied, more surprised by the woman's brazenness than by the strike.
Samantha began by taking full body front and back pictures of Rachel. She then moved in and took closeups of her face, each breast, butt, back, thighs, and her tattoos.
When she took a picture of Rachel's vagina, she noted "Slaves are not allowed to have pubic hair."
Rachel's face reddened as if the whole process wasn't humiliating enough already.
"Okay, all done", the stern blonde finally said. "You can take her to the check in counter and lock her to the chain."
Rachel was relieved to be able to stand normal again. Her heels were starting to slide on the smooth wood floor and she didn't know how much longer her legs could hold her up.
Evan led Rachel by her leash over to the desk. The chain protruding from it was too short to reach her collar, so Evan carefully but forcefully pushed her down to her knees. He brought the end of the chain to Rachel's collar but then got a confused look.
"How do I attach this?" he asked Samantha.
"I lock it back here. Just hold it on her ring" the blonde replied from behind the desk.
Rachel heard a faint click behind the desk and then the weight of the chain pull on her collar as Evan released it. She instinctively tested her bond, and found that it was, in fact, secured to her collar.
Samantha came back around the desk again holding a bic razor. She addressed Evan.
"If you'd like to go sit down, I will let you know when I am ready for you. I have to upload these photos and get the forms ready for you."
Rachel secretly hoped he would stay with her while they waited, but wasn't surprised when he went and found a seat on a comfortable looking couch. He pulled out his phone and began texting on it. She looked back at the blonde who stood over her. Her warm smile she had given Evan had faded to a stern look. "You can clean up your cunt while you wait". She handed her the razor. As she bent over Rachel caught a peek at her bra. "I guess she is wearing something under that jacket" she thought to herself. "I usually stand up to do this" she whimpered. "And use cream", she added.
SMACK!
This time the blow landed on her face and was much harder.
"I told you that you will address me as Ma'am. And you can make due. This will not be the only discomfort you experience here. Now get to it! Any hair you miss, I'll personally remove with tweezers"
The blonde turned on her heels and marched back behind the desk. Rachel watched as she walked, studying the back of her skirt for panty lines. She didn't see any. Rachel had never been attracted to women before, but something about Samantha and her dominant attitude had Rachel wondering what this woman was wearing under her clothes.
She looked at the razor she held. It was definitely a cheap one, and completely dry. She licked her hand and used that to moisten the area in preparation. After a few rotations of licking and shaving, she noticed the moisture in her pussy. She sampled her own slickness and then quickly smeared some of that on the area and finished shaving. When she was done, she looked over at Evan, who was looking back at her smiling. She blushed with embarrassment.
