Author's note: As you can probably figure out yourselves, English is not my mother tongue, so please don't be too harsh with criticism on that front. Constructive criticism on the storyline is always welcome.
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On the outside, the hotel looked traditional, as if it was a small, family-owned business in the outskirts of the town. It even had a front desk, as a proper hotel would have. The front desk's functions were not the usual ones though; the girl behind the counter collected mobile phones, coats and other valuables of the guests. She was aware of Vicky's arrival and handed her a key; Elle, on the other hand, gave Vicky a hug before leaving and headed to the stairs.
Since the building had only three storeys, there was no lift. The receptionist picked up the phone and informed a maid to come and carry Vicky's medium-sized suitcase. The maid was in her early forties and although her uniform was that of a housekeeper, there were small signs that this place was different; the dress was somewhat shorter than normal, her makeup was spot-on, her pumps were made of shiny leather and most importantly, she wore a leather collar around her throat.
"Is there any other way I can be of help, Ma'am?" the maid wondered when they reached Vicky's room.
"No, thank you."
"If you need anything, Ma'am, dial 8 and we'll be here in a matter of seconds."
Vicky shut the door without replying to the redhead maid and turned her attention to the room. The view from the balcony was unobstructed by the lofty bushes that covered the fences; there were, however, impenetrable curtains to ensure the occupant's privacy. The day was gloomy, so Vicky had a smoke and went inside. She had been given a suite, so, apart from the queen-size bed, there was a sitting room with a leather couch, an armchair and a coffee table. Unlike the exterior of the hotel, which looked traditional and old-school, the actual room was decorated in a minimalistic style, as it was taken straight out of an IKEA catalogue. Vicky appreciated simplicity, yet she considered the choice of colours uninspiring everything was either white, black or grey.
There was only one item with vivid colour; a scarlet-coloured dress that awaited her on the bed. A pair of elegant black stiletto heels were under the bed to match the outfit. In the bathroom, she found a complete set of expensive makeup products; all the provided amenities justified the high entrance fee of half a grand.
The note on the nightstand informed Vicky that the first meeting of the weekend was scheduled for later that evening at eight o'clock. She was by no means obliged to wear the provided outfit, yet choosing it would be appreciated. Vicky had no reason not to, as the dress was chic but also provocative with a low neckline and a short length.
At eight o'clock sharp, she was at the first-floor hall that the note indicated. At least ten more women were there, all similarly dressed.
"Ladies, this is our newest member, Vicky. Let's all make her stay unforgettable," Vanessa introduced her to the conclave of the dominants. Vanessa was the one that approved Vicky's membership and had met her for a cup of coffee a week back. She was the leader of the house although she insisted that she was just first among equals.
A maid took the order for drinks and one-by-one, the dominants introduced themselves to Vicky. Their age and their appearance varied hugely -from the curvy black-haired woman in her early twenties to the thin and tall brunette that approached her fifties. They all offered Vicky a warm welcome and were willing to engage in some small talk so they could get knowing each other better. Vicky could already recognise one or two; the tall and slim brunette was a high-profile lawyer while a younger blonde was a legislator at the local assembly; Vicky had even voted for her.
"Ladies, I'm afraid we have to bring the subject of punishing Isabel. Vicky, as you just entered the college, you don't have a vote," Vanessa interrupted the conversation. "Just to recap, Isabel visited her slave at work and extended her control on her beyond their stay in the hotel. The visit brought her slave in a compromising position at work as she had to make up a silly excuse to wiggle through her colleague's indiscreet questions."
Their respect for the rules they had created themselves was impressive. Vicky at first thought that they tried to make the council look more serious than it actually was but the serious tone carried on with Isabel's explanations and the remarks made by three other members of the board.
Bridget, the legislator, proposed that Isabel be punished by spending the weekend as a slave. The proposal was put to a vote and without Isabel's and Vicky's votes, there were nine remaining members to decide. As the fifth straight vote went against her, Isabel vacated her chair and dropped to her knees. Ultimately, the decision was unanimous and Vanessa called a maid to come and pick Isabel up. The maid that appeared was the one helping Vicky with her baggage; Vanessa called her Anne. Anne had brought a collar, a ball gag and handcuffs; when she asked Isabel to raise her hair, the young woman addressed her as "Miss", accepting her current position. With the restraints in place, Anne attached the leash to Isabel's collar and the "disgraced" Mistress crawled behind her.
"It's critical to stick to the rules, it's the foundation of the smooth operation of our little community," Vanessa explained once Isabel was gone, "Isabel recognises her mistake as she was the one to report it in the first place. We could easily whip her but switching roles will encourage her understand again how a slave feels, at least for a short period of time."
Vicky decided to take a sip of the excellent wine as she couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. Isabel's admission of her wrongdoings and her apparent willingness to willingly accept her punishment, were admirable nonetheless and so was the lack of a cover-up from the other dominants, even though it naturally meant that Vicky should be twice as pedantic with following the rules as they wouldn't hesitate to bring her at the same position they brought Isabel.
Anne returned some minutes later, announcing that the maids were taking care of Isabel and that the slaves should be ready within the next fifteen minutes.With Isabel included, there were twelve slaves available for only ten dominants. There had been some considerable efforts to make all twelve women look as close as possible; they had the same makeup, the same nylon dog collar around their necks, the same see-through thin tops and even the same hairstyle with a pulled back ponytail except for the two women who had bob cut hair. One of the slaves was Elle who wasn't distracted by her friend's presence at the dominants' table and instead lowered her head when Vicky looked at her.
The hall contained an abundance of unused space, as did Vicky's suite, but one of the purposes it served became clear moments later. A young maid, named Kim, placed chewable toys at the other end of the hall, near the windows. "The first game of the night will be a race. You collect the toy and return back to the starting line. The last two slaves will not be given to a dominant tonight, and they will serve the maids."
While waiting at the start, having their hands on the ground and their knees bent kinda resembled an athletics competition but this was a crawling event. The hall was covered with thick carpet in its entirety, probably with similar events in mind. Isabel was the clear winner of the race and was rewarded with some chocolate. Elle came annoyingly last with a curvy young girl with dark blonde hair finishing ahead of her; those two were moved aside and gagged with red ball gags.
The subsequent challenge involved food. The three maids, Anne, Kim and a dark-haired Latina called Marissa, placed bowls with pasta in front of the slaves. They all seemed accustomed to the process and didn't even flinch an eye when they were ordered to eat like dogs do. Isabel was once again the winner, finishing a whole minute earlier than the second placed slave. As with the previous challenge, the last two women were eliminated but unlike Elle and Jenny, their mouths remained free.
