"Did you have your temporary registration number from the customs with you?" I asked, taking the small plastic card from the lady in front of me. Poor, shaking, nervous, foreign, office lady. Were there means to make this process any easier for her, I might've just taken them.

"Thank you." I said, typing her information to my screen. Working visa expired. Freewoman, unregistered. Here as a consult for the branch company. The pictures of her initial registration to our country of course were there on the screen, and there was no hiding I saw them too. She was as blushing and frustrated in real life as she was on the pictures taken at the border - this time actually fully clothed, still.

"You are aware of the laws of this country, miss?"

A silent nod.

"That all women in our city state are either property of companies, husbands or with considerable freedom tax, free women?" I continued. I wonder if she understood despite the hastened nodding.

Another nod, and nervous swipe of the hair. Poor thing.

"You needn't worry of your situation too much. Our office has dealt with these cases before - given your occupation in your original country, your company is likely working to get you back. I'd suspect around month or two stay here, and..."

"Month or two! But--!"

"And." I stopped, raising my hand. "That we will provide the service as your temporary handler. Including fees that make sure you remain out of the auction block. That is, if your temporary stay is without incidents of any kind." I added, seeing those pretty eyes roll once again.

Difficult one. Like all foreign women. Great.

"I suggest you consider the offer carefully. Our protection comes with liability that your behavior might or might not test. This means your training of woman's natural state and basic etiquette begins first thing after the signing of the contract. You may join slave-secretary outside for paperwork and extra time to think of the offer. Come tomorrow, and I'd suspect the automated scanners online have pickked you up as a free catch." I expained, pointing finally the door leading outside the small office.

Well, whatever the choice, this office is not missing up the chance to collar a foreign woman.

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You: Woman of your choice who's stranded in city state in alternative (?) future where females are kept in collars, leashes and good manners.

Me: Your friendly neighbour business specialized taking in abnormalities and taking care they behave well, are kept safe and perhaps learn thing or two before they are sent back to home after very long paperwork.

If you enjoy long term RPs with decently literate writing (3-5 paragprahs), done in Reddit PMs, contact me. Write your continuation, questions, kinks and limits (important!), all of these or something else. Prompt always open, like the others.