You put both the leash and handcuffs on her. After all, first impressions count.

Yuri stands obediently as you snap on the leash. You tell her you will also put the hand-cuffs on her as it's important to make a good impression.

"Yes, Master Nordhal."

Without being asked, she turns her back to you and puts her wrists behind her back, so you can snap them on her that more easily.

She seems to be agreeing with this—not that it (superficially at least) matters to you.

She puts her head down.

You grab her hair and pull it up.

"You don't have to be downcast: canine bitches can look up to their masters, so can human bitches such as yourself."

"Thank you master."

You then grab her from behind and spend about a minute groping and feeling her. You grab, feel, and squeeze her breasts and buttocks, and give her your first ass-smackings.

"Enjoy that, ****?" you ask.

"Yes master, it's good to be desired."

"Proceed with the tour."

In the first ground floor room she takes you, you see another woman.

"Mister Nordhal! Welcome to the manor of Horatio Nordhal, your late great uncle: and a fine man he was."

You see her look at Yuri, surprised but not shocked.

"Thank you, and you're...,"

"Chimalma Xiomara: please call me Chimalma, sir. I'm the castellána here: if you will, the butler, head-maid, and lead caretaker of this ground all in one. I ran this place on behalf your granduncle and now I'll run it on your behalf."

"Pleasure to meet you," you say as she approaches you to shake hands. Her grip is firm, but far from a vise-grip.

"To the few like Yuri, I'm 'mistress,' though you, of course, can change that at any time."

"Sounds okay, at least for now, Chimalma," you say.

While the term "handsome" would be the inappropriate for one of her gender, you nonetheless think it. "Attractive," is, however, quite appropriate. She looks like she's in her 40s, though kept in shape. You'd bet money she's Mexican, or has some Mexican in her: her features, accent, and first name.

Her hair is long, straight, and black. Her eyes are also black. Light brown complexion. She's wearing a thick shirt, solid white with gold-coloured braiding, and some kind of bra-halter-with straps-set-up for her large breasts, though you can see +95% of her décolletage down to where you can see the top parts of her areolas. Her pants also look rugged, though stylish, as well as her sandals.

She looks at you, holding Yuri's leash.

"Is Yuri pleasing you, Mister Nordhal."

"Yes. Very much so. I'll be fucking her before long."

Chimalma laughs a little: "Oh I've fucked her too, if you don't mind me saying, Mister Nordhal. I hope she makes it worth your effort."

She addresses Yuri.

"Now Yuri, you continue to please Mister Nordhal and everything will be alright."

"Yes, Mistress Chimalma."

You notice that Chilmalma has a collar of her own—a thinner version of Yuri’s with also a smaller name tag.

Is Chilmalma a switch?

That'd be fun. You smile.

But you decide to bring that up later when you are alone with her. If she's a dominatrix, she nonetheless seems quite respectful of you: might as well, at least for now, reciprocate a little.

"Mister Nordhal, come with me into the sunroom, mi buen caballero. You must be tired from your travel. Would you like anything to eat or drink? Yuri's, of course, at your service."