No

Hands over your mouth to muffle your breathing, you listen and wait for a few heart pounding minutes, but you hear only silence. After waiting for what feels like forever, but was probably only a few minutes and despite your better judgement, you open the door a crack and look out.

You find your room empty, completely empty and the other two doors closed.

The guy must have already completed his search and left well before you really got your self going. Best to be cautious though... quickly and as silently as possible you grab a dress from your wardrobe and are about to go back into hiding when a light catches your eye. Turning you see the glint of a reflection on your bed. When you take closer look there is a folded letter and a shiny metal collar.

Too risky to read it now, you grab both and head back to the safety of your hidden passage. Dim light shines down from thin carved holes near the ceiling, small enough to not be seen from the other side but large enough to let air flow in. The space is a little tight on purpose to make sure bowser couldn't follow you in, but sitting down makes it feel a bit roomier.

Placing the dress down you hold the collar up to the light first and can read two words facing outward. ‘PEACH’ etched into the thin metal on one side and “SLUT” etched on the other. The metal band is both thin and narrow looking mostly decorative… but the hinge and attachment point for a chain or leash definitely screams **** collar.

Your already wet pussy begins dripping again and your body heats up the more you stare at it. Fantasies dance through your head.

“Bowser left this for me…” you breath the words feeling naughty just holding it but desperately wanting to put it on. You imagine being his sex ****, his slut… you look at the high collar on your dress… no one would notice if you wore it underneath…