Samantha visits the motel

The next day I hung out in the motel parking lot. Room 57 was booked under an assumed name. There was no point waiting in there wearing nothing but a gimp mask with a rose clenched between my butt cheeks if she turned up with 3 cars worth of cavalry with flashing blue lights. I sat outside with a cap and dark glasses on at a safe distance in my car at the other end of the parking lot drinking a mug of coffee. By 9.40 Samantha was there, on foot, presumably parking her car at a safe enough distance so no-one could trace her to the motel. Smart. She looked good in a pair of black shiny yoga pants and a pink lycra top. Presumably, her cover for the day out was that she was at the gym. She looked apprehensively at the gangway leading to the doors of rooms 50 to 59, then turned on her heel and scarpered, chickening out. 5 minutes later she was back. This time she stood at the entrance to the parking lot for a few minutes, chewing her lower lip nervously then once again turned away. I watched the mental drama play out from the other end of the car park she once again appeared but did not stop this time marching straight past the entrance, up the ramp to the gangway and along to the door of room 57. With only the slightest hesitation, she turned the handle and walked in, the door swinging closed behind her.

I flipped on my phone to see the view inside from the hidden camera.

I could see her looking nervously around, "Hello?" she ventured, but there was just the one room with a bathroom off it. It didn't take her long to figure out she was alone, then my note caught her eye.

On the little writing desk propped up to be in full view was a plain white envelope bearing her name in large neat script. "Samantha"

She crossed the room and picked it up carefully noticing briefly something behind the envelope. With shaking hands, she tore the envelope open and read the note.

"Samantha,

For the duration of today and whenever it is my will, you are my property. You will obey me completely. Your body is mine to command and to do with as I wish.

With this letter are a few simple items which will confirm your ownership. Put them on now. Do not disappoint me.

Your master."

I had to hope that whatever secret she was hiding was big enough to warrant this sort of submission. Anyway, I figured that the worst that could happen now was a storm out and a hissy fit. I had another mouthful of coffee, then watched her pick the items up behind the envelope, then put them down again hastily, once more debating with herself the way she had done outside the motel. She had a look at the front door of the room, then back to the letter again and re-read it. Then re-read it again.

In her hands, she held a collar with a buckle, not unlike that which a dog might wear and at the centre of it a metallic ring where, with a dog, one might attach a lead. Unlike a dog's collar this one although made with strong leather had a coating of black velvet to make the wearing tolerable.