Sam tried to take stock. I'm on a motorbike. A powerful one. I feel smaller. I'm dressed in leathers. I'm on a beach and there seems to be a race crew here too.

One of the crew approached, "Suzy, the first two runs were fast enough but the wind was too high for it to be official. The wind's dropped now. When you're ready give it the beans. I know you can break this record."

Sam looked ahead at a straight track marked by flags upon the flat sands of the beach. He then looked into his reflection in the dial of the rev counter. The soft brown eyes of a woman stared back from within the crash helmet he wore, "Oh, boy!"

Al appeared in front of him looking frantic, "Sam, kill the engine. Sam, do it now, kill the engine!"

Sam reached forward and hit the kill switch. Instantly the crew rushed up to the bike.

"Suzy, what's wrong?" Shouted one.

"Give her some space boyo," countered another before Sam could reply.

"We're on a tight weather window, Suzy, is there an issue?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I just want to take a moment guys." Sam dismounted the machine and a mechanic took the bars. Sam walked away from the crowd and stared at the sea.

"Talk to me, Al."

"It's nineteen ninety and you're on Pendine sands, South Wales in the UK. You have jumped into one Suzy Speed, who was about to die tragically on her third run on a UK land speed record attempt."

"Well, I didn't set off. How come I didn't jump straight away?"

"Ziggy doesn't think you're here to stop the accident."

"Well, what does she think?"

"After the accident, the police closed the area off. Bad weather then stopped the forensics people looking into things. Turns out there is a woman tied up in your camper. She dies of thirst before the police find her."

"Jesus! How long was she left?"

"Just two days but she's dressed in rubber and hidden in a closet."

"Well, let's go get her out. Which is my camper?" Al tapped his handheld which made a weird buzzing beep.

"That one," he said, indicating the closest one.

Sam marched over to the camper and climbed in the side door. Inside was a mess but there was only one door tall enough to be a closet. After removing his helmet Sam yanked it open.

Inside was a vision of latex lust. A petite woman clad in a glistening latex catsuit, corset and thigh-high boots and bound in leather restraints. Her arms were folded up behind her back with the palms pushed together as if in prayer. A tall collar encircled the woman's throat and a red ball gag was buried deep within her mouth. A chain was attached to the front of the collar by a small padlock. The chain snaked up and was secured at it's other end to the rail on which clothes would normally hang.

Al appeared and bugged out at the sight before him, "Woah! Wowee, now that's a sight for sore eyes. Umm, Sam, aren't you going to free her?"

Sam realised he had been staring and quickly unbuckled the gag. "Do you know where the keys are to these lock's," he asked.

"Mistress, is this a test?"

"Umm, no. I just want to get you out and I don't know where they are."

"But, Mistress, you used them to lock me in here just twenty minutes ago. They're on the chain around your neck."

Sam stripped of the motorcycle gauntlets and tossed them onto the table upon which the helmet rested. He then unzipped the leathers at and found the keys resting in his cleavage on a chain around his neck. Quickly he unlocked the padlock at the rail and helped the woman climb out of the small cupboard.

"Thank you, Mistress. Mistress may I please use the loo."

"Of course."

"Mistress, could you unzip me, please. I don't think I can wait for you to release my arms."

Bemused, Sam reached down and opened the zipper between the girl's legs. The heady scent of arousal emanated from within. The girl teetered off to the small chemical toilet in the camper.

"Al," whispered Sam, "She's free and I've not yet jumped. What gives?"

"Uh, Ziggy's not sure, but she has a theory."

"Go on..."

"Suzy Speed is in the closet so to speak. That's why her girlfriend was hiding in one. No one here knows Suzy's gay. Ziggy says there is a high probability you two need to come out."

"I can't just out that girl. Look at her."

"Why don't you talk to her? Oh, and since the pair of you are clearly role-playing, perhaps you ought to think about calling her slave or something?"

"What's her name?" Hissed Sam.

"Jenny," supplied Al.

"So have you broken the record, Mistress?" Asked Jenny as she returned from the restroom.

"No, slave. Uh, Jenny, I think it's time we came out."

"Really, Mistress? Thank God! I'm so fed up with hiding... Ooo! Are you going to walk me out like this, Mistress?" The slave's eyes were betraying excitement at the idea.

"Would you like that?"

"Fuck, yes, Mistress, that is so hot. You'd let them know I'm your slave, not just a girlfriend? That would be amazing."

Sam grabbed the helmet and gloves. He then closed the zip on the slave girl's catsuit and grasped the chain leash from her collar.

As he led the slave back to the waiting crew their faces were pictures of utter amazement. Sam walked up to the nerdy one holding a clipboard and offered him the chain from Jenny's collar.

"Could you hold on to my slave while I do this run, please? Her names Jenny by the way." Slack-jawed the man took the proffered leash.

"Sure, Suzy," he managed. "Go for it. The sands are quick today."

Al stepped up, "The accident was caused by birdstrike near the end of the run. The gulls have gone now. Suzy will not crash. Suzy and Jenny go on the be minor celebrities and considered good role models by both the gay and BDSM communities."

"Mistress, Mistress," shouted Jenny, "can I have a kiss before you go?"

Sam leant in and kissed the sex slave hard on the lips, and leap on to his next adventure.