Trying It On For Size

Sitting in the shady spot in the motel parking lot, I glanced down at my watch and saw that I had been lost in recollection for almost fifteen minutes. I took a few more deep breaths and assured myself that I was ready for this. Then I called her to let her know I was at the motel. She answered on the fourth ring, letting me sweat through the first three.

"I'm in room 217 at the end of the hall. You will find the door ajar - let yourself in. Put your toy bag on the table on your right when you enter, place any gift you might have for me on the night stand and then go stand by the side of the bed facing it."

The tone of voice was different. It was still feminine and sexy but the easy friendliness and familiarity was gone, replaced by directness and command. She was issuing instructions to me; instructions, from her tone, I was expected to obey to the letter. Tanya had slipped into the dominant, top role I had asked for and it sent a shiver of excitement through me.

The motel was a sprawling two story building. It took me a few minutes to find the correct wing. Then I climbed the stairs quickly and headed down the narrow, outside corridor, a little surprised to be as out of breath as I was from just one flight of stairs. Following the room numbers, I found #217 at the end of the hall. The door was open slightly, held open by a folded magazine. With one hand on the door knob, I bent down and retrieved the magazine and then went in.

Coming from the bright, afternoon sunlight, the inside was dark, very dark. As the spring-loaded door closed automatically behind me, I was thrust into almost total darkness. I could see only the dim light of a low wattage, "energy-saver" bulb from the desk lamp across the room. The light didn't seem to penetrate the rest of the room. The blackout shade and drapes covering the window allowed no light from the outside to enter. I could not see anything that was immediately around me. Then Tanya's voice from the right: