You arrive home to find a gift waiting for you; a low wide box will silver paper and a black ribbon and bow. You aren’t expecting anything and briefly wonder what to occasion could be. Pushing the thought from your mind, you slide off the ribbon and open the gift. Removing the tissue paper, you find a black mini dress with a full skirt and spaghetti straps; underneath, a pair of red lace panties; stockings, red-soled black d’orsay stilettos; a box holding a pearl choker; and finally a small bottle of Le Labo perfume. You look around your room as if expecting someone to be watching you. You’re puzzled, intrigued. Holding the dress up to you, an envelope falls to the floor with a careful script adorning the front, “For Olga”.

The envelope isn’t sealed so you easily pry into its contents. You find a single piece of heavy paper. Opening it, you see a hotel key card and a note that simply says, “Maybe it’s time the black widow became the hunted. The Adolphus, 9 PM” You look at the paper sleeve and see the room number, 1712.

Your breath quickens; your mind rushes through possibilities. Who is this? Why am I even considering this? I should just box all of this back up and pretend I never opened it. You can’t. This is insane. Oh my god, I’m losing my mind. You check your phone, 6:45. A bit over two hours. Hours pass in your mind as you imagine what may be in store for you. 6:48. “Can I _not_ do this?”, you ask yourself.

You shower. The hot water runs down your body. Your mind explores the evening that awaits you. You barely notice as your hands run over your sex, already swollen in anticipation.

You dress as he intended - the little black dress, the panties, the shoes, the choker. You open the bottle of perfume and its aroma wafts over you. You close your eyes. You feel your skin burning as you dab it behind your ears, your wrists, and the back of your knees. Finally you slide on the thigh highs, a pattern reminiscent of a spider’s web adorns them.

Without knowing exactly how you got there, you find yourself walking through the hotel’s lobby. You look around, trying to delve if anyone is paying you special attention. More than one pair of eyes falls on you in your dress, your heels. You return their gaze nervously but you don’t find any knowing looks.

The elevator is ahead of you. You take a deep breath and get on joining two couples. “17 please”, you say almost inaudibly. As the elevator beings its rise each number that ticks by feels like sands falling through an hour glass. 3.. 4… 5… You try to still your breathing as one of the women looks at you knowingly. Everything going through your mind is written on your face for anyone to read.

Finally, it’s you alone on the elevator. 14.. 15.. 16… The doors open.

Walking down the hallway.. each step.. with each step you give up a little more of your own will. You know the evening will unfold exactly as he wants it to. Getting on the elevator was the decision gave up control to him.

1712.

You pull out the key card. Your hand trembles. You slide it in the lock. Click. You push the door open.

The room is dimly lit, the lights from the city shining through the floor-to-ceiling window providing the only illumination. You feel your heart trying to leap from your chest. You slowly step into the room, your eyes adjusting to the dim lights. Your alone but on the bed is a note and a length of white silk. You read the note: “Blindfold yourself and face the window”.

You don’t even question it - that time has past. You walk over to the window. You see the city stretch out in front of you. You place the silk band over your eyes, tying it behind your head. You catch a whiff of cologne in the silk.

You stand there. Waiting.

What feels like hours pass.

Click. The lock. The door. You can’t breathe. Your knees tremble.

Footsteps behind you. Your heart pounds.

You feel warm breath on your neck.

A deep whisper enters your ear. Fills your mind. “Olga”.

You gasp.

“Tonight, Olga, you will give yourself to me”. You can hear the movement of his tongue, his lips, as his voice penetrates you.

You startle as you hear him in your other ear. “Olga, do you understand me?” A sonorous whisper floods your senses.

You whimper. You gasp.

Again: “Olga, I need your answer. Do you understand me?”

You manage to give your voice just enough breath to say, “yes”.