That Saturday afternoon I’d been in Reno since Thursday visiting my lover, and in keeping with our two-year tradition, I was ready to put on my costume for him.

I had gone all out. I was going to be a dominatrix, in a black leather teddy that laced up in front and tied around the neck and had the breast area completely cut out — with black fishnet stockings, four-inch fuck-me heels, a dangling silver neck-lace with matching earrings, and elbow-length black gloves. I also had nipple clips attached to a silver chain with little lights dangling which flashed on and off. I attached the chain to them and looped the loops around my nipples.

To go with the outfit, I had a whip, handcuffs, a black blindfold, a black silk scarf and a CD of music to suit the mood. I planned to dominate him beyond belief.