סגור.

She was holding a small yellow post-it note, that had a few lines of his handwriting. That was the only proof she had, and she was holding on to it. Waiting in line at the airport, holding her passport and the note, she tried to think why she was so anxious. This was not her first time to fly. She actually liked to fly, the feeling of the airplane rising in the air, throwing her back in her seat.

But this time she was flying alone. She had the small post-it, with his instructions, including the number of the e-ticket he had bought for her, and the name and room number of the hotel. Usually she would have some markings on her body, a red and blue reminder that she was his, and that he had held her. But it had been 3 weeks now since she last saw him, and all the marks have faded away.

He asked her in which city in the world, would she like to be his whore, and she thought she loved Berlin. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked and she said ‘Yes’. And that was that. The next thing she found was the Yellow Post-it. The line moved forward and a young man asked her if she had packed alone. Not alone, she thought. She felt him there.

It’s was a 5 hour flight and she understood now why he asked her if she was sure, maybe she could chose someplace closer? She never had the plug in for 5 hours, and she felt it every minute of the way. When they landed, she suddenly knew why she was anxious. Maybe it was a ruse, a joke of some kind. That he would not be there. Once she found that thought, she could not let it go. She had so much control in her life, and now she was just letting it all go, letting it go all the way to Berlin, because she thought he would be there. He has to be there.

She passed through immigration, smiling at the Germen officer. But the old lady at the customs desk asked her to open her bags. The old lady found the leather riding crop and showed it to her. The question was obvious and no words were needed. She could have gotten away with any silly lie. ‘I ride horses’ or ‘it’s a funny present for a bridal shower’, anything really. But the only other instructions in the Yellow post-it, said to buy the riding crop she wanted for him, and never lie about it. So she said ‘my owner may want to flog me while we’re here’. There was a short silence and that was that, the lady stamped her form and she went to find a cab.

The clerk at the front desk gave her a key to the hotel room. Another proof that this was not some bad joke someone had played. No, she does not need help with her luggage, thank you. She went up to the room, got cleaned up for him, and stood on all fours, pushing her ass high in the air. She closed her eyes and waited.

She heard the door open and she felt it. It was him. She just knew what he felt like. He felt safe. She said: ‘thank you’.