The sound of the key turning in the lock jolted me from my reverie. I knew that he would be standing behind me, surveying the sight of me in my underwear, obediently kneeling next to the bed. I’d chosen a matching set of dark grey silk and lace. I thought that the colour showed my pale skin at its best. I knew that the knickers cupped and displayed my bum well because of times spent in front of the mirror trying to create the perfect bum pic to send him. I hoped my real life body lived up to the picture’s teasing promise. I imagined the sign on the hotel…