Anonymous Confession

Robert arrived at the reception area of the Venetian Las Vegas at 3:00pm as planned. The lovely woman behind the counter was more than happy to accept his credit card which would pay for the two rooms located directly across the hall from each other on the 31st floor.

Identical accommodations on the same floor, at the same hotel. However, the guest in north facing room would have a decidedly different lodging experience from the guest in the south facing room.

He had known her as Emma in cyberspace for quite sometime. They had discussed various aspects of BDSM using text chat, using voice, but never played together. It was not a conscious decision however. She was a dominant female, while Robert was a bit of a switchy fetishist. It’s not that they were incompatible, their relationship just never moved in that direction. Great friends, great love… some flirting perhaps, but no romance.

One evening they got to chatting about the mutual interest they had to see Las Vegas. He confessed his love for gambling, especially Black Jack. She confessed that she had never stepped foot in a casino in her life. Since his business had recently been doing well, he offered to pay for an excursion to sin city to include separate rooms, some lessons about gambling and maybe a handshake and a hug.

Robert arrived with the bellman at his room at 3:20. After receiving the usual orientation of how to turn the lights on and off and operate the closet door, Robert tipped the young man and sent him on his way.

Robert fell on the bed and was happy that the traveling was over. He was excited to finally meet Emma in person. They had a lot in common, including a deep appreciation for art and music as well as a similar dry sense of sense of humor.

At 4:07pm the silence was shattered by the piercing electric ring of the hotel room phone. Robert dragged himself across the bed just far enough the lift the receiver and brought it to his ear.

“Hello?”

The snarky laugh that filled his ear was the same laugh he had heard coming from his computer headset for past two years.

“Oh great, Miss Emma you’re here!” he said.

“Fuck yea, who were you expecting? And you can call me Miss Juliet, which is my real life name,” she barked. “You’re right across the hall right?” she asked in her no nonsense style.

“Uh… yea… room 3112,” he replied.


“Have you unpacked yet?” she asked.

“No… why? Is there a problem?”

“Not yet,” she said dryly. “But I’ll be knocking at your door momentarily so you have about 60 seconds to get naked.”

Robert wasn’t sure if she was kidding, or if maybe he had heard it wrong. Before he could flush the bewilderment out of his system and speak, the loud click of a forceful hang up on the other end cut him off.

He rubbed his head and sat up. Less than 60 seconds later there was a stern knock at the door.

As a result of the unexpected phone call his excitement was twofold. Yes he was thrilled to meet Juliet and that would be exciting enough. But was her request serious or was she goofing around?

He opened the door revealing a petite woman with eyes like large blue saucers and a big bright happy smile. She was dressed in stylishly distressed jeans, a blue polo shirt and white sneakers. She immediately put her hand in the middle of his chest pushing him back in the room letting the door slam shut behind them.

“Didn’t I tell you to do something?” she asked sternly.

“I thought you said ‘get naked’,” he replied with a laugh.

“And what?... You think I’m here to fuck around and put up with your nonsense?” she barked. “Lose the clothes!”

Upon spotting his carry on luggage next to the bed, Juliet strutted over to retrieve the bag while Robert watched with his mouth stupidly agape.

She yanked the bag up onto the bed, unzipped it and flipped it open.

“Put your clothes in here... BOBBY” she barked.

Nobody called Robert ‘BOBBY’ except for Juliet when they were razzing each other online.

Robert slipped off his sneakers, socks and jeans. He pulled his shirt over his head and standing in his underwear placed everything haphazardly on top of the clothes already bulging out of his open luggage.


“Bobby… tighty whities?... Really?” she said mockingly. “Give ‘em here.”

Robert complied and threw his underwear on the pile.

“That’s it ? No other articles of clothing hidden around here?” she asked while scanning the room..

“No I haven’t unpacked anything,” he replied.

Juliet emerged from the closet with two fluffy hotel bath robes.

“You liar. You fucking little liar.” she barked.

Juliet grabbed Robert’s wrist and twisted it up behind his back while pushing him towards an empty piece of wall. He could have resisted but did not.

She kicked the insides of Robert’s bare feet with her sneakers forcing him to spread his legs wide, throwing him momentarily off balance. Looking over his shoulder Robert watched as Juliet produced a pair of police handcuffs from her pocket and expertly slapped one shackle on his left wrist. She grabbed his right wrist and guided it back behind him. Again he did not resist.

The familiar sound of handcuffs ratcheting shut and locking in place ended the assault and Juliet backed away.

She walked to the bed shoving robes and clothes into the small carry on bag and zipped it shut as best she good.

“Fuck it. It’s only rolling across the hall,” said with a laugh.

She spotted Robert’s wallet, iPod and glasses on the night stand, grabbed them and stuffed them into the side pockets of the bag.

With a mighty jerk she pulled the bag off the bed onto its wheels.

Naked and handcuffed Robert could only stand and watch as Juliet began to exit with all his belongings in tow.

“Uh… wait!” was all that Robert could muster up as a remark.

“See ya later Bobby,” she quipped as she headed out.

And just before the door slammed shut behind her… Robert heard Juliet add…

“…or not…”



To be continued…