We check-in to our hotel room and find our room on the 27th floor. We carefully unpack silently while sizing up the kind bed, the slots in the headboard (perfect for restraints), and the uncovered floor to ceiling windows overlooking NYC. It’s dusk and while we both enjoy the view we are especially excited about the exposure, our exposure to the world. I hang up my clothes in the closet and set up the sex toys side-by-side on the bedside table. You methodically untie and inspect the rope, running it carefully between your fingers and slowly twisting it in a figure 8. Next you pick up the leather whips one-by-one carefully running your finger over the edges and inspecting them carefully. You flash me a sinister smile and sideways glance when you quickly crack each whip against the table to remind me why we are here. My breath quickens and heart beats faster with each snap of leather against wood. After you inspect each piece you place the toys in the drawer to hide them from the massage therapists who are due in our room shortly.