That boy who had written to us had proposed a contact full of perversity, morbidity, fantasy, eroticism, fun, and a thousand things that could be said, all good, because we liked his proposal very much.

We exchanged a few messages, five emails, and agreed to meet in two weeks at a central hotel in Barcelona. As he had requested, my girlfriend wore a black top that showed she was a slender girl, very short pants, and high-heeled shoes. She arrived alone at two o'clock at the hotel reception, just as we had agreed, and the exactness of her outfit was such that the boy we had agreed to meet recognized her immediately. He was sitting half-lying on the couch, as if he didn't feel like doing anything on a dull afternoon, but as soon as he saw her, he got up instantly. She's very attractive.

He approached her, they greeted each other, he asked if she was the one from the forum nickname, and before she could react, he pulled out a bandage he had prepared in his pocket and blindfolded her.

"I want to surprise her with the room," he told the receptionist.

They went up to the room, with her eyes blindfolded the whole time, listening to the large and heavy suitcase full of erotic toys and ropes that the boy was carrying, and as soon as they entered the room, he closed the door, pushing her with his foot. It was with his foot because, with one hand, he only left the suitcase, and with the other, he covered her mouth, asking my girlfriend to try to scream, to ask for help, to free herself from the same hand that covered her mouth.

She couldn't, and the only effect she achieved was getting excited. The blindfold hadn't allowed her to see what was coming. She had noticed that the boy had put his hand in a suitcase from which he had taken something, and suddenly, when she realized it, he replaced his hand with a thick ball that he introduced into her mouth and closed tightly behind her neck. A simple click, she heard, of the strap.

He took off her top without saying a word or wasting time. With a single pull, he forced her to lower her wrist, and with another abrupt movement, he put her with her back to him, with her arms behind her back. No rest. The ropes began to turn around her wrists, forced by a rope that had wrapped around her crossed wrists, giving them several turns and ending up knotting strongly, more or less at the height of the middle of her back. The ropes gave her turns and turns around her elbows, chest, between elbows and back, and finally ended with a couple of knots that she couldn't even dream of reaching with her fingers, and much less undoing. Neither that knot nor the one located immediately next to it, from where another rope started. She didn't even complain, despite the fact that they were incredibly tense and strong, because it was the bondage we liked.

Now she was tied up and gagged.

Once that first phase was finished, he began to undress her, leaving her only with...