That day I was sitting in a park, minding my own business, talking to a friend about how I was looking for a flat but couldn't find anything that fit my budget. After finishing the call and hanging up, a guy approached me. He mentioned that he lived alone, that he had a large spare room with Internet, TV, that I would have access to the entire flat, that he was hardly ever home, it was a very quiet place, and that he would give it to me for free. I was surprised by the "for free" because I didn't believe it.

The guy was almost 1.85 tall, with brown hair, no glasses, and a bit handsome, somewhat muscular with arms that showed a couple of bulging veins, and a t-shirt that fit him very well from all sides. I am a guy of normal height, 175 cm, weighing below 70 kilos, and yes, for free, he told me.

- "And what’s the catch?" I asked him.

He told me that he was gay, that he really liked submissive guys, that he was into tying guys up, but that what he really enjoyed was bondage, strong restraints, gags, masks, blindfolds, and humiliations in a role-playing way, and he asked me if I would accept being his submissive.

I asked for more details.

- "Do you like being tied up?" he said.

- "I don't mind," I replied.

- "But when I say tied, I mean I want to tie you up well, with lots of ropes and in a tough way. I like when you're uncomfortable and the restraints are tight and bother you, when you can't move and are tied up for hours, and that sort of thing.”

- "Yes," I said again.

- "And blindfolds? Does being blindfolded turn you on? Would you let me cover your eyes?" I sighed and nodded, laughing because I found the situation amusing.

- "And gags? I could try." I admitted I’d seen pictures of people gagged with duct tape, and they caught my attention.

- "And humiliation? I’m very simple," he told me. "I don’t want you to spend half an hour saying 'yes, master.' What I want is for you to see me as a wicked guy who makes you suffer and not as your master. Humiliating you means doing things that embarrass you or that you feel uncomfortable with."

After half an hour of talking, we went to see the flat that day.

- "Put on the blindfold," he said, pulling a blindfold from his backpack.

I don’t know why I did it. He told me he didn’t want me to see where the flat was, and I found the game amusing. I stood up, and he told me no, to sit down. He took off my slippers, my socks, and put on a pair of women's high-heeled shoes, which I knew were very high with fine heels even without seeing them. They didn’t quite fit, but almost. They were tight. I had never walked in high heels before, and I didn’t know how to walk.

- "I’ll guide you."

We walked barely 200 meters, but I think it took us ten minutes to get to his car. We hardly spoke during the drive, and he only said "we've arrived" when we parked.