I ended up in a whole heap of trouble when he asked me if I’d be willing to prove what I was saying. Of course, I dutifully told him I was happy to, and he instantly instructed me to take my shirt off. I sprung to my feet, removing my shirt and tie while trying to figure out where all this weirdness was heading. Was this the start of some terrible, humiliating punishment? I tried to look at him with as much coolness as I could muster, but he just stared back with an intensity which actually took my breath away.

Then I realized that I was enjoying the way he was looking at me. He seemed to be appreciating me. I had never sensed that from another man before and it was a powerful feeling. Master Drayke was probably the most self-assured man I’d ever met, yet he appeared to be fascinated by me. And I liked it. A lot…

He told me to remove my pants and I did as asked, slowly and carefully taking them off, belt first. At that moment, he stood up and removed his jacket. I didn’t really know whether I was permitted to watch him doing so, but couldn’t take my eyes away. His shirt was tight. His smell was exciting.

Before I could get to grips with the situation, he had pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together with a piece of rope which seemed to appear from nowhere. I remained compliant throughout. I had so many questions and I was desperate to speak, but I remained silent. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been aroused by the experience of having my hands tied, but I liked the feeling. I liked the feeling of powerlessness.