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...
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