Consent to getting tied up

"I... I suppose", you say as you step into the living room and sit down on the teal-colored sofa. You sink into the cushioning a little, which goes well with the sinking feeling in your gut. What did you just agree to?

He laughs, retrieving a coil of plain rope from the cabinet. "Good", he replies as he sits down on the chair across from you. "So have you ever done this before?", he asks, not looking at you.

"I... Maybe", you answer, having no desire to get into any details with him right now. Instead you squirm uncomfortably as you watch your landlord uncoil a small length of the rope, keeping his gaze on his work. So far he hasn't been ogling you quite as much as you anticipated.

Your landlord nods, licking his lips briefly before explaining. "BDSM is all about trust", he states calmly. "So I want you to trust me. I've done this before". He finally looks up at you to judge your reaction. "I won't hurt you, but you won't be able to escape. So do you trust me?"

You look down at yourself; do you really want to be at the mercy of this man? You nod nervously, not entirely sure if you actually do.

He nods back, flashing a crooked smile. "Good girl. Now where would you like to be tied first?", he asks as he stands up and steps over in your direction.

You lean backwards in hesitation, gulping. When he stands right in front of you and keeps looking at you expectantly, you decide to point at your wrists.

"Perfect", he says, holding the rope with both hands. "Now turn around and kneel up against the couch. That's a good girl".

You find yourself obeying, turning around on the couch in a kneeling pose facing the wall. You've barely gotten into position when you already feel him reaching for your wrists and pulling your arms back. Instantly he starts tying your hands tightly behind you; surprising you with his speed and finesse. You stare at the wall as he finishes up, and a quick tug confirms that he's done a proper job. The rope doesn't chafe whatsoever, and seems specially designed for this kind of play. Your landlord also seems to have taken care not to bind you so tightly it hurts.

"Now stick out your legs over the edge", your landlord orders. You do so, and he gently takes off your heels and places them on the floor before tying your ankles together as well. You are leaning over into the pillows of the sofa, more and more restricted. Facing away from your landlord seems to be a small mercy, and you're surprised to find that being so helpless is actually starting to turn you on somewhat. You've never been tied up professionally like this.

Your landlord finishes up and stands back upright. "You can relax now", you hear him say. You squirm a little until you flop sideways onto the sofa, just in time to watch him walk away from you towards the foyer and out of view, even closing the door behind him. You remain tied and on your belly on the couch, wondering where he's going. You test your bonds, briefly struggling to see if you can loosen then up somewhat, but they won't budge. Your breath quickens as you helplessly look around the room.

Finally, his footsteps can be heard approaching from the foyer. The door opens and you see him smiling wickedly at you, holding his hands behind his back. He approaches you slowly, seemingly taking delight in watching you bound and helpless like this. "Are the ropes not too tight?", he asks, sounding more playful than concerned.

"T-they're... fine", you answer, still feeling awkward and helpless. But somehow it's not an altogether unpleasant feeling. Yet your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat when your landlord suddenly holds up what looks to be a blindfold and a ball-gag in front of your face.

"Perfect", he says. "Hold still".

Wait, what?