I met him at a dank and seedy underground BDSM club one night in NYC. He kept staring at me from across the room so I locked eyes with him and walked straight to him and said “what is your name?” And he froze with fear. He was a young(er than me) boy from Argentina and he could barely speak English. After a long pause, he muttered his name. And from that night, he became my first personal slave. We never played in an actual dungoen but he would let me do anything I wanted. And he was always adoring. I still have very fond memories of him (and us). We remained close for many years after I moved to LA but he left the country and we slowly drifted apart. I often wonder where he is.