Blogs can mean trouble sometimes

Sometimes writing is a bad thing especially on the internet. My blog known as Hermit time has produced some interest I just did not know how much. As I have written about my garage time to a faceless readership all was good as I did not know who or where they were. I never thought my neighbour might be reading it. Every time I blogged I was recounting a history that was being followed by those that I knew. So when I mentioned that I was almost caught by accident there was none it was deliberate on their part to the point of placing a video camera in my garage so they now had a video essay not of my naked romps but how I would use nipple clamps to position myself against the window of the garage. Now all you could see from the street was my shoulders and head perhaps and the bungee cords holding me in place all else was hidden by the door.

So one Tuesday I want out and watched the garbage men remove the trash. Then I detached myself got dressed and brought the garbage cans in. Meetomg ,y neighbour in the process. Small chit chat incurred and she asked me if I could come over to help her move a box she would give me coffee and cake for my efforts which I loved her cake so I readily agreed. When I got there I removed my snow boots and coat she jokingly said don’t stop there and we laughed. As O walked in I noticed the television on and then I saw my naked ass staring at me. As I said don’t stop there this time with a stern voice. You like Hermit time at your house and since your blog said your wife will be away on business for a week I guess we are going to have some fun aren’t we? I tried to say that the person looked like me but was not me when the figure on the television turn and there was no mistaken who the naked guy was!

Take off your clothes and I will get the coffee and cake and we will talk. She left the room and a flurry of thoughts rushed into my head. Grab the dvd and run for it was one I dismissed if she had one she would have at least one other copy. Then I could comply she was a good looking woman a polish girl with a strong figure could be fun so I complied what could happen she already has me on tape so I thought one day might not be bad. I stripped and stood there with my hands covering my genitalia and waited for her. I knew I could not have sex with her ED and all pluse not being a very large man in the manhood department she would become bored soon I hoped.

She entered the room ans said just like the caricature on your other blog now let see if the caption is right the one that goes “Yes I know I only need one to cover but prefer two”. Turn around and try using only one had. My other blog she had read my slave blog she had seen the pictures of me showing all. I turned and did as she asked turning back with only one hand squeezing everything in she laughed, I don’t believe it you can cover it all. She sat down and pour the coffee sitting back she said okay I am ready to really laugh put your hands on top of your head. Reluctantly I did so hopping that in a while she would tire of the game and send me on my way. When I did she started to chuckle it turned into laughter almost spilling her coffee what do you do with that one finger masturbation is that why you shave so your can find it, I blushed for the first time in many years. Oh my god I had a fantasy of sucking you off but I do not think you would get past my lips would you? No wonder your wife always looks angry must be hard for her to have a bigger clit then your cock Oh wait till Melissa sees this one I have to tell her to bring her glasses what are you two inches when hard oh sorry forgot it does not get hard does it this was followed by more laughter then she quieted down and told me to kneel and have my coffee and cake.

Well David let me tell you how I found out I became interested in the lifestyle about five years ago but was too chicken to go out in the public eye so I looked for things to read and stumble upon your Hermit time blog I was captivated by you desire to be discovered. The more I read the more I wanted to find you or some one like you. You wrote on your story blog about your life in Verdun then on one of your other blogs your wrote about the West Island, All the happening over the past few year that you incorporated in your stories were things that happened here. The clinker was when you mentioned my first name in your story blog and your hermit blog that is when I knew. The next day I watched for you and poof there you were like clockwork with your nipples stretched up to the garage door. Melissa helped to place a camera in your garage while the door was open in summer she placed it while I engaged you in conversation about your roses it was so easy. I was getting light-headed Melissa another neighbour how many people knew or saw the video. SO I am goinf to use this week to see if I like having a slave to beat his ass and torture him as I like you are going to be that slave. Notice there is no question I will not give you options I learnt from your blog . You can choose not to serve but there would be consequences such as who else sees the video like on u-tube or maybe I will have a video party exposing your dark desire to all that attend. I sat dumb founded what could I do to avoid these result all I could think of was to comply