.. could achieve.What kind of niche could I carve out for myself? Newspapers were dying and some very experienced, gifted writers were being let go. S...ome went to work in government as flacks for various elected members. Others became spokespersons for organizations. Still others wrote specialty features which they sold in syndication to whoever was willing to pay. But there wasn't room for all of them, so many ended up in completely different jobs.And then there were the blogs. I'd heard. Movement was very limited. My legs were tightly cinched together at ankle and knee, and my arms were pinioned in a V behind my back with a series of six thick leather straps, connected together to form a strong harness. For good measure my wrists were locked together and my hands were laced into leather mittens that compressed my fingers into tight little fists. No chance of fiddling with buckles or knots. After five years with me Angus has learned to be thorough. He understands that my. She smiled and disappeared.I went to her well pump, untied my hair, skinned off my long-tailed shirt, set aside my heavy belt, got out of my boots, examined my rags of stockings, peeled off my britches, which I had to admit were rather stained and may have housed a louse or two, and then pumped up a bucket of water and dumped it over my head. My ballocks and cock almost disappeared in the cold water, both heavy with need. I stood with my back to the house, turning blue I suspected, assuming. They would brag about wanting to have sex with allthe beautiful girls. They would sometimes get copies of Playboy andPenthouse from older boys or sneak them from their Dads. We would lookat them in a wooded lot near the pool. I smiled and went along withthem, but never admitted I was afraid of girls. I talked to girls butthey seemed to only think of me as a friend, never a love interest. Deepdown, I knew my dressing would make me seem inadequate as a loveinterest and doubted they would want me.