The Cage Fighting Torture Expert

My next door neighbor is E-V-I-L.

I mentioned him once before here . He's the one who wants to be a cage fighter. Seriously. A frikkin CAGE FIGHTER. Everytime he mentions it I ask him if he spends a lot of time talking to babes on the internet. He STILL doesn't know what the hell I'm sayin', and I lent him "The Precious" TWICE already.

He's pretty blonde for a brunette.

So...we were at the party that I mentioned in the previous post. It was a birthday party for his four-year-old daughter.......and we're at this kick ass mansion on a lake that belongs to The Wee General's ( aka my trainer, aka his wife) Mom. If I had to guess on the square footage of this house I'd say at LEAST 10,000. Damn. It was amazing.

Everyone was swimming in this pool with rock waterfalls and this crazy grecian temple thing....damn I wish I had remembered my camera.

Everyone was drinking. Especially the Cage-Fighter-In-Training.
Cage-Fighter-In-Training is a professional trainer/body builder by the way.

Tough. As. Nails.

CFIT hops in the pool, and challenges his brothers to a wrestling match. The wrestling match is rougher than any WWE/WWF (whatever) thing I have ever seen TMWPM glued to. I mean, this was just CRAZY! Little girls run screaming out of the water...CHAOS ensues......the brothers are just THROWING each other, hitting walls....it was surprisingly violent. At least one of them was BLEEDING.

CFIT starts yelling at The-Man-Who-Pleasures-Me to come join in the pummeling. TMWPM is very strong with a great bod, but these guys lift 500 pounds. Seriously! 500 pounds! So thank goodness, TMWPM declined. I'd miss him if he was dead.

So it's time to eat, and the brothers finally give up on trying to maim each other to refuel. And I just so happen to be standing next to CFIT...

And CFIT has this wild look in his eyes...

And I look at him with what The-Man-Who-Pleasures-Me described as part fascination/part sheer terror........as he proceeds to tell me about this new torturous routine he designed for me and gave his wife to hit me with over the head this week...

And I suddenly realized, I must not hide my BDSMing as well as I thought I did.

I am fully convinced that CFIT has figured out that I am in to S & M, because the abuse he is planning to reap on my body via his wife is rather stunning. Lordy, I wish I had a gym "safe" word. I may not make it out of the gym in one piece on Monday.

So my Flowers, my world has been rocked.

I thought I lived next door to a slightly goofy cage-fighting wannabe body-building sweet but not so smart man.

Wrong. That sweet, goofball thing is totally an act.

He is the Marquis de Sade.

Pray for me Flowers. Pray.