Eight Days in a Binding Contract

Tuesday morning’s routine includes all of the tasks the last couple of days did. At breakfast Sir Micheal told me that he thought the garden bench should get another coat of paint and that I would do it this morning while he completes some office work generated from yesterday’s meetings. I am first to put the trash out as it’s trash day, and after painting the bench I am to wash his car. He also wants me to complete a small project in the atrium. He would show me what he wanted done there after I finished my other tasks.

It takes some time, but I get these chores done without disturbing Sir Michael and his paperwork. He called me in for lunch just as I was putting away the bucket and towels from washing his Jeep. While we eat, he tells me that he has gotten two calls for massages this afternoon, he’s having a busy week at his second occupation. He believes there will be time for me to finish the atrium project before the first client arrives. He also says he has a plan of how to keep me occupied while he is tending to his customers.

It doesn’t take long for me to eat; it is a similar lunch to the one I had the day before. We head to the atrium where I’m told to fetch a ladder from the garage and the bag that holds his battery-operated drill and drill set and I do. Meanwhile he retrieves the bag of stuff we had bought from Home Depot along with an Amazon box. He had me raise the ladder and place it against the center of the main ceiling beam. There I drilled a 1/4-inch hole and then screwed a 2-inch long 3/8 inch eye-hook into the hole. He had me open the Amazon box and found that it contained a new block and tackle style pulley set. From the box label I see that it has a 5:1 lifting power pulley system and 50 feet of 3/8 rope. This information is not good news as I know how it could be used on me. I was sent back up the ladder with the top half of the assembly and attached it to the newly installed eyehook. He then had me thread and route the rope through all the pully wheels per the instruction provide with the unit.  As then instructed, I tied a tight loop on the load end of the rope around a screwlock carabiner he had with an appropriate durable knot creating a secure attachment point to the load end of the rope. Boy Scout training in action. I left the carabiner dangling down from the beam where I tied it, at about shoulder height. Next, he had me drill a hole into the top of the built-in bench that was part of the front wall and screwed an eye hook into it. I took the pulling end of the rope and threaded all the excess rope through this eyehook. Many ideas flood my mind as to how this setup could be used to tether and harm me. I’m hoping his ideas are not as deviant and severe as my mind is inventing. The final step was to install two, two-inch long - 1/4-inch eyehooks between two adjacent floor planks into the underlying support wood beam. This arrangement would allow removal of the hooks after my use without leaving holes in the visible deck. The eyehooks were to be located six feet apart in a line under the ceiling eyehook and parallel to the outside wall. I complete the project and put away the tools and ladder rather quickly as I ponder the thought that I was just made to assemble a probable torture device that will also be used on me, that’s depressing.

I put my tools away and report back to Sir Micheal. He hands me a key and tells me to go take off my chastity, strip naked, pee and meet him in the garage. The submissive does as he is ordered. I enter the dungeon and see that the pillory has been placed front and center in front of the TV monitor. Sir Michael is standing by it and tells me to look it over as I was about to spend some significant time with it. The pillory was a homemade device but well built. The base was a three-quarter inch piece of plywood about two-foot square. Solidly mounted perpendicular to the base and rising from its center were three 2x6’s, screwed together to make a post. The center board was slightly shorter in length than the two other planks creating a slot for fastening the hinged set of horizontal boards that topped it out. When this top board set is closed together, they form holes which can hold the neck and wrists of a standing captive, soon to be me. These boards have a clasp on the opposite end of the hinge that accepts a padlock making it inescapable without a key. The entire device is painted black. It shows sign signs of age and use but is in excellent condition and ready to serve its function.

After my short study of the pillory, Sir Michael says he has something else for me to see. In his hand is a stainless-steel cylinder about an inch and a half in diameter. It looks heavy duty. It is hinged which allows it to open to create two attached halves. Opposite the hinge is a receiver that takes a locking device to hold the sides firmly together. Sir Michael tells me this can be used as a dick clencher or a ball stretcher. He then shows me that he has two of them. What immediately concerns me is the device is perforated with what he tells me are 28 holes through which adjustable screw points can be threaded. He adds two more fun facts, the points come in both sharp and blunt tip styles of which he has both. He goes on that the points are fully adjustable with a hex key. He says he plans to start with them withdrawn all the way, then he will put the spikes to work as he tighten them up to inflict as little or as much discipline as he desires on my dick or sack.

I am then asked, “Bitch which points do you want me to use?” None is my choice, but I think the only truly allowed answer for a submissive is ‘whatever pleases you Sir’ and that is what I say. “OK then, I will choose the blunt points, I think with what you will be doing this afternoon the sharp ones might tear your skin and I don’t want that. Besides I will likely screw them down tight and that will make you suffer enough, especially if you are foolish enough to let yourself get excited and have an erection.”

Sir Michael gets down on his knees and begins to attach the first ring of torture around my scrotum. It does act like a ball stretcher and I’m glad I am shaved down there as there are no hairs to catch and pull. It isn’t overly tight but not loose either. He uses one of the miniature cuffs and chastity locks to secure it to my bag. Next my dick is pulled taut, and my dick is encircled by a duplicate device, at this point smooth inside, and it is locked in place, just a little above the base of my shaft. This is a little loose but that will soon change. He takes a handful of the blunt-tipped allen screws and begins to thread them into the 28 holes covering the device clasping my sack. After they are all in, he repeats the methodical task on the cylinder surrounding my dick. Then the real tightening begins with his hex key. It takes a long time, and he only screw down a peg a bit before moving down an opposite peg. He has a system that attempts to keep an even decent of all the pegs up and down and around the device. It doesn’t take long for him to contact my sack, then for them to make me feel a little pressure, then moderate pressure, then a somewhat crushing feeling at each point of contact, all 28 of them, then a discomforting puncture feeling though I know my skin has not been breached. He is going medieval on my ballsack. He keeps adjusting downward until he gets enough painful moaning sounds caused by the dull aches that I am trying to control but are slipping out of me then he stops. I never called out yellow, but I think while I can handle this now, I wonder how I’ll be about an hour from now. I too am surprised that while I am in discomfort, the real pain fades.

The second assault begin with my shaft now attacked. Same method, same effects. This too takes time as care is being given. And he is done. He looks pleased with his work.

Bottom of Form

Sir Michael gets up and goes to the side of the pillory then lifts the top board and tells me to step forward onto the base so that I am facing the screen and to put myself in the stocks. I understand what I am to do even though this is my first time mounting a pillory, so I stand on the platform and lay my two forearms into the bottom side slots and then slowly seat my neck in the center larger hole. I can tell that my body weight acting on the platform base makes the pillory very stable and will be able to hold me upright and will not tumble over. The top plank is lowered down, and I am trapped. I hear the snap of the lock closing and I am again secured by and for my Dominant. Of course, as one would expect I pull my arms back and see that in fact, yes, my hand cannot pull through their securing hole. I do the same with my neck with the same result. I am standing, but with my upper body slightly bent over to accommodate the pillory.

Sir Michael puts ankle cuffs on my ankles and locks them to an adjustable spreader bar that he opens to a wide but not uncomfortable width.

He then advises that I will be watching my favorite online sex videos for the next likely four hours. It is a composite of various scenes that one of his creative buddies put together to excite me. It’s an hour long but is set to loop so I’ll always have something to watch. He turns it on. Most scenes turn out to be of younger but legal, mostly thin, small chested, shaved women in bondage given head to men and swallowing the results. The idea is to make me hard as I stand there so that I will cause my own abuse and suffering from the toy I am wearing on my dick. The one on my scrotum is there just because it gives Sri Michael pleasure. During the next few hours, the devious plan will have its winning moments. The videos really are hot and fantastic, at least to me. And the large screen was worth the investment.

As for being locked in a pillory, it’s not too bad the first hour, uncomfortable the second hour, makes the back, neck, shoulders, and arms ache and cramp during the third hour and is downright miserable the fourth hour as everything fatigues, mind and body. The two things that saved me were focusing on the girls on screen and then trying to control the immense pain-pleasure that was happening because of the toys. Also having more body and limbs movement than most of my previous binds had helped.

After Sir Micheal completed his business with his customers, I was freed and toys removed. No permanent damage was done. I was still physically and mentally sound. Soreness would be with me for a while. Nothing unexpected.