It took me a long time to build my pillory, and I was very proud of it. (picture of model attached) It was made of oak, and was heavy and very sturdy. I had tested it without the lock a few times, and it did not even wiggle a little bit when I pushed on it. It was well made, like a fine piece of furniture, and in a more enlightened universe, I would have been proud to have it in my living room. But, for now it was in the basement.
It had a release mechanism, but I did not trust it. There were two women at work who I trusted. I will call them M and J. We had had coffee several times, and they had made enough casual jokes to make me think that they had a kinky side. Separately, and without the other knowing, I asked each of them to come to my house at 9:00, that it was very important, and gave them each a key. They would be my release and my backup release.
I got ready by going to the basement. Over the years, I had transformed this space into a well equipped dungeon. There were steel rings in the ceiling and walls, a cabinet with all of my toys, and now the centerpiece: my pillory. I laid out some of the toys that I would like either M orf J to use on me. Some butt toys, lubricant, and a flogger and a riding whip. I wrote them a note saying that I did this for enjoyment. I invited them to stay and play if they were interested, but to please unlock the device if they were not. Of course, I did not know if either, both, or neither would show up.
I stripped, and put on stockings, garter, and long gloves and heels. I stepped into the stocks that were built into the base of the pillory and locked my ankles in place. I set the release timer for 10pm, knowing that I had invited M and J to come by at 9pm. I had a leather hood that I fitted over my head. I put in earplugs for sensory deprivation, and pulled the hood over my head. It conformed to my face and laced down the back of my head, leaving me partially gagged and in total darkness. I positioned my neck and one wrist into the lower part of the pillory, and then lowered the top into place with my other hand. I felt the click of the latch as the weight of the beam carried it into the locked position. I had nothing to do now but wait. It was about 8:30. I had either 30 minutes to wait for either of the girls, or 90 to wait for the timer to release me.
I struggled of course. That is part of the fun of bondage. I had done my work well. There was absolutely no movement in the pillory. I had made the wrist holes as ovals instead of circles. The long axis was vertical. I could not ever turn my wrists. The leather of the gloves and the leather of the hood that came down around my neck cushioned things a bit, but made everything very snug.
After what seemed like way more than 30 minutes, I sensed someone in the room. Then, a hand on my ass. Was it M? Was it J? Did they come together?
More to follow if anyone is interested.