The mere discomfort alone is exciting.

But imagine being forced to skip a couple of meals and then join your top at supper time.

Bondage is kind of dreamy.

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Boyfriend in a Box

As BDSM boxing scenarios go this is a fairly light one. Some of my most psychologically brutal fantasies involve being boxed. Despite my real inclinations in the direction of emotional masochism I doubt that I’d really have the same capacity as I do with strong physical pain.

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So all those dreams of being left hanging and helpless had to be put aside.

Legs are stronger aren’t they? Aren’t they?

Well, a beating is still a beating.

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Illustration by Juan Puyal.

I think you’ll find that verbal humiliation is one of those things that grows easier as you do it. (BTW, I’m a fan of switches and interested in BDSM as erotic play, not a lifestyle.)

The most common form of spoken degradation is to attack the guy’s masculinity. Telling him that he’s a sissy, a bitch, wimp. Some men get a thrill out of having the size of their penises mocked. None of this works for me personally but this is the most popular kind of harsh talking.

Related is men who want to be condemned because of their gender. They are inferior because they are male.

Slut seems to be a frequent word. Again, not for me. But it always implies the man has a sexually healthy appetite in a backhanded way.

Much spoken humiliation is fairly generic: “You are worthless!”

From my own perspective what you say only matters so much. It is the harsh or sarcastic tone that sends my spinal column into a frenzy.

Some tops fear seeming too theatrical, stiff and fake. If a man is feeling submissive he isn’t usally in the mood to practice literary criticism. He just helplessly responds.

Generally I think it is a bad idea to humiliate someone for something that genuinely troubles him in everyday life. E.g., if he’s overweight. A very few find it therapeutic. But unless you are sure you may kill the scene, even the relationship.

What you know about him will really be your guide.

You don’t seem like the kind of person who needs to be reminded of aftercare. This can be a really deep form of power exchange.

Original context: Creativity & Variety in D/s

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(Townsend inverted the colors of the illustration when he published these. I’ve flipped the colors back for online legibility.)

The sadist looks like he’s having fun. Hopefully his slave is as well.

What would a male masochist do without genitormenr? Not sure exactly is happening down there.

Two slaves punish a third. Bondage is the future it mysteriously says. The hand at the bottom appears to be holding a remote control. Perhaps to shock collars on the two guys standing?

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In some ancient societies slaves had very limited legal rights. In others substantial portions of the slave population was raised for government service. Being the property of the rule was thought to make them loyal to his wishes. Some of those had very comfortable lives and political power.

But the majority of the world’s legal slaves were just beasts of the field. With no more rights and less value than a horse. The slave increased their owners’ wealth by labor. They weren’t psychosexual playthings.

Today voluntary slaves are known to sign contracts disclaiming their civil rights. Contracts that reject their legal invalidity. Pointless, expect for the thrill of the act. You can’t give away your civil rights.

One of the most common and dispiriting assertions in vanilla articles on BDSM is that the bottom is really the boss. Silliness. Safewords and stop words aren’t abrogation of power. They demonstrate the top’s risk aware responsibility. None of us really wants them. We want to visit the hospital or the morgue even less.

Tops who refuse safewords I can’t respect. They aren’t worth discussing.

Consensual slaves are exactly that. Their slavery ends the instant consent is withdrawn. They are stupefied by their craving for the absolute.

How would this human property react were master or mistress to take a handsaw and cut off hands and feet,

Would they consent to being put to death?

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We started doing the motion sensor thing about 8 years ago. We don’t do it a whole lot these days but it still is in our repertoire of activities.

When I first got the idea, it was a simple case of picking out one that I thought would do the job. I looked at the features and went with my best guess. I got one that had a sensitivity control, which I always run at maximum. It has a switch that lets you decide how long the motion light should be on. This, of course, is going to determine the length of time you receive each correction. Options on my particular unit are: 4 seconds, 4 minutes or 12 minutes. I’ve gone with the 4 second option because it seemed about right.

After all, even when being whipped, you need to be able to recover and brace yourself for the next stroke. If the timer were set at even 4 minutes, the voltage would just sit there and cook my manhood into charbroiled steak. That’s not the goal. The goal is to deliver pain briefly, allowing you to fear the next event. I got the motion sensor at the Home Depot and I went to Radio Shack for the actual shock torture device. I got a raw transformer that steps 110 volts AC down to about 30 volts AC. This was a total experiment and I had no idea what the results would be. Radio Shack sells several of these transformers ready to be mounted to some kind of board and they vary from around 5 volts to around 50. The 30 volt job was a pure guess. At first, I mounted everything to a piece of wood so that it would be stable and not wander around possibly causing a short. The last thing that I needed was to be chained into submission only to have the house catch fire.

The motion sensor has a standard light bulb socket on it and it was a simple case of using an adaptor to plug an extension cord into a light socket to give me what I wanted there. Then I wired the output of the transformer to my genitals with a 2″ ring around the base behind my balls and a 1″ ring just under the glans. Since I’d never done this before, I was flying in the dark and figured that I’d learn as I went. And YES, I certainly learned! So when it came to try it out, MAN did I ever get a surprise! The motion sensor always turns on when you first apply the voltage to it.

So YOU’RE GOING TO GET SHOCKED WITH THIS SET UP NO MATTER WHAT! At 30 volts AC, I jerked extremely violently halfway across the room. It was excruciating and WAY over the top as far as the intense pain went.

If someone had done this to me intentionally, I would have ended our relationship as being way too abusive then and there. Since I had not cuffed up,

I was free to inch my way, little by little without triggering the motion sensor again, over to where I could unplug the whole affair from the wall. So obviously, I needed some way of governing the the amount of shock. The solution was simple. I used a light dimmer control from the Home Depot and wired it into the 110v side of the transformer. That way I could dial up the amount of correction. So I carefully tested it again…. extremely nervously, I might add. IT WORKED!

Now I can dial up any kind of shock from totally boring all the way up to “San Quentin Electric Chair.” My NON-sadist wife has not been totally cool with it all but she hasn’t put the nix on it either. Not the way she laid down the law and said “absolutely NOT” to my wanting to have my genitals whipped with the crop or to having my balls tied to the floor. So I have gotten to try it out on many occasions with absolutely no hope of escape until she releases me which is EXACTLY the way it should be.

Here’s the methodology to our system. We set the motion sensor on a microphone stand that we got at a yard sale. Sensitivity is set at maximum and shock length set for 4 seconds. The motion sensor’s “eye” is aimed at me and in such a way that it will cover the door to the room. In the basement of our home, we have a room with two eye bolts, one on each of two opposing walls. I’ll lay out a futon in the middle of the room to give myself at least a modicum of comfort. One eyebolt is mounted on the wall toward my feet and the other eyebolt is mounted on the wall toward my head. Then chains are connected from my legcuffs to that corresponding eyebolt and a collar around my neck is connected to the eyebolt on the opposite wall.

Relax, we’ve learned the correct amount of slack to put in the chains to avoid asphyxiation. Just enough slack to not have to worry about death but not too much to allow me to wander around. Laying on my stomach, my hands are then cuffed behind. And of course, the “electrodes” are connected to my manhood as described above. It is then up to my wife to dial up the amount of correction and start the fun. The dial on the dimmer control has a mark on it that is “correct” for me. It’s very painful but does no permanent harm. As soon as my wife turns on the voltage, the motion sensor gives me a “wake-up” call. Again, it always turns on right at first. Then my wife waits until it turns off and I settle down, groaning from my first big jolt. Then she walks to the door which gives me my 2nd big jolt.

She’ll leave the door open so that the cat can wander in if she wants. That’s always interesting…. hmmmm. I wonder how many folks have their cats play into the torture? Finally, my wife goes upstairs for her shopping spree on QVC. (When I’m not there to tone her down, she wears that channel out!) I have to admit that she does get at least some sadistic pleasure shopping on QVC when I’m bound with the threat of electrical torment standing over me if I make so much as a peep or wiggle. Later when I’m going over my emails, I see all these confirmations from QVC and I say: “Honey, when did you buy all of this?” And she reminds me that she enjoyed my last bondage session and if I’d like to make a protest, she’ll be happy to explain it to me with the whip. She also explains to me that the QVC bill costs less than a ProDomme would. So I take it in stride. Hey, maybe she’s getting into this sadism thing better and better everyday.

Anyway, the very longest I’ve ever been controlled by this set up has been 5 hours. That was a number of years ago. I find that I can no longer do it for that long because with my hands cuffed behind my back, I start suffering shoulder trauma at around the 2 to 2½ hour mark. It gets too painful to be erotic and certainly too painful to stay within the realm of punishment that’s “reasonable.”

I’m a little worried about that but that’s a subject for a different time. At any rate, this set up can deliver more than enough punishment to achieve the desired result. Anyway, these enforced bondage sessions are amazing! I’ve found that being bound and rigidly held in one position without being able to even move without receiving a severe shock, is cosmic. In order to deal with it all, I find myself going through all kinds of mental activity. For about the first half hour,

I usually find myself trying to test the limits of my restraints and to find out how much the motion sensor will tolerate. Eventually, I’m going to cross the line and pay for it, but I HAVE to know in my mind anyway. Once that has been established I usually settle in for the long haul. This is when my mind frees itself from my body and I soar mentally. I had read of others experiencing this but it wasn’t until my wife and I started doing this that I found out for myself. It’s a wonderful experience. ….rigid, uncomfortable and painful but wonderful.

This is when the bondage really, really is a benefit. It’s especially good if I lose total track of time. So we’ve taken all the clocks away from the room and since I’m in the basement, there is virtually no light intrusion. It can be a bright sunny day but it doesn’t matter to me. We’ve also included a baby monitor so my wife can hear any real signs of distress HOWEVER, if she feels that I’m faking it in anyway to get some relief, she will flog me without turning off the motion sensor. She also checks on me periodically which always causes more electrical suffering. I know that many would cry foul at my being left alone in a potentially dangerous situation and even my wife is not always comfy with it. But she indulges me and we haven’t had any kind of close call ever.

I think that preplanning has a lot to do with keeping things safe. One thing that has happened several times I have to tell you about. After about an hour of total stillness, my mind would almost be in a trance. Then the cat would walk in and WAMMO! It would catch me so much by surprise that I would jerk against the restraints really hard. In a split second I’m very aware that I MUST settle down or I’ll keep getting shocked. But now I’m in a new position that I can’t maintain. So I get shocked again when I relax. Several times also, I’ve had involuntary convulsions keep the motion sensor triggering new shocks. I like to call this the ping-pong effect. It’s only fun in retrospect but certainly an important part of the punishment for me mainly I think because it is so cold and impersonal. I like that aspect of it and I know that if I want to avoid it, I need to be still. If we think that it could be more of a problem, we just simply close the door so the cat has to stay out.

Finally, when my wife enters the room, either to check on me or release me, there will at least be one final shock. She will disconnect the wires from my genitalia first but she may or may not decide to release me. This gives me a chance to wiggle around and find a new position that I can deal with. Unless I’ve been totally fried, the orgasms are heavenly at this point. I think that that is at least partially because this kind of torment is exactly what makes me feel like I’ve atoned and I’ve been emotionally cleansed like I stated in a previous post.

I find that as I get older and well up into middle age, I have more and more difficult time achieving an orgasm after intense stimuli such as this. This worries my wife but she doesn’t necessarily understand that for me, sex is not always the desired end result. I want to go away from this feeling like I was punished but good for my wrongs. And this scene does a good job of arriving at that goal.

We’ve also found that Viagra changes everything and for the better. The Doctor started me on it about a year ago and I LOVE IT! It works very well for me and I’m able to keep it up in the face of a total onslaught of punishment.

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