I originally constructed my pillory to use on any female willing to be lured into it.

The devise was a little different from the normal pillory seen at, for instance, Williamsburg. First is the base, at four foot long and two and a half feet wide sheet of three-quarter inch plywood. At each corner of one end is a four foot tall 2x4 fastened to the base very sturdily. Bolted from one to the other of these is a 2x8 at just the right height for a kneeling captive to place her - or his, as it turned out - neck across the top. The 2x8 has half moon cuts in the top - in the center for the neck and near each end for wrists. I decided not to try to have the two part neck/wrist boards to enclose those parts because of the difficulty in getting a size right to hold all different sizes of captives.

At the edge of each half moon, I drilled a deep opening into which I cemented upright bolts. It was a little difficult, but I had a shop make three half circle straps about two inched wide, and with two inch wings at each end, into which were drilled holes for the bolts. The idea was to get my captive kneeling on the padded base, put her wrists and neck into the half moon openings in the 2x8, put the straps down over wrists and neck, and use wing nuts to tighten the straps down as tight as appropriate to my prisoner. Finally, of course, I padded the restraints.

Well, to make a long story short, over the next few months I made several attempts to lure women into my device. But nothing worked. Most of them I never even got into my home. I only showed it to a couple and they more or less said, "You must be kidding."

So, I decided to try to sell it. For a couple of months, I mentioned it in various bd/sm venues. Finally, I got an inquiry from a guy. He lived only a couple of hours away, and said that he would borrow a pickup just in case he decide to take my pillory with him when he came to inspect it.

Steve was - is - a pretty nice guy, both in looks and behavior. I wasn't sure if he wanted the pillory to use on gals or guys, but suspected that either might be a possibility. He agreed to buy it at a very nice price, but insisted on giving it a try with me in it. Well, I knew that once pilloried, I would be helpless and at his mercy if he turned out to be a sadistic gay; but he seemed safe, and so I let him pillory me.

Once he had me on my knees and firmly locked in, Steve said, "You do realize that I am gay, don't you? And I can do pretty much whatever I want to you now?"

Well now, talk about a sudden and unexpected hardon. And even more so when he noticed and joked about it. I was straight - don't know for sure what I am now - but darned if he didn't arouse me only by looking at me on my knees. helpless, and both of us realizing what could be done. I have thought about it since and believe that it went back to when I was tied up during games as a child, and it was kinda exciting.

Anyway, Steve began to release me, saying, "Sorry, Strand, I don't have time right now, but I think that you should investigate the cause of that humongous hardon. Tell you what; I'm not into a committed relationship right now.You have my email address. Send me a note if you think you might like to get together with your pillory again sometime soon."

"Ok, maybe I will."

For several days after Steve left, I thought about how I had felt while being so helpless. And every time, I got aroused again. I had never considered being with a man before, but things were not going so well with the ladies recently. So, I gradually wore myself down . . . and emailed Steve: "Been thinking about your offer. Maybe an experiment is in order if you are still interested."

"Good. Hoped you would come around. Saturday morning, be prepared to stay until Sunday afternoon. Nothing you have to bring. Wear shorts, tee, sneakers without socks, no underwear. Failure to obey will cause increased punishment. But no real harm. Come up route 15 and when you reach route 22, call me on your cell for further directions. Please confirm. Steve" , With his cell number added.

The note was more authoritative than I was used to. And somehow gave me another twinge. I emailed back: "I will obey." Even my submissive reply gave me another twinge. What is going on here, I wondered.

Yes, I was nervous as I drove up route 15, and more so when I called him at the junction with 22. Steve was pleasant as he gave me final directions to his home. a townhouse in a small town not too very far from Harrisburg. "I hope this will be as much fun for you as I know it will be for me, Strand. See you soon."

After a cup of coffee and a light pastry, Steve said, "So, Strand, any special health problems or reservations about this before we get started? I can promise that no harm will come to you, but that is all I will promise."

"No problems. I guess things will pretty much be up to you once I am pilloried again," referring to the very brief session before.

"Good. I'll have to say that you've got guts. Here we are. You know the position, so get into it." A bit more firmly spoken.

"Ok."

Steve moved quickly - apparently rehearsed to secure me before any last minute change of heart. He tightened the padded strap down over my neck first; not uncomfortably tight, but so I could barely twitch. The each wrist in turn, very snugly. "That was quick, I said."

"Not finished yet." And then Steve surprised me by holding my nostrils closed and forcing some kind of bit gag into my mouth, the strap of which almost tore into the corners of my mouth. I say 'almost' because it did not hurt, but made me feel even more of a helpless victim. It was then that I noticed a mirror on the wall facing me about ten feet away. Boy, did I ever look helpless!!

"Sorry about this, but we are about the same size, and I'll give you one of mine when you go home." And he cut off my tee. Then removed my sneakers and shorts. As I briefly pondered my nakedness, Steve said, "Something new I devised." And he attached a spreader bar somehow to my ankles, which held them about two feet apart, I guess. Obviously I couldn't see back there. I did realize that he was fastening the bar to the base of the pillory. I realized that the position on my knees and the spread of my legs caused my balls to dangle very visibly to my captor when he looked down from the side My penis was hard and erectly parallel to my belly. "Damn, Strand, for a straight guy, you are pretty excited by all this."

I could not reply with the gag in my mouth.

By the time late Sunday afternoon arrived and I had been finally released and allowed to dress, I had crossed some kind of divide. I was no longer sure that I was a straight man. I had been raped orally (with the gag removed) and anally more than once - if you can call it 'rape' since I had been captured of my own free will. Part of the time, I was also blindfolded. Steve had allowed me several paroles from the pillory, though they were not complete paroles, because he handcuffed me each time before he released my neck. The paroles allowed bathroom breaks and a bit of food and water.

Once, as he put me back into the pillory, I tried - as an experiment to see if I could get away with it - to resist. I failed. And was punished with several painful blows to my exposed ass and thighs with some kind of whip which I never saw. Before he whipped me, he tied my dangling balls to some kind of weight or maybe a ring in the base of the pillory, so that I dare not move at all during my punishment. Not that I could have escaped, but that further confinement magnified the humiliation as well as the harmless pain.

Each sexual violation - if you would call it that - was recorded on both still and video cameras, much to my deepening humiliation.

Steve did not give me sexual gratification, other than stimulation short of orgasm. What terrible torment! As we said goodbye, he told me to: "Go home and masturbate this time. The next time, we'll try a couple of new things." I was shamed but excited by his assumption that there would be a 'next time.'

A week after my adventure, Steve sent me an email directing me to a certain gay/bd/sm website. I'm sure that no one who knows me will ever visit that site and recognize me; but there I was for all of the site viewers to see: naked on my knees, helpless, and violated. In a later email, Steve informed me that he had received several compliments about his contribution of the scenes. One visitor to the site asked if he might somehow join us sometime. Steve told me that his reply was that he would think about it.

So, my reader, I am now wondering what I am, when Steve will summon me again, and what might new things might happen to me when he does. Needless to say, I trust Steve. I trust him not to really harm me, but equally as important, I trust him to take complete control over me which will allow me the temporary freedom from obligations and responsibilites.

Comments, compliments, criticisms are all welcome. saae3330@aol.com

12.07.09