I will be posting a selection of pictures titled “Caged” in the next few days. The wooden cage used in most of these is simply a prop, but there eight pics titled “Cell” where I was actually locked into a space that I could not get out of.

Here’s how it worked. There was a storage area below the stairway in the basement. I built a cell door out of chrome steel tubing, set well into a wood frame so it could not be removed. The door was fitted to the storage space with regular hinges and a lock hasp. Then I froze a long piece of string, and a shorter piece, into a bowl of water, creating a large block of ice with the strings running through it. The key for the cell door lock and the key for my other padlocks was tied to the string, then the block of ice was suspended from the ceiling by the short string. The long end of the key string was tied above the cell door, just out of reach of an occupant. The keys would not be reachable until the ice block melted! How long? Who knows, at least hours, maybe overnight, maybe longer. I was to find out.

Now those who practice self bondage know you need an emergency escape method. Mine was a second pair of keys in a bucket of ice water on a shelf above the cell door, with a rope attached just barely within reach of the occupant. The only way to get ahold of the second key for immediate escape would be to dump the bucket of ice water on my head!

Then I set up my polaroid camera on a tripod, aimed at the cell, with the remote control in the cell so I could take pictures of my captive sissy (that would be me!). OK, all set last thing I did was make sure all of the lights in the house were turned off, I wanted absolute darkness all night for my captivity. I even covered a couple of windows where ambient light could leak in. I wanted absolute darkness.

All set; I secured my gag with a small padlock, locked the chains on my ankles and wrists, crawled into my home-made cell, closed the door and clicked the padlock in place. I was well and truly trapped in the darkness, helplessly chained and gagged. It was thrilling, I was very aroused and felt really restrained and trapped. It was a delicious feeling!

After sitting there for a while, I clicked off a picture. As my eyes adjusted from the flash I realized there was a glow in the background behind the camera! Shit! I must have left a light on somewhere, why hadn’t I noticed it? As I sat there stewing, the light went off! OMG! There must be someone in the house! I knew my wife was hundreds of miles away, so it could  not be her. Who was it?

I was actually very scared, I did not know what to do. I sat there in the darkness and listened intently, no sounds at all, no more lights. I don’t know how long I sat there quivering in fear, but after what must have been an hour or more I decided it had been my overactive imagination, so I fearfully clicked off another picture. (that would be Cell 1a).

The light was on again! OK, this is weird, I quickly took another pic. (Cell 1b). You can see the fear and puzzlement in my eyes. Then, after a few minutes, the light went out. Not a sound in the house. Then it came to me, the recharge light on the back of the camera! In the total darkness it lit up the stairwell in a faint light. I took a couple more pictures over the next hour or so and then I laid there in the silence and darkness. This is just what I wanted, firmly restrained, a non-removable and effective gag, locked in a cell, total darkness and silence, sensory deprivation. It was exciting at first, but be careful what you wish for, truth be told it got pretty boring! There was no light and no sound (I had a string hanging from the ice block so there was not even a dripping sound), once in a while a muffled sound from outside, but otherwise nothing.

Eventually I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I was aware of was the gradual light of dawn seeping into the house. The ice had released the keys, so I could get out of my captivity. I won’t post the final picture I took since I look to disheveled (vanity rears it’s head), my wig askew, my make-up smeared, and my beard showing through, it was nasty. I did not keep it.

So I spent the night restrained and locked in a cell, just like the real slave I want to be, just no Master or Mistress waiting to embarrass and humiliate me in the morning.

Merry Christmas to All!