By Scribe

I am quite proud of the dungeon I have built in my basement. I have a cross, bondage table, doggy cage, and sling together with the usual equipment; hoods, sleepsack, restraints, floggers, and whips. The problem is, my visits with an available dom are infrequent. My bondage equipment requires that someone else secures me and releases me. I never get as much bondage and punishment as I would like.

Consequently, I read with interest an ad from Discipline Technologies offering to build a prison cell in my own home. I could imprison myself without any help and remain incarcerated for up to two weeks before being released, again without outside assistance.

I requested additional details and received a packet of information illustrating designs and options. The cost was substantial but the product looked very exciting, much beyond any bondage I had ever experienced.

I chose what DT called a pit cell. The cell would be in my basement dungeon but entry would be from a trap door built into the floor from the bedroom above.

I could save quite a bit of money by building most of the cell myself. I would build the walls and provide utilities. Discipline Technologies would install the trap door, locks, feeding and watering systems, electronic controls, and discipline devices. I decided on a 4’x6’ cell, enough room to lie down but small enough to limit movement and trigger a feeling of claustrophobia. DT sent me a drawing and instructions.

I started building the floor of the cell. I made a platform of concrete blocks so that the cage would only be 6 feet deep. This would make closing the trap door easier once I lowered myself into the cell. I installed a 2” drain in the center and connected the waste pipe to the basement bathroom. I then poured concrete to form the 4×6 floor, sloping it slightly toward the drain. I included rebar to make the floor impenetrable.

After the floor was dry, I started building the walls. I used concrete blocks. I filled the holes in each block with concrete and rebar. I wanted to make the walls solid and inescapable. In the middle of one of the walls, I placed a PVC tube and threaded an electrical wire. On the top row of block I added another PVC tube and inserted a copper water line. I also cut two 2” holes and attached flexible vent lines from the house heating and air conditioning system. This way, the cell would get adequate air and temperature control.

I caulked and cemented around all the holes and seams so that no light and limited sound could penetrate the cell. I stepped back and looked at the outside of the concrete cage. It looked like a chimney or structural support. No one would suspect that it was a bondage pit. I painted the walls black to match the other walls in my dungeon and to disguise the new construction.

Up in my bedroom, I cut a hole in the floor for the trapdoor. I am skinny enough to fit between the floor joists. I imagine a heavier prisoner would need to box the floor joists to allow for a bigger trapdoor. I stared into the black hole that would be my future prison. I couldn’t see a thing.

It was time to call Discipline Technologies to install the equipment and electronics for the cell. I had already discussed the restraints and punishment devices I wanted to wear.

Two technicians arrived one morning. They first installed rubber padding on the walls and floor of the cage, cutting holes for the drain, water, and electrical lines and HVAC vents. They explained the thick padding would protect against injury and prevent the prisoner from hearing any noise outside the cell. It will also reduce the chance anyone outside the cell could hear the prisoner’s pleas for release.

Next, they installed the feeding and watering systems. These consisted of two tanks, one filled with water and the other filled with a shelf-stable nutritional drink. The technician explained that the water and food would last 14 days. The victim could choose to be incarcerated anywhere from one to a maximum of 14 days. There were two smaller bags connected to the larger tanks. This is where the prisoner’s daily ration was automatically deposited. By limiting the inmate to the smaller bag, the supply was guaranteed to last for the two weeks. The rations were designed to keep the prisoner alive but constantly hungry and thirsty for more.

The workers attached a metal box to the top of the outside cell wall to hold the tanks.  A small hole was drilled through the wall, and a drinking tube was stretched connecting the two tanks to a rubber hood inside the cell.

The electrical cable was connected to an outlet box drilled into the wall. The outlet was a locking type. When a plug was inserted and twisted a quarter turn, it could not be removed.

The trapdoor was then installed. The technician showed me the triple locking mechanism, similar to a bank vault. The top of the door was wood disguised to look like a patch in the floor. There was no keyhole. The bottom of the trapdoor had a couple of folding steps to assist in entering and exiting the cell. Two more small holes were drilled in the floor so that the food and water tanks could be filled from above. The workers loosely refitted the carpet over the holes. An area rug then covered all the openings. Since the holes were next to my bed, an area rug looked like a very natural addition to the room. Finally, rubber paddling was added to the ceiling of the cage.

The representatives then showed me how to operate the locks. An app was downloaded to my phone. It showed a clock allowing settings of one to 14 days. After selecting the time, all I had to do was hit the start button. Once I lowered myself into the cell and pulled the trapdoor closed, the locks would engage. The technician warned me that once locked no early release was possible. The prison had its own timer, so it didn’t matter if my cell phone died or was lost or stolen. Even if I took my phone into the cell, I could not override the timer. Once the locks were engaged, the app would disappear from the phone, preventing anyone finding the phone from knowing about the prison cell. Only when the time was up and the locks released, could the app be recalled to set a new imprisonment.

The DT workers then showed me the bondage and discipline gear I requested. They reviewed how to wear the devices and how they would operate. They then asked me to sign a completion acknowledgement and a liability waiver. I paid the balance of the contract and they drove off.

I could hardly wait to get into the cell. However, I had to take care of one matter before I could begin my lock-up. DT recommended I go on a liquid diet for at least 3 days. I also took a laxative and cleaned out each day. This would eliminate solid waste in the cell since there was only a drain for liquids. I also wanted to wear a butt plug.

I told my friends and family that I was taking a long-deserved trip abroad and may not have cell service. As I undressed to get into the cage, my cock rose to attention. I knew I should select a short-term lock-up to test the system, but I was so eager to experience severe bondage that I immediately selected 14 days, the maximum. I hid my phone in a dresser drawer and filled the tanks to the brim with water and protein drink. DT left a large supply of the drink and also told me that caffeine and Cialis were added to keep me alert and horny.

I decided to wear my rubber catsuit in the cell. I zipped up the front, leaving my cock, balls, and ass exposed. The first item of business was the butt plug. I had originally planned to use one of my own, but DT convinced me that their plug would be much more effective. The plug was long and wide. I lubed up and slowly inserted it. It was a challenging fit but I finally heard a pop when my sphincter closed, locking the plug in place. Two wires connected to the plug stuck out of the suit.

The chastity cage was already in the cell. A steel cable ran from the middle of the device to the electrical outlet on the wall. Another tube ran from the outside end of the chastity cage to the cell wall. I assumed it went to a drain for my piss. A combination set of shackles and fist mitts were also in the cell, together with a rubber hood designed by DT. I closed the trapdoor, pulling the area rug into place, and panicked a bit as I heard the locks click. I was now stuck in this small concrete cage for two full weeks!

A small light came on next to the electrical outlet. The technician explained that the light would stay on for the first hour so that I could attach the gear in the cell. After the hour passed, the light would go off, and the cage would stay totally dark for the duration of the sentence.

I had to wait a while for my dick to lose its hard-on. I had given DT my flaccid cock measurements, together with my measurements for the shackles and hood. The metal ring and cage fit perfectly, and a lock clicked into place. I immediately felt the blunt spikes at the end of the tube. I attached the two wires from the butt plug into the receptacles on the chastity cage. They twisted and locked into place. I tucked everything into my rubber suit and pulled the zippers close.  The thick rubber suit would deny any access to my genitals or ass and keep everything in its place.

I then locked my ankles and wrists with the shackles. The fetters were thick and heavy. Heavy chains ran between the wrist and ankle restraints and a center chain connected the two together. A lock clicked when each iron was closed. There were no keyholes. DT explained that all the electronic locks released when the chosen sentence was completed, including the chastity lock.

Next, I picked up the rubber hood. I inserted the two soft silicone earplugs. The hood was very thick, and as soon as I put it on, I could tell it would further isolate me from hearing any sound and muffle any noise I could make. The only opening at the mouth was for a tube running to the drink tanks. The tube was molded into the rubber hood and reinforced with steel, making removal impossible. I could easily suck on the tube to get the water and drink stored in the small daily ration bags. The only air allowed into the hood was two small holes at my nose. There were no eye holes, not that I could have seen anything in the cell once the light turned off. I had to tug on the back zipper as the hood was custom-sized to seal tightly across my face. Finally, I buckled an elastic strap that ran from under my jaw to the top of my head, sealing my mouth around the drinking tube and limiting any intelligent sound I could make. The feeling of confinement and claustrophobia was intense.

I felt around my feet for the iron collar. It closed around my neck securing the hood in place. The collar had four external spikes, making it uncomfortable to lean against a wall or lie and sleep on the floor.

The last bondage item was the most difficult to put on. There were two thick rubber fist mitts. DT designed the wrist shackles with a slot that the end of the fist mitt would lock into. I got the left mitt on easily with the use of my right hand. I put the right mitt on and pushed my fist against the wall to lock the tab on the mitt into the slot on the manacle. I was now unable to use my hands to try and remove the suit, cables, chastity, butt plug, hood, or shackles.

After a few minutes, the light clicked off. I could no longer see the two points of light at the nostril breathing holes. Everything was pitch black. The earplugs and hood prevented me from hearing anything outside the cell or even the little air movement from the HVAC vent. The silence was absolute until I moved my chained limbs.

The padding made the cell even smaller. My head brushed against the padding on the ceiling and on the underside of the trapdoor. I felt like I was sealed in a rubber tomb.

After a while, the butt plug began vibrating. The sensation was quite pleasurable. As my dick began to harden, the chastity cage began to pulse, sending waves of pleasure from the base of my shaft to the head. The spikes dug into my glans, providing more stimulation. I wanted to wack off, but my dick was in the cage, under my rubber suit, and my hands were uselessly fisted under thick rubber. I could only try to rub my dick against the wall, or against my fists, neither of which provided any satisfaction. The electro and vibration would stop and start edging me for several hours until I was exhausted. I finally begged it to stop, mumbling into the mask and drinking tube. That’s when I received a painful shock right at the copper spikes on my dick head. I remembered that any attempt to speak, cry, or plead would be severely punished. The hood, padded cell, concrete enclosure, and silence-enforcing chastity device were all designed to keep my imprisonment secret and undetectable.

As time passed, my hood and suit became warmer and warmer. The sweat caused my hood to cling even tighter to my face, and the latex suit sealed itself against my body. The only part of my body not encased in rubber was my feet, and my sweat spilled onto the floor. My sense of confinement and claustrophobia increased with every passing hour. Breathing seemed more difficult as the hood sealed tightly against my face. I struggled not to panic.

I sucked on the drinking tube, trying to get some water as my thirst grew. Nothing came out for a long time. I remembered the system was designed to keep me thirsty and hungry. Finally, some water was pumped into my mouth. It tasted wonderful. After a while, I felt the need to piss. I let go and I guess my urine went through the tube into the wall because I didn’t hear or feel anything hit the floor. A few minutes later, liquid was pumped back into my mouth. It was my piss. I gagged as I was forced to drink the warm, foul-tasting liquid.

I found my piss tasted stronger each day as it was continually recycled. I tried to spit some of it out, which just made my hood reek of piss. The dried urine made the mask sticky and itchy. I couldn’t escape the 24/7 smell of a dirty toilet.

I tried to make the time pass by sleeping as much as possible. However, sleep was a joke. I couldn’t lie on the floor without the spikes on the neck collar digging into me. The same problem occurred leaning my head against the wall. I found I could sit on the floor and get a little rest until my legs cramped, or the edging started, or the water, drink, or piss was pumped into my mouth. It felt like everything was designed to make time pass as slowly and miserably as possible.

I was able to exercise a bit on the floor. The collar spikes, shackles, chains, and rubber padding limited my movement to only partial sit-ups and push-ups. I spent many hours pacing back and forth. It was more like a shuffle due to the short chain between my ankle fetters. The thick padding on the floor made balancing difficult. I would often fall against the heavily padded walls. I could have touched both side walls with my arms extended, but the short chain between my wrist irons prevented this. I tried to disconnect the cables to my dick and mouth by rotating my body, but the steel reinforced tubes wouldn’t budge and stopped any further rotation.

Boredom set in as there was nothing to do or see. I began to look forward to the frequent edging since it provided some pleasing sensations. It was frustrating as well since it built an overwhelming desire to jack off with no possibility of release. I think the Cialis only added to my horniness.

I was constantly hungry and thirsty. The water and food drink never seemed to be enough. My piss was salty and disgusting and didn’t relieve my thirst.

I lost all track of time. The cell was always dark. The water and food seemed to be pumped into my mouth on a random basis. I couldn’t hear any noise other than the rustling of my chains and my heavy breathing trying to get enough air through the small holes in the rubber helmet. I didn’t know how long I had been in the cage, eight days, twelve days? Probably less than six days but it felt like fourteen.

At some point, water sprayed from the shower head at the top of the cell. It didn’t do much to clean me since I was encased in rubber. I couldn’t relieve my thirst since the hood didn’t have a mouth opening. It did cool me down for a little while, however.

I began to fantasize that if I made enough noise, someone would hear me and help release me. Maybe the mailman would hear me when he delivered my mail to the front door. Maybe an Amazon driver would make a delivery. Never mind that I had stopped the mail and delayed any purchases. Never mind that I had no idea whether it was night or day outside the cell. I had to try. I screamed as loud as I could. I had to admit it was pretty pathetic. The heavy rubber in front of my mouth and the heavily padded cell absorbed all the sound. The powerful shock from the chastity cage made me scream again. I fell to the floor clutching the rubber around my abused dick with the useless fist mitts. I had to keep silent.

Finally, the light came on, and the locks on my restraints released. I took off the mitts, shackles, and collar and was finally able to unzip the punishing hood. I opened my suit and the cables disconnected. I could pull out the butt plug. The chastity cage would not come apart, however.

I climbed out of the prison and walked unsteadily to the bathroom. I took the longest, most wonderful shower ever. I found some frozen TV dinners in the freezer and had a terrific feast. I fell asleep stretched out in my big, soft, comfortable bed, thankful that my prison ordeal was over.

The next day, I opened my two weeks’ worth of mail. There was a letter from Discipline Technologies. It said they now offer a service to extend a stay in the home isolation cell for more than 14 days. For a reasonable fee, a DT employee would enter the prisoner’s home and reset the lock for an additional 14 days. The owner/prisoner would provide house keys and pay in advance for the number of times he would want the two weeks reset. There was also the option to charge a debit card for repeated stays until the money ran out. The technician would come every 13 days. That way, if there was a delay due to traffic or an accident, the timer could be reset before an automatic premature release. The technician would flush and refill the water and nutritional tanks. He would also plug into a diagnostic port and make sure the disciplinary and restraint systems were operating properly. The prisoner in his padded cell, wearing the thick rubber hood, would probably not hear the technician’s visit or realize that the timer was reset. He would have no idea how long he was in the cell or when his imprisonment might end.

I wasn’t sure if I would get into the cell for 14 days again, much less use DT’s offer of additional confinement. Right now, I had to get the chastity cage off. After my rest and the 14 days of edging, I was desperate to jack off. The cage, however, would not come apart no matter how much I pulled on it. The short length and narrow fit prevented any erection or ejaculation. My dick was bulging through the ventilation holes. I was afraid to use a tool to cut or pry it off since it was so tightly wrapped around my genitals.

It was time to call Discipline Technologies and complain. I got a representative on the phone and asked why the lock wouldn’t release and how they were going to get the damned thing off of me. He said the lock should have released together with the other locks when the cell opened. He said he would send a technician to my home.

The next day, the DT representative showed up and examined the chastity cage and lock. I was even hornier after another night of blissful rest. He shook his head and said he had bad news. It seems there was an option to order a cage that locks permanently when closed. I shouted that was not what I wanted nor what I ordered. He apologized and said a mistake must have been made and the wrong model sent. I asked what they were going to do to get the thing off. He shook his head again and explained that the metal fused when closed. The cage was made from a special alloy that could not be cut, pried apart, or broken. Any tool strong enough to cut the cage, like a diamond-tipped saw, would mangle the genitals underneath, especially since the cage was custom-sized to fit extremely tight. The device was designed to be worn for the lifetime of the victim. “What?”, I screamed,” I can never get this thing off? I’ll never have another erection or orgasm”? “That’s correct,” he said. “I’ll sue your company,” I cried. “You’ll be bankrupt by the time my lawyers are finished with you.”

He left. I started crying in frustration. I found my lawyer’s number and called. Of course, he was “in court” and would have to call back.

A few hours later, three masked men burst into my home. They shouted that they would not let me threaten Discipline Technologies. They grabbed me and threw me into the cell, locking the trapdoor. While I wasn’t wearing the hood, chains, and rubber, I was still scared silly. I didn’t know how long I would be trapped. The light clicked off and I was plunged into darkness. I shouted as loud as I could. The electric cable was not attached so I couldn’t be shocked. However, the thick padding and concrete walls probably muffled my screams. I sucked on the drinking tube attached to the hood still lying in the cell. But no water or drink would flow. I wondered if they would leave me to die from thirst. I thought I had read that one could only last three days without water. I began to panic and shouted until my voice gave out. I clawed at the trapdoor to no avail.

I finally fell asleep on the floor. At least I didn’t have the punishing collar on. I woke up to the sound of the trapdoor opening. I climbed out of the cell only to find the same three masked DT guards. They handcuffed my wrists behind my back and forced me to sit down at my kitchen table

“We have a proposition for you. We want you to sign this release of liability”, the head guard stated. I read the document. It said that I had ordered the permanent chastity device from DT. It was only later that I changed my mind and threatened to sue. Since I voluntarily requested and locked the permanent cage on my cock, I had no case against Discipline Technologies and would forever cease any action against them. I would also agree not to publish any complaints or disparaging remarks about DT.

I yelled, “You’re crazy. I never ordered this thing. This is your mistake. I’m not going to sign something that says I wanted this”.

“Let me tell you what the alternative is”, the guard sneered. “We can’t keep you locked up here. Someone will eventually find you. Outside, we have a prison transport van. In the back is a restraint chair. You’ll be strapped in, hooded and gagged. We’ll take a long drive to one of our maximum security prisons. There you will be deposited in one of the dark underground cells. We have hidden cells especially designed for adversaries of Discipline Technologies. We assign our most sadistic guards to this unit. I’m happy to say I’ll be one of the guards monitoring you. These cages have numerous bondage, control and torture devices to keep you amused and entertained. It will make this home isolation cell feel like a luxury hotel room. Since each passing month would only give you more reason to sue us, I’m afraid you would have to be confined for your lifetime. We’ll dismantle this home cell so that no one will suspect Discipline Technologies. You will just disappear. We’ll save the rubber helmet and shackles for use in your new cell. This is your choice; freedom here with your dick locked up or lifetime incarceration with your dick still locked up. If you sign you can keep your home cell and equipment “

Put that way, I signed the agreement not to sue. I’m now several years later still in chastity. I’ve lost my manhood. I can’t fuck and I can’t cum. The tight cage keeps me constantly horny. I’ve tried everything to get relief; vibrators, e-stim, prostate massage, ball stretching and massage, even a buddy fucking or fisting me. But nothing seems to work, it just makes me even hornier. I still have the isolation cell. I get in every once in a while, sometimes only for a day or two, sometimes longer. Everything locks on as before, and everything unlocks when over, except for the cage, of course. A few bondage buddies have tried out the cell. They don’t have the shock cage to wear, and for some, the shackles and hood don’t fit, but they can wear their own gear.

Every so often, I write a polite letter to Discipline Technologies asking if they have learned how to remove the chastity cage. They never answer.