Reader contribution: Master Mike’s self-bondage timer

Master Mike was inspired by the timer system made by Louis (see previous post, ‘Self bondage on steroids,’ by clicking here) and he built his own device.

Check out the pictures and information below from this guy:

 

Mike writes:

First off, a big thank you to Louis and the pictures posted on your site of his timer system. I got the same timer units and built myself a timer. I took it one step further and made it controllable over the internet. There are two timers, one I can set for the maximum amount of time before the magnet is released, and the other can be reset or restarted over the internet.

If it is reset, the timer will stop and release the magnet, if it is reset, the timer will reset back to the set time without releasing the magnet. There is also a camera with two-way communications so the remote master can communicate with his prisoner. There are numerous magnets around the house connected to different equipment.

Here are pictures of the timer, internet controller and me secured to the restraint bed.

IMG_0649 IMG_0653 IMG_0654 Mike 24th January 2015 Pic 2

The magnet has 1200 pounds of holding force and is bolted to the floor, so there is no pulling it free.

Here is a picture of the web page that controls the timer:

WebPage

 

Metal would like to thank Master Mike for sharing this information! Very impressive, indeed!

Since he sent these pictures, he subsequently updated his system and sent further updates. Keep checking back to Metalbond to see more about this system.

 

 

Held prisoner

By Straghtjacket

It was a while ago that I responded to an ad in Drummer Magazine. The bondage toy market wasn’t nearly as expansive as it is now and men didn’t talk much about safe words, at least not the guys I hung out with. Well, some did have safewords and that was a distinguishing characteristic between “serious” men and players. I came out to old guard men who taught me the ropes. I was a bottom and essentially a slave to everyone. I had to work my way from being scum to finally earning my leathers.

I was held prisoner by two guys that looked like hairy bearded red necks. They were just as likely to drink a coke in the bars as they were to drink booze. They were the first tattooed men that I had known at the time and they always smelled of cigar smoke.

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