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How to Build Your Own Pillory – by POW

POW of POW’s Fiction – Gay S&M Stories sent the information and pictures below, about how he was inspired to build his very own pillory, and how he pulled it off! See below:

Pillory Construction

By POW

Overview

I never paid much attention to pillories. But then one made an appearance in A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 07, and it caught my eye. Trying to avoid giving away any spoilers, this (heavily edited) exchange takes place:

Jailer: “How are you holding up in that thing?”

Prisoner: “It’s not comfortable.”

Jailer: “It’s not supposed to be.”

Followed by:

Prisoner: “Can you let me out of this thing?”

Jailer: “Of course I can. But I’m not going to. Under our rules, badly behaved convicts have to be in the pillory for at least five hours.”

That fed right into something that is one of my core interest areas: long-term bondage with some sort of discomfort. Since I don’t know anyone who has a pillory, I decided to build one. Here’s the result:

How to Build Your Own Pillory by POW

Tools And Parts Required

For the record, I am in no way a competent woodworker or craftsman, but nevertheless I’m pleased with how it turned out. If I could build this, I think almost anyone could. Very little skill required, just make sure you take adequate safety precautions.

A typical pillory rests on a supporting stand. That was more complicated than I cared to attempt, but I had a good alternative: hang it from the steel beam running across my basement ceiling, and attach the sides to the support pillars that hold the beam up. The point is: The essential part of a pillory is the two separable wooden bars with half-holes in each for neck and wrists. Everything else is variable and you can adapt to suit whatever circumstances you have.

Note that whatever support you use, remember to fix only the bottom part of the pillory in place so the top part is free to move.

Measurements are given in inches and feet because that’s what’s available in my local hardware store. Convert to centimeters as needed at 1 inch = 2.5 cm.

Tools:
  • Drill with bits of varying sizes
  • Hole saws of appropriate sizes for neck and wrists. I used 5-inch and 2.5-inch diameter hole saws.
  • Vise
  • Sandpaper
  • Rasp or file
  • Wrench (either one adjustable or set of varying sizes)
  • Saw for cutting metal (possibly, see threaded rod under Parts)
Parts:
  • 2×4-inch board, four feet long
  • 2×6-inch board, four feet long
  • Threaded rod, 5/16-inch diameter, 6 inches long (2 pieces) (or one longer rod to be cut into 6-inch lengths)
  • Eye bolts (4), 5/16-inch diameter, 2-inch length (with nuts)
  • Wing nuts (2) to fit the threaded rod
  • Washers (10) to fit 5/16-inch rods
  • Flat metal strip, perforated with holes, 1 3/8-inch width, 16 gauge (only needed for self-lock capability)

How to Build Your Own Pillory by POW

Construction

Mark all measurements before drilling anything.

  1. If necessary, cut two 6-inch-long pieces from the threaded rod. File the newly cut ends until they are smooth.
  2. On the lower board (the 2×6), mark the center points where you want the neck and wrist holes. I put mine slightly below the line where the two boards meet rather than right on the line.
  3. Mark points along the edge of the board where the threaded rods will go. I wanted those one inch inward from the inner rim of each wrist hole, so 2.25 inches from the hole’s center.
  4. Along the upper board (the 2×4), mark corresponding holes where the threaded rods will go through. Your boards may be slightly different lengths; it does not matter that each hole be the same distance from the end of the board. What matters is that they are the same distance apart as the corresponding points on the lower board. This will ensure that the upper board can slide neatly over the threaded rods even if the ends of your boards don’t line up exactly.

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  1. When you’ve done your measuring, double-check, then it’s time to drill. Start with the holes for the threaded rods. Use a ¼-inch drill bit and make the holes as straight and perpendicular as you can. Drill each 1.5 inches deep. Knock any shavings out of the holes.
  2. Thread the rods into the holes. Use jam nuts to make temporary bolt ends for the wrench to take hold of: put two nuts on the end of the rod, then only apply torque to the one farthest from the board. This nut will push into the next one, which won’t spin, and that will let you twist the rod. Keep the rods as perpendicular as possible. Screw them into the lower board until they are seated firmly enough to stay put (see previous image), then remove the nuts one at a time. Tap the wrench if necessary to unjam the nuts.
  3. Drill larger holes all the way through the upper board. I used a ½-inch diameter drill bit for these. You should then be able to fit the two boards together. Add a washer and wing nut to each of the threaded rods and tighten them down snug.

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  1. Drill the holes for neck and wrists. For extra stability, I used straps to supplement the threaded rods in holding the boards together while drilling. Ropes would work too if you get them tight, but be sure to keep the straps or ropes away from the hole saw. If you’ve never used a hole saw, watch any of the available YouTube videos on how to use them safely.Key points I learned:
  • Don’t rush; apply gentle pressure to the drill. Be patient and let the saw do the work.
  • When you’re almost done and the center bit of the hole saw has emerged from the bottom of the board, stop drilling, flip the board over, and finish from the other side. This will ensure that the board doesn’t shred and splinter when the saw emerges.
  • This was not in the video I watched, but I took a lot of breaks because it was slow going, particularly with the neck hole, and my arm got tired.
  1. Drill holes for whatever mounting hardware you plan to use, if any. I used four 5/16-inch holes located below and to the outside of the wrist holes. Precise location doesn’t matter as much with these, although you probably want the height to be consistent.

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  1. Sand everything smooth. Splinters are not a fun addition to a bondage scene! Focus in particular on the edges of the neck and wrist holes and also their inner surfaces. This is where the prisoner’s skin will be in contact with the wood the most. Smooth the other surfaces of the boards as well because at some point, someone is going to touch that too.

I considered applying some sort of stain or sealant but decided I prefer the look and feel of raw wood. If you do want to apply something, this is the time to do it.

  1. Secure the mounting bolts in place with washers and nuts as in the previous image (bottom left and bottom right corners).

 

Locking Mechanism

If you plan to use this with a partner, you’re done. The wing nuts on the threaded rods will be enough to lock the upper board against the lower one. The prisoner won’t be able to untwist them and set himself free, although the rods are tantalizingly close to his fingers and he will be tempted to try to reach them. He won’t be able to, though it will be fun to watch until he gives up.

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If you want to use this for solo play, you’ll need a different way to hold the boards together. Make metal brackets to do the job.

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  1. Cut some of the metal strip to a 13-inch length. Clamp 2 inches from one end in a vise and bend it to a little bit more than a 90-degree angle. Repeat at the other end. You want the distance between the bends to be about 9 inches, the height of the two boards together. Repeat to make a second bracket. These strips will be the locks that hold the boards in place, safely reachable, lockable, and unlockable by your trapped hands.

My metal strip came with pre-punched holes all along the center. If yours didn’t, you’ll need to drill a half-inch-diameter hole to fit over the threaded rod.

 

Unlocked:

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Locked:

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To use, put your neck into the neck hole but leave your wrists free. Fit each bracket over one of the threaded rods. Lift the top board slightly, just enough to get your wrists in place without dislodging the brackets, then lower the board back down. You should then be able to clamp the brackets into the locked position. Reason for this sequence: it’s difficult to fit the brackets onto the threaded rods with neck and wrists all placed in their holes; much easier to do it with free hands.

Making bends that are more than 90 degrees means that when they’re in place, the brackets apply up-and-down pressure to the two boards and hold them firmly together. That pressure also ensures that the brackets won’t slip loose until you deliberately remove them.

 

Assembly

Your setup may vary, but mine works like this. I suspended chains from the overhead beam using S-hooks.

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Those chains hold up the pillory using the mounting bolts. Then straps go through the wrist holes and down to the base of the posts that support the overhead beam.

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I cranked those straps down tight, and the pillory was fixed in position in up/down and left/right directions. Not shown: I tied the front mounting bolts to the wall studs in front, and the back bolts to a heavy table behind. That fixed the thing in all three dimensions so it could not move or tilt more than half an inch in any direction.

Again, if you’re a more talented woodworker than I am, you can create a support post and feet for your pillory. This version worked well enough for me. The pillory was fixed firmly enough that during my testing I couldn’t budge it; it held me exactly in position no matter how I struggled.

 

Testing

Important safety note, applicable to any self-bondage situation: plan and test and have multiple escape routes. Some people like to use timers or ice locks; I prefer to have an instant out available in case of emergency. House fire, sudden medical issue, whatever the reason, I want to be able to get free quickly when necessary. But within that constraint, I like the bondage to be real and secure. Using the metal brackets as locks meets those criteria. The locks are flush against the wood and easily reachable when needed but otherwise out of the way. Also, releasing either one is enough to get completely free — if my right hand were to go numb for some reason, I could open the left lock, get the left hand out, then reach under and release the right lock.

I ran a bunch of short test scenarios until I was confident everything was working as designed. I even did an hour-long trial run without using the locks just to see how my body would react. It went well. After that I was feeling like I could go considerably longer so I planned a test for real.

I decided on a three-hour sentence. Well short of the five hours described in the Alburquerque story, but long enough. The verdict? Success!

Standing was boring and uncomfortable, but it did not feel dangerous at any time. Comfort-wise, it made for a good mid-range experience. A sleepsack provides very comfortable bondage. When wrapped up snug in one of those you can drift away into a happy sub mindspace and stop noticing the passage of time. A Roman-style cross, at the other extreme, is incredibly uncomfortable. There is no getting into a Zenlike “I’m not here” mental space when hanging on one of those. The pillory, I learned, is in between. I found it to be uncomfortable enough that I could never zone out. I was always keenly aware of the slow passage of time and of my body’s discomfort. But the discomfort was never bad enough that I felt the need to cut the scene short and stop. I never felt in danger of lasting harm. Physically, I think I could have stayed there much longer. Mentally, though, I hit my limit for solo play and would have needed an enforcer to keep me there any longer once the three-hour alarm sounded.

Afterward, my arms were sore for the next thirty-ish minutes, and at first I was unable to lift them very high behind me. Soon enough that passed, and they were back to normal. My neck remained a little bit stiff for several hours, but there were no lasting after-effects from the experience.

 

Conclusion

I found this to be a worthwhile project, fun to build and fun to experiment with. I learned that a pillory provides exactly the sort of experience that pushes my buttons: long-term uncomfortable bondage. I really did not know how effective the pillory was at delivering that and find myself much more a fan of the device having now given it a chance. A big “thank you” to author Hunter Perez for providing the inspiration!

 

Metal would like to thank POW for this information and for these pictures! See more from POW by clicking here.

A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 10

By Hunter Perez

After the back-to-back craziness of Nicky and his pals plus the O’Dwyer incident, the prison went into lockdown. We had no idea how long it would last – Patterson told me the warden returned from his trip and ordered an indefinite confinement period there was an investigation into how Nicky and his fellow intruders broke into the prison and took guards as hostages, as well as a probe of how O’Dwyer managed to get his hands on dynamite and a horse-drawn wagon that he packed with his fellow prisoners.

Patterson and Charleson spent a great deal of time during the lockdown outside of my cell, speaking with myself and Zeb through the iron bars. Both were deeply appreciative of how we subdued the intruders, and they brought us items to keep us distracted while we were confined – magazines, blank notebooks and pens, cookies, candies and thickly packed sandwiches. The Jones boys also came by the cell to express their thanks for rescuing them, and when we began to converse I realized that my opinion of them was completely wrong – they were not dull and indolent, but were charming and unexpectedly funny once you got to know them. They shared their dissatisfaction with their work and confided they were looking for opportunities elsewhere. They also asked if Zeb and I could give them boxing lessons once the lockdown was over.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 09

By Hunter Perez

Holmgren walked me through unfamiliar corridors within the prison, and as we journeyed I began to develop a very bad headache. I don’t know if it was from the whiskey or if it was a crash from the adrenaline rush I felt in subduing the intruders, but the pain came on quickly. Holmgren had been talking, but in my discomfort I stopped listening to him – which I didn’t realize until he repeated a question twice without my generating an answer.

“You don’t look good – what’s wrong?” he asked.

“I feel like I’m having a migraine headache,” I said. “Do you have aspirin?”

“I don’t think it’s been invented yet,” he said. “But I have something in my kitchen that can make you feel better instantly.”

We walked out into a section of the prison grounds that I didn’t recognize. There were several small stone buildings and a few wooden sheds. A strong wind brought the scent of horse manure that betrayed the presence of the prison’s stables, which Holmgren pointed out to me.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 08

By Hunter Perez

Once we were inside the prison, I calmed down. Charleson and Patterson put me back on my feet, and I apologized to them for creating a commotion. Patterson ordered Charleson to return to Holmgren, then he unlocked my handcuffs and walked me back to my cell.

“Sorry we had to be rough on you, son,” Patterson said softly. “I don’t like hurting good people.”

“It was my fault, Sir, and I deserved it,” I said. “You and Private Charleson would be justified in submitting a conduct demerit over how I behaved.”

“I doubt the private will do anything of the sort,” Patterson replied. “And if he did, you have to remember that I am the one who approves and rejects those reports. I don’t see any conduct demerits in your future.”

When we reached the cell, Patterson assured me that Holmgren will able to solve whatever situation was taking place, and he thanked me for being concerned about the lieutenant’s safety. The opening and closing of the cell door awakened Zeb, who was sleeping naked in the middle of our bed. He blinked at me through half-asleep eyes and rolled himself to the edge of the bed, freeing up space for me to join him. While I wasn’t the least bit sleepy, I nonetheless rested next to Zeb.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 07

By Hunter Perez

Anyone who complains that I talk too much should spend an hour with Harry – he speaks at supersonic speed while weighing down his verbiage with a grab-bag of labored colloquialisms, off-tangent trivia and an endless supply of melodrama. I debated whether to share his story in its verbatim form, but I could not justify replicating the torture I experienced as his audience and, thus, I will offer the no-frills abbreviated version of his tale.

Harry worked in the finance office of a defense contractor based in New Mexico. He landed the job after graduating from college and remained there for a dozen years, with only a mild promotion in position and pay during that period – although he was insistent on thanking the company for covering the tuition costs so he could complete his graduate studies. As he was going into his thirteenth year with the company, he said that he uncovered some financial discrepancies he considered to be significant. He made some informal inquiries within the company but was unable to secure a satisfactory explanation regarding the final destination of the money in question. He approached his superiors about the matter, explaining at great length what he discovered.

“I was under the impression this would help raise my standing in the company,” he recalled.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 06

By Hunter Perez

After Holmgren introduced me to Quinn, I saw neither of them for several weeks. I have no idea what became of Holmgren, but I heard a few uncomplimentary things about Quinn. The first complaints came from Charleson, who somehow got into an argument with Quinn over the merits of Emily Brontë’s “Wuthering Heights,” which Charleson adored and Quinn loathed – and to make matters worse, Quinn insulted Charleson’s character based on his taste in literature.

“He had the audacity to question my intelligence and the type of home I was raised in,” Charleson fumed in confidence to me one afternoon. “Just because I wasn’t college educated like him doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate fine writing.”

More concerns about Quinn arose at the rock quarry when O’Dwyer started quizzing me about Quinn.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 05

By Hunter Perez

I never considered myself to be a jealous person, but after my meeting with Holmgren I was deeply envious of his encounter with Quinn, that adventure-seeking magazine writer he met at the schoolhouse. I was unable to fall asleep because I became consumed with resentfulness over Holmgren’s newfound happiness and the possibility that he might find himself in a romantic relationship.

“Why is he able to go out and about and meet people while I have stay locked in a cage?” I thought to myself. “He knows I don’t belong in here, but he’s keeping me here. He’ll probably keep me here for the rest of my life. He’ll probably quit one day and go off somewhere with his new boyfriend and I’ll be stuck behind bars until I die.”

My unhappiness forced me up, which was just as well because Zeb began snoring at an intolerable level. I sat at the foot of bed, sometimes glancing out of the cell door with the hope that Patterson would come chugging by for a quick chat. By mostly I stared at the floor, slowly asphyxiating myself with self-pity.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 04

By Hunter Perez

The rock quarry duties would last until mid-afternoon, at which point we would be brought back to our cells. Zeb would crash into a deep, tumult-free sleep, and I would be able to get some placid snoozing in – unlike the nights with Zeb’s snoring and thrashing keeping me up. One afternoon, shortly after we fell asleep, there was tapping at the cell door – it was Private Charleson, informing me that Holmgren wanted to see me in his office. I reluctantly got out of bed and walked out of the cell into the corridor, turning my back to Charleson and putting my hands behind my back. Charleson locked the cell and was about 15 paces down when he realized I was still standing at the cell door.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he walked back.

“I thought I was going to be handcuffed,” I said, still groggy from being awakened. “Whenever Sergeant Patterson would take me to see the lieutenant, he would always handcuff me.”

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