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Update: Master Mike’s computer-controlled lockdown

Master Mike writes,

Here is the final piece of my electro magnet setup. I wrote this program that can be run from any PC with internet access. It basically controls the remote timer connected to the electro magnet system. There are two timers, the local timer that cannot be remotely controlled and is currently set to 8 hours, and the remote time that is currently set to 2 hours and can be controlled by the prison guard program. Both timers need to be active for the magnet to be on. The prison guard program can be used to set up cycles to reset the remote timer. It can also be used to optionally set release time after the execution of a number of cycles.

In the example below, the cycle time is set to 32 minutes and set for 7 cycles:

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When 3 cycles remain, the program will release the magnet for 2 seconds.

This works out to be a maximum restraint time of 03:44:06 with the earliest possible release of 02:08:00. As you can see in the example below, I slept through the first two early release cycles.

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The system is completely safe. The remote time cannot exceed the local time value currently set to 8 hours. If the internet connection is lost, then the remote time will finish out its 2-hour time and release the magnet. In the case of a power failure, the magnet will release.

That being said, there is no other escape.

Only Paul knows the password to access the prison guard program and relay. I cannot clear the timers from my iPad or by calling anyone else to release the timer. The only way I can get out is to call Paul. As for the bed, the left arm is held by the magnet, which has a 1,200-pound hold that is bolted to the floor with the wires running under the carpet. There is no way to pull it off. At the bottom of the magnet block is the key to unlock the restraints. There is absolutely no way to escape. The same system works on the gurney and for the cage.

There is also a camera for the guard to monitor and communicate with the prisoner.

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Metal would like to thank Master Mike for sharing this information and sending these pictures!

 

Pictures from the vault: Jockstrap

Does anybody remember the guy known as Jockstrap? He sent these pictures way back in 2012, but I have since lost touch with the guy.

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Jockstrap wrote at the time:

Dear Metal,

This is how Chris locked me up today after we trained.

And I have you to thank for stimulating his imagination for ways in which to use the ‘saddle’ as he calls my new belt. I really hate it being called that, I have to say. If you look at the photos you will see that as well as it being locked on, its also helping to keep my new ‘chain-kini’ in place – a double length of thick chain padlocked round the back of my rig, going under my legs either side and then up the front of the rig – each chain passing through those leather retainers on the front of the new belt, so they can’t move out of position and then locked off to the rig, as tight as he can get. Shitting is a challenge and a problem – and life is even less comfortable than before. Still, it’s better than all the extra weight I had to cope with over Christmas.

I know he is sorting me a new collar – and he keeps grinning and saying “you’re not gonna like it!”

I’m sure he’s right about that.

Hope all’s well with you anyway

 

 

I wonder if Jockstrap is still getting chained up by his trainer. Hey Jockstrap, if you are out there somewhere, let us know!

 

 

Staked out

Here are some pictures from a reader, along with his story behind the pictures:

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Hey man.

Here is the story behind these pics:

There was this dude who I used to play with sometimes. He lived in the city but also had a house upstate with a lot of dungeon gear. He asked me if I wanted to come up and be kept tied up for a weekend — and I had never done anything like that so I said yes.

He also asked another dude he knew to come up for the weekend, and the two of them picked me up in his car in the city. They immediately made me strip off my shoes/socks/shirt, then cuffed me and drove me about 3 hours up to his place in the country. Once we arrived, they immediately stripped off my jeans and boxers, then marched me out back behind his house. It was a real country house and didn’t have any neighbors.

He already had the stakes all set out, and made me lay on the ground and stretched me out with ropes. After they had my ankles and wrists tied, he also tied a rope around my balls and stretched those down to another stake.

Then they told me that I was going to be left there until dark (it was only about 1pm at that point, so I was a little panicky — but couldn’t get loose). They went into the house for a while, so I was stuck outside alone — but every half hour or so, one of the guys would come out, stroke my cock with baby oil till I was hard and close to shooting, but wouldn’t let me shoot. When I got too close, they would just walk away and leave me alone again. They would also take a long thin branch and whip my feet and my balls at different points. This lasted for about 5 hours or so — and by the time it was beginning to get dark, I was really trying to get loose and begging — but they still wouldn’t untie me. It was a pretty intense scene.

 

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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Number 6 – Part 3

By Mister-X / Spartan

After that middle of the night conversation, nothing out of the ordinary happened for a week. I’d been taken back to the gym for my exercises, and had started getting my body back into proper condition. Then one day there was a change. The three guards came into my room again, including the one who had visited me. I was soon being marched, restrained as always, to another room.

I was sat down on a metal chair which had straps attached, and was soon restrained tightly to it. Another man entered the room. The three guards were positioned at the back. My blindfold and gag were removed. When he started speaking I recognized the voice who had addressed all of us. I realized then that this had been a test.

“Number 6, I am disappointed in you. You were visited by one of my guards with a story to test your loyalty to me, and you didn’t report the conversation. Why?”

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