The Box Continued

Continued from The Box

Well I lugged the box into the motel room and received permission from Sir to unpack the Box.  Sir and I have limited time together so time is always of the essence.  I felt like I was a small child again with the wonder of Christmas as I unwrapped each item from the bubble wrap.  I could make no rhyme or reasons from the pieces as I laid them out on the bed but I knew it was wonderful.  Sir arrived and we got out the instructions and started putting the stockade together.

The design of the stockade is amazing, extremely sturdy, and flexible in its uses.  Rick at Dungeon Delights says that with use, it can be constructed in minutes and I agree with that statement.  And I have to mention Rick is the nicest person and so focused on the customer, it is shocking and refreshing in this world of automated voices.   As he says, he sells experiences and I am sure I will have plenty of those.  Sir has continued to think of new uses with the various pieces provided and taunts me with possibilities although he gives me no specifics.

The flexibility of the stockade is based on the variety of pieces that comes with the complete set.  The wrist portion of the basic “H” has angled end bars so that the hands lie palm flat on the ground.  The ankle portion of the basic “H” has attachment screw holes on the tops and ends of the bar.  The dildo holder, chest piece and neck collar are each optionally attached to the center bar of the basic “H”.  The ankles and wrists can be held rigid if the screw-in shackles are used.  If more movement is desired, there are oval rings that can be screwed into the bars and then shackles can be locked in place.  In addition, if O-rings are screwed into the bars, wrists and ankles can be secured with rope (sounds yummy to me for some reason, :) ).  In addition, some of the pieces can be used for other purposes.  It fit very nicely on the bed which I was very thankful for since the motel floor carpet is very rough on the knees.

Now for the moment of truth!  Sir said to put my blindfold on and I kept fumbling with it.  I couldn’t get it just right whether from shaking fingers or an attempt to delay the inevitable but eventually I had no more excuses.  Sir said to position myself and I was a mixture of excitement and hesitation.  I imagine it is like being told to crawl into a cage where once inside, there is no going back.  Now I sit here wondering why on earth I obeyed so readily and next time, I will protest and object!  Yeah right!  And with that first click of the lock on the collar there is no going back.  There was an immediate sense of immobility that is similar to other play with metal but yet different.  I was comfortable but 2 hours later I had a laundry list of aches and pains.  I know I started thinking and obsessing over my accessibility and vulnerability.  My ass and my feet must have looked inviting targets and all my ideas of hiding or moving or struggling were for naught.  There was nothing I could do.

The immobility is absolute.  I fought it and even tried to flip the stockade or stand up. Futile gesture on my part. Sir laughed at me, :) .  I was immobile for Sir’s pleasure even if it was just to exist while he watched golf.  The lack of wiggle room is extremely frustrating and monotonous and the rigidity makes it impossible to hide in sub space.  There are no knots to seek out and tempt my hands, no shifting of the weight to alleviate pain, or getting rolled over just to change the situation.  I exist and that is all.  If there is any stimulus, it comes from Sir.  Otherwise I have only my thoughts and fear to keep me company.

There is a fear associated with the stockade and a sense of no going back once the locks are clicked.  I have a safe word but that is for medical emergencies and not other purposes so there is no release from the stockade until Sir releases me.  The fear is of anything that pops into my mind and taunts me.  The potential for the fear makes it difficult to willingly participate in positioning and the slow locking of appendages.  There is no slow seduction as with rope but rather an imprisoned feeling.  Why do I so willingly move into position although this inner rebel wants to say “Make me!”?  My obedience, my curiosity, and the desire for restraint conquers my hesitation and I end up straddling the thing before I even think not to.

The question comes to mind why it is so different from ropes and shackles.  It is not like I have never been tied so tight that I can’t move.  And that is a major difference .. rope.  I love the tightness, seduction, cocooning, and caressing nature of rope that metal does not provide.  It is the word “tight” that I have pleaded for since I met Sir not immobility.  Immobility is a consequence of tight bondage but not what my soul craves.  I will always love rope more than anything and yet shackles and the immobility of the stockade intrigues me and I desire the immobility.  Immobility is what lurks in my fantasies not rope.  This stockade forces me to live my fantasies and live with the result of throwing coins in fountains.  Who wouldn’t be afraid of their fantasies made real?

I love this new adventure and exploration of the sensations the stockade awakens.  It is of course the control issue.  My love of rope makes surrender of control illusive since I am so willing of a participant.  It is only the pain of the bondage or impact play that forces me to accept I am not in control.  The stockade takes my control and hands it to Sir gift wrapped with a bow.  Different forms of restraints are tweaking different aspects of that inner need for tightness and immobility and surrender of control.  It is my damnable curiosity that captures my interest and views myself as a lab rat and wonders what happens when you poke it here?

Stay tuned for more test results.

About bonimiss

bonimiss only found her kinky side in her early 50s and thankfully found Sir shortly after. She is is a long distance journey with Sir and is constantly amazed at the new and exciting experiences and discoveries. You can contact her at bonimiss through the Submissive Guide Community.
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One Response to The Box Continued

  1. ted_subby says:

    Very nice description.

    What you describe about the coldness and complete immobility is scary and exciting at the same time. I don’t think I have ever been in a situation of complete immobilization.

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