We also hit limits on isolation and sensory deprivation. We knew that prisons once used solitary confinement to break even hardened criminals so, of course, we want to try it. I had him build a cell in my attic dungeon and left him in darkness for a couple of days. Of course I found a small failure in his service to me to justify his punishment and loved the moment I turned the key on his cell. It was more frightening for him than we thought it would be. He had water, a toilet, and food he could access in the dark. No sound or light entered his room until I started playing tapes of my voice to him. Aside from experimenting with our FLR, I put him in it because I thought I could get more work done on a paper I was working on if he were not underfoot for a few days. That was a failure. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. At one point a few vanilla friends stopped in for a visit but, ridiculously, I had trouble not blurting out where I had stored him. I don’t know if I was excited or nervous. I was probably both. Of course, my girlfriend Heather wanted to come by and see his cell. We crept quietly up to my attic dungeon because I didn’t want him to hear us moving around. It seems silly to admit this because there was nothing to see but a door but lying on the stairs staring a his cell got us both so worked up we almost didn’t make it back to the bedroom. To keep it safer, I never left the house. Once I heard him pound on the door begging to be let out. A few minutes later he angrily demanded to be let out. That was a difficult moment for me. It was very hard to stay strong. Moments before I broke and opened the door he started intoning his mantra. “I am only a slave. It is a privilege to serve.”** I knew we had both passed a test. Twice each day at different times I visited him. When I thought we had both reached our limits I visited him for the last time. I dressed in is favorite leathers. I asked him if he were ready to leave his cell and come back to me a better servant. The dear man actually cried and admitted to being less of a servant than he could have been and promised to increase his efforts. I admit to teasing him about leaving him in for much longer. How could I resist when he was so pliable? He has been a better servant after such an experience. However, playing on the edge is dangerous.