This story really begins before 2009 when I lost my partner after more
than a half
century and after the illness destroyed both body and mind. Previously,
I coped the illnesses for 10 years. When I lost my partner, best friend
and pal, I was lost and lonely. I accidentally found the Internet
site of Bondagemaster.com and "Master Jack” and a film he called
‘Get Arrested’. Having had two unpleasant experiences with the police (nothing
serious, but related to my depression caused by my partner's death) I decided
to investigate. The clicking sound of handcuffs ratcheting closed and locking
was exciting especially when I knew it was all ‘show’.
I had experienced the real thing. Twice! One thing led to another. I
applied for a scene, was accepted and eventually that led to my visit
to Tucson, Arizona, and meeting both “Master Jack” and Guard T, ‘star’
of the film “Get Arrested” I had watched it over and over and over on my
computer. I felt I had everything to gain and nothing to lose by contacting
“Master Jack” and visiting Tucson.
I made my own copy and still
keep it in my “Favorites” file. In my business career as a major executive
of two large U.S. corporations, I had traveled and lived in many exotic
places from Helsinki to Copenhagen, to London to Paris to South Africa
and South America, to Israel to Jordan. I swam with Piranha in the Amazon
River, canoed to the brink of Iguassu Falls and hunted with Indians
in Brazil. I explored the ruins of Machu Pichu in Peru, entered the Soviet
Union (undocumented) at the height of the Cold War ---to name but a very
few things I did (with my partner) in search of adventure.
I was very bored and restless when my major decision every day,
at the clubhouse, was to choose between poached salmon, Filet Mignon or
lamb chops for dinner. I contacted “Master Jack” and this what ensued.
THESE ARE EVENTS THAT MAY SERVE MY OBJECTIVE TO SHARE WITH YOU AN EXPERIENCE
THAT I BELIEVE SAVED MY LIFE AND SANITY. THIS REPRESENTS A FACTUAL ACCOUNT
OF MY FIRST VISIT TO ‘MASTER JACK”.
I HAVE BEEN BACK TO VISIT “MASTER JACK’ AND GUARD T MANY TIMES SINCE
MY ORIGINAL VISIT AND I WILL CONTINUE TO VISIT AS LONG AS THEY WILL HAVE
ME AND AS LONG AS I AM ABLE TO TRAVEL THE DISTANCE BETWEEN WHERE I LIVE
AND TUCSON, ARIZONA.
I booked my flight to Arizona and advised “Master Jack’ of my travel
Jack” promised to meet the plane and told me to telephone him by cell
phone once I had
arrived, collected my luggage, and wait for him in front of the terminal.
When he drove
up he would pop the trunk of the car so that I could put my luggage
in. He instructed me
to enter the car in the rear seat.
The car arrived with driver and a passenger. Jack identified himself
but not the second
man. Although I did not realize it at the time, my ‘adventure’ had begun!
The car left the airport and shortly entered a small dark, deserted, street/driveway
and stopped. The passenger got out of the car, came around the car, opened
the door where I was sitting, and expertly handcuffed my hands behind
my back, applied leg irons, made
me lean over and fastened me in place with the seat belt. He returned
to his original
position, entered the car, The car immediately drove away. A strange
man was driving
who I now know was “ Master Jack”. He entered traffic and continued
at normal speeds. I
was completely surprised, Completely immobilized. My mind was racing
unexpected sequence of events. I had never seen either of my captors
before. I did not
know where I was nor where I was going. I slid around and, strained,
to look out the
corner of the car window and see something. Anything. Anything
that could, eventually
be used to track where I had been, should I still be alive and there
was an interview with
someone. In preparation for the trip I had $2,000 in cash and $25,000
in credit cards and
some $5.00 bills for tips in my pocket – enough for some people to
do crazy things. The
only thing I saw that was recognizable was a sign that read ‘Canada’.
I saw nothing
else. It was a dark night. Both my captors were silent. We drove for
about 20 minutes. I
counted (60 seconds to a minute as I had learned to due during World
War II) and could
only tell that we had left the city and were somewhere in the
countryside. The car made
several turns which I assumed indicated that we had entered a subdivision.
the sequence of the turns, right and left. The car stopped a
moment, went down a short
incline which I decided was a short driveway. I heard the sound
of an overhead door
opening. The car entered the structure and the door was closed. The
same man who had
immobilized me with handcuffs and leg irons got out of the car, came
around the car to
where I was half sitting and half laying, still secured by the seat
belt. He, removed the leg
irons, opened the door to what appeared to be a very large garage closet.
He helped ms
descend from the car and ushered me inside what I had judged to be
a closet. It was a
a prison cell furnished only by a prison type metal bunk bed The bed
plastic covered mats, two plastic covered pillows and two heavy wool
instructed me to “strip” and wait. He removed the handcuffs and leg
irons, opened the
cell door, and left after closing and locking it. The man returned.
Unlocked then opened
the cell door and entered. He strip searched me, He handed me
an orange prison
jumpsuit, prison type orange ‘slippers’ and said, “Put these on” He
waited while I
dressed He. installed the handcuffs, leg irons again and a length
of chain to restrict my
movements away from the bed and left. He took all my possessions and
locked the cell door. He made no comment. I was alone not knowing
what to expect.
‘Master Jack” never appeared.
Overhead lights were never extinguished. It was impossible to tell time
nor whether it
was day or night. All I knew was that I was a prisoner of two men I
had never seen
before, in a prison cell, somewhere in Arizona or even Mexico and that
I had arrived on a
Friday night at somewhere about midnight. My clothes, identification,
watch etc. had all been taken from me by my ‘jailer’.
With the lights on at all times, time had no meaning. My ‘jailer’ returned
carrying a bucket and what turned out to be a hood to become a part of
my prison costume with
handcuffs and leg irons.. He told me that the bucket would serve as
a toilet. He placed the bucket on the floor and proceeded to instruct me
on ‘comportment’. He emphasized that I should not make any sound nor speak
unless asked a question and that any and all instructions were to be obeyed
immediately and without question. My replies should be simply “Yes” or
“No” but always with “Sir” added. If I needed to speak I should address
him as Guard T. I should ask permission to speak and I might be granted
permission or not. He placed a bottle of ice water on the floor
and told me to drink it all citing a very low humidity level (not mentioning
Arizona nor Mexico) but citing the higher humidity levels I was accustomed
to. He was very careful to point out that the cell and my activities were
being monitored ‘at all times’ and placed a small buzzer within easy reach
should I need to contact someone at any time due to a physical problem.
Guard T produced an orange hood, gave it to me with the instructions that
the hood was to be worn at all times when I was to leave the cell
unless I was otherwise instructed.. Guard T emphasized that any misuse
or departure from these instructions would result in an unpleasant ‘disciplinary’
action. The buzzer was only to be used if I needed help with a physical
or health related problem. He exited, locked the cell door, I explored
my surroundings. I sat on the bed and waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing.
No sound, no movement, Nothing.
The cell door was kept closed and locked at all times and opened only
by Guard T when
some event was to take place or Guard T wanted to check the handcuffs
or leg irons to
make sure they were in place but not too tight. Great care was taken
sensitive wrists. When the cell was opened I automatically donned the
orange hood and
waited for Guard T to remove hand cuffs and leg irons and take me somewhere.
Generally I did not know where I was being taken, nor for what purpose
happened. Sometimes Guard T removed the chain that kept me fastened
to the bed and
simply said “Stand up’. On these occasions he checked the hand
cuffs and leg irons, told
me to lie down and reattached the chain keeping me close to the bed.
I lay down, tired from my long journey to Arizona. I slept. How long? I
don’t know as I had no way of telling with the overhead light burning.
No windows. No time piece, clock nor wrist watch. After what was probably
a hour or two Guard T appeared with my tooth brush, tooth paste and nighttime
medications! This is noted because it is a perfect ‘lead in’ to the bizarre
events that characterized a typical day for me. My ‘scene’
(“Master Jack” elects to call the ‘visits’ made by men who come to him
for times ranging
from a day to weeks, ‘Scenes’. These men have come to “Master Jack”
from all over the world (North and South America, Europe, Asia, etc., etc.,
etc.) for many reasons and from many walks of life from corporate
executives to both Protestant and Roman Catholic clerics, skilled surgeons,
educators etc. but all feeling the deep need to ‘get away’ from their lives
for a short time to think and sometimes, just ‘sort things
Many seek the help of psychologists, analysts, clerics or other ‘professionals’
with human nature. Some, unfortunately do not seek help and tragedy
Each ‘Scene’ represents many hours of attention to design the ‘Scene’
to meet the needs
of the ‘guest’ and may provide the ‘guest’ with a solution to the emotional
problems “Master Jack’ discovers from both a written ‘profile” completed
by the ‘guest’ long before coming to Tucson as well as the telephone interview
in advance of arrival in Tucson.
“Master Jack” has no formal training in medicine nor related fields,
that I know of. But he does seem to read a great deal of material. And
he has a lifetime of human experience and a native talent to understand
people, their needs and how to find ways to ‘feed’ them what they
need in-spite of the fact they may not even know it. He knows instinctively
exactly how far he can ‘push’ each man who comes to him, finding ways for
the man to help himself – always the best way for a long term solution.
Many of his ‘guests’ come again and again and again. Some once every year,
Some every 5 years. Each receives the kind of individual attention he needs.
“Master Jack’s” techniques could be considered by some as controversial.
All are based on ‘common sense’. Absolutely no drugs nor chemical substances
are involved. Ever. And I myself have returned for over 10 visits.
From the moment I came to “Master Jack” for a ‘scene’ he and I
had agreed upon
months earlier, until I was carried back to the airport, caught my
flight home, I was never
abused nor mistreated but always kept off guard and ready to
accept everything and
anything that “Master Jack” and Guard T, came up with from a gourmet
dinner to a pool
party complete with outside B-B-Que,, fun with Rex and spa (some men
never leave the prison cell or the dungeon. Every scene is different. Master
Jack judged I needed “breaks.” He was right.
Every ‘event’ started with Guard T arriving at the cell unexpectedly,
event, opening the cell door, and conducting me to the event where
“Master Jack’ would
be waiting and the event (if pleasant like dinner, or a pool
party or a trip by car to see the
special sights of the area like Mt. Lemmon and Sabino Canyon, was called
would take place. There was only one event that was called by
both “Master Jack” and
Guard T as discipline when I consciously disobeyed the instruction
for conduct as
carefully explained by Guard T. The loosely fitting orange hood
was never removed when
I was out of the cell until I arrived wherever Guard T was conducing
I was laying chained to the bed – not comfortable in both handcuffs
and leg irons
carefully and expertly applied by Guard T some hours (?) earlier but
strangely not as
uncomfortable as these restrictions might suggest. Guard T arrived,
entered the cell and
simply said “Master Jack has invited you to have dinner with him”.
He unlocked and
opened the cell door, entered, and removed the chain that attached
me to the bed, Guard
T said “Getup”. With hand cuffs and leg irons and hood in place, Guard
T conducted me
out of the cell and we walked for some distance. At some point we stopped.
removed the hood, handcuffs and leg irons. I found himself in a formal
Guard T indicated a chair and I sat. As I discovered when “Master Jack”
arrived, and sat
a few moments later and sat at the head of the table, I was seated
on “Master Jack’s right
– the seat generally reserved for the most honored guest. I ate a sumptuous
dinner of a center cut filet mignon (prepared extra, extra, extra rare
exactly as I
preferred), a salad, several vegetables and desert. After some stimulating
(the first I had had in months/years) as casually as one would suggest
that “it looks like
rain so don’t forget your umbrella’, “Master Jack” looked at Guard
T and said “Well, it
seems about time for John to go back to his cell”.
Guard T, rose from his chair, came to me, still seated, and indicated
that I was to rise. I
got up as ordered and Guard T expertly applied handcuffs, leg
irons and hood. He
ushered me from the dining room and back to the cell without a word
Where we arrived at the cell he unlocked and opened the cell door, indicated
the I was to
lie down on the bed, chained me to the bed, and exited the cell after
locking the cell
door. From the moment “Master Jack” indicated that it was time for
me to return to the
cell until I was alone in the cell, not a word was spoken.
One of Guard T’s instructions when he was giving me the rules of comportment
NEVER to speak unless answering a question A simple yes, sir or no,
sir is enough.. The
promise of ‘disciplinary action’ was enough to guarantee my silence.
Guard T left and I
was alone. Time (hours?) passed. Nothing. Total silence.
Long time character habits are very difficult to break and one of mine
insisting on doing things my way. Now I had to do as told and I did
not like it at all. I
looked and looked and looked and thought and thought and thought about
a million and
one things and finally, grudgingly came to the conclusion that living
a ‘scene’ with
“Master Jack” and Guard T was not really bad after all.
Without warning Guard T appeared and before opening the cell door asked
“Will you go
swimming with us? I replied “Yes sir. I would like that. Guard T responded
“I did not ask
you if you liked it or not. A simple yes or no is all that was called
for. You evidently did
not understand or chose to ignore the instructions I gave you.” Guard
T produced swim
trunks and said simply, “Here, put these on.”. He removed the handcuffs,
and leg irons
and waited while I had the swim trunks on and said, “OK let’s go.”.
He opened the cell door and waited a moment, then applied the handcuffs,
leg irons and hood as was always the case when I was to leave the cell.
He unlocked and opened the cell door and when conducting me out of the
cell, Guard T asked me “ Did you not understand the instructions I gave
you?”. I replied, “Yes sir, I understood them.” To which Guard T observed,”
Then it is obvious you elected to ignore them. Master Jack is waiting so
we’ll see what should be done about this a little later.” We proceeded
until we came to the pool and stopped. Guard T removed the hood, handcuffs
and leg irons.
Master Jack was in the pool and Rex was on the pool desk obviously
enjoying playing ball with ‘Master Jack” and then Guard T. and I entered
into the pool and also
enjoyed the horseplay. The moment was truly magical with Arizona mountains
background and the beginning of a spectacular sunset.
When it started to cool off, as it does in the desert when the sun goes
down,” Master Jack”
simply said, “It seems like time for him to go back to his cell” Guard
T reached down and
gave ma hand out of the pool, gave me a towel , a moment to dry
myself and take off
the wet swim suit.. Without any comment, Guard T installed the leg
irons, handcuffs and
hood and conducted me, now nude except for the handcuffs, leg irons
and hood back to
the cell.. The cell door had remained open when we went to the pool.
I entered. Guard T
told me to lie down on the bed while he attached the chain keeping
me near the bed.
Guard T observed. “ I must speak with “Master Jack” about what we should
your ignoring my instructions. He opened the cell door, and without
further word closed
it, locked it and left. I lay nude, except for handcuffs, and leg irons,
and attached by
chain to the bed.
Shortly (30 to 45 minutes or so later) Guard T returned, entered the
cell, and said “You
decided to ignore my instructions knowing that disciplinary action
would follow. I have
discussed this with. ‘Master Jack” in detail and were are in complete
establishing rules of conduct is probably one of the most important
parts of any ‘scene.
Breaking these rules means that everything the scene hopes to accomplish
Guard T conducted me Nude except for the orange hood into the open
space now empty
except for a steel cage about 3’ x 5’ sitting in the middle of the
garage on a tarpaulin.
Guard T said, “ I suggested a good flogging and several strokes with
a whip.” “Master
Jack” wisely observed that it would be better to give you time to contemplate
and understand the need of any operation to establish rules of conduct.
understood, and enforce them. So we decided to put you in our disciplinary
cage and let
you spend some time thinking about the consequences of ignoring the
rules of the society
you are in. I’m glad you did not bring your orange jump suit. It will
not be needed. You
will not need the orange hood. I have a better one that will go with
your new outfit.
“Master Jack” addressed Guard T saying, Guard T, take the orange hood
off and put this
one on. Remove the handcuffs but leave the leg irons on and help him
into his new outfit.
“Master Jack” produced a black leather hood and straitjacket.
With the help of Guard T, I was placed in both the leather hood and
completely encased “Master Jack” said. “Guard T, please check both
the leather hood and
straitjacket to make sure everything is well fastened and then help
him get into the
cage and secure the cage. He will spend some time in there and we have
to make sure
everything is tight. In the meantime let's watch the news on TV. We
can enjoy it and then
check on him before we go to bed. I think he will have the night to
really contemplate the
results of ignoring the rules of the society in which he lives.”
“Master Jack” continued speaking to me, “ You have been under surveillance
moment since your ‘Scene’ began.” Guard T helped me get into the cage,
cage door and left without comment. Guard T had departed and
I was alone,
immobilized in both hood and straight jacket with, only my thoughts,
“Master Jack” had planned. After some time (hours?) impossible to tell,
came to the conclusion that my present predicament was really of my
own doing. It started when I sacrificed a lifetime of experience in search
of an adventure. I found the adventure and didn’t really like what I had
found. I recognized that I had made a bad deal exchanging everything I
had including memories of a good life with my partner,
for a few moments of ‘adventure’.
Some time later Guard T arrived at the cage and said ‘It’s time to get
ready to go home.
Guard T opened the cage. I rolled out. Guard T removed the leg irons,
leather hood and conducted me back to he cell. Guard T removed the
leg irons and told
me only ‘Follow me. He led me to a well furnished bed room with adjoining
bathroom and told me to go to bad, sleep, take a shower if I wished
and get ready to go
I slept, wakened, and had hot shower. My clothing and personal effects
set out for me, money and valuables 100% intact. Guard T arrived and
said, “It’s time to
go to the airport”. A Town Car and driver were waiting for me at the
door. The car took
me to the Tucson International Airport where I had arrived a several
days earlier looking
for adventure. I pondered the several days of adventure. I have
not related all of it, particularly my time in the dungeon, for not everything
needs to be revealed. Let me say that much of what I found stimulating
was in the dungeon with Master Jack who has an incredible amount of equipment
and knows how to use it. But he asked that I leave that to the future prisoners
to discover for themselves.
I cleared security, boarded the plane and was on my way. I arrived home
on time but until
this moment, I never forgot my ‘adventure’ and what I had learned.
I recognized that
from the moment I had been ‘taken prisoner’ in the back seat of the
car, my captors had
always my welfare foremost in mind even when I was being ‘disciplined’
in the cage,
showing me what I needed to know about myself and about life was the
lesson to be
learned from every moment of my ‘Scene’. Everything tied in to both
the profile form I
had completed and sent to “Master Jack” months before I had ever embarked
Tucson and the telephone interview I had had with “Master Jack” a few
days before my
“Master Jack” had asked me to let him know when I got home safely. I
did and resumed
my everyday life. I never forgot what I had learned and the friends
I had made, possibly
the truest friends I have made since I lost my partner. Without question,
professionals. Above all friends interested in me, my well being, and
confusion and grief at the loss of a foundation block I found
hard to live without.
No understanding of a visit to “Master Jack’ would be complete without
a reference to REX, their very special German Shepherd dog who is very
much a part of “Master Jack’s” household. Rex lives a life that many, many
people would envy. Having had several German Shepherds, I can tell you,
this is one special dog. He's brighter than a lot of people I've met.
As for "Furloughs, I've had many... to the top of Mt. Lemmon- the the
Desert Museum- to the Symphony, several times- the the homes of famous
people in the area (no not in "Orange".) When I'm out I'm allowed to wear
civilian clothes. To a restaurant high above Tucson for which you have
to pass through a tunnel-to the Saguaro National Park- to Sabino Canyon-
to the birthplace of the Chimichanga. Believe me after my many visits,
I know and have come to love the Tucson area. I've contemplated buying
a house here.
This was a short retrospective of my first visit to Master Jack and
Guard T. Many followed. This was written in Dec. of 2012 and I hope to
continue coming back over and over. I learn something more each time and
stay for prolonged visits, socializing with many of their friends during
my “furloughs.” I believe in what they are doing. It is a very unique service.
I shall be back next March for another "scene."
John died of a heart attack while visiting his daughter at their Estancia
outside of Sao Paulo, Brazil, about one month after he wrote the above
piece. Although he lived in Florida, he still traveled a great deal, visiting
friends and family from all over the world. He is missed greatly. His warmth,
wit and perception was enjoyed constantly. We talked almost everyday on
the phone when he wasn't here, for he still suffered bouts of extreme depression
caused by the loss of his partner. Every time I picked him up at the airport,
he would say, “I'm home.”