Folks, the music torture is not silly.
I was once firmly spreadeagled on my bed, chained to all 4 and wearing only a speedo type underwear and a panel gag when my captor (housemate) went over to my dvd player and put on a mild 50's tune and set it on repeat. I mumbled around the free space in the gag that that wasn't so bad, trying to goad him into making it more interesting.
He simply replied as he opened the windows to let all the fresh night air in, "it will be." And with that he left closing the door behind him.
By 3 AM I tried calling to him, but with the music playing and the door closed, there was little chance of waking him.
By 9AM I hated that damned song with a passion. All night I couldn't sleep or even nod off. I couldn't move except for my fingers and head.
Every time that song restarted, i was back to present reality: chilled by the evening breeze with every muscle in my body beginning to stiffen up.
The duct tape he generously provided in long strips on my arms and legs was turning to an anaconda as it seemed to envelop every hair it touched especially under my arm pits and other sensitive spots. Ripping it off would be miserable as with every moment that was now passing it was as though it was reminding me of that more and more.
At about 10AM he came in all fresh and smiles having had his shower and breakfast first and asked if I had slept well and laughed.
He was glad I was tied up. I learned the true meaning of the phrase "Fit to be Tied."
Finally he shut off the music and released me, but for one ankle. He said he'd free that when I got all the tape off (he didn't want me to use the shower to help loosen the glue --- he wanted it to rip the flesh from my bones (OK that was a slight exaggeration, but you get the idea).

About 20 minutes later, after much yelling with my mouth closed, I was finally free of that stuff. It was especially bad as the roll was old and the glue just stayed on the skin.
One hot shower and a bit of sunburn relief cream and some more substantial clothes, and I was fit to go (back to sleep in any chair I landed in for awhile).
Today, I might put a whole album on repeat, but never again just one song.....
[if you like these vignettes please let me know and I might dribble off a few more over time]