MEMBER ARTICLE: Kinky Prison Camp – Part 2
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Recon News
20 October 2020
dutchpupmomo flew to Berlin to spend a weekend in a kinky Prison Roleplay Camp. Part 1 covered his journey to Prison Camp and what he found there, now in Part 2, discover what took place and the impact it had.
The prisoner came in sight as fast as he went, but I could still hear his chains hit the concrete of his cell when they pushed him in. That's the thing about concrete cells, you can barely see anything, but you can hear everything, and I mean everything, crystal clear. "Turn around," they ordered him, "Present your feet". More chains dragging across the concrete, then suddenly silence. I was too afraid to breathe. Before I could, I heard the whiplash of a crop, and a scream so loud I swore I could feel the crop too. This went on for a couple of iterations. "Thank you, Sir', the prisoner said. The guard spat on him then walked past my cell. I mistakenly made eye contact with the him. He stopped and looked back deep in my eyes. "You want it next, boy?", I muttered, "No, please, Sir". He chuckled and walked off. We could hear every footstep, up through to the loud screech of the steel door slamming shut once again. We were then alone.
Remember that bit about staying in character? And remember that part about waiting? This didn't let up. Still handcuffed and pretty spooked by the flogging session - that I'd only heard but felt like I could feel - all us inmates were alone together, right next to each other. Being an extrovert, I couldn't help but try and say something. "How's it going over there?", I asked the obvious candidate. In a ghostly voice he said, "What do you think?". We all chuckled; at least the ice had been broken. From there, still unable to see each other, we chatted and got to know one another - our kinks, what we hoped would and wouldn't happen at the camp. We bonded. The most peculiar thing I found from that was that none of us had any interest in knowing each other's' names; perhaps we all inherently wanted to stay in character. Instead, we gave each other nicknames, from the countries we were from, and these stuck throughout the camp. I was Holland, then there was Switzerland, Germany, and Finland. From time to time, we'd here that loud screech of the door again, our hearts would skip a beat and we'd instantly shut up. The guards would come and tease us a bit, play with us, who was next we never knew. Speaking for myself, I couldn't tell whether I hoped or dreaded being next! Nonetheless, my heart was racing for hours. Then we'd go back to chatting. I must say, I've never experienced bonding with someone like that. Those impressions stick with you. It wasn't until that evening, when the guards dragged us out of our cells for the first night of play, that we actually got to see each other's' faces.
Dragging our chains along, we briefly got to see just how big the dungeon - our home for the weekend - really was. Only briefly though, because we immediately got lined up, side-by-side, diametrically opposed to the guards. At this moment, they really let the power exchange sink in, and so simply as well, with just silence. We stood, chained and helpless, as they took their time to enjoy the view, knowing they had total control. Master Chris then explained the rules of the camp to us, and they were simple: obey and things will go fine, disobey, and, well, Master Chris didn't finish that sentence as expected. He just grabbed the prisoner most on the left, pulled him over to the stocks, locked him in, and literally shaved his head in front of us. My jaw hit the floor. I really felt helpless, and I knew I had to obey.
Fast forward a bit. Though sleeping in a prison cell and uniform is an experience in and of itself, I have to say, for me, the most memorable part of this experience was waking up. Sure, I slept fine, but waking up like that, in a prison cell and a prison uniform; instant hard on. Really no other way to describe it. The guards brought us our breakfast in our cells. We chatted amongst ourselves a bit, enjoying the little relaxation we had that morning. Then the interrogations started.
One by one, the guards took us to the interrogation room for questioning about our "crime" (all part of the role playing). But waiting for your turn was almost as intense as the interrogation. Why? Remember that part about waiting? Oh, and remember that part of hearing everything? Imagine waiting, in a cell, and hearing echoes of all sorts of screams. The mind wanders to new places, indeed. It was like a constant buzz of fear and horniness, kept afloat by the incessant thoughts of what the hell was going on over there, and what would happen to me? All the while, the guards didn't leave us waiting inmates alone. We were just as much theirs to play with as the interrogatee. We were basically their toys, it felt so objectifying, and it made me so hard. One game was to see who could stand the longest with flour on their feet and heavy chains on their shoulders, without moving the flour. If you lost or disobeyed, they would throw you in the sensory deprivation cell, pitch black and pure silence. I ended up in there once and it's hard to describe. Your thoughts are so intense when there is so little to entertain the senses. It felt like hours in there. I thought about my life like it was on replay, I thought about my kink experiences, I thought about how horny I was, then about my student years, then about kink experiences again - it was relentless. When I got out, they told me I was in there for 15 minutes!
Now I wish I could tell you next about my interrogation experience, but to be honest, I never had one! Master Chris just looked at me when it was my turn, and I must've had that cheeky look on my face. He just said I looked guilty enough, and they went straight to the punishment. Though I can't say it was so much a punishment for me, as it was more of a fantasy come true. I could tell Master Chris really read through my prison form. The guards buckled me down to the fuck bench, hunched over, immediately plugged me with an electro plug (I think it can be better than sex) and basically went to town. They pushed my limits, but it felt so damn good.
With the intense role-playing part over, and lots of play been had, I think it's worth sharing with you what I think was my favourite part of the camp. Some background info: I've always wanted this gimpy rubber pup hood made only by Blackstyle, you know, the really thick black one? (FYI, the headspace in that one is unreal, and so is taking a hit of poppers!). Anyway, I called ahead of my visit and asked to have a custom made one, but the shop said I had to visit them in person so they could measure my head. I told this to Master Chris, hoping to be let out early at the end of the camp to pop over before my flight, but Master Chris had a better plan. After the interrogations, the guards pulled me up, handcuffed me again, and led me outside the dungeon. "What's going on?" I asked, they replied "Prisoner visit, you've got somewhere to be, don't you?" Outside, I saw a car, with one of the guards already in the driver seat. The guard that held me put me in the passenger seat, still in full uniform and handcuffed, gave my cuff keys to the driver, and said "Have fun!". Oh yes, this happened, and I have the pictures to prove it. We drove across central Berlin, and went into Blackstyle, in full uniform and handcuffed, and I was measured. The Blackstyle staff loved it, and so did I. The funniest moment probably was when the lady who measured me said, "Now I need your signature on this form, but not sure how you can give it!". We managed, though it was sloppy. To top it off, we even did some shopping at a Getränke, then headed back to the prison camp. I couldn't stop smiling.
By the time we got back it was already evening, and the mood was very relaxed, most of the protocol had broken down, some of the inmates were swimming in the lake next door, and there was a beautiful sunset. We cooked a meal together and sat down to enjoy it on the last night. These were some of the most chill vibes I had all summer. If you wanted to play, you could play - we still had access to this massive (and I mean massive) play space. If you didn't, you could just relax and have a drink. For me, I had a little bit of both! It was a great way to wrap up the weekend. The next day, cleaning up and packing, I felt a great sense of fulfilment. I'd had such a horny time. I experienced so many new sensations, lived out fantasies, made new friends for life, and left with so many stories to tell. So, to answer my own question: How did I end up here? Because I wanted it, and I'm happy I did! I couldn't wait for the next year. So much so, that I even helped Master Chris organize the following camp; from inmate to organizer (though still inmate too) in one year!
Some final words on the camp, I just want to stress Master Chris's focus on safety and respect of limits, all the while exploring fantasies. Even when I felt scared, it didn't mean I felt unsafe, in fact I never felt safer in a BDSM scenario. Remember that guy who had his head shaved? He wrote it in his form as a fantasy, and Master Chris worked it into the camp to make it fun for all of us, like he did my electro fantasy. I count myself lucky to be able to explore my unique and specific fetishes in such a safe environment, all the while making new friends. If you want to join for one of the future prison camps, feel free to reach out to either myself or Master Chris here on Recon.
Stay safe out there and stay kinky!
*licks and wags*
dutchpupmomo
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