MEMBER ARTICLE: Kinky Prison Camp – Part 1
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13 October 2020
dutchpupmomo flew to Berlin to spend a weekend in a kinky Prison Roleplay Camp. In Part 1, discover what led him there, and what he discovered on arrival.
Have you ever found yourself in a kinky situation, probably geared up, or better yet as a sub, locked up and pretty much powerless over your current predicament, wondering, "How did I end up here? What chain of events led me to be locked up like this?" And finally, "Why do I like it so much??". Though these questions cross my mind from time to time, I would say they did the most when I was handcuffed, hooded and uniformed in a prison cell, deep inside a massive Berlin dungeon. In these articles, I want to share with you my experience of a Kinky Prison Role Playing Camp, how I got there and the horny sessions that took place.
When Master Chris first reached out to me on Recon inviting me to his prison camp, I thought "Well this is how I'm gonna die". I thought I'd be absolutely bonkers to accept an invite on Recon, from someone I've never even met, to be locked up all weekend in a prison cell. It basically sounded like the beginning of a bad porno: horny boy meets guy online, guy invites boy to big dungeon, horny boy goes into dungeon, turns out guy is evil, and he's trapped! Nonetheless, my curiosity remained unceasing. I couldn't quite get myself to say no to him, but I also couldn't get myself to say yes either.
In any healthy and functional BDSM relationship, there must be trust and consent. For me, and I assume for many others, in order to consent, I need to be able to trust. I explained this to Master Chris, and he completely understood. He told me he was coming to London (where I live) for a conference and was happy to meet me in person. I agreed, and when I went to see him (though, of course, with a bag of gear in hand) I knew I needed to build trust. Master Chris sat with me talking life, politics, kink, even the state of primary education systems. He took his time to help me feel safe, answered questions about his camps, told me a few stories. My excitement only grew. By the end of the night, we were even able to play a bit as well. I knew I could trust him, so I agreed to attend his camp, though still quite nervous for what he was to come.
To prep for the camp as a prisoner, I had to fill out a form that answered a few key questions: what was my crime for which I was arrested (totally up to me), what were my limits (soft and hard), and what were some fantasies which I was keen to experience. At the end of the form was a warrant for my arrival to prison at a set time and address, this was all the information I was given. When the day came for my flight to Berlin, it really began to dawn on me what I was doing. I was flying alone to Berlin, to walk myself all the way to an unfamiliar location, to hand myself in entirely to a group of incredibly intimidating, yet very hot Doms. It felt like the longest yet most invigorating flight I ever had to Berlin.
When I arrived, I took the U-Bahn from the airport to the designated location. To my surprise, it took me AWAY from the city centre, in fact it took me west of the airport! I knew this was a serious location. I walked from the station to the meeting spot. I saw Master Chris in full BLUF, my legs quivered. He walked with me through some fences past this large brick building, looked like a factory. He ordered me to put my passport, phone, wallet, and bags off to the left. Just like that, my lifeline to the rest of the world vanished. With nothing but the clothes I had on, I was suddenly handcuffed, pushed down, and quickly thrown into a black hood, I couldn't see a thing.
With my hands forced up and my chest forced down, two men walked me past what I assume was another gate, up a flight of stairs and into a room. When my hood was ripped off, I found myself squinting against a piercing light, with four Doms facing directly at me. I was ordered to fully undress and push my clothes aside. Completely exploded, I was ordered to face the wall with my hands in the air. Next came the cavity search for contraband, in other words, they fingered me right then and there, naked and powerless. When they finished, I was ordered to turn around. "2601. This is your prison number. From now on, this is what you are", Master Chris said, handing me my striped uniform, with precisely those numbers plastered across it. "What is your number?" He asked. "2601, Sir." I replied. I was handcuffed and hooded again, and walked outside, this time without shoes, no idea where I was going. The air and floor suddenly felt a lot colder. I didn't realize where I was taken until my hood was removed (still handcuffed though) and I quickly saw a steel door of bars shut and a heavy padlock in front of me: I was in my home for the next two days: my cell.
To my left was a tiny single bed frame and flat mattress, one blanket, and one water bottle. To my right, a cement wall with hooks and below a bucket to pee in. I wasn't going anywhere. Remember my thoughts from before, about how I thought the seemingly crazy decisions that led me to this insanely horny moment? This was the moment they really set in. I was chained up and left to my thoughts, waiting. This sub space was different from, say, a typical session in a play space. One of my favourite kinky quotes states it pretty clear: "Bondage isn't bondage until hours after you want to get out". I was left there locked for what felt like hours, but for all I know, could've been a couple of minutes. What makes this camp unique is its focus on role playing, but more particularly, staying in character. Half of the horniness comes from waiting, the boredom, about staying a prisoner, even when you get a bit bored. Why? Because you're completely controlled. I really found a new sense of the word horniness in this time and head space; one I really hope to experience again.
Suddenly, the piercing screech of a heavy steel door sounded through the whole dungeon. I watched petrified as the Dom dragged another hooded prisoner into the cell next to me…
Find out what happened to dutchpupmomo and the other prison inmate(s) in Part 2. Coming soon.
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