Incarcerated

I had been interested in the institutional side of SM for some time. The idea of being locked in a cell or dungeon without access to the keys or knowing when I would be released excited me and drove me to investigate it further. Held by steel, stripped of freedom and identity, chained away where no one would know (or care) what ever happened to me was a fantasy which I wanted to explore deeply and realistically.

Of course, it's not easy to get locked up like that. True, it's easy to land in jail, but that was hardly the kind of scene I was looking for. As exciting as the real prison fantasy can be, somehow I just don't think those guys let people come and go at will. The cells, the concrete, the cold emptiness of real incarceration was exactly what I wanted, but I really had no intention of starting a life of crime just to satisfy an interest.

So I tried the net. I managed to find a few great places like the Eagle Correction Facility which were almost perfect, but the travel and expense involved were simply prohibitive. Places like PX Direct and Mr S provided great gear and institutional restraints and clothing, but I couldn't just go about building my own steel-barred cell. As for the personals, well, I don't think the proDOM scene is all too safe, and I wasn't about to put out a personal's ad which read "wanted: jailer for weekend prisoner. Must have own jail." I just didn't think it would catch.

Biting the bullet, I decided that the only solution was to make something out of what I had available.

Preparing the cell...

I used to live in a small apartment with a narrow hallway connecting the living room, bedroom, and bathroom. Typical apartment furnishings, the bedroom and bathroom doors could be locked from the inside, and could only be unlocked (from the outside) by using a long, narrow jeweler's screwdriver. "This is great," I thought, since that meant that the hallway could act like a cell, if only I could seal off the living room end. This was easily accomplished by opening the door of the hall closet. By emptying the closet space, I had slightly more room than the hallway alone. This was the best solution for my own in-house "cell." By chaining the doorknob of the closet door across the living room to the main door, I wouldn't be able to close the closet door again, meaning I would be effectively "locked" in the cell.

I have an old army cot which I wanted to use for this incarceration. However, I wanted to make sure that, when I got bored, I couldn't just pick the cot up and use it to break one of the doors down. I solved this by chaining the cot legs to the inside of the other hall closet (at the end of the hall in photo). This also prevented me from gaining access to anything in that closet, which was too messy to clean out anyway. The cell could therefore be "secured:" No way out until I unlocked the doors. No windows, either.

The Locks

I wanted to make sure that my incarceration would last more than a few minutes. Also, the primary concern in designing this was security - I didn't want to be able to free myself because I was bored. I did have a few safties in place, but they can wait till later.

I decided that the cell release keys would be the only time-delay keys in the whole set-up. This meant that once the time delay was over, I would still be wrapped in all my heavy restraints. I decided on an ice-delay, using a key suspended outside the cell and restrained by a thin rope weighted down by a few dozen ice cubes. When free of the ice, the key would swing down and remain suspended at the hinge-area of the door. Believe me, I tried this many times to ensure that it would work. Two keys were on this string - one which would allow me to unchain myself from the wall (a 6' section of very heavy chain was the last item on my list - chaining me to the wall of the cell), and the key to unlock the chain holding the closet door open (the closet door, when open, is a wall of the cell).

Then there was the question of my bonds. Where to put those keys? I decided to place them in a locked footlocker, the hasp of which was secured by an industrial lock-out clamp which I bought at a flea market for three bucks. In the lock-out I used five different locks, which meant that once the cell was opened I would still have to retrieve five different keys before I could remove my bonds.

So where to put those five keys? I decided to hide one in the bathroom, in the tub, which meant that I would have to crawl into the tub to get it since my bonds would not allow me either to simply reach over or simply to step in to the tub. It also meant that I would have to unlock the bathroom (any probably the bedroom), so the jeweler's screwdriver would be placed in the living room.

I put the second key on a magnet right next to my bedroom window. I made sure the shades were wide open so that everyone in the parking lot would be able to see in - meaning I would have to retrieve it with the lights off. Also, I placed it high enough so that my shackled hands would not be able to reach it - I would have to use my mouth.

I used another magnet for the third key - this time by my patio window.

The fourth key was placed outside my apartment under the rug - meaning I would have to hope no one on my floor saw me for the 20 seconds it would take to retrieve it. I would also have to move very slowly since all of my chains would undoubtedly make a racket.

The fifth key was the most challenging. I placed it in a magnetic box (one of those spare key boxes for cars) in the AC closet out on my balcony. Retrieving this key, wearing all of my gear and chains, on a not-too-dark balcony on a busy parking lot, would certainly be the most risky. To make sure I wouldn't chicken out, I made this the handcuff key. I also used a thumbcuff in the lockout, meaning that I would have to get this key before ANY of my gear would come off.

The Prisoner's Clothes

I needed the clothes to also be in sync with the "institutional" flavor I was trying to explore. I also wanted them to be confining on their own, as well as industrial or institutional in appearance (this would only affect the outer layer, of course).

I began with the Water Hole Chastity Belt. When locked on, this is a pretty comfortable belt to wear for a day or two. It's not too secure, but I would have other things to also prevent me from getting "release" during my incarceration.

Over the belt I wore a Depends diaper and a pair of rubber shorts. Accidents will happen, and I did not expect to go the time without nature calling. These also added to the feeling of confinement.

The next layer was a short wetsuit. This really heated things up while adding a layer of tightness around my entire torso and thighs. It also has a 2-inch neckwrap, which kept me constantly aware of its presence.

The final layer, which was the closest thing I could get to the good prison outfits (so far...), was an industrial clean suit which is made to be worn over other clothing to protect your good cloths from really messy jobs. The larger hardware stores carry these and they're pretty cheap. They have a center zip and are light but keep in a lot of heat. My institutional clothing was now complete.

The restraints.

I have made a short harness from two belts which I made with parts from the local leatherworking place. One belt locks snugly around the waist while the other locks through the crotch. All of my restraints and the wall chain would be locked to this harness.

I like two looks in the institutional restraints: the Darby-style, heavy shackles and the more modern cuffs and leg irons. I decided to use everything I had for my incarceration. First, the legs were secured using a pair of heavy Hyatt leg irons and two pair of modern leg irons. A chain connecting these was attached to the belt. Next, I attached a pair of handcuffs to each wrist - one pair per wrist, so I was still free to use my arms. The final restraint was a pair of Hyatt Darby style irons with a 12" chain. I attached the handcuffs to a similar length of chain (making an effective second, heavy pair of manacles), then put on the Darbies. All of this was also attached to the belt (which by now was pretty loaded).

With one last look around, I stepped from the bedroom into the hallway "cell,", checked the ice to make sure I had many hours to go, and locked the bedroom door behind me. Closing my eyes and taking the deep breath, I closed the final padlock - securing my by a six-foot tether to the wall. I was now serving my time.

Living in the cell

I had brought a little reading material into the cell with me. Most of it was designed to keep my thoughts focused on imprisonment - various stories from the net, and a few magazines. The chastity belt, combined with all my clothing and restraints, certainly served its' purpose - I wanted off and it wasn't going to happen for a while.

I also brought some food and water into the cell. Nothing elaborate for this prisoner - it was room temperature water and cold, watery, plain oatmeal. These were in two bowls in the cell, next to the lock which kept me chained to the wall. After about one hour in all of these heavy, hot clothes, I was ready for a little nourishment. What I hadn't counted on was the fact that my manacles made lifting the bowls to my mouth very difficult. As a result, I had to eat from them on the floor, like a dog. Although I hadn't planned on this, I found it exciting to be using my tongue around the bowls, to have the soggy oatmeal all over my face, dripping down my chin, and only being able to clean it off by wiping my face on the carpet. As for the water, I went easy on it since I didn't know how long I would be locked up.

As time went on, though , I needed the water, and after a few hours of tedium and frustration, I realized that the Depends had been a very good idea. All of that water came right back out. For I was going to be a little soggy myself for the rest of my time "inside."

After about the fourth hour, I only wanted two thing: to get off and get out. But since I had laid everything out so carefully, it began to dawn on me that I was going to get neither. Looking through the opening of the door, I could see that the ice had melted to below the surface of the bowl. But how far? How much longer? I could not tell.

I began to wonder about how it would be in a real cell, knowing that it wouldn't be over for years, or maybe even ever. In a real prison you would have a schedule for the rest of your days, but at least you could walk a little bit. Here in solitary there was nothing, not even any real light. I saw that the prison story I had been thinking about required a jailer who would give me a lot of attention - not something you find behind the real bars. And somehow I doubted they'd allow me to wear a chastity belt in jail. And how much worse it would be if they actually did... Although I now realized that the true jail fantasy was not going to be fun, more that ever I wanted a modified version of it...

The slow release

After a few more hours, a clank on the door alerted me to the first stage of my freedom - the keys had been released! Reaching through the crack in the door I managed to get the keys into my trembling hands. After a few moments of savoring the time, I unlocked myself from the wall and unlocked the cell door. That was the easy part.

Of course, I was still hobbled by the 10 pounds of chain and restraints, but at least I was free to walk around and stretch (as far as the manacles and shackles would allow). Opening the cell door was a relief, since it was the first fresh air I had had in six hours. Falling to the floor, I bucked at the chastity belt using my bound hands, but it was no use - there were too many layers between me and it to achieve any release. I was longing for a master, but this time it was only me and the keys.

The keys...there were five of them out there, waiting for me. And the only things these keys would do was get me access to the real keys, meaning that I was still the shackled prisoner until I had retrieved all five keys. I had set myself up well, since it would take at least a half an hour to get the keys.

The lights were on in the living room, and the blinds looking out on the parking lot were open. It was night, so there would be no glare to prevent anyone from looking up and seeing me. I would have to crawl around to get the first few keys.

The first order of business was to unlock the bathroom and retrieve that key. This meant crawling around the living room floor, in all of my heavy gear, to get the jeweler's screwdriver and unlock the bathroom door. This was very tiring, yet very exciting, knowing that even crawling on my hands and knees would expose me to anyone outside. Slowly, I slithered over to the tool box and found the driver. I rested for a moment, slowly thrusting my hips into the floor in another vain attempt to thwart the chastity belt.

This was what I had wanted, wasn't it? The incarceration, and the slow, struggling release. Oh, how badly I wanted a master/mistress/jailer.

Tiring of the fruitless efforts of my groin, I began the return crawl back to the bathroom, through the cell, and also unlocking the bedroom door along the way. The lights were on in the bedroom, and the blinds open, so I still could not fully stand.

Continuing on I unlocked the bathroom and crawled over to the tub. There was the first key, at the bottom of the tub. Slowly I crawled into the tub, since my manacles would not allow me to reach in and get it. What a noise the chains made on the tub!!!! I was sure anyone else in the building would know exactly what was going on. How paranoid we get during these things. I finally fell into the tub, with not a little noise. It felt good to lie down again, but the thrill was gone as the mounting pressure in my groin was checked once again by the belt. I needed those other keys!

I grabbed the first key and climbed out of the tub. I then crawled into the bedroom and turned off the lights. I placed the first key over by the foot locker and the lockout. Only four to go.

I could stand now that the lights were out. Looking through the window, I could see that there was quite a bit of activity in the parking lot. I made my way to the edge of the window and began searching for the magnet which held the next key. Using my mouth (since it was too high for my hands to reach - by design), I found it just as the headlights from an approaching car seemed to light up the entire room. I quickly mouthed the key and hit the floor. I crawled over to the lockout (why not crawl, since it was my scene?), and deposited the key on the floor next to the first. Three to go.

Three to go. The hardest three, that is.

The living room was fully lit, with the blinds to the parking lot quite open. The lights were by the patio window, a long crawl away. Further, once thee it would be a tough time to reach up and turn the lights off before I was noticed. I decided for the key outside the hall door first.

I inched my way along the floor to the door to the outside hall. Past this door and under the welcome mat was the next key. I realized that by reaching up to unlock this door I would be revealing myself to the parking lot. It was worth the risk at this point. I unlocked the door and immediately hit the floor again. Then slowly I reached up and turned the knob, opening the door only a crack. I listened for any signs of motion in the hall. This was harder than I had planned, since once I fully opened the door I would be quite exposed, in my white institutional clothes and ten pounds of restraints, and there wouldn't be much I could do to explain it.

Without another option (this is why I planned it this way, right?), I made one final listen for any noise in the hall, and upon hearing none, opened the door. My chains began their suddenly loud clanking again as I pulled away the welcome mat and revealed the key. I didn't remember putting it out so far! I had to crawl out to get it, since my chained hands couldn't come close to reaching. I hurried back inside as a door at the end of the hall opened. Had they seen a curious site? Were they looking through their peephole the entire time? Oh well...two to go.

I relocked the door and made my was across the floor to the light. I crammed myself as tightly as possible into the corner, which did give me a great advantage since I was now only exposed to a small section of the parking lot. Biting the bullet once more, I stood up and reached for the light. So great was my haste that I almost knocked it over before I had it off. If that wouldn't have attracted attention...

Well, at least the lights were off. Now I made my was to the other side of the patio window. My mouth began its search for the magnet and key #4. I found it quickly, but dropped it just as I moved away from the window!! Reaching down quickly to find it, I discovered that it had fallen into a crack in the patio door frame. I would have to open the door slightly to get it.

This was not a major setback, especially since I would have to open this door anyway in order to get the final key. But at times like these, we don't really appreciate surprises. Slowly I unlocked and opened this door - just a crack - and retrieved the key. I took this and the other key back into the bedroom, since now I could walk without much fear of detection. One to go.

The last key is in a magnetic box sticking to an air conditioning duct in the AC shed on my patio. It's a handcuff-style key, made to open the thumbcuff which is one of five different locks on the lockout. I specifically made this key the most difficult to get, since once I had it I could at least free my hands from the handcuffs and my legs from the leg irons (though my hands and legs would still be restrained by Darby-style shackles, again - by design). Just to be sure I wouldn't do that, this was the final key.

By now it was a bit later in the evening and the activity in the parking lot had died down a bit. Still, walking out onto a balcony which is lit by street lights, wearing white coveralls, three shackles, three manacles, a short harness through the crotch, and dragging a six-fool heavy chain is not something one does lightly. But, unless I wanted to _stay_ dressed this way...

I re-opened the patio door. It was only a few feel to the shack, but I had been having some trouble with the doorknob. Here's hoping it works this time. I simply stepped out, making all sorts of noise with my chains, and entered the shack. Was it really that simple? Yes. How many people saw it? Oh well.

I had placed the box at such a height that I would have to reach it with my mouth again. One slip on this, however, and the key would fall out, and it might not be an easy retrieval this time. The key could fall out onto the patio, or, worse, back into the shack and behind the AC, in which case I would have been entirely screwed. These things occur to a person in this situation, though it was only a passing thought during the planning and setup. Slowly, and with great caution, I used my mouth to slide the keys down the AC unit until they were at a safe level for my hands to reach. Picking up the dragging chain, I made a careful glance out onto the parking lot and, seeing no obvious threats, hot-footed my way back inside, locking the door behind me and hitting the floor.

Success! I crawled back into the bedroom, thoroughly enjoying my last moments of incarceration escape and heavy restraint. I rested on the floor next to the lockout for a few minutes, then finally opened the box. Five locks later I had access to all of my keys. A prisoner no more. It felt good to lie there, though still im the c-belt and other layers, though free of the restraints, able to stretch like someone who has just made the swim from Alcatraz to the shore, unseen.

And yet, except for the boredom of the incarceration I still found myself longing for that master/mistress/jailer. Who knows? Perhaps I would be sentencing myself again in the near future...

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