This posting is filed under “real life.” I recently read this book about the true adventures of a journalist who went undercover in the New York State Department of Corrections and became a CO at Sing Sing:
After the first paragraph, I could not put this down. It’s available on Amazon.com.
By Mister –X / Spartan
During the night I got very little sleep. My shoulders were in constant pain from the position they were in. Periodically guards would come to one of the cells, either to leave a prisoner off, then padlock his ankle cuffs, or to pick one up, removing the padlock so he could be marched away with that foot long chain attached to his ankle cuffs. Some who were being taken away were not pleased at the prospect, so I figured they were being taken for punishment. But some appeared to look forward to what they were going to get, so I didn’t know what was in store for them. And all the time it was very hot.
By Mister-X / Spartan
The ad intrigued me. “Spend your vacation living your bondage fantasies at our secluded location. Packages available for two weeks, a month, three months, six months and a year. Program tailored to your specific desires. Passport required, as our location is in Guatemala. If interested, request our application form.” An e-mail address was given.
stays in prison
Author unknown
I rented a car at the Kansas City airport and drove towards Springfield as I had been directed. I had read about the Training Center in a leather magazine and decided I was ready to try it myself. I had been working on my physical condition for over a year and was now not in bad shape for a 30 year old. For reasons I can’t entirely describe, the scene I wanted to act out was that of a sailor sentenced to do hard brig time. I had read in the article about the psychology of confinement and the various levels and decided I wanted to try a very strict regime.
By Marknorth
Almost 7 months had passed since Roger was locked up in his suit. The longest that I had kept him in it was about 12 days. Then the suit was removed and he was allowed to shower, get all of his hair removed, “relax” in his solitary cell for a few days – then he was locked back up. I varied the duration that he was in the suit and the time he was out to keep him off balance. After a few of these cycles he had become very compliant and did not struggle against my guards when it was time to be locked back in. While he was locked in the suit I enjoyed taunting him from time to time. I never knew exactly what I was going to say when I picked up the mic from the monitoring console, but something always came to me. These mind games were an important part of his imprisonment (for me anyway).
By PrisonCub
I was guided into a concrete block room with a cubicle made of the same metal as the toilet in my cell. A black phone receiver was connected to a metal cord that fed into the wall. A shelf stretched across the cubicle and in the middle of the shelf was a metal ring that was bolted to it. On the floor directly under the shelf was another metal ring except this one was bolted to the concrete floor.
By PrisonCub
If sitting in the little cage was part of a plan to scare the living shit out of me, it was working. The room had ten of these fucking little cages. No windows that I could see. Florescent lights mounted to the ceiling and of course one was failing so the thing was flickering and humming. I just sat there in stiff prison denim and restraints.
