A find on my hard drive! Nath what was the point of this action. Pink uniform and no shackles. And a strafobjekt was caught? Can you explain that please! Was this the beginning of a fairy tale? Or what?

I'm looking at photos of the #Steppenbrand again. Here's a scene at breakfast. Out of the Segufix and into the straitjacket. Plus a leather mask. How does breakfast go. #restraints #bondage

This morning in the cell. The light switches on, the command "Raise the bed" comes from the loudspeaker. Followed by the words "Prisoner in apell position"

Disorientation - always an important aspect. Capture hood and the prisoner cannot see anything. Such an action is important for security in the prison. And a part of the humiliation of the prisoners.

I'm not sure whether the chemical protection suit is really necessary at the #steppenbrand event. But why is only one person tied up?

"Rough Jail Roleplaying" MeninChains.com

For the restraint in the neighboring cell, I just heard the order that the irons stay on for a minimum of 8 hours. strafobjekt

Only little movement in this restraints strafobjekt

Today the unboxing of my new Carrara chastity belt

Permanent enforced chastity is a standard part of skINMATE's sentence. You are a prisoner. Your reproductive capacity and your reproductive organs are of absolutely no use or value!

An orange jumpsuit, “Detention Center” stamped bold on the back. The buttons slightly parted—just enough to glimpse the cold gleam of a #Carrara #chastity belt beneath. Some prisons are made of steel. Others, of rules you never chose.

Bored. Caged. The Carrara chastity belt is locked on. Nothing to do but feel every second of denial pressing against steel. Voluntary? Sure. Enjoyable? That’s the real punishment. #chastity #denial #locked

The steel hasn’t loosened. Not even a little. It clings to me with cold, deliberate precision—unyielding, merciless. Every breath, every movement reminds me: I’m not in control.

Morning came. Or at least I think it did—there’s no real sense of time in here. Just the soft hum of routine. Same striped uniform. Same silence. Same Carrara belt, locked and firm, unmoved since the moment it was closed.

Still locked. Still waiting. The Carrara belt hasn’t shifted a single millimeter. It doesn’t have to. It just is—constant, present, absolute. But today, something changed. A shadow moved at the door. Was it inspection? Interest? A test? was just a reminder? I’m not invisible.

The stripes are gone. Today, I was handed a yellow jumpsuit—bright, impossible to ignore. A stark contrast to the cold black-and-white of before. The Carrara belt remains locked tight beneath it, unchanged. But the color shifts everything.

Another change. The yellow is gone. This morning, without a word, I was handed a new uniform—bright orange, stiffer than the last. Across the back, bold black letters: PRISONER. Every movement feels louder in this orange uniform.

Waking up and seeing the Carrara in place… it just feels right. No questions, no doubts — just the calm certainty of being locked. The cool steel is the first thing I notice, and somehow that brings peace. The day begins the way it should: secured, focused

The cell floods with harsh light. I'm still here - chained, shackled, wrapped in black and white stripes. No escape, no sound. Just the cold echo of control... and the waiting. #Prisoner #Captive #Chained #StripedUniform #prisonroleplay

The day starts with a clear message: “You are a prisoner. Your reproductive capacity and reproductive organs are of absolutely no use or value.” And there it is the truth, locked in stainless steel. No need, no purpose, no freedom. Just control. Just obedience. Just the Carrara.