Chamberlain's Complex

Recently, I quietly observed the sixth anniversary of this site with a bottle of fine wine and a delicious steak. Kenny, on the other hand, had a regular blowout. True, my milestone was only one accomplishment he was celebrating which also included beating several different legal actions against him (indecency, obsenity, contributing to the delinquency of--) and achieving a five hour erection. In the end it took several days to clean up his place-- the reconstructing will take months. This rubberized cutie was one of the crew that helped scoop away the ick from Le Maison de Kenny. Believe me, if you'd been there afterwards you would have prefered to smell your piss as well. See the full version at NEW Pictures.

Over at Chaingangirls, John has a great picture story from Turnkey that pays homage to the great Tibool with a story about a young woman sentenced to hard labor in a prison camp back in the good old days. I've been told by John that Tibool is at work on finishing up with Christina in the Mine. Schedules permitting, it should be posted sometime in the near future. Always good to have something to look forward to.

Lastly, a few years ago Gagorder went kaput, or rather its server did. Peter had posted here telling me about it asking my advice about where to try and re-launch it. I didn't give him an answer. I'm sorry Peter! As a small recompense I've changed the link for Gagorder to an archived version from May of 2004. It's not everything that was lost, but it's still some mighty fine material. For those of you who never got to visit Gagorder back in the day, now is your chance. Go forth!

That's all for now. Be well, do good work, and keep in touch-- chamberlain.complex at gmail.com

Greetings to the 100%! It's been super to re-establish my presence here in the complex. In the coming year I will bring you more material from time to time and let you know about new stuff from the great talents out there. For now, all I have is a holiday greeting from Kenny. He texted me the following: "hohoho yeh i gotz a big candycane to stuff some girls stocking wiht I be comin down ur chimnnney on xmas bitch peace out k rad"  Well bully for you Kenny. Looks like you've got two "lucky" girls from a couple different punishment complexes to keep you company-- a "weathergirl" and an angel or "goodgirl." Probably a couple of problem prisoners receiving some extra discipline for disobedience or laziness. Good thing for them that their labias are sewn shut and their asses have been plugged. Kenny will have his good time one way or another.

You can see the above image in all its uncropped full color glory over with the other "NEW PICTURES." Happy Holidays to you all and my best wishes for the new year!

Nothing is finer than whipping some ass... At the Crack of Dawn!

I'm offering up another peek at daily life for prison girls about a decade into the future. In the Northwest Sector of the Germanic Confederation the Felsgrund Camp for Females is reconstructed and re-opened after decades of being little more than a couple crumbling buildings and a memorial plaque. Nena will be among the first three thousand women transported there. Her life will be difficult, full of hard forced labor, frequent abuse from the guards, and miserable living conditions. Yet, she will learn, some have it far worse than her-- especially those classified as "problem prisoners." They are to spend the rest of their unhappy lives crouched in metal boxes with their ass cheeks pressed through a small opening, inviting regular beatings. Sometimes these whippings get delivered by a prisoner such as Nena, forced into doing the guards' dirty work in exchange for a few privileges.

As has been the custom, the full view of Nena can be viewed over at the NEWER PICTURES page. Go in peace.

Here's a snippet from a [distant] future issue of Female Incarceration magazine:

"Ravensbruck at Snake River is the third female detention complex owned and operated by Boedecker Consortium to open in North America. The company, based in the Germanic Confederation, plans to open two more complexes next year: one in the Eastern Sector, and another in the Western Sector.

The Complexes are modeled on the German prison camp for women that operated almost a century ago. They stress harsh treatment for the prisoners: harsh (but often pointless) labor for at least twelve hours daily, crowded and unhygienic living conditions, regular mass punishments such as daily roll calls, invasive body searches, and monthly physical exams. There is also a complete prohibition of any sexual activity among the prisoners.

Although it hasn't been fully demonstrated yet, it's said that no prisoner can survive more than a six year sentence in these complexes. A stint on the brutal Punishment Detail -- which all prisoners are required to endure-- lowers that estimate by several months. These are not officially 'death camps' but neither are they any place for a girl live..."

Iris Kim was sentenced to four years of imprisonment with hard labor for the recently re-instated crime of miscegenation-- her boyfriend's parents didn't approve of her, so they had her arrested and made sure she was convicted. She was originally assigned to a LOOK OH BABY prison, but her district switched its service over to the Ravensbruck complex, so her transport took her to the center at Snake River.

Iris entered the prisoner population as inmate number 26583-04-22. She was classed as a "sex offender" because she'd had sex with a prohibited person (her white boyfriend.) The perfunctory medical exam she was given during processing determined that she could lift/carry up to thirty kilograms. And, for no good reason, she was designated an "escape risk", so she had to be permanently shackled. Iris was assigned to Sex Offender Barrack B and to Labor Crew 492.

For a better look at Iris all ready to go in her uniform, pay a visit to the "NEW Pictures" page. Comments-- or even an email-- are welcome and encouraged.

Hello everyone! Thanks to everyone who has taken a look at my two new collections of pictures-- NEW and VINTAGE. I just added five more to the VINTAGE gallery and did a little more adjustment to the NEW. As I continue to look over my older drawings and find pieces that people might find interesting I'll post them. There will be new pieces sometime as well, not to mention stories. So keep on checking in-- you just might find something.

For a little insight on the American mindset visit the vendor site  http://www.crackofdawnshirts.com. It dishes out a heapin' helping of southern-fried sexual innuendo with its R-rated screenprinted T shirts. I rather like it. 

Hello, my name is Chamberlain, and it's been ninety-six weeks since my last post. The four and five year anniversaries of this blog came and went with no fanfare. I'm still here. I've been something of a recluse-- at least netwise-- not venturing out into the fray of the web to express myself. But I've been gently nudged awake recently by some interested individuals. I've showered, shaved, emptied the milk bottles full of urine, and skipped my daily viewing of ICE STATION ZEBRA so I can update things around here. You see, I haven't been completely inactive. Even as John at Chainganggirls waits patiently for me to finally finish up the Megan series, I've kept drawing. I've made lots of sketches and a good amount of pictures that could be called mugshots; stiff portraits I do to try out different ideas and looks, all the while trying to increase my skill level. These are primarilly for my own entertainment-- and relaxation-- so I hadn't originally planned on posting them. These drawings are kind of stiff in style-- full length figures facing front-- and they're often rather fetishistic, in the academic sense. Some idea gets to rattling around in my brain and I work through it in a series of drawings. This explains the "Let it Snow" pictures.

Over the years my sources of inspiration have changed. A decade ago there were all sorts of of free picture sites, for all tastes, all over the net, and these were regularly updated. I remember the spark and thrill of discovering and following the likes of Benson, Risar, Trachat,Uziga, Haffnium, and a whole bunch of beautiful brutality at Dunsul's. At the same time, I took inspiration from such diverse sources as anime/manga and the Big Johnson cartoons of Al Via. Over the years many of these have disappered or become less prolific. Nowadays I'll find inspiration in some unlikely places like the site for American Apparel, the best PG-rated porn on the web. Long story made short, I still get some weird ideas, and I set them down as pencil marks on paper.

Two years ago, I set up a gallery over at TheSmutHost. The site 404rd about six months later. Now, I'm taking a chance. and have set up two albums over at Google. Their system looks and works great. I'm a little worried it might all get yanked down due to the content. I may be somewhat protected because my pictures are, you know, art. What with freedom of speech and expression I may have a little more recourse than say, Kenny posting pictures of his dick he took with his cellphone. I hope so. So, follow the picture links and take a look through the pictures there. One gallery is newer stuff, either previously unseen or part of the lost SmutHost collection. The other gallery is older material dating back to 2001 that's been out of view for a while. The level of amateurism in some of the earlier pieces makes me wince and I'm glad they're not on display-- although the originals are all carefully archived in portfolio books. This selection is of pictures that have held up fairly well. Some of them are pretty ambitious and display that wild mix of inspirations. Have a look, and feel free to leave comments.

Finally, I've tuned up the links to reflect the current state of things. Chainggangirls has become a free site with infrequent updates but it's still full of extraordinary material. If you've never visited before, then go now. You're in for a real treat! Gagorder is still down, sadly, but I refuse to count it out, so I refuse to take its link down. For the time being you can see a good collection of pictures by DX on display over at JG Leather's site which is going strong-- and kinky as ever. Alex Streuth is also still around, he's just indulging his passions in other mediums. He posted a story back in September of 2010 and could possibly do it again when you least suspect it. Then there's murmurists-- still there, still inscrutable. You'll see.

There you have it. Go forth and enjoy!

I finally got around to setting up a new site to host the larger versions of my pictures. The new site is called TheSmutHost (what sophistication!) It's kind of funky in its setup. I don't have much control over how my pictures are displayed. But they do offer a plus-size pant load of storage and it's free!
Take a look around at the other galleries. There are a lot of photos of various quality and hotness. There's even some other artwork. See if you can find the pictures self censored(?) with big painted over blobs of color. It's blanket porn! Now you've got something to keep you busy. Enjoy!

Crap on a crutch! It's been rough these past few months for everybody. This post's model mirrors the current mood. To make matters just that extra bit shitty, the site that hosted the larger versions of the pictures here 404rd back in November and has never been restored. Then Thumblogger got hacked and lost everything added after their last backup in May. Jeeze-Louise!
Luckily, and with all thanks to Google's cache, I was able to restore three of my five lost posts. The bad part is that I'm still without a site to display images larger than 100 megs. The originals are, of course, safe with me. I just need a way to share with all my beloved readers. I'm going to leave the link up for "Chamberlain's Pictures" for at least another couple weeks in case someone actually fixes it. I won't hold my breath.
There is good news: Tibool keeps cranking out the hardcore hard labor pics, John gives them drama and displays them over at "Chain Gang Girls." Also, Turnkey has continued his excellent 3D series set in a zinc mine. And for a real morale boost, "Gagorder" just updated! Check out "Sharon's Luck 2" by Shooker. It's an excellent story of a female subjected to some very alternative imprisonment methods.
So, it looks like Thumblogger is stable again. It's a good thing. There's actually folks who make money off their blogs. Downtime is a financial hardship for them. I don't make a farthing off this, but I'm not one to deny some other guy his due. So get out there and browse. Tomorrow is another day!

More news! Thumblogger restored my all my lost blogs-- even the ones I didn't really miss. Also Chain Gang Girls has new Tibool for your pleasure. A new day truly has dawned!

First some old news, then some new. I learned some time ago that a "LOOK Oh Baby" female incarceration complex opened over in Japan. Located on the island of Shikoku about 550 km south of Tokyo, the complex already holds over four hundred prisoners. It's being expanded so that they can take in five hundred more by February.
I haven't gotten any details about what sort of units they have there, or how they relate to the themes of the North American units. All I could find, for now, was one image of an inmate who, according to the dodgy translation, works all day at pushing a rail cart around the complex collecting shit. What they do with the shit that's collected I don't know. Maybe there's some more information hiding out there.

I know I wrote this in an earlier post, but I really am working in earnest to finish up my "Megan" picture story for Chain Gang Girls. Only recently, with some help from John, I finally figured out the best way to end it-- and in a style that I'm capable of. It's a lot of work, but it will be worth it. That's one reason I posted an older image this time around. I hated for it to languish in my portfolio, and I can by myself a little time.
As for the new, there's been two updates this month over at Chain Gang Girls. The most recent is awesome while the one just before is epically awesome. Tibool has contributed twenty-eight superb pictures to further along his picture story about "The Mine" and Christina's sufferings there.
Along the theme of slavery in a mine, Turnkey created several new images to his CG series set in a zinc mine.He also finished up an arc in his "Galley Slaves" series.
But wait there's more! S. updates the story of Hannah, and my picture story of Abiza comes to an end with one last picture. Now is a good time to visit Chain Gang Girls, and if you're not a member, it be a good time to join. If your membership has lapsed, now is a good time to rejoin, if only for a month. C'mon, do it for Tibool. I know that there's lots of folks out there that love those Tibool pictures.

Well, it's back to work for me. Sayonara, for now.

I checked in on Gillian and Heather just the other day (See the earlier post "Present , fit, and ready!" below.) They're both still at the same labor complex, still working hard at recycling tube monitors and TVs. They're busier than ever. But they haven't fared the same.
Gillian works hard, doesn't talk unless spoken to by a guard, and always obeys every order. The placid expression on her helmet makes her look happy with her lot.
Heather hasn't done as well. When ordered to clean up debris along the work floor she complained that her bar and shackles made that extremely difficult. Her keepers agreed. They helped Heather by amputating her legs from just above her knees on down. She's much closer to the floor so now she can clean the floors with ease. Heather has also been assigned to clean up after the other inmates. You see, the prisoners are not allowed to use an actual toilet. They're supposed to go in the bunks at night. If they can't hold it until then they can relieve themselves on the floor while working. They just have to submit to ten strokes of the whip on their ass or ten punches to the belly for every incident. They also have to clean up their mess-- unless another prisoner like Heather does it for them. Heather has now become a valuable worker.

I put the full size picture for this report in the "Vintage" folder over at "Chamberlain's Pictures" where the earlier two pictures of Gillian and Heather can still be found.

Here's a newsbrief from the recent edition of "Ball and Chain Online.":
Francise operators of Oh Baby prison complexes won permission from LOB (LOOK Oh Baby Industries) to change the names of the company's trademarked punishment units for new locations. Although these units are visually well known for their elaborate punishment uniforms and equipment designed to identify and humiliate the female convict, the new prison operators expressed concern to LOB that the names for these units were too "inside" to be understood and appreciated by those outside the system.
"To be honest, I didn't get the names myself," explained Sam Brick, owner and warden of an Oh Baby punishment complex in Midwest sector holding 503 females. "I mean, the "Erin" unit. I love the look, the barb wire wig, the skewered tits. It's great for bad girls, and stuck up types. But what the hell is "Erin?" asked Brick. Francise owners in other sectors expressed similar views.
Because of concerns from Brick and others, the new complexes will be allowed to use the following new unit names:
ERIN-- severe punishment-- now DEVIL BITCH
SOPHIE-- extra punishment-- now ACHTUNG BABY-- with an emphasis on starvation and overwork
BANGKOK CREW-- special punishment-- now TIGERR in honor of fetish star Tigerr Benson
LOUISE-- special punishment-- now LULU.
The prisoners within these re-named units still resemble their sister inmates at the original complex. The only major change is that all units are now permanently hooded for uniformity and control. In TIGERR, every prisoner must have her breasts enlarged, even if she's already a D cup.
The new changes should prove popular with the public according to Brick. "I lease a lot of these girls out as slave labor to businesses in the area. I want the client to know what he's getting. I send him a TIGERR and a LULU, he should be clear on what that's going to be."
There are currently eight LOB licensed punishment complexes operating across North America. LOB has plans to double this over the next twenty-four months.

As the summer grows hotter, Kenny has made himself a nuisance at the Oh Baby complex. He doesn't work there. He doesn't even volunteer to help. He's just crashing there, mooching off the staff, and waddling about the grounds causing incidents.

Last Tuesday he stopped a mixed chain gang marching to a labor site. He accosted the last girl in line, an Erin. Seeing him hopping in place holding a big soda and fondling his crotch, this inmate assumed Kenny wanted to piss on her head or her tits. That's common here. She knelt down facing him, ready for the warm stream. Kenny pulled out his stubby dick and commanded her to suck it. What happened next would never be tolerated at any prison complex-- except when Kenny is involved. The prisoners here had been warned about him. The usual rule of complete obedience doesn't apply to him. The chief order was to not let him waste time that could be better spent working or being properly punished. Because of this instruction, this Erin felt justified in standing back up. She remained silent, and gestured with her rigid mitted hands showing Kenny how she was incapable of giving any sexual service. Her mouth is blocked by her elaborate hood. Her pussy is sewn shut, her ass plugged. A sensible man would notice the extra accessories she wears that make her appear spiny and prickly. An Erin Unit girl is not exactly the perfect fuck doll. It took close to eternity for all this to register inside that melon of Kenny's. A Sophie from the starvation detail, next to last on the chain, began to whine through her gag that they would be late for work. Kenny stood there dumbly holding his shrinking pecker. The Erin pointed at his feet. He was standing on her chain. Taken aback, Kenny stepped back. The Erin and the Sophie shuffled away, dragging their weights behind them.

Kenny stood for a few seconds simmering in his shame. Suddenly, he hurled his half-full soda cup at the Erin. It bounced off her wire wig and splattered cola down her back. She marched on without any reaction. Kenny noticed a pair of guards nearby snickering at him. Kenny's face flushed red and he slumped away, humiliated, and bought another soda at the commisary.


So, things aren't going so great for Kenny, but for the rest of us, there's some great new stuff to partake of and enjoy. At "ChainGangGirls" there's three new pictures by me as part of Crystal's story, along with great new updates to the picture stories by Tibool and CG master Turnkey. Alex Streuth has a new story "With whpped topping" about a man extremely controlled by a sadistic woman. Don't worry, it's really good, trust me. Also, one off Mr. Streuth's earlier stories, "Bubbles", has been updated with superb new illustrations by one JP Honeyman. And, as usual, the full versions of my newest pictures are on display at "Chamberlain's Pictures." That's it. Be cool.

The people have spoken! What they've told me is they want to see more Kenny. I waded through the flood of messages from readers such as: ken1956, sexmachinekenny, and ynnek, all them crying out for more coverage of Kenny's recent adventures. Who am I to argue?

I've uploaded two new pictures to "Chamberlain's Pictures." There's a newly processed cowgirl getting accustomed to her stall, and a girl from the Oh Baby Bangkok Crew in a summer setting. Two different girls, two different situations. Linking them is that heaping hump of horndoggery, Kenny. Enjoy!

A new arrival at the Oh Baby complex gets a glimpse of her future self the moment she sees the nurses. They also are inmates here, each assigned to one of the eight units and wearing a nurse styled uniform based on that unit. All of them have a medical background. Some were doctors, registered nurses, or just dental hygiene assistants.
Nurses do most of the work involved with processing new arrivals. They tell the new girls to remove their jewelry and strip off their clothes and underwear. They strip by force those who refuse. They photograph the naked newbies for the complex records. Supervised by the guards, they do the body cavity searches, sticking their gloved fingers up into nervously clenched cunts and asses. They shave the new inmates, removing every hair, down to the eyelashes. They radiate the girls, ensuring the hair stays gone, and that menstruation doesn't happen. They give the arrivals an enema, so their insides start off clean.
Nurses pierce the nipples and pussy lips (when required.) They stick pins and skewers into tits (also when required.) Once an inmate has been assigned to her unit, they issue her a uniform and wig, fit her with a mask or hood, or apply makeup. They lock on the appropriate collar and shackles, and make sure the ball and chain are the right weight. They do almost everything involved with processing. The guards just make sure they do it right.
When not working intake the nurses sleep and stand at both daily roll calls with their respective units. They're responsible for giving every girl in the complex-- themselves included-- a weekly enema. They maintain the hairless standard for the inmates with regular inspections and periodic shavings. Sometimes they even apply a bandage or two.

Full picture on display at "Chamberlain's Pictures."

Gagorder update
My new piece at Chainganggirls
One more "Oh Baby" pic.

There you have it. All the latest news in haiku form. Actually, there's more. Alex Steuth updated his site recently with "Hygiene," a story both short and sweet about a female slave modified for good use in the bathroom. The people at HGTV should take notes. Mr Streuth has also streamlined the organization of his site, so all the stories are listed on one page.

Just like the poem said, Gagorder has three new stories posted: one by DX, inspired by a picture from Kabuki, and two by a bloke what goes by the handle of Spitman, as in roasting over the coals on, not saliva. He serves up two Dolcett flavored vignettes about the new white meat: woman.

Over at Chainganggirls, due to delays of a photo shoot coupled with Tibool being unavailable for a month, my pictures for the short story "Crystal" are posted in the Members section. See how life goes from bad to worse for a young female tourist imprisoned in a brutal prison camp in Southeast Asia. I feel like I've been called up to the big leagues with this one. I hope I don't strike out. I'm already at work on a few more drawings to flesh out the story. As always, the story wriiten by John really adds to the detail and emotions.

Finally, I've posted one more weird "Oh Baby" portrait over at my picture site. It's the most extreme yet, and I'd like to dedicate it to Mr. Alex Streuth.

Sayonara, for now!

Just a quick update like. I've added one more from the "Oh Baby" series over at "Chamberlain's Pictures." Now, I'm a real obsessionist...

Also, I gave a closer look-see at the blog "murmurists." It's too bizarre and arcane for me to comprehend what it's about. I think it has something to do with experimental electronic/industrial music and art. However, it does appear to be benign-- not like a tumor, more like radio waves. And, they've linked to me so they have intelligent tastes. Thus, I've added a link to them over on the side here. Take a look. It will freak you out and fry your brain. It's cheaper than booze or hard drugs. Aloha!

I did a little reorganizing over at "Chamberlain's Pictures." I condensed the folders down to two: "Vintage" featuring pictures from last year, and "Fresh", where the newest pictures will debut. For now, I've posted six drawings from the last few months. These are some weird little pictures-- especially the three "Oh Baby" pics. I don't really have a narrative to go with them. They're pieces I did while I should have been doing something else. But I hated to let them go to waste and just sit hidden and unseen. Maybe one of you will make some sense of them. Enjoy.

Speaking of strange... Every now and then I like to Google "Chamberlain's Complex" to see what comes up. Among the results recently has been something called "murmurists." At first, I assumed it was one of those sites that just randomly list every possible title/word/phrase in order to super maximize their search engine hits. I took a look at this site-- it's set up like a blog-- and I am thoroughly boggled by it. It's random sentences and odd assemblages of words with the occasional very weird piece of artwork. I don't know what to make of this. Is it some kind of web scam, roping in rubes like me off the internets? Is it abstract cyber art? Or is it some Lynchian networking site, understandable only to an enlightened few? I don't know, but they do have a link to me there (among about one hundred others) so that's cool.

Good news! I recently sent several pictures to John at Chain Gang Girls. As soon as he gets the chance, he'll work his magic, add some text, and shape them into a proper story. In the meantime, Tibool's excellent picture story set in "The Mine" continues with more misery for Christina.

I almost forgot to mention-- and celebrate-- the second anniversary of this blog. Where has the time gone? Thanks to everyone who has visited so far!

It's been too long since my last post. Then, the other day I heard from Kenny again. He went on and on about his recent travels and how "awesome" his Christmas was. He sent some pictures, including a couple of his mail order "girlfriend" from Ukraine named Karina. He gave her a "Farrel Suit" made of titanium. I guess it works, since it has already pulled her tits down to just above her pussy. I don't know what happens if it's taken off. I guess Karina's stuck with it for the rest of her life. Holly jolly.

It's also been forever and a day since my last contribution to "Chain Gang Girls." I assure you I have two seperate pieces coming. I already sent along three pictures for what will be a quick "one-off" story. I'm just finishing a couple more drawings for that one and it will be ready. In addition, John suggested I draw up an ending for the "Megan" series-- it's just been hanging in limbo for some time-- and he suggested a narrative which I think is quite an appropriate conclusion. So, that will be done a posted in the early part of this year, as well.

I haven't even posted anything over a "Chamberlain's Pictures" for a couple months now. Very bad of me, I know. I appreciate and thank everyone who's clicked in to peek at what pictures are there now. The site is a little glitchy, so if it doesn't load up right the first time, just refresh once or twice. That usually does it.

Speaking of computer problems, I haven't been able to visit J.G. Leather's site more than once in more than two months. True, he had some downtime due to computer problems back in October. Since then, the site has been a victim of it's own quality and popularity. More people want to see it, and the bandwidth is getting squeezed. Too bad, because it is an extraordinary site, with an amazing archive of artwork from all over, now including DX from over at Gagorder. Speaking of... Gagorder just updated with two new stories, some more links, and three new pictures from the artist Kabuki. Go forth and see.

Well it's a new year, with the opportunity and obligation to create new things. I've got my pictures for Chain Gang Girls to complete, then who knows what after those? Drop in and see.

Thinking how she hates doing orientations, Cindy steps inside the training room and faces eight new arrivals. She's relieved to see they have all been gagged. A new guard forgot this last week and Tina spent almost an hour trying to make herself heard over constant screaming and pleading. With the gags, the women are muted to faint whimpers. Only their wide eyes express their total fear and shock at what they're in for. The new arrivals, none older than twenty-five, sit astride wood beams with their arms bent behind them, their wrists manacled to the beam. They are naked except for clear vinyl underpants and clothespins clamped to their nipples. Through the eyeslits of her mask can see their eyes all zeroed on her. She has their attention. She directs them to an LCD monitor on the wall beside her before they focus too much on her appearance.
"Okay everyone, pay attention." she says, hoping they hear her clearly through her mask's mouthhole-- and understand her despite the half dozen rings in her lips
"This video should give you an idea of the kinds of modifications you'll receive during processing."
The video begins with upbeat, driving sythesizer music and images of females dressed in pink latex, their breasts cinched tightly together with wire, marching awkwardly while chained together in a line. Cindy heard that this video is very popular with certain extreme bondage afficianados. A bootlegged copy has been passed widely about the underground for months. Cindy notices the the women are still looking at her instead of the video. They're probably horrified by her barb wire wig, or her placid visaged China Girl mask. Maybe they're wondering if the skewers in her tits hurt. Maybe they're distracted by the rings in her nipples and labia, or by the bells and bar hanging from these. They might even be looking over her latex body suit and vinyl ballerina boots. They must be worrying if they'll end up like her. They should be so lucky. Cindy only has two years left of her sentence. She enjoys privileges they'll never know here. Just by doing this orientation she'll be excused from the "bedtime beating" tonight.
Cindy knows from experience what lies ahead for these new arrivals: Complete hair removal, teeth extraction, extreme breast enlargement. In a week, she'll see them in their thick black rubber suits, anonymous behind masks epoxied to their faces, their grotesquely swollen tits bristling with skewers and pins. They'll turn the mills in the cellars of building D.
In a week or so, new girls will arrive and Cindy, or Tina, Jessica, or some other prisoner with a scrap of hope will be assigned to stand in front of them and ask them to watch the video.
"Pay close attention now, " Cindy tells them, "there's a quiz on this afterwards, and if you get too many wrong, you'll be punished."
The women look intently at the screen as Cindy gestures a mitted hand occasionaly to emphasize some central points. She'll continue this as the video plays over the next two hours.

This story is dedicated to everyone who's started a new job and has to sit through yet another orientation seminar. Also, because of new picture size limitations on this blog's image host, I've uploaded the full sized picture accompanying this post off site. To see it, along with all future pictures-- at least until I figure out another solution-- click on the link to the right labled "Chamberlain's Pictures." I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but it's the only way (for now) I can display the pictures in the size and resolution they need.

Emily knew she needed to be two sizes smaller if she hoped to ace her audition at the studio. Winning the job of weather reporter on the afternoon news could lead to a real career on television. She was concerned about how the camera exagerates one's weight. Emily didn't want to look chubby, but she didn't have enough time for proper dieting and exercise. She ordered a new designer enzyme guaranteed to "melt away the flab" from an online dealer. Although the drug was known to have some serious side effects, Emily was willing to take the risk. In the end, she wouldn't have to. Only hours before, the government had banned the sale, sale, purchase, and possesion of the enzyme. The same hour she placed her order, Emily was arrested. By day's end she had been tried and sentenced to five years in prison. She got off easy; first offenders usually got six years. Repeat offenders got from ten years to life. Because she had not yet received the contraband, the judge showed leniancy. So, by late evening, Emily walked frightend and trembling down the corridor of the women's correction complex, stumbling in her steps due to her shackles and wooden clogs.
To be honest, Emily looked pretty cute in her tight striped two piece uniform, even if her face looked a bit puffy from her continuous crying. The guard shoved her inside one of the overcrowded cells that would be home for five years. The steel door slammed behind her and Emily, now legally known as prisoner number two-six-four-seven-J looked around her at the other inmates crowding the narrow bunks of the stifling cell. If their appearance indicated what lay ahead for her, Emily knew she was in for some very bad times.

After six months, Emily had adjusted to her new life, but she was hardly used to it. From her first day on, she had been assigned to turn a mill. The mill was simply a beam attached to a heavy cylinder that rotated atop a post. With her hands clamped to the beam, Emily pushed the cylinder around and around, for fourteen hours a day, each and every day. Besides turning the mill, Emily stood at two hour long roll calls at the beginning and end of each day. She waited for an hour or more to receive the small bowl of porridge that was her only meal. She slept uneasily for five or six hours at night in a bunk with three other women. Her cell held fifteen women and girls altogether.
Emily's only break from this routine came in the form of extra punishments-- usually meted out randomly or as part of group discipline. In six months Emily had been punished eight times: five seperate occasions of being lashed across her back and ass, or across her tits; and three different days spent inside a "squat box"-- a short metal box that forces its unlucky occupant into a crouching position. Most of the time Emily just turned her mill around in a circle, grinding her life away.
Six months of this harsh existence had an obvious and alarming effect on Emily physically and psychologically. She grew shockingly thin-- emaciated in fact. Her arms and legs looked like sticks. Her pretty face turned sunken and gaunt. Her ribs and other bones portruded beneath her skin as it shrank against her declining body. Most shocking of all, her once firm and plump tits sagged against her chest, hanging below the hem of her tiny striped top.
Emily felt tired and weak all the time, with a continuous dull ache in her stomach. Her head hurt. She didn't think about much except food-- when and if she would be fed next. She spent her days turning her mill in silence; the only sounds being the clomp-clomp of the prisoners' wooden clogs mixed with the clink-clink of shackles, the sqeak-squeak of the mill, and the occasional slap-shriek as a guard whipped one of the women each turning their own mills-- there were twenty mills in Emily's chamber. Emily certainly felt it when she received one of these whippings. She yelped, then tried to move a bit faster so she wouldn't be hit again. For a few seconds she realized just how miserable her situation was. She wondered if she could endure a full five years of this, or she worried if things would get even worse. She soon returned to thinking about getting something to eat. Her imprisonment had helped Emily succeed at one thing: she had dropped several sizes-- all the way down to size negative five!

I recently heard from Kenny, my nemesis--er, I mean colleague. He wanted to brag about the party at a women's correction center he had wormed his way into. Even though he stood out like a fresh dog turd on a putting green, Kenny was thrilled to rub his sweatshirted elbows with some of the greatest minds currently involved in the field of female confinment and discipline. I'll let Kenny speak for himself:

"Man! It was awesome! It was like a Benson book come to life. There were like 30 chicks wearing the latest uniforms and bondage gear and equipment. There was a lot of rubber and latex. You know, chicks with smoking hot bodies look really good all wrapped up tight in rubber!
There were lots of great tits on display. Some of them were natural and some were enlarged. Yeah, you know what I mean!? There was this one girl she had HH cup titis I think. She was skinny so she was chained to this rolling frame thing so she wouldn't fall on her face.
Hey Chamberlain I know you got a thing for chicks in masks. They had a lot of those there too. Gas masks, metal masks, Japan masks, and the new China Doll mask I'm seeing everywhere now. I'm not as kinky for the mask stuff as you are but these girlz were so hot I was getting horny myself! I attached a pic. That's me in the middle. Sweet!
You know I would have liked to stick it in some of the tail there but some fancy dude told me that all of them were fitted with chastity belts or they had their cunts sewn shut! Damn! What a waste. I told him to let me know when they're ready to open em up! Ha Ha!
I really wanted to stick around and swap stories with all those great minds and exchange ideas but I had to be somewhere so I left before the big presentation. Keep it real!"

I learned that Kenny was forcibly ejected from the party for filling his pockets with shrimp and for trying to jimmy open a girl's chastity device with a fork. I wish I had been able to go. But I owe some small thanks to Kenny for allowing me to attend vicariously. These really are exciting times!

New in town
Incall only
Outcall only
Incall/Outcall
Call from cell phone only
24/7
Asian
Redhead
50+
Latina
She-male
Sexy
Actual photo
Satisfaction guaranteed
No rip-offs
BDSM
Full service
French lessons
Real Girlfriend Experience
Very discreet
Visa preferred

Sampled from the back pages of a local weekly alternative newspaper.

Wow! Only days after my last post, John from Chainganggirls contacted me-- after reading that post-- and updated my membership. I was thrilled, but I hadn't written what I did to embarass him. I meant to shame myself into doing some new pictures for his site. Now I really will have to. Before the end of next month I'll send off some new pictures for the Megan series, or Abiza, or maybe a new story. You all can hold me to this. By the way, I looked over the pictures in the series "The Mine" and they are extraordinary. If chained females working at extremely hard labor dressed only in worn striped dresses ,old sacks, or naked gets your interest up, then I again recommend signing up as a member to see these and other great picture stories.
Coincidentally, Peter from Gagorder let me know the same day that his site has been updated. There's what looks to be a superb novella from DX about a woman forced to be a cow, and a neat short tale of the ultimate in restraint. Plus, the wild photo manipulations of Fast Fist and Bolo are back. These must be seen. And, yes, Peter is working to fix the broken links. Give him some time.
Last, but not least, a loyal reader/fan from my days "Underground" got in touch with me, inspiring me to work on a new story or two, plus I may repost an old story or two here.
I guess I'd better get back to work!

It's time to put the "log" back in blogging, whatever that might mean. I feel guilty about posting nothing for a couple months. I didn't even do anything for the first anniversary of this blog, which came and went at the end of March. I've got a few new pieces in the pipeline, so I'll make amends.
It isn't just my blog I've neglected. It's been over a year since I did anything for Chainganggirls. Not only that, but the free membership that John, the owner of the site, so generously gave me in exchange for my contributions expired at the end of last year. I've been missing a lot of good stuff. But I'm not going to even mention this to him until I have a few drawings to offer up. I don't want to look like a free loader. Actually, if you're interested in that great site, and don't have original artwork to exchange for a membership, I really can recommend getting a paid membership-- if only for a few months. There's a great picture story series running there called "Christina in The Mine." The artist goes by the handle of Tibool, and he's pretty damn talented-- and prolific! He just cranks this great stuff out. Man, I am envious!
I also haven't sent anything to Peter over at MyGagOrder. It's a good place for me to display my more bizarre, even creepy side. There hasn't been anything new there for a couple months either. But that's how it is with that site: when you least expect it-- Wham!
The talented writer Alex Streuth has updated his story site a couple times in as many months. One wild new story describes what very bad things the kidnapped actresses Angelina Jolie and Natalie Portman must do to free themselves; or get revenge. Streuth's writing is worth a read if you like imaginative and bizarre erotic bondage fiction. If I could draw like he writes, I'd have some killer pictures to show off!
Before I started up this blog, I had another site-- rather elaborate, with continuing stories, vignettes, lots of pictures-- I called it "Chamberlain's Underground." Back in the early years of this decade every other fetish site had "underground" in its title. I really liked doing that site, I felt free to just post almost anything (within law and reason) in regards to subject matter and tone. I even had a few fans who politely wrote me with story ideas and suggestions-- actually I still do. Not everybody liked it, of course. One of the first pieces of feedback I received was from a fellow I'll call R:
"Just seen your drawings and tell you something my daughter is only 14 can draw better than you."
Does she have a site? Seriously, though, he's not completely wrong. There's plenty of people, fourteen years or whatever old, with more skill at drawing than I have. And yet, I think my pieces have a certain madness to them. They beg to be looked at and past my amateurish technique, into that weird zone between misogynistic distopia and dressing room peeping party. A later comment on a forum, "The Digiartist's Domain" in response to a challenge to find the sickest, most twisted sites out there had this to say:
"Here be Chamberlain's Underground, another disturbing bondage site in which the artist presents an ultra-pessimistic view of the war on terrorism. The pics and writing here are sort of amateurish, but display some chilling punishments." Well put. Too bad I only found this comment recently, four years after its posting and three years after the server of my site's host crashed and burned, thus burying "Chamberlain's Underground" permanently.
Or so I thought. Over at "The Internet's Sickest Sites", near the bottom of the "BDSM" page, there's a link to an archived version of my old site as it appeared during its glory days, circa late 2003. It's text only, just the stories and captions, without the pictures-- those didn't get archived-- which is just as well. My drawings have gotten better over the years, just a tiny bit at a time. I'm relieved not to have all those early efforts on display. Interestingly enough, many of the stories there read pretty well, even though they were originally written just to accompany some dodgy looking drawings.
So, it's time I got off my ass, created some new stuff, and shared it with the world. There's a great release in making art. Having some place to show it is merely a bonus. I hope I can stay here a while.

Ryoko's story continues from "Through the Gate Into Hell"

The prisoners at the punishment camp for women in Akita prefecture aren't allowed to just lie idly about, bound, violated, and feeling sorry for themselves. They must also work. It's not hard physical labor like at many complexes. It's clerical work. "Hard clerical" you could call it.
For the first nine hundred days of her one thousand day sentence there, Ryoko Ayasugi worked a hotline for a Japanese utility company. Dressed in her bodysuit uniform complete with piercings and a locked-on face mask, Ryoko answered and directed calls for sixteen hours a day, seven days a week--and all while standing chained to her work station by her neck, nipples and clitoris. She had one five minute feeding break each day, but no bathroom breaks. None were needed since all her waste fed into plastic bags she wore slung from her knees. She slept chained and kneeling in a small cage.
During these brutal workdays, guard/monitors kept a constant watch on Ryoko and the other slaves. The punishments for mistakes or poor customer service were often harsh and included whippings, skewers through select body parts, or denial of food or sleep. That very Japanese virtue of patience helped her survive.
Ryoko did not miss this at all when, for her last hundred days, she was promoted to custodial duty. Dressed in her visually appealing summer uniform, including an imported ChinaDoll™ mask (from Sebastian Blackcat Industries) and wig, Ryoko groped her way through the tangle of cables and tubes checking on the "gamer" slaves.
It's well known that certain online role playing games have been extremely popular worldwide. Not everyone knows about the real world industries connected to these games--specifically the merchandise and property a player can buy within these games. Entrepeneurs use computer programs or hired gamers to play these games--for hours at a time--securing these virtual commodities to sell to other gamers for real money. The Akita punishment camp exploited this with a block filled with slaves, their heads encased in special virtual helmets. All they saw and heard was the world of the RPGs. Several different hoses provided air and nourishment, or disposed of theirbodily wastes. They were held in place inside a large piece of rigid tubing. Only their hands, encased in virtual interaction gloves were left semi free. These slaves spent eighteen hours a day searching the game world for prizes and property. For six hours they were allowed to sleep standing in place. More than a few of these women ended up with diminished mental faculties.
Ryoko's job simple. She creeped from slave to slave, holding her " severed head on a chain" so it wouldn't snag in the jungle of cables, and made sure everything and everyone was performing properly, that every cable and tube was in place. When she wasn't patroling the block. Ryoko was allowed to join in the game at an external monitor. Sometimes she'd be nice and help the gamer slaves secure what they were after. Occasionally, she'd antagonize someone she was annoyed with, sabatoging her virtual work and earning her some real world punishments--like electric shocks to the clitoris. Considering all she had endured before, Ryoko thought this a relaxed finish to her time at the punishment camp.

I'd say that Madeline has really taken to her new life as a hostess. It suits her better than her former identity as a TV commentator. All she needs is a few more modifications...

As for me, I extend my heartiest welcome to all my new visitors since Peter linked to me on his fine site, Gagorder. I was really enjoying the votes the various posts were receiving--until my host deleted the vote function; cache deletion, or something like that. So, voters, you've been disfranchised--only temporarily, I hope. You're always welcome to leave a judgement (comment) or send me an e-mail. And, as always, thanks for reading!

One more thing, just in case you haven't, let me enthusiastically recommend a visit to the site of JG Leathers, the talented author and BSDM scene legend. The first bondage themed book I bought and read was Leather's "The Contract: Part Two", so having a personal glimpse into his world is a real pleasure. One of the site's best features is the collected galleries of photos and artwork by some of the talented and imaginative artists who have shaped our fantasies. So here it is: www.jg-leathers.com. You will love it!

"Come they told me, pah-rum-pum-pum-pum..." The governor of Cedar Crest Punishment Complex treats all his inmates as personal playthings. He seperates them into several categories: ponygirls, cowgirls, ballerina girls, teddy girls, and clowns such as these two. They arrived on Christmas Day, after a tough forced march to the prison, to begin two year sentences. Delighted with these new toys, the governor made them march around the grounds for another five hours until they colapsed from exhaustion.

Valerie's arrest, interrogation, and trial all happened in less than twenty-four hours. After her transport to the regional punishment complex, Valerie stood in a hallway outside the intake chamber for nine hours waiting to be processed. When her time finally came, the intake staff processed her in less than fifteen minutes. It took five minutes to completely remove every hair from Valerie's head and body. They fitted and locked an extremely restrictive helmet on her bald head in a couple minutes. Then a steel collar and shackles were locked in place around her neck and ankles. Lastly, Valerie received her uniform: a miniscule little open brested dress and plastic clogs. She was given ten seconds to put these on. Her transformation into an inmate complete, Valerie was forced to run (or rather quick-step stumble) to the cell block. Here she was again forced to stand and wait outside her assigned cell until the other girls also assigned there returned from their labor detail so she could lay on the concrete floor with them, joined at their collars by a long chain. Then began the longest wait--five years. 

Newcomer in hell/ One thousand days to suffer/ How will she bear it? 

Ryoko Ayasugi began a one thousand day sentence at the women's punishment camp in Akita prefecture six days ago. The camp follows the American model for severe punishment, with some traditional Japanese brutality interjected. Ryoko experienced this the day she arrived with thirty-nine other female convicts. Like them, she wore only her underwear: bra and panties. She had been forced to strip off the rest of her clothes right on the sidewalk when she was arrested. Climbing down from the transport truck Ryoko and the others lined up and stood silently with their eyes trained to the ground as the governor looked them over. He selected half of them--including Ryoko-- to go inside the processing block. The remaining women were ordered to kneel and wait with their arms behind their backs.

Over the next three hours, Ryoko was processed to become prisoner 597-6. They tattooed this number along with the characters for "prisoner" on her chest. They pierced her nipples and clitoris and inserted steel rings. It took two guards to fit Ryoko into her tight rubber body suit with openings exposing her tits, cunt, and ass. They inserted tubing into the last two and connected them to plastic bags she wore slung behind her knees collecting her piss, shit, and period flow. Ryoko really hated having her feet shoved at almost a 90º angle into her awful new boots. 

Then came the restraints as a steel collar was locked around her neck, metal cuffs around her wrists, and shackles connected by a rigid steel bar around her ankles. Her cuffs were connected to her nipple rings by two chains about fifty cm each in length. Two small bells also hung from her nipple rings.

The final indignity--so thought Ryoko--was the white enamled steel female Noh styled mask clamped to her face. The narrow eye slits restricted her sight. The small mouth opening hindered her breathing and eating. The stiff wig she was to wear on top of this was merely an annoyance.

When Ryoko and the other new prisoners were herded out of the processing block, stumbling along in their painful boots, hobbling because of the bar shackles, they saw something that made them scream through their mask holes. Piled near the door were the heads of the twenty women ordered to kneel and wait for. the first group to be processed. A guard had sliced each woman's head off with a sword, while another screwed a hook with a forty cm length of chain attached into the stump of each neck. A work detail of prisoners had hauled the bodies away for disposal.

Ryoko's group were commanded to form a single line. They nervously obeyed. A guard connected a head on a chain to each woman's ankle bar. Ryoko would be forced to drag the head of a twenty-three year old third grade teacher behind her through gravel, dirt, mud, weeds, and asphalt. She would feel very sad about this if she had time to think on it. But Ryoko has kept very busy every day as she is screamed at, whipped, and forced to move at a faster pace than her collected hinderances allow. Her single thought is how to survive from one terrible moment to the next. 

"That's your uniform?"

"Yes."

"Winter or summer?"

"Um, both."

"And you're not in chains all the time?"

"No. Just when I'm transported somewhere, like today."

"What kind of work they got you doing?"

"Well, we clean and mend clothes for a donation society. I work in the kitchen sometimes."

"Where is this place?"

"That's really your uniform?"

Kimberly and Sonia flood Jane with questions about her old style uniform and temporary chains because they have never seen a prisoner like her outside the documentaries on the Prison History channel. Utilitarian outfits like Jane's lost popularity decades back as women's prisons adopted more elaborate and/or revealing uniforms. The wild variety of these are on display at the district court building Wednesdays and Thursdays as convicts are brought in from the surrounding complexes to testify in trials or answer questions from an inquest. And so Kimberly and Sonia, both wearing their full winter uniforms--and hand restraints to prevent escape--wait in the hallway outside a hearing room with Jane in between them. 

Jane's prison is an old one, with grandfathered uniform codes that would violate current regulations. She's not used to being on public display or being in chains--unlike Kimberly and Sonia. They've both worked outside exposed to the leers of the public. They're also very accustomed to their shackles; they wear them ninety-nine percent of the time. Their collars are never removed. Both Kimberly and Sonia have years of incarceration ahead of them.

As for Jane, she has years to go. It's likely a matter of months before the operators of her prison give in to progress and issue the inmates up to date uniforms and restraints. If Kimberly or Sonia see Jane again, they won't recognize her. 

As well behaved a cowgirl as Myung is, it doesn't mean she won't receive extra punishments. After the attachment of her extra pair of breasts, her milk production declined for a few days. This is a common--and temporary--effect of the procedure, but for whatever reason, her handlers didn't consider this and, accusing her of laziness, sentenced her to three months in the discipline barn.

Compared to many of the other cows in the discipline barn, Myung wasn't mistreated too harshly. She was forced to wear a mask throught her sentence, and a 5 kilogram weight was attached to her shackles. Sometimes the guards would beat her across her breasts, thighs, or buttocks. But at least her arms weren't amputated and she never suffered some of the more brutal punishments (involving branding or pin sticking) inflicted on cows with no hope. 

Myung returned to the regular cowgirl population after three months of her extra punishment. So far, she hasn't given any reason to be sent back to the discipline barn.

"You, bitch--don't just stand there pissing

Move all those barrels to the dock

There had better not be any missing

When the truck arrives at four o'clock!"

The guard brandishes her cane

Glares with anger into prisoner Michelle's eye.

She screams, she strikes, Michelle screams in pain

As she's hit across her breasts, her buttocks, her thigh.

Michelle doesn't run, doesn't fight

She doesn't even try to move the barrels faster.

Another inmate draws the guard's sight.

She leaves Michelle to work without a master.

Michelle has long ago learned not to ask why.

She works hard each day and hopes not to die.