In most icons, Saint Mary-Jane is depicted in a small, dark room and surrounded by a Holy light, emphasizing the ropes about her body. Certainly, the patron saint of bondage fetishes is a beautiful sight to behold.
As he sat tied up in the darkened cellar of Cell Block 'R', Quentin began to regret his decision to stage an impromptu version of 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' for the guys. Now all he could do was wait for the familiar sound of lust-crazed deviants as they piled down the stairs. Something told him he wouldn't be waiting long...
Rosemary istened to the sound of the key turning in the lock. 'Typical!' Her captor had been away all day, only to return five seconds after she'd farted....
After 36 hours tied up Mary began to halucinate. Strange that she should be playing the trombone whilst Jeeeeeesus revealed himself in all his wondrous glory.
Another stag night, another chance for the lads to dress Gary as a tranny and tie him up once he was pissed and passed out. But why could he hear seagulls? And what did that chart of Valparaiso mean, exactly?
"Yes it is Clarice. Are you happy to hear me? Oh, and that wasn't 100 boys experiencing the joys of digitation. It was just the census taker in the cell next to you, Clarice."
"Dr. Letcher, what have you done to him?"
"Ah Clarice...always wanting to help others before herself. We just had a discussion on organ donation and he was all for it. As a result, I am here naked in a bath of fava beans playing with a liver as a rubber ducky. Does this excite you, Clarice?"
"Whoa...Dr Letcher! How does a girl answer that kind of question?"
After reading that her hero Paris Hilton would be fullfilling her jail sentence, Jane decided to tie herself up and experience the agony of having her cell phone over 5ft away from her. In order to later write Paris exclaiming how she knew what true despiration and despair felt like.
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In most icons, Saint Mary-Jane is depicted in a small, dark room and surrounded by a Holy light, emphasizing the ropes about her body. Certainly, the patron saint of bondage fetishes is a beautiful sight to behold.
As he sat tied up in the darkened cellar of Cell Block 'R', Quentin began to regret his decision to stage an impromptu version of 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' for the guys. Now all he could do was wait for the familiar sound of lust-crazed deviants as they piled down the stairs. Something told him he wouldn't be waiting long...
Rosemary istened to the sound of the key turning in the lock. 'Typical!' Her captor had been away all day, only to return five seconds after she'd farted....
Maybe if I don't look at those cigarettes the nicotine patches will kick in.
After 36 hours tied up Mary began to halucinate. Strange that she should be playing the trombone whilst Jeeeeeesus revealed himself in all his wondrous glory.
Another stag night, another chance for the lads to dress Gary as a tranny and tie him up once he was pissed and passed out. But why could he hear seagulls? And what did that chart of Valparaiso mean, exactly?
"Hello Clarice"
"Dr. Letcher is that you?"
"Yes it is Clarice. Are you happy to hear me? Oh, and that wasn't 100 boys experiencing the joys of digitation. It was just the census taker in the cell next to you, Clarice."
"Dr. Letcher, what have you done to him?"
"Ah Clarice...always wanting to help others before herself. We just had a discussion on organ donation and he was all for it. As a result, I am here naked in a bath of fava beans playing with a liver as a rubber ducky. Does this excite you, Clarice?"
"Whoa...Dr Letcher! How does a girl answer that kind of question?"
After reading that her hero Paris Hilton would be fullfilling her jail sentence, Jane decided to tie herself up and experience the agony of having her cell phone over 5ft away from her. In order to later write Paris exclaiming how she knew what true despiration and despair felt like.
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