Straitjacket Blues 3: Stories of Unease: Volume 3

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Hours later, Laura was stiff from the extremely tight bondage as well the cold temperature of her room or rather cell. Yes, Dr Blymire and Nurse Jodie has lowered her room temperature and pumped a special gas into her room. Just as Laura thought she would roll over frozen, the cell door shifted open. careful of the arch way, it’s short.” Thanks for saying that after it happened, I groaned in my head and through the panty gag. If that still didn’t force a confession, the executioner (who was often in charge of interrogation, too) would simply shatter their fingertips with a hammer.

It was an advert for drinks and dance at one of the castle’s bar and lounge in the evening. “Music from the oldies to the present day. Dress code smart casual and prizes for best dancing pair, guy and girls,” Jaigo read. “Well, what do you say?” He turned to Jonathan. Too bad if he isn’t, because there’s no way he’s going to be released in the foreseeable future.” Kirsty chimed in. Alright Peter. Please excuse my anger. I’m calm now! Please understand that I am not used to a male telling me that I’m making a mistake! And it’s been a long time since a male even spoke to me without permission! But of course you are new here, and do not know our rules. So I won’t punish you! But, please, just be quiet. I will give you a chance to speak later” Sweetie,” her father added, “no father likes to see his daughter in your state but this is the county rule. I trust this doctor and I’m sure you’ll be fine in her hands after a month. You’ll be alright,” he blew a kiss. Abi: I was angry and shouted every day since twelve. They say something is wrong with part of my brain. I don’t believe but I’ve stopped my anger lately.

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Let’s be a bit more respectful ok?” Clarence tried again. Instead he received the same round of protests and swearing. Sighing once again, He pressed another button and Laura collapsed unconscious. In medieval Ghent, this was considered corporal punishment, similar to spanking a child who didn’t do his homework. It was done to thieves and other minor offenders. The last executioner in Ghent was a man named Jean Guillaume Hannoff. When he died in 1866, his son donated his tools to the city. Among them was the above cleaver as well as his prized hangman’s noose. 7Branding Mmm,” I said through the stuffing and the gag. I was more mesmerized by his looks and my response was rather thinking, ‘wow, you’re damn hot boy’.

An hour later in a darkened room, Laura was strapped firmly but not tightly to a wave-less waterbed, heated precisely to her skin temperature to help and sever any sensory input. She was covered with only thin cotton sheets over her breasts and crotch to keep moisture from dripping on her those areas and awakening her. An intravenous drip with a computerized metering device had been started in her left arm, which alternated a special sedative, kept in tune with an electroencephalograph. A tube was inserted into her mouth both to deaden her taste buds and to keep her teeth apart–the sound of teeth grinding was carefully controlled and to keep her from swallowing her tongue in case of an induced epileptic episode. A catheter was inserted into her urethra to drain any urine, though there was hardly any. Laura’s eyes were covered by a tight blindfold. On her head was strapped a pair of headphones, through which instructions, messages, propaganda, noise, news, information, and other aural stimulation were introduced or, if desired, no sound at all was allowed. More wires were attached to measure her brain activity, breathing and hearth rate. Amy sighed deeply with regret. She’d known all along that this impasse was going to surface, but had until now put off taking steps to remedy the situation. For she knew that, without the assistance of someone to help her, there was no way she could utilise her new most treasured possession to its fullest potential. And there lay her dilemma. For Amy knew of no one within her circle of friends that she would feel comfortable with asking for help. Well, we did the maze game and I won the rounds then we did the poles game and it was a wet one for my sisters,” Jocasta gave affirmed yelp in reply.The first part was pretty fine–not much of a slope, but I’ve never hiked or climbed bound and gagged. I did trip or lean towards my side but with my boyfriend held and guided me. As a steeper slope appeared and few couples passed us, my confidence and energy level dropped. It sounds like you’re having some suicidal ideation. Have you tried to harm yourself?” she asked. I shook my head.