kinbaku wrote:So, members, watch out during your next self-bondages. Maybe I found out your address and suddenly I'm next to you.
Putting your magical powers to good use, we might find ourselves transported elsewhere.
Beam me up, Kinbaku?
Jenny.
Helplessness is a doorway to the innermost reaches of the soul.
If my corset isn't tight, it just isn't right!
Kink is the spice of life!
Come to the Dark Side - we have cookies!
JIMDINI wrote:Putting your magical powers to good use, we might find ourselves transported elsewhere.
Beam me up, Kinbaku?
Jenny.
Is that high enough?
BoundJenny_BeamUp.png
I assume the rails are to hold the solar panels powering the force field that is keeping her safe from the vacuum of space.
Not sure why she is screaming, 'In space nobody can hear you scream.'. Oh and before Bounddosster recovers from the head ache, watch space battles with the sound off if you want realism.
Never confuse your ambitions with your abilities. If you can't free yourself, who will?
When your helpless, you have no choice but to wait.
JIMDINI wrote:Putting your magical powers to good use, we might find ourselves transported elsewhere.
Beam me up, Kinbaku?
Jenny.
Is that high enough?
BoundJenny_BeamUp.png
I would have preferred the transporter room to the vacuum of space...
bounddosster wrote:I guess that is why they call it Science Fiction.
The naughtier form of Science Fiction would be, as my Mom said many times, Science Friction.
Jenny.
Helplessness is a doorway to the innermost reaches of the soul.
If my corset isn't tight, it just isn't right!
Kink is the spice of life!
Come to the Dark Side - we have cookies!
bound_jenny wrote:
The naughtier form of Science Fiction would be, as my Mom said many times, Science Friction.
Jenny.
Science Friction, its the lab coats they wear, made from to course material. Rubs them up the wrong way, that's why a lot of them have mad looking hair.
bound_jenny wrote:I would have preferred the transporter room to the vacuum of space...
But you are inside the transporter room connected to the bars at the window. That's why you're yelling: because you keep thinking we're going to collide with another spacecraft.
bounddosster wrote:I guess that is why they call it Science Fiction.
bound_jenny wrote:The naughtier form of Science Fiction would be, as my Mom said many times, Science Friction.
We use a product called "Science Friction" in the magic world.
kinbaku wrote:The Science Friction is to treat playing cards for certain effects to be able to do.
Your poker games must be quite interesting.
Jenny.
Helplessness is a doorway to the innermost reaches of the soul.
If my corset isn't tight, it just isn't right!
Kink is the spice of life!
Come to the Dark Side - we have cookies!
Hope everything is ok, I am sure your first priority when you get home is to sign in and check unread messages.
Hope to see you soon, we are at door nail status without you.
Kinbaku come home,
It isn't the same without you,
Miss your company
A haiku poem for your return.
(This post is not designed or intended to imply, refer to, or insinuate that anyone else at Bound Anna.Com, its affiliates, or sister sites are, or have ever been meant to be construed as "chopped liver' or anything of the kind.
Bondage is like a foreign film without subtitles. Only through sharing and practice can we hope to understand.
A Jedi uses bondage for knowledge and defense, never for attack.
I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T!....I, I mean S-M-A-R-T!
Shannon SteelSlave wrote:construed as "chopped liver' or anything of the kind
Fried with onions in olive oil? With a side of rotini covered in the oil used for frying the liver and onions. Yum!
Jenny.
Helplessness is a doorway to the innermost reaches of the soul.
If my corset isn't tight, it just isn't right!
Kink is the spice of life!
Come to the Dark Side - we have cookies!
Shannon SteelSlave wrote:Hope everything is ok, I am sure your first priority when you get home is to sign in and check unread messages.
Hope to see you soon, we are at door nail status without you.
Kinbaku come home,
It isn't the same without you,
Miss your company
A haiku poem for your return.
(This post is not designed or intended to imply, refer to, or insinuate that anyone else at Bound Anna.Com, its affiliates, or sister sites are, or have ever been meant to be construed as "chopped liver' or anything of the kind.
I don’t mind the current stillness here. Reminds me of hurricanes in Florida: the eye of the storm is always calm and quiet. Rest assured that this is only temporary and things will get lively soon enough.
Riddle wrote:
I don’t mind the current stillness here. Reminds me of hurricanes in Florida: the eye of the storm is always calm and quiet. Rest assured that this is only temporary and things will get lively soon enough.
Just watch out, when that flood gate opens upon his return. If you think my hypo-manic posting after returning from one of my vacations is bad, I think you ain't seen nothing yet.
Bondage is like a foreign film without subtitles. Only through sharing and practice can we hope to understand.
A Jedi uses bondage for knowledge and defense, never for attack.
I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T!....I, I mean S-M-A-R-T!