<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Beverly on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/beverly/</link><description>Recent content in Beverly on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/beverly/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Captured CD</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/captured-cd/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/captured-cd/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m not sure which was the most humiliating part, cummimg as she smacked
my balls, or being tied to the tree wearing tights (pantyhose).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let me explain. As a closet crossdresser with a love of bondage, I often
put myself into these strange predicaments, but this time it had all gone
wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a Wednesday morning, the wife is at work and I’ve got a day off.
No sooner had she gone, had I changed into some barely black tights. Whilst
I pondered what to wear next I logged on and surfed the net for inspiration.
I got the idea to go outside, and saw a site on outdoor bondage. It was
written by a guy fairly local to where I live, and it recommended some
suitable locations. I knew a wooded area that he referred to, so that was
my plan.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>