<?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>Boytoysub0069 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/boytoysub0069/</link><description>Recent content in Boytoysub0069 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/boytoysub0069/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bondage Greetings, Gift Wrapped</title><link>/stories/2012/01/27/bondage-greetings-gift-wrapped/</link><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/01/27/bondage-greetings-gift-wrapped/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought.
It was a small school yard, with a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on.
The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not too much traffic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="2" loading="lazy" src="bondgreets_giftwrap2.jpg"&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had gone there many times during the summer and fall , always late at night so there was less chance to come across anyone. Today was going to be different, I was going to go in the morning, i had staked it out a few days before and no one really got there till the late afternoon, for the couple of days that i watched it, a group of four men would get there around 2pm and clean off the rink for 40 minutes to an hour, then later on people would show up to go skating, or play a game of hockey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What was I Thinking</title><link>/stories/2007/07/26/what-was-i-thinking/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/07/26/what-was-i-thinking/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What was I thinking, I should never of been so foolish to set myself up like this. The truth is I wanted to make my fantasies come to life, and now my deepest, hormone filled dreams were all too real.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sam logged on to the alt.com site and checked his email, another message from the Dom to put him through his paces Sam hoped. The message left instructions on a hotel to meet, and how the meeting was looked forward to. This would be the first meeting, and though they had exchanged numerous emails, thoughts, fantasies and even some pictures, this was going to be one hundred percent real.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What was I Thinking</title><link>/stories/2007/07/26/what-was-i-thinking/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/07/26/what-was-i-thinking/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What was I thinking, I should never of been so foolish to set myself up like this. The truth is I wanted to make my fantasies come to life, and now my deepest, hormone filled dreams were all too real.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sam logged on to the alt.com site and checked his email, another message from the Dom to put him through his paces Sam hoped. The message left instructions on a hotel to meet, and how the meeting was looked forward to. This would be the first meeting, and though they had exchanged numerous emails, thoughts, fantasies and even some pictures, this was going to be one hundred percent real.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Caught</title><link>/stories/2006/12/19/caught/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/19/caught/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have been into cross dressing and tight inescapable bondage for as long as I can remember, and my need to push the envelope got stronger all the time. The times of dressing up and binding myself at home were long gone as far as the ultimate excitement. Now I found myself going out into the outside world, where the risk of been seen were much greater. Thanks to the internet and such places as the sub shop, and of course E bay, I had gathered an extensive collection of toys, restraints, and clothes. My favorites include the body hugging lyra exeunt cat suits, and well pretty much anything tight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Caught</title><link>/stories/2006/12/19/caught/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/19/caught/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have been into cross dressing and tight inescapable bondage for as long as I can remember, and my need to push the envelope got stronger all the time. The times of dressing up and binding myself at home were long gone as far as the ultimate excitement. Now I found myself going out into the outside world, where the risk of been seen were much greater. Thanks to the internet and such places as the sub shop, and of course E bay, I had gathered an extensive collection of toys, restraints, and clothes. My favorites include the body hugging lycra exeunt cat suits, and well pretty much anything tight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What was I Thinking</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/what-was-i-thinking/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/what-was-i-thinking/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What was I thinking, I should never of been so foolish to set myself up like this. The truth is I wanted to make my fantasies come to life, and now my deepest, hormone filled dreams were all too real.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sam logged on to the alt.com site and checked his email, another message from the Dom to put him through his paces Sam hoped. The message left instructions on a hotel to meet, and how the meeting was looked forward to. This would be the first meeting, and though they had exchanged numerous emails, thoughts, fantasies and even some pictures, this was going to be one hundred percent real.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>