<?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>Cagedsgt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/cagedsgt/</link><description>Recent content in Cagedsgt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/cagedsgt/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Accident Victim To Slave</title><link>/stories/2007/09/03/accident-victim-to-slave/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/09/03/accident-victim-to-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It seems strange thinking back about the change that took place in my life. It took my involvement in an accident to generate the imagination in my wife, Tncia, to enjoy bondage from the dominant role. We had been married for over eight years of fairly fulfilling companionship. We played with bondage about once every other month or so usually as a method to excite our lives as the boredom would set in. An exciting evening of bondage and our sex lives would be good to go for a month or two.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Prolonging the Feeling</title><link>/stories/2007/02/27/prolonging-the-feeling/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/02/27/prolonging-the-feeling/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In the hurried sexcapades of youth, during those back seat flings and the quickies of youth, because Mom and Dad might show up at any time. I was left with a very serious problem. My problems was that of premature ejection. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t able to hold back, more then two or three minutes. I would loose my self control, and shoot my load. If my lady enjoyed playing for a while first I would always explode in her hand and be unable to get another hardon for her to enjoy. This became a problem as the years passed by.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Two Weeks as a Pet</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/two-weeks-as-a-pet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/two-weeks-as-a-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Erosboutique &amp;amp; Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have enjoyed bondage since my college days. My roommate, Connie,
and myself would trade off binding each other and adding our teasing ways.
And occasionally we would work out a special self bondage with us tied
together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But toward the end of our two years together it was more often Connie
doing the binding and me enjoying her teasing. It was a dream world to
stay excited all week and then enjoy a Friday or Saturday date to extinguish
the burning desires.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>