<?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>Cbpar5 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/cbpar5/</link><description>Recent content in Cbpar5 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/cbpar5/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Gift for Katy</title><link>/stories/2019/03/01/a-gift-for-katy/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/01/a-gift-for-katy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I wanted to do something special for Katy as this was the 2nd time in our relationship I be celebrating her birthday (this one her 34th) with her as we’ve been together over two years now. A little back story on me I’ve been into bondage since I was 15 or 16. Also embraced spandex and pantyhose as part of the bondage sessions. I’ve had little success with lovers over the years being into it enthuastically. Or they would be outright refusing it as part of a relationship. Katy was different she was open to it and seemed to enjoy playing but really never embracing it (or so I mistakenly thought). We always practiced with safe words and consent of the other partner. So, I came up with an elaborate plan weeks before. It was for her to return home from work on her birthday to find me bound as her gift. Here’s the plan I had laid out and how it went somewhere I never thought it would.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>