<?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>Dana on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/dana/</link><description>Recent content in Dana on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/dana/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Bait</title><link>/stories/2017/05/06/the-bait/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/06/the-bait/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Emma struggled fiercely with her captors but with her arms bound behind her back she simple couldn’t fight her way free of them.  A man’s thick arm encircled her throat and started to suffocate her.  Stars danced in front of her eyes and her legs went slack beneath her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Behave,” he said into her ear.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He didn’t lighten up until she was on the verge of passing out.  As last his grip slackened and she gasped for air.  Aided by another man, her captor took her by the arm and pulled her out of the van to lead her across a barren parking lot.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Compost Corner</title><link>/stories/2012/11/18/compost-corner/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/11/18/compost-corner/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had to write with a situation I put myself in recently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I enjoy cross dressing and getting messy so after reading many of your stories and a few experiments I planned a day were I could get well and truly messy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The idea of an obstacle course appealed to me so I set out planning around my garden. It is about 1.5 acres and is mainly grass lawns with wooded part at the bottom of the slope where a small stream runs. There are also 2 old sheds which I keep the gardening tools and mowers in. There is a compost heap were all the grass cutting go, as these rot down and being next to the steam become a thick gooey muddy mess. As you walk on it your feet sink in at least to the top of your wellington boots. This is ideal especially with a bit more water added.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pleasure Poled</title><link>/stories/2011/01/04/pleasure-poled/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/04/pleasure-poled/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I am 33 years old, 5&amp;rsquo; 8&amp;quot; tall slim with long legs and long blond hair and an ample pair of breasts and when I am in my day job as sales manager meeting new customers I&amp;rsquo;m often wearing something that excites me, my favourite being a nappy and plastic panties, if only they knew what I got up to in my free time. I have an ever increasing desire for sexual excitement and stimulation which involves, pain, bondage, dressing up and getting very messy. My latest adventure involves a lot of planning and preparation and over the previous weeks had been getting various pieces of equipment organised.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chocolaty Goodness</title><link>/stories/2009/10/30/chocolaty-goodness/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/10/30/chocolaty-goodness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2009 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sandy walked confidently down the quiet streets in Bristol, Germany. She’d come here with a couple of friends; bent on seeing Europe in a single summer. Summer had come and gone, and so had most of her friends. Out of the group of six, only she and Miranda had chosen to extend their visit. Miranda had fallen for a local boy in their travels and Sandy wasn’t about to leave one of her closest friends abroad on her own.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Consequences</title><link>/stories/2008/08/31/consequences/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/08/31/consequences/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;LilBoundGirl: I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it.  My parents went up the wall about me trying to leave and they took my car keys away.
BossTucker: …
LilBoundGirl:  I REALLY wanted to meet up with you.
BossTucker:  Did you really?
LilBoundGirl:  YES!
BossTucker:  I don’t know.  Personally it sounds like a load of shit there.
LilBoundGirl:  What?!
BossTucker:  I think you got cold feet and chickened out.
LilBoundGirl:  I did NOT!  I’m telling you I wanted to meet up with you.
BossTucker:  Prove it.
LilBoundGirl:  …
LilBoundGirl:  How?
BossTucker:  Tell me where you live.
LilBoundGirl:  I can’t.  You know I live at home with my folks.  I only turned 18 last month.
BossTucker:  Then I think you’re chicken.
LilBoundGirl:  …
BossTucker:  I’m signing off.  There’s another girl online who deserves my attention.
LilBoundGirl:  No!  Wait.
BossTucker:  Yes?
LilBoundGirl: …
BossTucker:  You had something you wanted to say?
LilBoundGirl:  Fine.  But you HAVE to keep it quiet.  If my parents find you here they’ll go through the roof.
BossTucker:  Oh don’t you fret.  If anyone has to worry about keeping quiet, it’s YOU.  Send me the address.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Whole New You</title><link>/stories/2008/04/02/a-whole-new-you/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/04/02/a-whole-new-you/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As the tentacles encircling my wrists and holding me aloft slacked, I collapsed into Ryan’s arms.  The spell’s effect still had me powerless and kept causing my body to jerk involuntarily.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ryan helped me across the room and let me fall a top his bed.  Angela was still laying there, trapped in a spells hold as well.  Unlike me, Ryan had left her laying there naked, the shock on her face still trapped there from when Ryan first stormed into the room and discovered us.  I wonder…was she in some sort of suspended hibernation…or was she conscious of what was going on around her?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three Ways to Pain</title><link>/stories/2007/09/29/three-ways-to-pain/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/09/29/three-ways-to-pain/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have tried many experiments with self bondage and self inflicked pain, here are some examples which i hope you find interesting:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Obstacle course.&lt;/strong&gt;
Sbm; pain; stings; cons; XX&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As my partner has previously written i have a fetish with eggs bumping and grinding around my balls and penis, so this fun time began with me putting 18 eggs in my thong. Around my waist was my bondage belt to which i would connect my cuffed wrists to. Then i attached 3 clothes pegs to each nipple, to the middle peg which was firmly attached to the most sensitive point tied  4ft string lines to which i tied a shoe to each. I then snapped the padlocks to secure my wrists behind my back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Eggbound</title><link>/stories/2007/02/20/eggbound/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/02/20/eggbound/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi.. Firstly thanks for this excellent website, it has not only been enjoyable to read but it given us great ideas too.It is nice to know that there are other people with the same likes. Here is a true story of how I discovered my husband in &lt;strong&gt;self bondage&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a little tame compared to some of your other stories,but i hope it is good enough for you to use.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Exciting Time</title><link>/stories/2006/09/18/an-exciting-time/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/09/18/an-exciting-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have an inn that I am converting to condominiums. The real estate agent can,
at any time, show the empty condos. Out of courtesy, she lets me know ahead of
time so that I can make sure they are dusted. I have to tell of an exciting
(now) experience that happened to me in one of the unsold condominiums.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a man who loves to dress in sexy black lingerie, black stockings,
5 inch high heels, a short tight fitting dress, wig and heavy makeup. (When I am dressed, I
am very hot looking, it is quite
exciting).&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Exciting Time</title><link>/stories/2006/09/18/an-exciting-time/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/09/18/an-exciting-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have an inn that I am converting to condominiums. The real estate agent can,
at any time, show the empty condos. Out of courtesy, she lets me know ahead of
time so that I can make sure they are dusted. I have to tell of an exciting
(now) experience that happened to me in one of the unsold condominiums.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a man who loves to dress in sexy black lingerie, black stockings,
5 inch high heels, a short tight fitting dress, wig and heavy makeup. (When I am dressed, I
am very hot looking, it is quite
exciting).&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>