<?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>Darkshadow on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/darkshadow/</link><description>Recent content in Darkshadow on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/darkshadow/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bridge Night</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bridge-night/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bridge-night/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I suppose the best way to describe Mike is to
say he&amp;rsquo;s fair but firm. Most of the time our sex life is pretty tame. We
experiment a lot with lovemaking in various places and various ways, and
we both love it. But sometimes I&amp;rsquo;m just feeling bitchy or frisky and I
try to make demands. When I get into these moods, my lover has to take
control and put me in my place. Of course, I know where these demands lead
me; right into tight ropes and pain!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Erica</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/erica/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/erica/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Master, please use me for your pleasure, I beg of you. Ravish me, master&amp;rdquo;,
I plead pouting my lips, knowing that you cannot resist.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Very good, Erica,&amp;rdquo; you murmur, stroking my hair again.  &amp;ldquo;You
are learning to obey.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you, Master,&amp;rdquo; I whisper, grateful. The experience feels so different
from the rest of my world where I am always in control. It is hard to imagine
that only two hours ago, I was leaving the office perfectly dressed and
taking a taxi to this tryst with my lover. One moment, Erica, executive
officer, aloof and reserved, with people hardly daring to approach me.
Now I kneel naked and chained at my lovers feet knowing I have no choice
but to obey his commands. Seeking once again the ultimate release from
myself at his firm hands.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lacey</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/lacey/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/lacey/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lacey lay on the bed bound hand and foot - well,
not really completely bound, not tightly anyway. She had tied ropes around
her ankles and knees but she had to use handcuffs for her wrists behind
her back. The key was on the night table within easy reach, just in case.
This was, after all, her first self-bondage session and she wanted an easy
out if something went wrong.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>