<?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>DarkStar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/darkstar/</link><description>Recent content in DarkStar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 28 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/darkstar/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Self-Hypnosis Files</title><link>/stories/2013/12/28/the-self-hypnosis-files/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/28/the-self-hypnosis-files/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Self-Hypnosis Files: The First Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is a story of an experiment I did, not too many years ago when I was single and living alone in my own house. Before I start I should tell you that I&amp;rsquo;m a cross dresser, a man who likes to wear women&amp;rsquo;s clothes (it&amp;rsquo;s more common than you might realize). And, more often than not, I like being tied up while I&amp;rsquo;m wearing those clothes. So you can probably understand that when I was living alone in my own house I spent a lot of time dressed and bound.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Self-Hypnosis Files</title><link>/stories/2013/12/28/the-self-hypnosis-files/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/28/the-self-hypnosis-files/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Self-Hypnosis Files: The First Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is a story of an experiment I did, not too many years ago when I was single and living alone in my own house. Before I start I should tell you that I&amp;rsquo;m a cross dresser, a man who likes to wear women&amp;rsquo;s clothes (it&amp;rsquo;s more common than you might realize). And, more often than not, I like being tied up while I&amp;rsquo;m wearing those clothes. So you can probably understand that when I was living alone in my own house I spent a lot of time dressed and bound.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bound by Love</title><link>/stories/2002/12/20/bound-by-love/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/20/bound-by-love/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;SATURDAY 10:00AM&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stood in our bedroom, naked,
staring at the clothing my wife had laid out for me.  I had to do
it; I had to put it on.  We had made a bet, after all, and I had to
go through with it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This all started about a
week before.  We were spending a quiet night at home watching a cheesy
movie on cable.  It was a comedy about a group of students on a college
campus.  The plot involved something about pranks and at one point
this pretty blonde cheerleader had been “kidnapped” and left blindfolded,
gagged and tied to a chair in a dorm room.  She didn’t even struggle;
she just sat there making little whimpering sounds through her gag.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bound by Love</title><link>/stories/2002/12/20/bound-by-love/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/20/bound-by-love/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;SATURDAY 10:00AM&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stood in our bedroom, naked,
staring at the clothing my wife had laid out for me. I had to do
it; I had to put it on. We had made a bet, after all, and I had to
go through with it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This all started about a
week before. We were spending a quiet night at home watching a cheesy
movie on cable. It was a comedy about a group of students on a college
campus. The plot involved something about pranks and at one point
this pretty blonde cheerleader had been “kidnapped” and left blindfolded,
gagged and tied to a chair in a dorm room. She didn’t even struggle;
she just sat there making little whimpering sounds through her gag.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Key Thing</title><link>/stories/2002/08/26/the-key-thing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/08/26/the-key-thing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“This is the last time I try anything this foolish,” I thought
to myself. “Next time I’ll be a lot more careful.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;See, I had a day off and was home by myself. It was late afternoon,
I had done all I needed to do earlier that day and my wife wasn’t due home
for about three hours. So I thought to myself, “Hmmm. A little
self-bondage would be a great way to pass some time.” My wife enjoyed
playing bondage games with me sometimes, but she wasn’t as into it as I
was. She understood my need, though, and always allowed me plenty
of time to play by myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Key Thing</title><link>/stories/2002/08/26/the-key-thing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/08/26/the-key-thing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“This is the last time I try anything this foolish,” I thought
to myself. “Next time I’ll be a lot more careful.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;See, I had a day off and was home by myself. It was late afternoon,
I had done all I needed to do earlier that day and my wife wasn’t due home
for about three hours. So I thought to myself, “Hmmm. A little
self-bondage would be a great way to pass some time.” My wife enjoyed
playing bondage games with me sometimes, but she wasn’t as into it as I
was. She understood my need, though, and always allowed me plenty
of time to play by myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>