<?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>Doctor Fetish on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/doctor-fetish/</link><description>Recent content in Doctor Fetish 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/doctor-fetish/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bondage Paradise 4: Friday &amp; Saturday</title><link>/stories/2014/07/10/bondage-paradise-4-friday-saturday/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/10/bondage-paradise-4-friday-saturday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bondageparadise3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bondage Paradise 3: Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Friday &amp;amp; Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Friday Morning, Week One.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mandy awoke to the sound of the alarm from the timer on the cage door. It took her about a minute to figure out where she was, and what situation she was in. She was laying inside the bed cage, naked except for the chastity belt, her ankles locked together and her wrist locked behind her back in the soft lined leather cuffs, ball-gagged and blindfolded. And the keys to the locks were waiting for her on the bathroom floor.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Paradise 1: Monday</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-paradise-1-monday/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-paradise-1-monday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction.&lt;/strong&gt;
This series of stories takes place in a not so distant future that is pretty much identical to the world we live in now, with a few differences. Several major breakthroughs in medical research have eradicated all known STD’s, all forms of allergies and practically all forms of cancer. The technology is also somewhat more advanced then in our current world, but not to any extremes. A third difference is that the world is a lot more open-minded. The stories in this series can be read independently from each other, but references to events and persons in earlier stories is likely to occur. Parts of the same story should be read in order.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Paradise 2: Tuesday</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-paradise-2-tuesday/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-paradise-2-tuesday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bondageparadise.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bondage Paradise 1: Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tuesday Morning, Week One.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mandy woke up to the sound of an unfamiliar alarm. It was not the sound of her normal alarm clock. As she tried to move she immediately discovered she was bound, gagged and blindfolded. Then she remembered; she was at the Bondage Paradise. She raised her hands and pushed the blindfold away from her eyes so she could see. The front lid on the small steel box was open and she could see the keys inside it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Paradise 3: Wednesday &amp; Thursday</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-paradise-3-wednesday-thursday/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-paradise-3-wednesday-thursday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bondageparadise2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bondage Paradise 2: Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday Week 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wednesday Morning/Afternoon, Week One.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mandy slowly woke up. Glancing over at the clock on the bedside table told her it was 11:20am. ‘Holy crap, I have slept for twelve hours straight’ she thought to herself. Then she remembered the session she had had with the fucking-machine in the playroom the night before, and how intense it had been. With a big smile on her face she got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom and the shower, stripping off her plain, white cotton underwear on the way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>