Don Martin on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Storm

Fri, 26 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

The Storm by Don Martin A story of the penalty for not listening to the weather forecast and not reading emails from your partner

I had ten days off between jobs so Jenny decided that we should take a break in the country. She had found just the place, a cabin in the foothills of the mountains not too far from the city. Here we could do a little walking, some fishing and, of course, play some of our favourite bondage games. At the last moment Jenny’s boss asked her to work for the first three days as an important client was coming to town.

A Good Night’s Sleep For A Change

Fri, 07 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000

A Good Night’s Sleep For A Change by Don Martin A Good Night’s Sleep For A Change by Don Martin It had been a hectic week in the office, a bomb scare on Monday (fortunately that was a false alarm), frantic efforts to stop losing a big contract on Tuesday (we still lost it), monthly reports to be in on Wednesday, off on a quick trip to the northern office on Thursday and meetings most of Friday. I was hoping to get away early as, being the third Friday in the month, was the night of the monthly Bondage Party at ‘The Abbey’ in town. But just as I was about to leave, Greg who works in the next office, stuck his head round the partition and asked me to give him a hand moving his desk and some filing cabinets. “I need your muscles Les – this damned desk weighs a ton.” I think we moved every piece of furniture in his office at least twice before he finally reckoned he’d got the ideal layout.

The Flag Maker

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Flag Maker by Don Martin The Flag Maker by Don Martin A True Story Of Going For A Social Drink After Work With A Friend And A Meeting With A Girl Who Made Flags. Don Martin

It was late on Friday afternoon and I had finished my business in the City so I popped in to see my friend Peter who ran a small design studio in a converted terrace house near Central Railway. “Come on through.” he called out from the back room when he saw me arrive. “Great timing, we’ve just knocked the top off a bottle of Scotch.”

The Long Walk

Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Long Walk A True Story Of Cross-Dressing And The Hazards Of Self-Bondage by Don Martin

The Background

At the time of this adventure I was living by myself in an apartment in the Southern suburbs of the city. I’d got quite good at self-bondage and always took great care to ensure that there was at least one means of escape, preferably two, should I get into trouble. However, as the following episode shows, it is easy to overlook one simple thing that can cause a real problem.