<?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>Edward Quadrio on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/edward-quadrio/</link><description>Recent content in Edward Quadrio on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/edward-quadrio/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Crate</title><link>/stories/2009/09/04/the-crate/</link><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/04/the-crate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="the_crate2.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: Tight &amp;amp; Tidy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maryann got home that night really concerned. Not only about Robin but she felt a real jealousy about Ed in Robin&amp;rsquo;s relationship. She thought she knew exactly what Robin was feeling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just about then the phone rang.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Maryann it&amp;rsquo;s me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes Sir.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I feel like having a nice dinner and I want my sub on my arm.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes Sir!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Crate Part 7: And then there were two...</title><link>/stories/2009/09/04/the-crate-part-7-and-then-there-were-two.../</link><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/04/the-crate-part-7-and-then-there-were-two.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Crate Part 7: And then there were two&amp;hellip; by Edward Quadrio M/ff; D/s; cuffs; collar; cons; X&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="the_crate6.html"&gt;part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: And then there were two&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tuesday morning Maryann woke from a sweet sleep. She stretched on her bed feeling her leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and her heels. But this morning she also felt the beautiful steel choker she had gotten from Ed yesterday. Feeling safe secure, and a little horny, she got up and got dressed for work. For her, her attire was not unusual. Nice blouses and skirts were every day affair. Pantyhose for inch heels with straps. But today she was wearing the collar. Sitting in front of her mirror she still could not get over how good it looked on her. How wonderful she felt. Thinking she really didn&amp;rsquo;t care what the people in the office thought. She was truly his.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Crate Part 6: Tight &amp; Tidy</title><link>/stories/2009/07/25/the-crate-part-6-tight-tidy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/25/the-crate-part-6-tight-tidy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Crate Part 6: Tight &amp;amp; Tidy by Edward Quadrio M/f; D/s; cuffs; collar; public; cons; X&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="the_crate5.html"&gt;part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: Tight &amp;amp; Tidy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maryann got home that night really concerned. Not only about Robin but she felt a real jealousy about Ed in Robin&amp;rsquo;s relationship. She thought she knew exactly what Robin was feeling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just about then the phone rang.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Maryann it&amp;rsquo;s me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes Sir.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I feel like having a nice dinner and I want my sub on my arm.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Crate Part : For the love of honey</title><link>/stories/2009/05/18/the-crate-part-for-the-love-of-honey/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/18/the-crate-part-for-the-love-of-honey/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Crate Part 5: For the love of honey by Edward Quadrio M/ff; D/s; bond; mast; toys; cons; X&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="the_crate4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: For the love of honey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ed looked to Maryann and said, &amp;ldquo;Go to your room and put on your wrist and ankle leather cuffs. Also get a nice soft secure choker&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She smiled at him and said, &amp;ldquo;Yes sir&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When she came back he had a couple of lengths of chain in his hands. &amp;ldquo;Come and stand in front of me&amp;rdquo;. Quickly he connected about a 2 foot chain between her and cuffs and locked it in place. Next a 2 foot length of chain between her wrists cuffs in front of her. One more small link from the wrist chain to the ankle chain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Crate Part 4: Selfbound slave</title><link>/stories/2009/05/01/the-crate-part-4-selfbound-slave/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/01/the-crate-part-4-selfbound-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Crate Part 4: Selfbound slave by Edward Quadrio M/f; D/s; sbf; leather; steel; oral; toys; cons; X&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="the_crate3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Selfbound slave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;With the presents you have sent I think I finally realize what you&amp;rsquo;re talking about. It is in that context that I wish to be yours&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sub you&amp;rsquo;ve made this conversation very simple. Wear the new jewelry as you please, I&amp;rsquo;ll be home soon and we&amp;rsquo;ll talk about the rest&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Crate</title><link>/stories/2009/03/01/the-crate/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/03/01/the-crate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="the_crate.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: The Package&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had been two days since Ed left. And Maryann found herself in totally perplexed. All she knew is that when he got back he would find her wanting and willing to be his any way he want it. She spent most of the time wandering between her house and his. Her attire had become a combination of stylish skirts and blouses along with at least 4 inch heels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Crate</title><link>/stories/2009/01/26/the-crate/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/26/the-crate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The Box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ed got home to find a box, well hell more like a crate on his doorstep. It was about 2&amp;rsquo; x 3&amp;rsquo; by 3 foot. He looked around and found the shipping slip. Surprisingly it was shipped from his house to his house. Thinking might as well bring it inside. He got a dolly and dragged it into the living room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sitting on the sofa he opened the envelope in the shipping pouch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>