<?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>Graybeard on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/graybeard/</link><description>Recent content in Graybeard on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/graybeard/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>By Request</title><link>/stories/2013/12/21/by-request/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/21/by-request/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;By the look on her face this was a little more than she had in mind. She was after all, rather vague in the description of what she wanted. “To be tied, hands together over my head with my legs spread as far as they will go, then to be teased and excited until I move or made a sound”. Simple right?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not likely.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love a challenge and I love complexity and I love to pleasure women. Her predicament is a combination of all 3. My friend, let’s call her Jena to protect the innocent, is indeed tied with her hands over her head and her legs spread wide. Not as wide as possible but wide enough to suit my purpose. The restraints are locking leather cuffs for comfort and control with the obligatory 2 inch leather collar just because I like the look.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Condo Maintenance</title><link>/stories/2004/04/20/condo-maintenance/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/04/20/condo-maintenance/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Like many parents I searched for any angle possible to lessen the burden
of college for my children. One method that I have adopted is the purchase
of a condo within walking distance of my daughter’s college of choice.
The deal is for her to pay the mortgage payment by sub-letting rooms to
other students. It’s worked well so far, and I should be able to pay off
most of the tuition with what I make when I sell it after she graduates.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Turn</title><link>/stories/2004/02/01/my-turn/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/02/01/my-turn/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Turn&lt;/strong&gt;
by Graybeard
My Turn by Graybeard&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; I don’t know what I sensed first, the voice or the vibration.
The voice was computer generated and female and kept repeating “wake up
slave” over and over and it seemed very loud but that may have been my
headache. What really got my attention was the vibration in my pants, or
at least I thought it was my pants. When I finally pried my eyes open I
discovered that I had no pants. In fact I had no cloths at all accept for
what I instantly recognized as a chastity belt.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>