<?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>Imurstwouse on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/imurstwouse/</link><description>Recent content in Imurstwouse on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/imurstwouse/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Drink to Success</title><link>/stories/2012/12/16/drink-to-success/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/16/drink-to-success/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Well I did it again. I have been reading lots of stories in Gromets Plaza and came to one and thought I have some thorny vines so let&amp;rsquo;s see what we can do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The girl in the story tied her ankles and attached a winch to them to drag her through the vines. I looked at the vines here and thought &amp;quot; If I tie my winch to my ankles they would drag me through them like they did her but these vines wouldn&amp;rsquo;t scratch me they would dig in and pull chunks out and thats not what I think would be fun in any way&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mistress's New Toys</title><link>/stories/2012/08/22/mistresss-new-toys/</link><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/08/22/mistresss-new-toys/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It had been a long week. Work had been mentally draining and I was glad to be heading home. After a three-day jury trial, three depositions and four new cases to absorb, I was ready for a cold beer and sole possession of the remote control. But as I sped through the dark, rain-slicked streets, Mistress Mary was hatching other plans.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stepping onto the cool marble tile of the foyer, I found my wife waiting for me wearing a tiny black cocktail dress, black seamed stockings and high-heeled fuck-me pumps. In her right hand she held a glass of red wine, and in her left a studded leather dog collar dangled from a length of chain. I froze in my tracks when I saw her there, especially since I&amp;rsquo;d just noticed the glint in her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Imurstwouse’s Selfbondage</title><link>/stories/2012/06/18/imurstwouses-selfbondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/18/imurstwouses-selfbondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve been into self bondage for years. At least I thought I was until I found Gromets Plaza. My bondage was cuffs and weigthed clamps and maybe hobble my ankles and put the key in another room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have to sort out what is real and what is possible but I wanted to try real hard bondage and I enjoy the outdoors so here is my story Believe it or not.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>