<?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>Jayjaybound on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jayjaybound/</link><description>Recent content in Jayjaybound 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/jayjaybound/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Oops</title><link>/stories/2005/07/15/oops/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/07/15/oops/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Oops by jayjaybound&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had been into bondage for as long as I could
remember, and soon I realized that being dressed in feminine clothes just
made it even better. Once I moved into the dorms at Santa Clara University
it was much harder to do. Having a suburban for a car does have some advantages
however. Right after I had thought of this I started planning. I was parked
in a lot that wasn&amp;rsquo;t that well lit, so the only part of the car that was
visible was the front two seats. The back windows were darkly tinted so
no one would be able to see me back there unless they looked straight in
to try to see me. I decided that to make this a bit more fun I would leave
a note saying what I was doing and leave it at a home that was under construction
across the street. I figured that it would be safe since no one would be
there until morning and by then I would be long gone, yet just knowing
that it was there would make it more fun. The note was:
 
For anyone who might find this, My name
is Jason, and if you look in the suburban in the lot across the street
you will find me bound and waiting for you to use me however you want.
The back door will be unlocked, but I will only be there for 2 hours. If
you find me I am your slave, and since you have this signed contract, there
is nothing I can do during or afterwards. Have fun.
   Cockslut&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Caught!</title><link>/stories/2005/06/07/caught/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/06/07/caught/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had always been into Self Bondage even
before I really knew what I was doing. The feeling of being tied up tight
and being completely helpless turns me on so much. Once I moved on campus
at Santa Clara University I started playing more and more but I had to
be careful to do it only when my room mate was out of town. I also had
to keep all my stuff hidden, which luckily wasn&amp;rsquo;t that much stuff.. Soon
I found that being dressed up in lingerie and other sexy clothes turned
me on even more. I&amp;rsquo;m not gay, and I&amp;rsquo;d never want to be with another man,
but I did enjoy being dressed in short skirts with tight lingerie underneath.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Caught!</title><link>/stories/2005/06/07/caught/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/06/07/caught/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had always been into Self Bondage even
before I really knew what I was doing. The feeling of being tied up tight
and being completely helpless turns me on so much. Once I moved on campus
at Santa Clara University I started playing more and more but I had to
be careful to do it only when my room mate was out of town. I also had
to keep all my stuff hidden, which luckily wasn&amp;rsquo;t that much stuff.. Soon
I found that being dressed up in lingerie and other sexy clothes turned
me on even more. I&amp;rsquo;m not gay, and I&amp;rsquo;d never want to be with another man,
but I did enjoy being dressed in short skirts with tight lingerie underneath.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My College Experience</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-college-experience/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-college-experience/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
8
My College Experience
by JayJaybound&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The story I am about to relate
started about a year ago.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had just moved to the city
to start going to college. I was living on campus, but had gotten a dorm
room all to myself for some reason. I had started going for walks at night
around 8:00 to relieve the tension from the day&amp;rsquo;s classes. The road that
I walked on went around the gym, by the girls dorm, through the bookstore
and back to the dorms where my room was. The girls dorm that the road went
by housed the most beautiful girls on campus. All of them were either cheerleaders
or else they were on the volleyball or swim team.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>