<?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>Jim Williams on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jim-williams/</link><description>Recent content in Jim Williams 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/jim-williams/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Four Hands are Better then Two! 4</title><link>/stories/2017/05/15/four-hands-are-better-then-two-4/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/15/four-hands-are-better-then-two-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="fourhandsarebetterthentwo3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Hands are Better then Two! 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jen then says sounds good to me, let him build up his stamina for us, after hearing that I could feel him flex several times as the ladies looked on and laughed. I still had the Anal Stimulator in, Ball Bondage going on and a Cock Ring still in place. Jen asked me if I was thirsty and to nod yes, I was drained and had dry mouth from the gag, she then said she would get me some water. As Jen walked over to this cooler that was placed on the floor, she opened the lid and took out what looked like a bottle of water, poured some into a glass. Jen walked around Lorene and held the water and a straw in front of me, as Lorene told me to keep quiet while there removing the gag or I would have to answer to them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Unexpected Visitor</title><link>/stories/2012/02/26/an-unexpected-visitor/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/02/26/an-unexpected-visitor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had been living next door to Anna for a few years. We were both friendly towards each other and always exchanged pleasantries whenever we saw each other. We did the usual neighbourly things, taking in parcels when either one of us wasn&amp;rsquo;t in, keeping an eye on the other ones house whenever one was away. Anna was 43 and about 5'6&amp;quot; tall. She was attractive in a nice way and always held herself well, in a confident manner. She was single (as far as I could tell), and appeared to keep herself to herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Robbery</title><link>/stories/2011/12/04/the-robbery/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/04/the-robbery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I approached the adult store with my girlfriend&amp;rsquo;s words ringing in my head, &amp;ldquo;Pick me up something for me to play with when your not here, and don&amp;rsquo;t be embarrassed, everyone visits these stores&amp;rdquo;. I had been with Jenny for a few months now and she certainly wasn&amp;rsquo;t like any other girls I had been with before; confident, self assured and extremely sexual. She had taught me a thing or three!! Little did I know this shopping trip would be another part of my education.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Hotel Room</title><link>/stories/2011/11/20/the-hotel-room/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/20/the-hotel-room/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;After a tiring journey, I eventually arrive at the hotel. The hotel is a cheap, no thrills hotel, and it will be my home for the next two nights before attending the important meeting my company have sent me to. At least it is in a town that I know very well and used to live in. I complete the booking in procedure with the disinterested receptionist and with bored &amp;ldquo;Enjoy your stay&amp;rdquo; ringing in my ears from her, I make my way to my room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girl Next Door</title><link>/stories/2007/06/04/girl-next-door/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/04/girl-next-door/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m finally sending my story, which is also a true story that actually
happened to me when I was seventeen years old, I hope you enjoy it and
are able to post it after reviewing it. This story is also most likely
why I love Bondage so much especially Mummification Bondage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It all starts with this fifteen year old girl, Who’s name was Lynn moved
next door to me when I was about ten years old, Wow I was in Heaven she
was the talk of the neighborhood, All the teenagers were trying to go out
with her but of course I was way too young. As my parents got to know her
they would occasionally ask her to watch me which to me this was great,
we watched movies and joked around about everything. As we grew up together
and she continued to watch me through the years until I was able to watch
myself we became very close. When I became fourteen I was basically trusted
by my Parents to watch myself, but they would ask Lynn to check on me occasionally
anyway, which was still ok with me considering she was now nineteen and
was gorgeous in every way possible.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Trick</title><link>/stories/2007/06/04/halloween-trick/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/04/halloween-trick/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This all came about when me and my Wife Donna realized we were arguing
over a stupid subject, Sex. I know she had many thoughts going on all at
the same time, Job, as for the Job for now she’s now working at a Travel
Agency part time, but it’s kind of cool because she gets all kinds of deals.
Other problems are Money and most important Health, and I’m sure there’s
other thing if I were to press the issue. When we talk it seems like everything’s
okay then it blows over for a while. Then just when things get on roll
something always comes up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Favor That Will Last a Life Time</title><link>/stories/2006/05/02/a-favor-that-will-last-a-life-time/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/02/a-favor-that-will-last-a-life-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It all started like this,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have this pretty cool job and I always try to make the best of any
situations that come up, but when there slightly unexpected you can get lost
in the moment. I work in a shop and the Office personal are across the way in
their own building. Well while being married for a long time nobody really
associates with you unless they&amp;rsquo;re other Men. So after me and my wife separated
it became news and gossip between the Secretary&amp;rsquo;s in the office, I&amp;rsquo;m not
saying I&amp;rsquo;m great or nothing but I&amp;rsquo;m not bad either and when you get a
little older it becomes a little harder to find your match, let alone maybe a
special someone that enjoys bondage as much as I did, or at least appreciated
it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Halloween Trick</title><link>/stories/2003/10/27/the-halloween-trick/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/10/27/the-halloween-trick/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This all came about when me and my Wife Donna realized we were arguing
over a stupid subject, Sex. I know she had many thoughts going on all at
the same time, Job, as for the Job for now she&amp;rsquo;s now working at a Travel
Agency part time, but it&amp;rsquo;s kind of cool because she gets all kinds of deals.
Other problems are Money and most important Health, and I&amp;rsquo;m sure there&amp;rsquo;s
other thing if I were to press the issue. When we talk it seems like everything&amp;rsquo;s
okay then it blows over for a while. Then just when things get on roll
something always comes up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Perfect Donor 2</title><link>/stories/2003/05/05/the-perfect-donor-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/05/05/the-perfect-donor-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="perfect_donor.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part Three&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Tiffany continued to pat her self on the back for her great save;
she was still holding her hand over my mouth. Then Donna whispered in a
low voice, &amp;ldquo;You all most got me, that was a bad boy! What are we going
to do now that you already had a misfire. First things were going to untie
you from the table and only the table then will sit you up.&amp;rdquo; Then with
a pain full flick on the head of my penis Donna says, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t make a sound
or you&amp;rsquo;ll be sorry do you understand?&amp;rdquo; I then nodded yes. Still Blindfolded
I felt the hand go away from my mouth and my body being sat up. Tiffany
then asks Donna, &amp;ldquo;Is it time for you know what?&amp;rdquo; Donna then replies, &amp;ldquo;I
guess so, go and get it.&amp;rdquo; As I sat there on the table Mummified and Blindfolded
my mind went blank, now what.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Perfect Donor</title><link>/stories/2003/04/14/the-perfect-donor/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/04/14/the-perfect-donor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It all started out with me having a totally rotten day, so I came up
with this great idea I would go down and check out this new club that opened
in my area, meaning the Philadelphia area. I called everyone to see if
they wanted to go along but everyone was busy, so I decided I&amp;rsquo;d go anyway.
I dressed up casual, but looked pretty good. When I arrived I walked in
and glanced around for a moment and I noticed that there was a lot of women
sitting by themselves, and judging by their looks they were in the mid
twenty&amp;rsquo;s to thirty&amp;rsquo;s age group. After browsing I made my way to the bar
and found a seat. I then ordered a Black Berry Brandy and 7up, which kicked
off my start of a very interesting and erotic evening.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Girl Next Door</title><link>/stories/2001/11/05/the-girl-next-door/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/11/05/the-girl-next-door/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m finally sending my story, which is also a true story that actually
happened to me when I was seventeen years old, I hope you enjoy it and
are able to post it after reviewing it. This story is also most likely
why I love Bondage so much especially Mummification Bondage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It all starts with this fifteen year old girl, Who&amp;rsquo;s name was Lynn moved
next door to me when I was about ten years old, Wow I was in Heaven she
was the talk of the neighborhood, all the teenagers were trying to go out
with her but of course I was way too young. As my parents got to know her
they would occasionally ask her to watch me which to me this was great,
we watched movies and joked around about everything. As we grew up together
and she continued to watch me through the years until I was able to watch
myself we became very close. When I became fourteen I was basically trusted
by my Parents to watch myself, but they would ask Lynn to check on me occasionally
anyway, which was still ok with me considering she was now nineteen and
was gorgeous in every way possible.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Fantasy that went Astray</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-fantasy-that-went-astray/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-fantasy-that-went-astray/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It all started out with me getting the idea of finding a beautiful
woman to fulfill a long forgotten fantasy. So I entered my name and interest
in bondage personals and other personal websites hoping for a response
of some sort but they were never answered. It seemed like there was no
women interested in this type of bondage. Then I decided to seek an Escort
Service thinking that they usually do anything for money, but at the same
time thinking how can I trust just anyone to my fantasy. Let me tell you
how desperation and wanting it to be fulfilled for years, that&amp;rsquo;s what drove
the idea.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Hands are Better then Two!</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/four-hands-are-better-then-two/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/four-hands-are-better-then-two/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I and my Ex-Wife were always into the Bondage scene, and especially Bondage Sex, so once our Divorce was final we went our separate ways, me never knowing if my Sex life would ever involve Bondage again. As years passed I would think of a Bondage scenarios or Bondage Sex at least once a day, I missed it a lot, but knew I would not find it and have the same experience that I had in the past. As I dated Women of all ages I knew in my mind and Body that these women would never understand my love for this type of Sexual Bondage, not to mention trying to explain it to them, I could see it now, them making a disturbing face, or busting out laughing, that would definitely be an end to an evening. So most of my dates would last a couple of dates, or maybe three or four, then it would be over and I would be back on the dating sites trying to find someone new, Kinky young Ladies and seasoned Women don’t advertise there Likes and Dislikes about what happens when they want to have fun in the bedroom, let alone to a perfect stranger, that can take years of experimenting and exploring, so I knew I was never going to have that kind of Bondage Sex probably ever again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Hands are Better then Two!</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/four-hands-are-better-then-two/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/four-hands-are-better-then-two/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="fourhandsarebetterthentwo.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Hands are Better then Two!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lorene then goes over to the corner and gets the office chair that was there, she rolls it over to me and Jen pushes me into it. Just as I am about to say something Lorene works the gag into my mouth and pulls it tight in the back and fastens it up. Now unable say or do anything Jen and Lorene gather in front of me as they start to laugh, Jen looks at Lorene and says this was a great idea you had, Lorene answers yes it was, we should have lots of fun with him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Hands are Better then Two! 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/four-hands-are-better-then-two-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/four-hands-are-better-then-two-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="fourhandsarebetterthentwo2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Hands are Better then Two!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After sleeping off my rather exhausting evening of fun and excitement I was awaken by the ladies laughing and joking about what Lorene had done to us, Jen was full of laughter and in high spirits it seemed, Lorene reminding her that her Sexual Bondage Fantasy was now fulfilled. As they were clowning around I could feel them releasing the straps that held me in place, they then rolled me on to my side and un-zipped the passage way to my butt hole and carefully removed the toy that was once filling my Ass. They then rolled me back over and removed both Rings that were in place around my Balls and Cock. I was now thinking to myself that it must come to an end sometime, but was it? I felt them lifting my legs and sliding something up my body, I felt it getting tighter around my body as they worked it up past my Cock and Balls, which were still through the elastic holes that were in the first Mummy bag, one of ladies started rubbing him through the material making him Hard as they continued to work the bag up my body past my hips, I could feel my Shaft and Balls getting compressed against the other object, then up it went, everything becoming tighter, then I felt it come over the shoulders.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>