<?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>Kittin on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/kittin/</link><description>Recent content in Kittin 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/kittin/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Kittin’s Selfbondage Story 3</title><link>/stories/2002/05/22/kittins-selfbondage-story-3/</link><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/22/kittins-selfbondage-story-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="kittins_sb_story2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[GROMET: Once again, maybe not classic or purist self-bondage, but please add this one to my earlier ones, as they&amp;rsquo;ll eventually lead to something right up that alley. More to follow!
-k-]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yay! My last exam for the semester was over with on a Wednesday. Of
course, my roommate still had one to go, and I did my best to help her
study by staying out of her way and letting her hit the books. I called
my always-helpful lover and explained my problem - he had to work that
night, getting his shop&amp;rsquo;s inventory ready for a weekend sale, but he&amp;rsquo;d
be breaking loose for an hour or two at suppertime and we could grab a bite together,
and then I could stay at his place, even though he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be there till
way late. AND he had a surprise for me, oh goodie! I just LOVE his surprises.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Differences</title><link>/stories/2002/05/14/the-differences/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/14/the-differences/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five minutes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You’d think that ten straight days of bondage, tied out to a bed unable
to move except for a few minutes a day after the first three days to use
the bathroom and grab a couple of quick showers - in handcuffs, and with
my grinning captor watching me - would have been enough to cure me of wanting
any more such treatment for a while. Oh no.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kittin’s Selfbondage Story</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/kittins-selfbondage-story/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/kittins-selfbondage-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got the handcuffs on my fourteenth birthday. My mom and dad were working
out of the country for two years, and I was staying with one of my aunts,
my mom&amp;rsquo;s sister. My other aunt, my dad&amp;rsquo;s sister, invited me to her house
for a birthday lunch and so at lunchtime I walked over to her house. It
had rained that morning, so the air was fresh and cool out without being
cold. We had a good time, just talking about things, and she gave me the
present my dad had gotten for me, a nice purse. And I got a pretty ski
jacket from my aunt, so it was a pretty good birthday. About three in the
afternoon I was walking home when my real present came my way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kittin’s Selfbondage Story 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/kittins-selfbondage-story-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/kittins-selfbondage-story-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="kittins_sb_story.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sandy,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s been just a little over two years now, since that time when you
fixed my old handcuffs and kept me for the night when I put them on for
the first time. We&amp;rsquo;ve had other nights and weekends together since then,
and I&amp;rsquo;ve always gotten the same tingles and chills I got that first time,
and I hope I always will. Now it&amp;rsquo;s time to celebrate that gift of what
you did for me and helped my find by giving you something special in return.
I hope it&amp;rsquo;s what you want.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>