<?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>Lord David on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lord-david/</link><description>Recent content in Lord David 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/lord-david/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Surprise for Marilyn 2</title><link>/stories/2002/06/25/a-surprise-for-marilyn-2/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/06/25/a-surprise-for-marilyn-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="surprise_for_marilyn.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Surprise for Marilyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
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A Surprise for Marilyn
Part Two
by Lord David
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&lt;p&gt;I open the door to the bedroom
and look in cheerily as the morning sun rises &amp;ldquo;Morning Marilyn&amp;rdquo; I say,
looking at her body still tightly bound on the bed, she grunted through
her gag, she obviously didn&amp;rsquo;t get much sleep last night, if any, and if
I was a nice guy, I&amp;rsquo;d untie her and let her stretch her arms and legs,
but not only was I not that nice of a guy, I also didn&amp;rsquo;t want an angry
Marilyn attacking me from the night before, so I thought it best she stayed
in her current position, well for now at least.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Surprise for Marilyn</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-surprise-for-marilyn/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-surprise-for-marilyn/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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A Surprise For Marilyn
by Lord David
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&lt;p&gt;I looked across the airport as I was collecting my luggage. &amp;ldquo;Where was
she?&amp;rdquo; I thought to myself. I had just travelled from England to meet up
with one of my friends, Marilyn, in New York where she lived, and I had
found out before I had travelled over that she was into BDSM, well, I have
a surprise in store for her I thought, and we quickly arranged the travel
arrangements, I had even managed to get a friend to let my use his holiday
home for the week I was over there, so the two of us would be staying there
for a while, and nobody knew where we were, this was going to be perfect.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>