Masato on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Christmas Package

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

This was a special time of year for the lovely earth girl. Not since she had been kidnapped to Gor many years ago had she celebrated the earth holiday called Christmas. Her master was sent to earth by the priest kings on a mission and had consented to bring her with him.

The girl was given the name nikko by her master when she was ko`lared by him. Nikko has red hair that falls to her shoulders and a smile in her eyes that comes from within. To pass the nights on Gor, Nikko had told her master of the wonderful customs and festivities that are celebrated on earth at this time of year. From the different food and drink, decorations, songs and of course the presents. Nikko had spent hours and hours describing in great detail all of this to her beloved master.

Long Lesson Part 2

Sun, 10 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Long Lesson)_

_This story is mostly true in that I have taken some artistic license to emphasize some of the perils in allowing one self to be put into such a predicament. The characters are real, the apartment I spoke of in the story stands and yes my wife is capable with rope. Continued from part one Part Two Chapter 9

By this time I had been very tightly trussed up for the better part of two full days and I was getting this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that this was far far from being over. Even though I knew that struggling was all but useless and only served to chaff my skin, I did it anyway. Difficult to explain why as the more I struggled the more it reinforced in my mind I was stuck and stuck good. Truth be known, for the first time since wife had tied me up a wave of defeat descended down like a dark rain cloud. No way was I getting out of this mess without someone else’s help. Not a snowballs chance in hell as they say.

Keiko's Party

Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Keiko is a stunningly beautiful Japanese woman. She stands 5 feet two inches and weighs 115 lbs soaking wet. Her breasts are large and very firm. Keiko’s long black hair falls down to her slim waist. Athletic looking legs and slim ankles are one of Keiko’s features that I find most attractive. Dark eyes, full lips and fair skin are a turn on.

It doesn’t hurt that Keiko absolutely loves to be tied up. The tighter and more restrictive, the better as far as she is concerned. She is not really happy unless she is bound up like a Christmas turkey and severely gagged. One time she asked to be tied to a chair for the entire weekend and I was only too happy to oblige. She murmured through her gag and fought her ropes from Friday evening to early Monday morning. I could see that she was having multiple orgasms from pressing against her crotch rope. Friday night, all day Saturday, Saturday night and then again all day Sunday, Sunday night again and finally freedom Monday morning before I left for work. I did un-gag her for a few brief moments to give her nourishment through out her ordeal but she absolutely refused to be untied. But that is a story for another day.

The Intruder

Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

She lives in a beautiful old building in Vancouver’s West End. Her apartment is a warm, sunny refuge on the fourth floor, overlooking a school playground below. She loves to lie back on her sofa, basking in the sun’s warmth as she reads a good book. Often she’ll stay like this for hours, losing all track of time as she abandons herself to the fantasy of the novel, only surfacing back to reality when she becomes aware that the light is growing dim, and only then to pull the chain on her lamp.

The Long Lesson

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This story is mostly true in that I have taken some artistic license to emphasize some of the perils in allowing one self to be put into such a predicament. The characters are real, the apartment I spoke of in the story stands and yes my wife is capable with rope.

Chapter One

I have always been a lover of bondage and early on in my marriage my wife indulged me much to the pleasure of us both, but mostly me. My binding material of choice at the time was white cotton clothesline as I found it not only made the most secure knots but cinched up better than nylon rope. This particular evening my wife had me strip down to my underwear and lay face down on the bed. I crossed my wrists behind my back and she proceeded to bind my wrists with a 6 foot length of cotton rope. She asked me to wriggle my wrists as she cinched the rope up between my wrists and pulled out all the slack before knotting it off with several tight knots. As always she was careful to make sure none of the knots were in reach. Next up were my ankles and my dear wife did as expert a job binding my ankles together as she did my wrists. I was a little taken back when a rather long length of rope was applied to my arms just above the elbows and she started to pull them together. She had never gone to these lengths before and I sure wasn’t about to stop her now! I have no idea how close she got my elbows together but I could feel my shoulder blades touch so they must have been fairly close together. Once she cinched and knotted the elbow rope off my wife asked me to test the bounds which of course I did. It was obvious to both of us that I was going no where without her help. Another length of rope found its way around my legs just above the knees and as she did with my ankles cinched and knotted this off. Now my favorite all time bondage position is the hogtie and the love of my life was not going to disappoint me. However this time wife did something out of character and instead of drawing my legs up so my ankles are say a foot away from my wrists putting me in a tight but not to terribly severe hogtie, she looped a 6 foot rope between the wrist and ankle cinching and pulled up until my ankles were directly under my wrists. I was arched over as she looped the rope around my wrists and ankles, pulled the slack out after each and every turn and knotted after each turn of the rope. Once she was done I was in the tightest and most extreme hogtie I have ever been in my life. It was like my wrists were welded to my ankles and my fingers could touch nothing but the back of my legs just above my ankles. The second surprise that my wife had in store for me was a gag. A surprise because we had never experimented with gags of any sort, until now it seemed. She has a bag of old nylons that she keeps for reasons that are known only to her and retrieved said bag from the closet. Not one but two pair of pantyhose were rolled up into a ball and unceremoniously stuffed into my mouth. A third pair of nylons was wrapped tightly between my teeth and around my head pushing the ball of nylon deeper into my mouth. The pantyhose that she used to wrap was pulled to its maximum as she looped it around my neck and mouth. From the feel of it I could tell wife tied several knots at the back instead of a quick release bow. Her demeanor at this point changed completely and quite frankly, scared the hell out of me. I was rolled over on my side and with as cold and hard a look as I’ve seen from anyone, wife stated that she was leaving me like that. Before I could grunt in protest she finished the job by blindfolding me with yet another pair of pantyhose. As I lay there I could feel her get off the bed and pad away. Before long I heard the bathtub run and knew that little ritual would take her the better part of an hour, which it did by the way. I could hear her get out of the tub and her shuffling around the bedroom sent shivers up my spine. She never spoke a word to me nor laid a hand on me. Nothing, I was completely ignored and left to wiggle about as best I could in my ropes. We lived in an apartment in those days and I could hear the door open then close. The sound of the deadbolt clicking into place got my tummy churning. There was absolutely no way I was getting out of this bondage without help. It was around 7:00 in the evening when my wife started tying me up and I estimated it was now somewhere between 8 and 9, probably 8:30. My wife had without my knowledge made plans to go out to dinner and a show with her sister and this was the night apparently or so I was told, my wife came home around one that morning and slept on the living room couch preferring to leave me alone in my misery. It wasn’t until some time after I heard the birds chirping that the smell of fresh coffee and toast drifted into the bedroom. The phone rang and I recognized my wife’s voice so at least I knew it was her making breakfast and not some stranger. Gail’s of laughter were coming from the other side of the apartment so at least wife was in good spirits. My wife comes into the room, kisses me on the cheek and says “I’m putting you on display for the next two days.” Now that got some frantic and quite useless struggling out of me.