<?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>Michelle on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/michelle/</link><description>Recent content in Michelle on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/michelle/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Sands of Time</title><link>/stories/2008/03/24/the-sands-of-time/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/03/24/the-sands-of-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="../storiesek/kind_of_revenge.html"&gt;part seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle 8: The Sands of Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Emma rang and invited me to go and join her and her partner, Helen, for the weekend, she tantalisingly added that she had come up with something for me that she thought I would enjoy.  As Steve was away that weekend, I leapt at the offer, setting out on the Friday after work, taking my toys with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Typically, Emma wouldn’t tell me what was in store for me until the next morning after I had eaten and completed my morning ablutions.  Even then, she just told me to get myself ready.  I was to strip, fit any vibrators I wanted, and put on rubber pants to hold them in position.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sands of Time</title><link>/stories/2008/03/24/the-sands-of-time/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/03/24/the-sands-of-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;also appears in selfbound stories&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Emma rang and invited me to go and join her and her partner, Helen, for the weekend, she tantalisingly added that she had come up with something for me that she thought I would enjoy.  As Steve was away that weekend, I leapt at the offer, setting out on the Friday after work, taking my toys with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Typically, Emma wouldn’t tell me what was in store for me until the next morning after I had eaten and completed my morning ablutions.  Even then, she just told me to get myself ready.  I was to strip, fit any vibrators I wanted, and put on rubber pants to hold them in position.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sands of Time</title><link>/stories/2008/03/24/the-sands-of-time/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/03/24/the-sands-of-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When Emma rang and invited me to go and join her and her partner, Helen, for the weekend, she tantalisingly added that she had come up with something for me that she thought I would enjoy.  As Steve was away that weekend, I leapt at the offer, setting out on the Friday after work, taking my toys with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Typically, Emma wouldn’t tell me what was in store for me until the next morning after I had eaten and completed my morning ablutions.  Even then, she just told me to get myself ready.  I was to strip, fit any vibrators I wanted, and put on rubber pants to hold them in position.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Lesson Learnt</title><link>/stories/2007/11/13/a-lesson-learnt/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/13/a-lesson-learnt/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle 4: A Lesson Learnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My captor had left me tied to the post for ages.  I was dressed all in black, wearing thick tights and elbow-length gloves underneath a long-sleeved polo-neck body.  This was finished off with ear plugs, a ball gag, a sleeping mask as a blindfold, and a black hood covering my whole head and tucked into the neck of the body.  My hands were tied behind the post, above my head, and my ankles were tied behind the post as well.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>When Things go Wrong</title><link>/stories/2007/11/13/when-things-go-wrong/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/13/when-things-go-wrong/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle 5: When Things go Wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After one experience of what can happen if you leave yourself vulnerable to strangers when practicing my passionate love of self-bondage, I agreed with my house-mate Emma that she would come in to make sure I was safe whenever I had a yellow ‘post-it’ on the outside of my door, with a time written on it and when that time had passed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Safe in this knowledge, I continued my experiments with serious self-bondage, always planning my escape, but knowing that I could still get free if that failed.  Perhaps that made me a bit over-confident, because finally I did get things wrong again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Teaching Others The Ropes</title><link>/stories/2005/09/20/teaching-others-the-ropes/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/09/20/teaching-others-the-ropes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle 3: Teaching Others the Ropes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once my three housemates had learnt that I was an ardent practitioner
of bondage, it was only a matter of time before they took opportunities
to talk about it with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Surprisingly, it was Emma who spoke to me first, choosing a moment when
we were alone in the house.  I say surprisingly because she had always
seemed the most timid and conventional of us all.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Teaching Others The Ropes</title><link>/stories/2005/09/20/teaching-others-the-ropes/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/09/20/teaching-others-the-ropes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Teaching Others The Ropes by Michelle&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once my three housemates had learnt that I was an ardent practitioner
of bondage, it was only a matter of time before they took opportunities
to talk about it with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Surprisingly, it was Emma who spoke to me first, choosing a moment when
we were alone in the house.  I say surprisingly because she had always
seemed the most timid and conventional of us all.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Learning the Ropes</title><link>/stories/2005/06/18/learning-the-ropes/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/06/18/learning-the-ropes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle 2: Learning the Ropes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First, let me tell you a bit about myself:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At school, I was always keen on sports, loving gymnastics best of all; 
I joined the Scouts rather than the Girl Guides because they did more exciting
things.  Boys were just other people of my age who got to do the more
exciting things.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then my body started to change.  I became too curvy to be amongst
the best at gymnastics, so I changed to yoga to keep myself supple, and
aerobics to keep myself fit.  And I realised that men were much more
interesting and even had their uses.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Learning The Ropes</title><link>/stories/2005/06/18/learning-the-ropes/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/06/18/learning-the-ropes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Learning The Ropes by Michelle&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First, let me tell you a bit about myself:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At school, I was always keen on sports, loving gymnastics best of all; 
I joined the Scouts rather than the Girl Guides because they did more exciting
things.  Boys were just other people of my age who got to do the more
exciting things.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then my body started to change.  I became too curvy to be amongst
the best at gymnastics, so I changed to yoga to keep myself supple, and
aerobics to keep myself fit.  And I realised that men were much more
interesting and even had their uses.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Initiation</title><link>/stories/2004/10/29/my-initiation/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/10/29/my-initiation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle 1: My Initiation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My parents were away for the week, and I was home from university to
house sit.  I had plenty of work to do before my exams, and was quite
content to sit in the garden and revise.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The evening was drawing in, and I was beginning to think about moving
inside where the light was better, when I heard a clatter and a thump from
over the fence, in our next-door neighbour’s garden.  There was a
six-foot high fence between us, and I was wondering whether I should check
up that everything was all right, when there was another clatter and a
scraping sound.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Initiation</title><link>/stories/2004/10/29/my-initiation/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/10/29/my-initiation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Initiation&lt;/strong&gt;
by Michelle
My Initiation by Michelle&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My parents were away for the week, and I was home from university to
house sit.  I had plenty of work to do before my exams, and was quite
content to sit in the garden and revise.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The evening was drawing in, and I was beginning to think about moving
inside where the light was better, when I heard a clatter and a thump from
over the fence, in our next-door neighbour’s garden.  There was a
six-foot high fence between us, and I was wondering whether I should check
up that everything was all right, when there was another clatter and a
scraping sound.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Kind Of Revenge</title><link>/stories/2003/06/10/a-kind-of-revenge/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/06/10/a-kind-of-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="fullbodysuit.html"&gt;continues from part six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle 7: A Kind of Revenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Steve went out of the door, he tossed me the keys to my bonds. 
He was going to be away for a week, and we had said all our farewells. 
His parting gift was to leave me chained up in a ball.  It was going
to take me some time to release myself.  I twisted myself round, and
rolled back so that I could pick up the bunch, using my handcuffed hands. 
There were over a dozen keys on the ring, and I had to try more than half
of them before I found the one that fitted.  With a struggle, I managed
to reach the chains holding my elbows.  I could just reach one elbow
with my other hand.  One at a time, I again tried different keys,
always struggling to find the keyhole in the padlock one-handed. 
It took me over half an hour to release my elbows.  Then it was the
padlock holding my head down near my crossed ankles and I was finally able
to uncurl.  The chains on my ankles, thighs and neck were easy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Full Body Suit</title><link>/stories/2002/12/20/full-body-suit/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/20/full-body-suit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle 6: Full Body Suit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’ve always had a passion
for latex, but had never had the courage to tell any of my boyfriends about
it.  Unfortunately, as a college student, I was always struggling
to make ends meet, and couldn’t indulge myself as much as I would have
liked.  Luckily, my relations all knew how broke I was, and generally
gave me cheques for Christmas and my birthday.  I had managed to save
enough to buy some small items but I had never managed to get enough to
pay for what I most longed to own – a full latex body suit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Full Body Suit</title><link>/stories/2002/12/20/the-full-body-suit/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/20/the-full-body-suit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve always had a passion
for latex, but had never had the courage to tell any of my boyfriends about
it. Unfortunately, as a college student, I was always struggling
to make ends meet, and couldn’t indulge myself as much as I would have
liked. Luckily, my relations all knew how broke I was, and generally
gave me cheques for Christmas and my birthday. I had managed to save
enough to buy some small items but I had never managed to get enough to
pay for what I most longed to own – a full latex body suit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>