<?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>Mike Silklover on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mike-silklover/</link><description>Recent content in Mike Silklover on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mike-silklover/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Banking Bondage Babes</title><link>/stories/2017/05/06/the-banking-bondage-babes/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/06/the-banking-bondage-babes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Banking Bondage Babes by Mike Silklover&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;
A tale of humiliation, banking and scarf bondage by silklover
 
Darren Day, or &amp;lsquo;Darren the Demon Dealer&amp;rsquo; as he liked to be known at
the Sumitomo Bank, was extremely angry and extremely uncomfortable. He
was extremely angry becuase he had fallen for their charm and womanly guile
and allowed himself to be kidnapped by the babes he had been drinking with
earlier that evening. It severely hurt his ego to realise that whilst he
thought he had succeeded in pulling five of the most beautiful women in
the bar, he had in reality been royally set up by them. Whatever it was
they had put in his drink towards the end of the evening had completely
zonked him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Abducted in London</title><link>/stories/2005/10/23/abducted-in-london/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/23/abducted-in-london/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Abducted in London by Mike Silklover
 
This is the first part of a multi part story in which Sarah Russell,
a London based jeweller, bondage devotee and designer of silk scarves,
kidnaps a young Australian woman during a visit to her shop. The Australian
captive is pierced and ringed and then kept bound and gagged in the basement
stockroom of the shop for Sarah&amp;rsquo;s amusement and that of her friends. Sarah
is planning to keep her captive for a long time and has devised over two
years worth of severe,cruel and imaginative bondage, including suspension,
mummification, breath control and sexual abuse. As with all my stories,
your comments are most welcome and will help to guide the way in which
Sarah torments her young captive.
 
&lt;a href="mailto:silklover@hotmail.com"&gt;silklover@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;
 
&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;
 
It was Sunday morning and Sarah Russell looked across the dungeon to
her nude and bound captive hanging in the centre of the room. The girl&amp;rsquo;s
bronzed body, glistening with sweat from the strain and discomfort of her
enforced position, was offset by the colourful scarves and loops of rope
used to bind her. Every so often a faint moan would escape from the severely
gagged mouth of the Australian beauty as she slowly regained consciousness
after a day of heavy sedation.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Captive of the Gold Wing</title><link>/stories/2005/10/23/captive-of-the-gold-wing/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/23/captive-of-the-gold-wing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Captive of the Gold Wing by Mike Silklover&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;
 
The royal blue Honda Gold Wing pulled up at the self service pump of
the small garage just south of the Interstate. Fully equipped with all
the accessories, including the shiny two wheeled trailer, the passengers
looked dwarfed by the gleaming chrome machine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The man who had been driving the bike got off and started to fill the
large gas tank while the lady pillion passenger remained seated on her
own pillion seat. To the casual observer, all seemed normal, but on closer
inspection, it was clear that whilst the male rider was suitably dressed
for the hot day in shorts and a T-shirt, his passenger was dressed as for
a bitterly cold day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ski Chalet</title><link>/stories/2005/10/23/the-ski-chalet/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/23/the-ski-chalet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Ski Chalet by Mike Silklover&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah had told me about the couloir; a steep cliff path, barely covered
in snow which led to the base of the most perfect bowl of virgin powder
snow imaginable. Well away from the main piste area, I knew that if I fell
here it would be a long time before anyone found me. But that hadn&amp;rsquo;t stopped
me. The heart stopping jump turns down the perilously thin sliver of icy
snow had been worthwhile for I was now standing at the base of quite the
most magnificent powder slope I had ever seen. It towered in front of me,
rising several hundreds of feet to a eery looking chalet perched in the
trees at the top of the mountain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Women's Circle</title><link>/stories/2005/10/23/womens-circle/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/23/womens-circle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Women&amp;rsquo;s Circle by Mike Silklover&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The following story is based upon one I read in an early edition of
Bondage Life. I have never seen the story on the web (mores the pity) as
it made a lasting impression on me. I have tried to recreate it here as
accurately as possible although inevitably I have allowed some of my own
fantasies to creep in. If anyone has a copy of the original (in 2 parts
over successive editions) I would really appreciate it if they could post
a copy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Silkbound Into Slavery 3</title><link>/stories/2005/02/01/silkbound-into-slavery-3/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/02/01/silkbound-into-slavery-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;
Silkbound into Slavery Part 3
Sarah knew she had to make her escape soon before Stephanie returned,
but had  no idea what to do next. Although she could just about see
through the black  silk hood that encased her head, her wrists and
elbows were securely and  painfully bound behind her back, and her
ankles were hobbled with tightly bound silk scarves. She was standing shakily
in the middle of Stephanie&amp;rsquo;s admittedly  grand bathroom but, as she
looked around there seemed to be no implements or sharp edges with which
she could free herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Silkbound Into Slavery 2</title><link>/stories/2005/01/01/silkbound-into-slavery-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/01/01/silkbound-into-slavery-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Miss Jones knew the number of her removal firm by heart and she happily 
tapped in the digits for the East London firm whilst humming a Frank Sinatra
tune to herself. She was extremey content with the way things had gone
so far, and was looking forward to her cruise with great anticipation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Put me on to Mr Cratchett would you please&amp;rdquo;, she said as the receptionist
answered at the other end. &amp;ldquo;Ah Cratchett, it&amp;rsquo;s Miss Jones here. I have
a removal  job for you. Another one of those international assignments
that you do so well. I need you to get a crate and packing materials sorted
out and get them down to  me by tomorrow afternoon. I will also need
you and your unsavoury colleague  Jenks to accompany the package and
look after its contents throughout the trip. Plan on a Size 14 crate but
you will probably need extra packing materials. This  particular package
is a litle more lively than most you have handled in the past.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Silkbound Slave</title><link>/stories/2004/12/20/silkbound-slave/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/12/20/silkbound-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;An alternative chapter from the classic book Miss High Heels which
involves female domination, severe bondage with rope, silk scarves, bed
linen and other laundry items of torment, and a hint of crossdressing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This tale of cross dressing and bondage was inspired by the book Miss
High heels, in which a young boy, Evelyn Beryl, so infuriates his governess
with his behaviour that she conspires with his aunt and ward and resolves
to turn him into a woman. Kidnapped by the pair, he undergoes a period
of enforced feminization and bondage before being sent away to a girls
school where he is conditioned both mentally and physically to think of
himself as a girl. Now a grown young woman called Denise, he returns to
his governess Miss Priscilla at the end of his schooling, where she resolves
to further her control over him by keeping her as a young lady under her
strict discipline&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Silkbound Into Slavery</title><link>/stories/2004/11/22/silkbound-into-slavery/</link><pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/22/silkbound-into-slavery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah Miles was within a week of her 19th birthday and had answered
the advertisement for a weekend gardener in the local paper, so that she
could get some experience before she went to horticultural college later
that year. All her friends from school had taken a long break and gone
trekking in Thailand, but Sarah was an only child and had been raised in
an orphanage, so she could not afford the several thousand pounds that
her friends planned to spend on their half year in Thailand.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>