<?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>Miss Trussed on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/miss-trussed/</link><description>Recent content in Miss Trussed 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/miss-trussed/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Late Night Library Fantasy Part 2</title><link>/stories/2013/10/18/late-night-library-fantasy-part-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 18 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/18/late-night-library-fantasy-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="latenightlibraryfantasy.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late Night Library Fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could feel hands unstrapping me from my seat &amp;amp; re-binding my wrists before I was roughly hauled to my feet. Light blinded me as for the first time that night the hood was pulled from my head. As one of the pair held me around my throat with his crooked elbow, the other remove the sodden gag from my mouth before re-gagging me with thin, stretchy surgical tape. It’s incredible tackiness welded my mouth shut, moulding every contour of my lips.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hotel Fantasy</title><link>/stories/2013/10/07/hotel-fantasy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/07/hotel-fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been having some “me” time recently &amp;amp; to pass the time, I’ve put together what would be, my ultimate fantasy fulfilled. The guys are invented, one a bondage playmate I’d met just once before, the other is a complete stranger to me but a friend of my playmate. Let me know what you think.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I travelled down to Norwich by train, the station&amp;rsquo;s right across the road from the hotel. I checked into reception, collected my key &amp;amp; headed for the room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Late Night Library Fantasy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/late-night-library-fantasy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/late-night-library-fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="latenightlibraryfantasy/image001.jpg"&gt;
It all started with my late-night visits to Liverpool Central Library. I use the place at least once a week as I’m studying as a mature student. My preferred time is late, usually after midnight. It’s the best time to go as it’s pretty quiet &amp;amp; you be sure that the only other users are serious geeks who, like myself try to avoid being disturbed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to my fantasy…..&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>