<?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>Petra on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/petra/</link><description>Recent content in Petra on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/petra/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Itching For My Partner To Come Home</title><link>/stories/2009/12/28/itching-for-my-partner-to-come-home/</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/12/28/itching-for-my-partner-to-come-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As I write this story I am wearing a neoprene lined steel chastity belt with secondary shield, and those infernal shoes! They are a garish shade of purple-pink and have long pointed toes which my poor feet are forced into. When purchased, they had comfortable padding which was very quickly removed to leave just the bare unyielding leather.
It is arguably welcome that the padding had been removed as they are a size four and I take a size six! They are fastened on by a single strap across the instep which is frustratingly more than adequate. Did I mention the five inch heels? Even sat down, there is little respite from the ache in my calf muscles. Perhaps the worst thing about these shoes is that they are second hand, costing just £3.49 from a charity shop. Of course when bought, they did not have the locking facility on the straps. I have been trapped in both the chastity belt and the shoes for the last twelve hours. I have the key to neither!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Stood</title><link>/stories/2004/01/14/i-stood/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/14/i-stood/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was 9am on Saturday morning and I stood.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Click! And I realised that I could do nothing …..yet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had locked the final lock, the one that linked the short chain between
my leather wrist cuffs to the D-ring on the back of my chastity belt. I looked down my nose across the room at the two small locked boxes
screwed to the floor and saw my release method only a few feet away. The wax plugs in my ears rendered me virtually deaf and distorted time.
It seemed like hours, yet it was probably about fifteen minutes, before
the first drop of freezing water landed on the top of my head. This was
followed by another, and another, and another…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>