<?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>Phileas on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/phileas/</link><description>Recent content in Phileas on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/phileas/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dolly Desire</title><link>/stories/2008/04/13/dolly-desire/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/04/13/dolly-desire/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As the engine of the car turns silent, Rick turns to me and ask:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Are you sure you wanna do this.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve been quiet for all the trip to the building we now see in front of us, I turn to him and quietly nod one time, then again then:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, love.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We hug, he kisses me deeply then he looks at me straight in the eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Trust me I don&amp;rsquo;t want to keep you from it, but there are some things that gonna be uncomfortable, downright painful, are you sure.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Unwilling Model</title><link>/stories/2007/08/24/unwilling-model/</link><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/08/24/unwilling-model/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The BDSM Expo is raging, as it has been
for already two days now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We check in at the hotel on Tuesday and
from Friday morning me and Carrie were lost in the aisles of the
convention floor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The BDSM Expo has plenty of thing to
entertain us, you see. We did also a lot of purchases. I had so much fun
watching Carrie squirming when I said that I absolutely had to get those
hinged handcuffs, and that latex catsuit and also those latex
panties.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Night at the Party</title><link>/stories/2007/06/03/a-night-at-the-party/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/03/a-night-at-the-party/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What has a model to do for a living? Ok, it’s not as if they pay me little money, but still it is at least quite weird.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sure I have some fun, but every time my employer make it as challenging as it gets.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I work for Frizo, the creator of bondage tools and fetish clothing, and he uses me to show them off at party conventions and so on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Frizo's Inventions</title><link>/stories/2007/05/19/frizos-inventions/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/05/19/frizos-inventions/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test run - Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi there, my name is Carrie, usually I work in an office for a living, I manage accounts and things like that. I have an agreement with my boss, so every now and then I can take a long weekend and I get to go on vacation. Since some of my work can be done via e-mail or fax the fact that I can be out of office for two weeks, maybe three doesn’t interest him, so long as all my job is done properly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Frizo's Inventions 2</title><link>/stories/2007/05/19/frizos-inventions-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/05/19/frizos-inventions-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test run - Day 1 - part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As we enter I see that she as prepared something for me to dress in.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m still adjusting to my predicament and without thinking I try to ask her what this is all about. But the only thing that can be heard is the sound of the air pushed out of my mouth, but not any words.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But that’s quite normal since I have a gag actually glued to my teeth that completely blocks my vocal chords.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Frizo's Inventions 3</title><link>/stories/2007/05/19/frizos-inventions-3/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/05/19/frizos-inventions-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test run - Day 1 - part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anna chooses a restaurant in the mall, and I silently thank her when she approaches the waiter and asks for a table just out of sight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As we stroll around through the room I can feel some stares on us, then we sit at a table in a corner of the room. Remember that I still have my coat draped on my shoulders just to hide my arms bound behind me in a sort of armbinder that encloses them in a single sleeve.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Party</title><link>/stories/2005/09/20/the-party/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/09/20/the-party/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Party by Phileas&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The message came in when I was preparing to leave the office. I checked
out the e-mail just out of curiosity, as I prepared myself to turn off
the laptop.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Sorry dear, I’ll reach you at the party. I made arrangements at home.
Follow the orders, and do not be late.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was sort of excited from the change of plans. He said he had a surprise
set up for me, just for tonight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>