<?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>Pilloryslave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/pilloryslave/</link><description>Recent content in Pilloryslave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/pilloryslave/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>It’s just coffee isn’t it or IS it</title><link>/stories/2016/07/27/its-just-coffee-isnt-it-or-is-it/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/27/its-just-coffee-isnt-it-or-is-it/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;So here I am bound in and to a vertical cage barely big enough for my plus size body trapped behind 3 master locks in a vertical cage, prisoner transport chains on my wrist, ankles, neck and waist, gagged with a head cage on holding a very well inflated butterfly gag in place, my cuffed ankles locked to the floor of the cage . My cock standing out from the vertical cage bouncing wantingly in the air desperately wanting to cum, stripped of my clothing in a strange man’s house with no one knowing I am here. Rule #1 broken… this is a recount of true events, well mostly true with a little license for creativity embellishing the facts for hopefully a more pleasurable read. And my first attempt at story writing.. But before I get started perhaps a little background into how this all came about. Names altered for privacy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>