<?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>PShadowPhazer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/pshadowphazer/</link><description>Recent content in PShadowPhazer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/pshadowphazer/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jane’s Magnetism</title><link>/stories/2014/11/06/janes-magnetism/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/06/janes-magnetism/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jane held up the harness in front of her. She had finally finished sewing the material for her bondage outfit together. It only took her two months with the other projects she had to accomplish but the spare time she was able to put into her new bondage harness, stockings, and gloves was well worth it. She held the harness up against her body and shivered in anticipation in wearing it. It would have to wait until later that night while her boyfriend was at work.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Slave's Training</title><link>/stories/2003/03/26/slaves-training/</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/03/26/slaves-training/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Slave&amp;rsquo;s Training
by PShadowPhazer&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You walk into the bedroom, looking around you see the chains hanging
from the wall sparkle in the light of a single lamp in a corner and me
sitting on the bed. 
&amp;ldquo;Well my little slave do you know why I wanted you in here?&amp;rdquo; 
Kneeling before the bed you hold your head high with your eyes downcast
as it should be. 
&amp;ldquo;No Master what have you called this one in here for?&amp;rdquo; 
You can feel my frown as it grows. &amp;ldquo;Because I saw you kissing another
man my pet and for that you must be punished.&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;But Master&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; is all you can get out before I push a ballgag into
your mouth and lock it shut behind your head, then reaching behind you
I take your wrists and raise you up so you are standing on your tiptoes
and enclosing your wrists in handcuffs dangling on the end of a chain from
the ceiling.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Janice Comes Home</title><link>/stories/2001/05/16/janice-comes-home/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/05/16/janice-comes-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She carried herself well through the dimly lit halls of the hotel. Six
foot two, blonde hair, brown eyes. Janice was every bit the amazon
goddess people thought she looked like. “I can still stop this,” her thoughts
echoed in her mind.
She had met this man through the internet and he had quickly become
her Master. Janice had always been into bondage, mainly of the do-it-yourself
variety. She had been looking for a Master/Mistress for a year with no
luck. Until she met him and she knew she could serve no other. He had told
her to fly out to Seattle and go to a specific hotel, where he had gotten
a room so she could finally submit to him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>