<?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>Russ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/russ/</link><description>Recent content in Russ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/russ/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Abduction 2</title><link>/stories/2017/05/04/the-abduction-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/04/the-abduction-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="abduction.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Abduction&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;Shelly awoke again in complete darkness, immobility and
silence. Was it just her, or was she getting used to this? She lay there in the
darkness assessing what she had learned so far. She had been taken aboard an
actual alien spacecraft, held against her will by some mental control they were
using to completely immobilize her. She was being given fluids and nutrients
from an I.V. in her leg, and any body waste was being taken care of by
micro-biotic creatures that had been implanted in her body. It was very odd that
she had adjusted to these things now almost as if they were normal. Maybe they
controlled her in that way also, making it all seems normal.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mummy Accident</title><link>/stories/2010/10/27/mummy-accident/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/10/27/mummy-accident/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hello! I am Janine. Since everyone likes to have an idea of how people look in these stories, I will get that out of the way…. I am 25, I weigh around 140 pounds and I am 5’-6”, I have 38D breasts, shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. Not a super model, but not ugly either.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I work as a medical transcriber from home entering peoples medical records and charts for several area Doctors. I live with Mike, my boyfriend now for 5 years.  He is also in the medical field as an orthopedic technician. This helps out with many of our supply needs in our bondage fetishes. We enjoy most all types of bondage but neither gets into torture or pain at all. We like being tied, immobilized and teased. In 5 years we have got to know each others likes and dislikes and have complete trust in each other. Mike tends to be a bit more introverted, liking short term sessions. I tend to be the type to push the bounds “pun intended”. Going for longer sessions and more uncomfortable scenes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Knight’s Armor II</title><link>/stories/2008/01/25/knights-armor-ii/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/01/25/knights-armor-ii/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="knights_armor1.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica awoke with a start as she always did being wrapped or in bondage. It always took the mind a few seconds to remember what was going on. She could again see the ceiling above her so it must be morning. She had to pee pretty bad also. She of course could not move at all, she was awake enough now to remember the armor suit and being locked in it the night before. The more she thought of Steve doing it to her the more aroused she became.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Knight’s Armor I</title><link>/stories/2007/10/17/knights-armor-i/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/10/17/knights-armor-i/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jessica and Steve had had been married for 2 years. They had shared many of their fantasies in that time. They both were into bondage, mummification and whatever else they could come up with. Most of the stuff they did was short term, a few hours tied up, or wrapped. They were both in the medical field, Steve was an orthopedic doctor, and Jessica was an RN at a local hospital. Much of their bondage and scenes were therefore of the medical type because they had access to many supplies and devices. As they explored more and more on the web and in magazines they were finding that most scenes were of the same scenario. You get bound, tied, mummified or whatever. You stay that way for a period of time and then are released. They wanted to come up with something new, something that nobody had come up with, at least that they could find. So they both began thinking, thinking of a new (or old) type of bondage that was not in many if any stories.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Virtual Bondage 2 Egyptian Queen</title><link>/stories/2007/04/01/virtual-bondage-2-egyptian-queen/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/04/01/virtual-bondage-2-egyptian-queen/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Suggested prerequisite: &lt;a href="virtual_bondage.html"&gt;Virtual Bondage Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter two: “Egyptian Queen”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cindy did not feel like herself. Something was wrong but she did not know what it was. It was dark first of all, and completely silent. What is going on? Secondly she noticed the temperature. She could feel her body and the air felt arid and dry. The air temperature had to be close to 100 degrees. She could only think of maybe two times in her 25 years that it had even gotten close to 100 in rural Ohio. And, when it did it was not dry and arid. Usually wet and thunderstorms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Abduction</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-abduction/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-abduction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Shelly was bored and hot. The Georgia evening was hot and sultry, hotter
than any she could remember in her 26 years. She had worked all day and
was tired but could not find relief from the heat and humidity enough to
get to sleep. She turned off the TV and decided to go for a walk in the
park that was about ½ mile from her house. She did this many times
to relax and collect her thoughts after hectic days at the office, even
though her Mother and Father warned her of the dangers of such activities.
She figured that in this rural Georgian town the odds of anything bad happening
were probably about as much as her winning the lottery and that had not
happened either.  Parents will be parents, but she was on her own
and an adult.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Virtual Bondage</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/virtual-bondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/virtual-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter one: “The
Web”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How on Earth had this happened? Cindy wondered. 
To be stuck literally like a bug in this huge spiders web! She struggled
against the sticky web to no avail. The more she struggled, the more filaments
from the web entangled her arms and legs. She couldn’t move, she was just
not getting anywhere! The web strands were actually soft on her skin, but
they were as strong as steel. They were coated with a sticky glue substance
that once touched by anything would not let go. No amount of struggle or
pulling would find release.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>