<?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>Soloist on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/soloist/</link><description>Recent content in Soloist on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/soloist/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Fantasy</title><link>/stories/2005/01/27/fantasy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/01/27/fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A brief description of myself is in order. I am a straight male
into self bondage. My idea of a great time is to be in bonds and
tease/tormented out of my mind by vibrators. My main vibrator is
a vibrating cockhead sized pouch made from velcro. In addition I
use a regular a penis vibrator and nipple vibrators. My usual bonds
are leather cuffs, chain, and padlocks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A typical session finds me chained with nipple and cock vibrators teasing
on me. The cock vibes are set just too slow to bring me to climax.
I have to endure fantastic sensations while held on the edge of an orgasm
but unable to cum. This way I achieve a level of excitement due to
frustration that is hard to imagine. After an hour or so a timer
speeds up the vibes for a fantastic orgasm and a bit later a second
timer drops the padlock key so I can reach it and free myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tension</title><link>/stories/2004/01/14/tension/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/14/tension/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tension&lt;/strong&gt;
by Soloist
Tension by Soloist
The man was cuffed wrists and ankles, spread-eagled on the bed, sweating
and squirming.  He did not know how long he had been in this torment
but he was sure it was well over an hour, probably closer to two. 
Then his muscles tensed, his body going rigid with his back bowed as his
cock reached to heaven for climax.  A moan escaped his hood as he
was yet again denied the relief of orgasm.  All he could do was quietly
sob as he waited for the next time his cock screamed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Dance</title><link>/stories/2004/01/14/the-dance/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/14/the-dance/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We have monthly bondage bashes at our BDSM club.  As part of the
evening, various members provide entertainment.  Members that are
willing take turns performing.  It is not required, but most do at
least one show.  Eventually I was approached and was more chicken
to refuse than to work up an act.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had to figure out a way to share my form of bondage pleasure. 
What I love the most is being bound and teased to the point of torment,
even torture.  The teasing is to excite me to the point of orgasm
then denying it and/or forcing me to endure orgasms until I can only endure
because I am bound and can not escape.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Kits</title><link>/stories/2004/01/14/the-kits/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/14/the-kits/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It all started with the velcro vibrator.  This is a device that
I created for some really great sensations.  It consisted of a penis
ring vibrator with velcro strips attached  to form a pouch just big
enough to contain my cockhead.  Positioned in various ways, but always
containing my cockhead, this rig produces some wild results.  They
would be unbearable if I did not place myself in bondage thus forcing myself
to endure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Living Art</title><link>/stories/2002/08/20/living-art/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/08/20/living-art/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8 
8
Living Art
by Soloist&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One thing about beach cities, you can get away
with a lot.  Living Art and Performing Art are common.  This
led to a really wild plan on my part.  The idea was born when I found
access to the roof of a four story office building overlooking one of the
business streets.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One weekday morning before daylight I erected
a St. Andrews cross at the edge of the roof at the side facing the street. 
I also hung a banner over the edge of the roof.  I put a padlock on
the roof door to discourage the curious from coming up for a closer look
at what I was about to do or to play touchy-feely.  Maybe accessibility
would be an idea for another time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Naivete</title><link>/stories/2002/08/20/naivete/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/08/20/naivete/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8 
8
Naivete
by Soloist&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When you are in bondage, there is no such thing as unbearable.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The woman was new to the vibrator.  Actually, she was fairly new
to sex in general.  But the vibrator fascinated her.  It was
a good vibe, the kind with little nubs on the side that teased the clitoris
when the vibe was inserted into her vagina.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had played with it a number times and each time after three orgasms
she had to quit.  She was just unable to continue any further. 
And she thought she would be great to have more than three orgasms when
she was playing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Oops!</title><link>/stories/2002/08/20/oops/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/08/20/oops/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8 
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Oops!
by Soloist&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When you are in bondage, the is no  such thing as unbearable&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For some time I have been developing a lady I met on the internet to
act as a safety for my self bondage games.  We met on a chat channel
where I visit in my ‘straight’ persona.  She turned out to live only
six blocks from me. We met and become friends.  No sex, real or cyber.
She has, though, played at cybersex with at least one partner.  She
is 30, married, with four young children. She seemed to be free spirited
enough that I thought it possible to utilize her as a safety when I play
my games.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Time Out</title><link>/stories/2002/08/20/time-out/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/08/20/time-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8 
8
Time Out
by Soloist&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The woman stood with her eyes shut tight, tears on her cheeks. She had
designed and built the device, now she was its prisoner, held captive by
her own body.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She stood with her legs held spread, with her arms straight out from
her sides locked to cords extending to the mechanisms on 
the walls.  The waist and crotch straps held the vibrator tightly
in her cunt with bristles against and massaging her clit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Here, Kitty</title><link>/stories/2002/05/01/here-kitty/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/01/here-kitty/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The
woman stood looking down at the bed. The bed was mostly covered by a sheet
of plywood. Mounted to the plywood were four eyebolts and three straps.
Next to one of the eyebolts was the remote for her VCR. The key to the
padlocks she would be using was held away by the ice cubes in the glass
on the night table. There was plenty of ice, it would be quite a while
before the key was released. Everything seemed ready. She put her ballgag
in her mouth, strapped it in place, and put on a pair of latex gloves.
She was about to satisfy a fantasy that had been nagging her for years.
Her legs felt weak just thinking about it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Old Baldy</title><link>/stories/2002/05/01/old-baldy/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/01/old-baldy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Old
Baldy 
by Soloist&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When
you are in bondage, there is no such thing as unbearable&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The
man was spread eagled on his bed.  The penis vibrator with the velcro
pouch contained his cockhead while it did a slow dance.  As it had
been doing for the past three hours.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The
afternoon had started out nicely.  First he put on his hood with its
gag in place.  After setting the timers, he slowly set his bonds,
first securing his ankle cuffs to the snap hooks on the rope across the
foot of the bed.  He worked slow, savoring the mounting excitement
that went with each step.  After adjusting the nipple teasers he placed
the velcro vibrator on its guide wire and slid it down to take hold of
his throbbing cockhead.  He then connected the teasers to the battery
pack on the waist belt and threw the switch starting the timers. 
Quickly he reached his arms out to the sides and padlocked his wrist cuffs
to the chain stretched across the head of the bed.  He felt the rush
that he always felt when he snapped the lock that rendered him helpless. 
Then he remembered that he had forgotten to place the phone on the bed
in case of emergency.  It did not worry him, he never screwed up anymore.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>