Texvector on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Chocolate Factory

Fri, 15 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000

When I was in High School, I was a goddess. Men wanted me, women wanted me, and the female teachers wanted to be me. But in the last seven years, I’ve spent every Valentine’s Day alone. Sure I’ve had my share of boyfriends and even a few girlfriends. But they always seem to desert me at the start of February.

I’m 5’5”, 109 lbs., 34c natural with pierced nipples. I have long sunflower blonde hair that comes down to the middle of my back. I also have piercings in my bellybutton, two labia piercings and a vertical clit hood ring.

Casualty of Junkyard Wars

Tue, 16 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sara’s father had raised her alone since her mother died when Sara was very young. He put many years into his junkyard and wrecker business to pay for her tuition. Mostly, he wanted her to try for a “real” degree rather than art. Though, when he looked at some of her sculptures, you could really see that he was proud of how talented she had become.

Sara’s dark black skin and curly brown hair made every man stare when she worked up a sweat. A young 34C-28-32 frame dressed only in a jumpsuit will get anyone’s attention when she is straddling a big block Chevy. Those young 20 year old curves dripping with sweat and grease from stripping the engine. Her dedication to her father and his business afforded Sara few chances for a relationship. She didn’t mind, she had other ways of letting her hair down.

A Day Alone in the Woods

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Last Sunday, I happen to partake in a series of three self bondage sessions one right after the other. There was a bit of torture involved in each but I found them all to be entertaining. This is my accounts of the day.

I consider myself to be a peaceful person. The only problem that I have is that once in a while I will lose my temper. To counteract this, I practice self bondage. Tying myself up is nice but I do not do it for sexual pleasure. This explains why I do not often get an erection during bondage. Another aspect of my temper management training is the implementation of often severe torture upon my penis, testicles, ass, rectum, and nipples. This torture includes but is not limited to anal stretching and impalement, electro shock, painful bondage, nipple clamps, and the application of fire ants, BenGay, and stinging nettles to various parts of my body.

Painted Black

Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Leslie, and I am a self-binder. Like many other self-binders, I have certain kinks that work their way into my bondage sessions. Some people like to get dressed up, like in leather or latex, some like to incorporate the possibility of discovery and/or humiliation into their bondage play. Some people even enjoy being tortured to the point that the pain is soooo bad, it becomes pleasurable. So, with that in mind, my kink isn’t so bizarre. I just like to be painted when I’m tied. And I don’t mean painted as on some canvas or mural, what I mean, is that I like to paint my skin, hair, ropes, shackles, everything to some color or colors.

Torment of a Bad Boy

Tue, 22 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

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Well this is going to be the first time that I have posted a story here or anywhere else. Into the typical beginning, my name is Michael, I’m 23 and I am a full time student at Texas A&M in College Station, Texas. I’m 6'1" tall, 195 lbs., short dusty blonde hair, and have been into bondage, self-bondage, and virtually every other fetish since I was about 14.