<?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>The Watcher on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/the-watcher/</link><description>Recent content in The Watcher on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/the-watcher/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>BBF 1: Vicky &amp; Suzan</title><link>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-1-vicky-suzan/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-1-vicky-suzan/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This was told to me by Vicky and Suzan. At the moment they are tied up so I will relate the story to you. The names have been changed to protect the kinky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Vicky &amp;amp; Suzan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;BBF&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi, my name is Vicky and I’m going to tell you how I met Suzan. First, a little about myself.  I’m a 28 year old, 5 foot 7 inch brunette. I’m slim with a nice set of full B cups, but I wish I had a rounder butt. But what are you going to do. I live in a small town on the east side of the lake. I own a small cottage located by the edge of park where the dunes are located, it’s mine since my parents got divorced. I was finishing my second year in college. They felt sorry for me since dad was taking off with his trophy wife and Mom decided she wanted to find herself. This was my gift from them since they were too busy with themselves.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>BBF 2: The Pillory</title><link>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-2-the-pillory/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-2-the-pillory/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="bbf.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was told to me by Vicky and Suzan. At the moment they are tied up so I will relate the story to you. The names have been changed to protect the kinky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Pillory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I lay on the chase lounge chair, sipping a bit of wine, I thought on how I could intensify my latest bondage adventure. I needed something to really impale me. I am going to give it some thought.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>BBF 3: Exercising with a Twist</title><link>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-3-exercising-with-a-twist/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-3-exercising-with-a-twist/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="bbf2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was told to me by Vicky and Suzan. At the moment they are tied up so I will relate the story to you. The names have been changed to protect the kinky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Exercising with a Twist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was at work on Thursday and work was slow. I saw Suzan stopped in town for groceries. I saw she was walking a bit slower, maybe a bit bowlegged. Looks like that monster she was riding did a number on her tight little pussy. I don’t think I could ride that monster dildo the way she did, but then it would be an experience. If Suzan asked me to do it, I would gladly impale myself on it just to prove my friendship.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>BBF 4: "The Discovery"</title><link>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-4-the-discovery/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-4-the-discovery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="bbf3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was told to me by Vicky and Suzan. At the moment they are tied up so I will relate the story to you. The names have been changed to protect the kinky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: &amp;ldquo;The Discovery&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I drove down to Suzan’s and stopped 100 feet from the house since I was early. I did not want to surprise her if she was not tied up. I slowly approached the fence and saw some balloons floating overhead. I thought that was sweet, she got some balloons for me. I peeked over the fence and to my amazement I saw Suzan spread eagle in front of the deck. Her ice timer had her locked in place till her release.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>BBF 5: Into the Woods</title><link>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-5-into-the-woods/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/19/bbf-5-into-the-woods/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="bbf4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was told to me by Vicky and Suzan. At the moment they are tied up so I will relate the story to you. The names have been changed to protect the kinky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Into the Woods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sunday could not come too soon; work was a drag due to inventory. Now that Sunday was here, time to get ready for Suzan’s bondage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We packed a backpack, checking the inventory: butt plug, dildo, twist tie, ankle and wrist restraints, ball gag, blindfold, and a rubber hood. Then there was the rope and snap rings; we had paced off the area were Suzan would be tied off and cut the ropes to length. Suzan made sure the video camera was charged. I brought some bottled water and a can of bug spray so Suzan would not be hassled by the little critters.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>