<?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>Tied2aChair on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tied2achair/</link><description>Recent content in Tied2aChair on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tied2achair/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Novel Idea</title><link>/stories/2004/05/10/a-novel-idea/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/05/10/a-novel-idea/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="novel_idea3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Novel Idea 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Novel Idea&lt;/strong&gt;-
Part 4
by Tied2achair
A Novel Idea by Tied2aChair
Pain unlike rain never does stop. Just when you think it might let
up it finds a new way of reminding you that it is there. The reminder that
he was getting came from the strangest of places his neck. The six or so
layers of duct tape that currently encompassed his neck were beginning
to stick to his neck hair thus when he turned his neck whack instant nair
no more neck hair and a heck of lot of pain. Then came his cock and balls
they were encased in two separate cuffs fastened extremely tight thus his
wrists could not move without tugging on an already swollen and rock hard
member. So he tried to be as still as possible knowing that the slightest
move in any direction would mean instant torment and of course more pain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Novel Idea</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-novel-idea/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-novel-idea/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Novel Idea
by Tied2aChair
A Novel Idea By Tied2aChair&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It all began with an idea, a simple, novel idea… To fall in love&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She sat at a table waiting patiently, quietly, calmly sipping her vodka
and tonic surveying the room looking for the man to fulfill her innermost
desires and fantasies. Not knowing whether she would find him or spend
another night alone. But as she looked at her drink she saw something that
caught her attention. A man 6’1 180 lbs average build, average size. She
gave him a warm gaze that was sure to catch his eye, he smiled he was intrigued,
he was enslaved. They talked casual at first about the weather and their
jobs, what they sought out in life and how things could be better. As the
conversation continued she started to hint at first about how she always
had to be in control and how she liked to see people work for what they
wanted. He smiled as he realized that this could be the one that would
show him what it was to be dominated and loved. As the night grew close
to 11 the conversation picked up it’s pace and the two decided to head
back to her place.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Novel Idea 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-novel-idea-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-novel-idea-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="novel_idea.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Novel Idea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Novel Idea 2
by Tied2achair
A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He spent the night struggling in his silk cocoon as she spent the night
enjoying the warmth of his body and thrill of what’s to come. She awoke
at 7:30 to prepare her slaves torment for the day. She wanted him immobile
and aware of his peril. She wanted to make a statement as to say to him
I am the spider and you are the fly. So she began creating a web between
two polls in her basement she first tied a piece horizontal at the top
of the poll and one at the bottom then she attached lengths of ropes vertical
every few inches till she had what resembled a prison cell front made out
of rope then she tied the rope horizontal again from one poll to another
but this time she weaved it making a rope web for her slave to lay against;
And feel her power.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Novel Idea 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-novel-idea-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-novel-idea-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="novel_idea2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Novel Idea 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Novel Idea - Part
3
by Tied2achair
A Novel Idea 3 by Tied2achair
She walked down the steps with 5 six sided dice in her hand and a grin
on her face that stretched from ear to ear. She approached him with a calm
touch to his chest and a kiss on the cheek. She whispered into his ear,
“We are going to play a game my pet.” And with that she untied him from
her web and attached a pair of handcuffs to his wrists and then to the
floor, which he now lay helpless on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>