<?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>Torquemaster on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/torquemaster/</link><description>Recent content in Torquemaster on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/torquemaster/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Dinner Date</title><link>/stories/2017/05/07/the-dinner-date/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/07/the-dinner-date/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Never did the term “Opposites Attract” apply more than it did to Vicki Kane and Mandy Moore.  The 2 girls met while in training for the FBI’s cadet program. Both had a strong interest in law enforcement but each had very different reasons for being where they were now.  Vicki was a tall slender but shapely brunette raised in the Midwest. She was 3rd generation law enforcement and came loaded with a full set full of conservative values and her fathers solid work ethic. Mandy was California born and raised.  A blue eyed, busty blond with a body and an attitude that looked like it just stepped off of Rodeo drive in Hollywood.  Despite their differences they both saw their opportunity at the FBI as a chance to make a difference in the world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It takes more than Courage</title><link>/stories/2010/08/29/it-takes-more-than-courage/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/08/29/it-takes-more-than-courage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The “Ding” of the elevator bell announcing the cars arrival on the third floor shook Carrie out of her trance. So dazed was she by the maze of thoughts and feelings rushing through her brain she didn’t even remember what she had been day dreaming about. She looked down at the note on the piece of paper Mark had left in her mail box. It was a full page of instructions. She read the room number, 315. She didn’t need that information though. She had been here before. She knew the room well. She had even called it “Their room” even though she knew it belonged to the hotel she felt like it belonged to them because of the “special” things they had done there. Tonight would go well beyond the bondage games they had experimented with in the past. Tonight would be her graduation night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Nosey Babysitter</title><link>/stories/2009/12/28/the-nosey-babysitter/</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/12/28/the-nosey-babysitter/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was finally Saturday night and Craig and his lovely wife Sue were anxiously looking forward to going out on the town. Since Sue had started her new job things had been rough for the young couple. Just eight months ago they had been blessed with their first child. Little Dale was the perfect little baby and fortunately for the newly wed couple usually slept thru the night. Craig worked nights so he took care of little Dale during the day and Sue shared the chores at night. Unfortunately their jobs also meant that the couple had little time for themselves which was especially trying since the young couple had enjoyed a very active and &amp;ldquo;kinky&amp;rdquo; sex life before the baby.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Connie’s Gift</title><link>/stories/2007/11/22/connies-gift/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/22/connies-gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Grand Prize winner of the &amp;lsquo;Script your own Video&amp;rsquo; Contest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Connie had been married twice before. Once, she married for young love, and the second time for security. Both marriages brought neither. Both husbands lacked the same basic skill that Connie was negligent in herself, communication. She was too shy and embarrassed to explain to each poor, suffering man that the reason their sex life was so boring was because she wanted something more. She wanted to be dominated, and controlled. She wanted to be bound so her real inhibitions could be set free. But that never happened. Both men felt their love problems were their own faults. Both men were good men, but both men left the marriage guilt riddled, feeling that they had failed her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Road Trip Tease</title><link>/stories/2006/10/26/road-trip-tease/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/26/road-trip-tease/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jackie and
I had made plans to go to Amish country for the weekend together. We had dated
several times and been intimate. We talked a great deal about our mutual love
for bondage but had only used handcuffs a couple of times. Nothing heavy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had
booked a resort hotel in the country. Very beautiful in the fall of the year.
Lots of culture, scenery and a relaxing atmosphere. We were leaving from work
at noon on Thursday. I drove her to work to save the hassle of 2 cars. She
left her quite large and heavy suitcase in my car.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Halloween Costume</title><link>/stories/2006/10/26/the-halloween-costume/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/26/the-halloween-costume/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jackie and I had been dating for a few months now and bondage had become an
almost normal part of our routine if anything about a woman who loves sex
with her legs suspended from the ceiling with chains can be called normal.
We had begun to talk frequently about doing something “Adventurous” Jackie
loved to be surprised so she asked me.. no she challenged me to surprise
her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Halloween was approaching and we were both invited to a rather special
costume party and both being Star Wars fans and bondage fans the choice of
costumes was obvious.  I was going in a purchased Darth Vader outfit and
Jackie was going as Slave Leia.   Jackie’s sister had a very realistic harem
outfit that the 2 girls modified with metal flake and gold material to make
it quite close to the Star Wars slave girl costume Leia wore in episode 6
when she had been captured by Jabba the Hut.   I have a friend, Tom who
makes custom medieval bondage shackles.  Together we made a gold collar like
the pictures I found on the internet.  ( Did you know there is a website
devoted just to Slave Leia?)  This was a fetish club party and bondage gear
was common but nudity was frowned upon.  Jackie knew this and expected to be
in bondage of some sort most of the night. 
 
We arrived ( Tom and I ) to pick up Jackie.  She was surprised to see him
but knew him and knew he was making the collar which she was very
enthusiastic to wear.  She told us she was tingling just thinking about it. 
&amp;ldquo;Are you sure the tingling isn’t for some other reason?&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>