<?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>Whippycane on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/whippycane/</link><description>Recent content in Whippycane on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 22 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/whippycane/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Caught! A Painful Finale</title><link>/stories/2003/05/22/caught-a-painful-finale/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/05/22/caught-a-painful-finale/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A true
story for your self bondage page.&lt;/em&gt;
 
The following is a true story.
 
I have been a bondage lover for many years, but my current girlfriend
is very &amp;ldquo;vanilla&amp;rdquo;. To her, oral sex is verging on &amp;ldquo;kinky&amp;rdquo;, so, bondage
is totally out of the question, and never mentioned. We don&amp;rsquo;t even live
together, because it is &amp;ldquo;not right unless you are married&amp;rdquo; (her words)
 
However, I love the feeling of being tied up, and frequently indulge
in self bondage. I always tie myself the same way - lying on the bed on
my back, legs wide open, with my feet tied individually to either side
of the bedpost above my head. Then, my wrists handcuffed to the bedhead,
key in ice on a string, so it drops down exactly to the height of my hands.
 
Not being able to touch myself makes me incredibly horny, and as soon
as the ice melts &amp;amp; I&amp;rsquo;m free, I always make myself climax within seconds.
 
I don&amp;rsquo;t like the thought of a heavy caning, but a light spanking turns
me on.
 
Anyway, one afternoon I set out all my equipment, tied my legs wide
apart above my head, then with very light strokes, spanked my arse with
my leather paddle. Just enough to get me nice &amp;amp; hard, then I snapped
on the cuffs and fantasised about being teased by a leather-clad dominatrix.
 
Unfortunately, Caren, my girlfriend, who NEVER drops in un-announced,
decided to come over, as she was in the area. Her mobile phone battery
had died, so she didn&amp;rsquo;t ring first. My car was in the driveway, so she
knew I was home. I didn&amp;rsquo;t hear her knock on the door, so she presumed I
was in the back of the house &amp;amp; let herself in with the key that I had
once given her.
 
Suddenly my bedroom door opened. She screamed in shock. She was totally
convinced that someone had done this to me. Until I asked her to grab the
key from the still unmelted ice release string. Then the penny dropped
(unfortunately, the key didn&amp;rsquo;t)&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>