<?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>Ballet-Boots on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/ballet-boots/</link><description>Recent content in Ballet-Boots on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/ballet-boots/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>How Long?</title><link>/stories/2018/04/30/how-long/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/30/how-long/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lisa grunts as she feels the first strap being tightened on her new gag. She had assisted in designing it but was not allowed to see the end result of their hard work. She knows like the arm sleeve she has been wearing for the last three weeks that whatever length of time that is on the little piece of paper she had drawn out of the bowl is how long she will have to endure the new gag. Lisa’s arms twist inside the tight arm binder as the second strap is tightened, the feelings she experiences as her head is clamped tighter are mixed. She loves being gagged the feeling of being unable to communicate excites her immensely but her minds is screaming “Stop this now!” It’s the same internal debate she has with herself every time she agrees, begs, for long term bondage. Lisa knows she will have a certain amount of pain as the days wear on but she also knows she will have more of the frustratingly blissful days of helplessness to compensate her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>