<?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>Bdsm-Group on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/bdsm-group/</link><description>Recent content in Bdsm-Group on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/bdsm-group/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Packaged Bird</title><link>/stories/2015/12/21/packaged-bird/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/12/21/packaged-bird/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="packagedbird2.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: In the Trunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My life seemed to be changing fast; I was now seeing Gino on a regular basis, our romantic liaisons usually resulting in my body being tightly bound in some way or other, either the old classic spread-eagle on the bed; or hogtied, tightly trussed up and wriggling while he watched sport on television. I insisting that I would never watch a game even if he bound and gagged me, a challenge which he greatly accepted and the rope flew around my body, leaving a trussed up package on the floor, the gag in place to stop any complaints, not that there any from me now I was tightly bound.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Packaged Bird</title><link>/stories/2015/12/21/packaged-bird/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/12/21/packaged-bird/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’d recently moved into my apartment from inter-state, I had a new job, well a promotion to another branch of our company, so I left all of my friends and close contacts behind, so I had to start anew to make new friends. The apartment was the top floor of a house, the downstairs part occupied by the owner, who was quite a dish, I loved watching him working out in the garden from my bedroom window, usually him bare-chested and me with a hand shoved down my underwear.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>