<?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>Bondage, Bdsm, Cons, XX on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/bondage-bdsm-cons-xx/</link><description>Recent content in Bondage, Bdsm, Cons, XX on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/bondage-bdsm-cons-xx/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Meeting Jenny</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/meeting-jenny/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/meeting-jenny/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meeting Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;
 by Toran&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part
One – The Trip Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was
wired.  The plane was cruising along, the subtle weave and bob of
flight having almost a calming effect.  I was everything but calm. 
The stewardess breezed past me and I distractedly wondered what her tight
little ass would look like with angry red welts criss-crossing it. 
I shook my head and went back to gazing out the window at the roof of clouds.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Meeting Jenny</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/meeting-jenny/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/meeting-jenny/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="meeting_jenny.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meeting Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;story&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meeting Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;
 by Toran&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part
Four – Pleasure Before Business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gentle
nudging, followed by soft moaning in my ear was how I woke to my last day
in Merry London town.  The dream I’d just left had my black haired
and bit-gagged Jenny chained to a stone pillar in the middle of a pyramid’s
tomb, naked except for the jeweled nipple clamps swinging from each breast
and the thin spiked collar around her neck.  Black asps were everywhere
and she frantically tried to kick them away from her toes and feet but
the chains on her ankles were too short.  I sat a distance back, wondering
just how long I could hold out with her helpless the way she was before
I would have to get to it and fuck her brains out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>