<?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>Choker on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/choker/</link><description>Recent content in Choker on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 15 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/choker/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>New Experience</title><link>/stories/2017/05/15/new-experience/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/15/new-experience/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Oh my God! What I have done?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I never imagine things turn so weird!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why I have to open my big mouth?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Did I really regret what I did?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There&amp;rsquo;s really no turning back now, I guess?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now I&amp;rsquo;m sitting here, in the middle of the living room, exhausted, sweaty and very, very aroused for something I never imagine could turn me on in such ways.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Forced to wait for him while I&amp;rsquo;m tightly bound with so many ropes all over my body and so securely gagged with this damn gag that keep me drooling so badly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Crate</title><link>/stories/2009/09/04/the-crate/</link><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/04/the-crate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="the_crate2.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: Tight &amp;amp; Tidy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maryann got home that night really concerned. Not only about Robin but she felt a real jealousy about Ed in Robin&amp;rsquo;s relationship. She thought she knew exactly what Robin was feeling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just about then the phone rang.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Maryann it&amp;rsquo;s me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes Sir.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I feel like having a nice dinner and I want my sub on my arm.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes Sir!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Crate</title><link>/stories/2009/03/01/the-crate/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/03/01/the-crate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="the_crate.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: The Package&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had been two days since Ed left. And Maryann found herself in totally perplexed. All she knew is that when he got back he would find her wanting and willing to be his any way he want it. She spent most of the time wandering between her house and his. Her attire had become a combination of stylish skirts and blouses along with at least 4 inch heels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>