<?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>Clips on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/clips/</link><description>Recent content in Clips on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/clips/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Self Bondage &amp; Rubber Bands!</title><link>/stories/2009/02/26/self-bondage-rubber-bands/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/02/26/self-bondage-rubber-bands/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Several days ago, acting upon suggestion, I stopped at the local office supply store and picked up several bags of rubber bands in varying lengths and widths and a ball of extra-strong nylon packing twine. Arriving home I started preparing for my next ordeal. (Preparation and anticipation is half the fun!)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First I dug out a box of dual-end snap-clips that I had purchased at a flea market. They&amp;rsquo;ve really come in &amp;lsquo;handy&amp;rsquo; in my bondage play. (I wish I knew what they were called. I call them dog-clips because they remind me of the clips you find on dog leashes.) Next I stripped and put on my Bondage belt. This belt is about 3 inches wide and has D-rings attached at strategic locations . Then I tied some twine to two of the dog-clips and snapped them to the buckle and the D-ring in back. I adjusted the length of twine so that it was R-E-A-L-L-Y snug between the cheeks of my bum and along the length of my slit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Helen's Journey 2: Therapy Begins</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/helens-journey-2-therapy-begins/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/helens-journey-2-therapy-begins/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="helensjourney.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helen&amp;rsquo;s Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Therapy Begins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Nervous?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Terrified, actually.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bradley Scott nodded, gesturing toward a chair placed next to his door. “You know,” he said softly, “we don’t have to do this.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Helen Adler sighed softly as she slowly took a seat, her eyes measuring the distance between her chair and the one Brad now occupied on the other side of the room. Seemingly satisfied with what she saw, she shook her head. “Yes,” she said softly, “we do.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Helen's Journey 3: More Therapy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/helens-journey-3-more-therapy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/helens-journey-3-more-therapy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="helensjourney2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helen&amp;rsquo;s Journey 2: Therapy Begins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: More Therapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Does it have to be behind my back?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Helen Adler craned her neck, struggling to watch as Bradley Scott connected the cuffs encircling her wrists. Satisfied that her wrists were securely restrained, he moved to stand in front of her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Something wrong?” he asked softly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“This is how he had me tied,” Helen responded, a slight catch in her voice.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>