<?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>Cuaght on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cuaght/</link><description>Recent content in Cuaght on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 09 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/cuaght/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jennifer's Trash</title><link>/stories/2017/05/09/jennifers-trash/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/09/jennifers-trash/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a side story to the trashy adventures of &lt;a href="../storiessz/trashyadventuresofdavidchristine.html"&gt;David and Christine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(This story is based on a fantasy our good friend malus infantia confessed to me and asked me to write. He seemed to have been quite inspired by our lovely trash queen, Jennifer. Hope you enjoy. - This story is told from the perspective of Jennifer.)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, yeah, she&amp;rsquo;s still here.&amp;rdquo; I&amp;rsquo;m sitting on my couch, my legs crossed as I talk on the phone to Christine. my slave, Rebecca, massages my feet. It had been a rather long day collecting garbage, and I didn&amp;rsquo;t get to play with any of it. At least I&amp;rsquo;ll be able to take my frustration out on my pretty little garbage slave.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Interview</title><link>/stories/2014/04/15/the-interview/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/15/the-interview/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a cold grey wet November morning at a quarter past eleven as I swung my Ford Mondeo into the car-park of The Criterion hotel in this midlands city. I had to attend an interview regarding a job position with a small company. The advert was placed for this position and I had been short-listed according to them after presenting my CV and my general personal details by email. I was now required to meet a Mr Davies who would be handling the meeting but I was running a little late due to an accident that held the traffic up as usual on the motorway.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Could be the Start of one of those Days</title><link>/stories/2006/12/23/could-be-the-start-of-one-of-those-days/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/23/could-be-the-start-of-one-of-those-days/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I for some reason have been into bondage in one form or another for most of my life, when I was a child and we used to play cowboys and Indians, I was always the one who was tied up as the prisoner. I got so good at escaping it became a sort of contest to see if any one could tie me up to see if I could not escape, and for some reason as I grew older I did not grow out of it but grew into it in a strange sort of way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Krissy Bound in Public</title><link>/stories/2006/05/18/krissy-bound-in-public/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/18/krissy-bound-in-public/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I have read a lot of stories about self bondage. I am pretty good at it
myself. Here is a true story.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My bondage fun started a long time ago, and to this day I get to enjoy it on
a regular basis. I decided to try some self bondage in public.
The fear of getting caught is a real thrill. Still I had not planned
on getting caught, but the possibility is always there! As I always want to be the damsel in distress and I do dress and pass as a
female in public I got this idea&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>