<?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>Elect on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/elect/</link><description>Recent content in Elect on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/elect/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Among The Missing 13</title><link>/stories/2007/12/19/among-the-missing-13/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/12/19/among-the-missing-13/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13 - Final&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ann had lost track of time and the number of orgasms that she had experienced.  She only knew that she was tired and that her body could not stand much more of this.  Her nipples, pussy and ass were sore from the pounding, stretching and shocks that they had received.  Then, she heard a noise.  Perhaps she was imagining things, perhaps she was so exhausted that she wanted to hear someone else.  Perhaps and then it stopped.  The pistons and shocks and everything else just stopped.  It took her a moment to realise this, as she was expecting something else and that this was only a pause while the frame switched onto another program of events.  But that was not the case and, moments later, relief flooded through her as she felt her bonds being undone and the intruders removed from her abused sex and ass.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Among The Missing 12</title><link>/stories/2007/12/10/among-the-missing-12/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/12/10/among-the-missing-12/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ann and Nicky chatted amiably as they sat in the cart trundling along the country roads.  The occasional grunt or sound that could have been a swear word escaped through the bridal that Dave the horse wore, which earned him a flick of the whip.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“He doesn’t seem very happy,” Ann observed with a righteous grin as she remembered herself in a similar position only the day before.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Happy Anniversary</title><link>/stories/2007/12/09/happy-anniversary/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/12/09/happy-anniversary/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Keeping marriage boredom from settling in after 35+ years is always fun and challenging. My husband, Techster, has always been a willing and fun subject for my erotic and bondage experiments. I enjoy seeing him helpless with his most private parts and that nicely shaped butt of his fully exposed for my pleasure (and his torment).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In honor of our anniversary (35+ years) I thought it would be fun to design and build a heavy all steel restraint system. This system would combine a collar with a spreader bar and a linking bar that would force him to stand and waddle/walk bent over so that nicely shaped butt is available for my viewing and torment. I started with the spreader bar his ankles would be kept 22 inches apart, that way he could waddle/walk, but only slowly. The cuffs of the spreader would be formed from 1/4-inch thick steel bar 2-inches wide.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>