<?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>Email on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/email/</link><description>Recent content in Email on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 27 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/email/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Setting my Own Trap 2</title><link>/stories/2018/01/27/setting-my-own-trap-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/27/setting-my-own-trap-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="settingmyowntrap.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So everything was set up. I did a quick double check of everything and made sure the ice release was set with the correct amount of ice for about 45 minutes as planned.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stripped out of my clothes and positioned myself onto the sybian in a kneeling position. First I took a length of rope and tied it around my left ankle with 2 long tails off the rope which I passed over my thighs and tied securely. I repeated the operation on my right leg making it impossible for me to rise from the machine.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Setting my Own Trap</title><link>/stories/2018/01/04/setting-my-own-trap/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/04/setting-my-own-trap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This all started to form as a plan when I was at work and overheard a sleazy colleague called Ross talking with someone about how he wished he lived in the days where if a secretary messed up he could throw her across a desk and give her ass a thrashing with a belt. He had been whispering, but I heard it and it got me thinking about being in the position of such a secretary - with some asshole like him having that kind of control over me. I imagined that I needed the job desperately, and would be in no position to argue. These thoughts really got me turned on, but there was no way to ever be in such a position and I knew deep down that the reality would certainly not be as pleasantly humiliating and degrading as the fantasy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Self Bound Challenge</title><link>/stories/2015/08/14/self-bound-challenge/</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/14/self-bound-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In order to have some dramatic tension, most every self-bondage story utilizes one of three plot points: Either the self-tied person cannot get themselves free, or they are discovered by someone, or some other disaster befalls them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wanted a challenge that did not involve any of those catastrophies. I decide that I would write Gromet one of my self-bondage stories, then attempt to send it while tied up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, with high heels. Blonde wig, makeup and jewelry converted me into Cynthia, the perfect authoress. I sat down and knocked out a simple story of a woman in bondage, and saved it to a thumb drive.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>