<?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>FFFF-M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/ffff-m/</link><description>Recent content in FFFF-M on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/ffff-m/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Long Time Bound 3</title><link>/stories/2016/06/28/long-time-bound-3/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/28/long-time-bound-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="longtimebound2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The foundations of this tale are based on real events&amp;hellip;with a large helping of fantasy added for good measure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I won’t bore you with a long story about how I came to be bound that Friday evening. Suffice to say that  visits to see my rigger, Sarah, occurred on a frequent and regular basis, by which I mean maybe two or three times a week. On these occasions I would go to her house, have her tie me up, gag me and usually leave me that way for several hours while she watched television, did her housework or - very occasionally - went out for the night.  Although Sarah and I had had a brief fling together a couple of years previous to the incident that I am about to document, we weren’t in a relationship at this time. We were, however, still work colleagues, and my after-hours visits served to sate my appetite for being kept in tight, inescapable bondage. Sarah’s views on this arrangement hovered somewhere between fascination and indifference, and up to now I had never really sussed out her true feelings on the subject. But the fact that she was willing to help me live out my ‘kidnapped by a beautiful woman’ fantasies was all I needed at the time.  Simply being rendered helpless and left for an unknown length of time was something I’d always enjoyed experiencing, and the fact that I could now indulge in this pleasure every few days was all I really desired from our relationship.  And Sarah was quite willing to go along with my strange little games, provided that I didn’t take up too much of her time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Star is Born 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-star-is-born-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-star-is-born-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Note: After I wrote &lt;a href="astar_is_born.html"&gt;A Star Is Born&lt;/a&gt; I
received several emails from readers wanting Brian to get his just desserts
after what he had inflicted on Sue. So here is a (very short) vignette of
revenge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He
really should have known that the women, once they had got to know the full
story of Sue’s introduction into his fetish film business, wouldn’t just sit
back and accept it. Revenge
would be on their minds and he was naïve not to have anticipated this. And once
you get four girls together planning revenge, then look out. Frankly after what
he had put Sue through, even though she was in the throes of robbing him, he
pretty well deserved what was coming to him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Long Time Bound 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/long-time-bound-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/long-time-bound-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="longtimebound2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Time Bound 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The foundations of this tale are based on real events&amp;hellip;with a large helping of fantasy added for good measure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I won’t bore you with a long story about how I came to be bound that Friday evening. Suffice to say that  visits to see my rigger, Sarah, occurred on a frequent and regular basis, by which I mean maybe two or three times a week. On these occasions I would go to her house, have her tie me up, gag me and usually leave me that way for several hours while she watched television, did her housework or - very occasionally - went out for the night.  Although Sarah and I had had a brief fling together a couple of years previous to the incident that I am about to document, we weren’t in a relationship at this time. We were, however, still work colleagues, and my after-hours visits served to sate my appetite for being kept in tight, inescapable bondage. Sarah’s views on this arrangement hovered somewhere between fascination and indifference, and up to now I had never really sussed out her true feelings on the subject. But the fact that she was willing to help me live out my ‘kidnapped by a beautiful woman’ fantasies was all I needed at the time.  Simply being rendered helpless and left for an unknown length of time was something I’d always enjoyed experiencing, and the fact that I could now indulge in this pleasure every few days was all I really desired from our relationship.  And Sarah was quite willing to go along with my strange little games, provided that I didn’t take up too much of her time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>