<?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>Headcage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/headcage/</link><description>Recent content in Headcage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/headcage/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sally's Subject</title><link>/stories/2024/10/12/sallys-subject/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/12/sallys-subject/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="sallys-subject-i-dungeon-visit"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally’s Subject I: Dungeon Visit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="the-dungeon-visit"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dungeon Visit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The click when the head cage closed and locked around his neck sent a thrill down Denny’s spine. There was a certain finality in the sound, a sense his helplessness was now complete. Through the wire mesh stretched over the steel frame that now enclosed his head he could see the slightest of smiles on Mistress Edith’s lips. &lt;em&gt;She’s in charge now, she knows it, and there’s nothing I can do about it.&lt;/em&gt; With that thought in mind he could already feel the stresses of the day draining away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Student and the Soldier</title><link>/stories/2019/03/14/the-student-and-the-soldier/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/14/the-student-and-the-soldier/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="studentandthesoldier11.html"&gt;part eleven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-12"&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could have made her wait but as she had taken the crop well I let her enter quickly. You couldn&amp;rsquo;t really call it punishment as we both knew she hadn&amp;rsquo;t done anything wrong to earn it. Suzi entered and I told her to turn and face the door. She did as asked and I placed a blindfold over her eyes. I wanted to put her into the main thing before she saw it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Drive</title><link>/stories/2018/06/14/the-drive/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/06/14/the-drive/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As the car sputtered and died she was able to get into the driveway just out of the road. Mary had decided to go for a drive while she indulged in her favorite past time of self bondage and now she was stuck out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. Mary was wearing a boned leather half hood neck corset that had a large leather phallus filling her mouth a tight black latex hobble dress with a corset matching the hood laced tight enough to make her large breasts push against the rubber trying to hold them in and showing her aroused nipples with each gasp. The knee high ballet boots were laced tight over the latex leggings holding her twin vibrators deep inside her, the ankle and wrist cuffs were like everything else locked on and the keys were at home god knows how many miles away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It’s just coffee isn’t it or IS it</title><link>/stories/2016/07/27/its-just-coffee-isnt-it-or-is-it/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/27/its-just-coffee-isnt-it-or-is-it/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;So here I am bound in and to a vertical cage barely big enough for my plus size body trapped behind 3 master locks in a vertical cage, prisoner transport chains on my wrist, ankles, neck and waist, gagged with a head cage on holding a very well inflated butterfly gag in place, my cuffed ankles locked to the floor of the cage . My cock standing out from the vertical cage bouncing wantingly in the air desperately wanting to cum, stripped of my clothing in a strange man’s house with no one knowing I am here. Rule #1 broken… this is a recount of true events, well mostly true with a little license for creativity embellishing the facts for hopefully a more pleasurable read. And my first attempt at story writing.. But before I get started perhaps a little background into how this all came about. Names altered for privacy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Behind the Closed Door</title><link>/stories/2007/07/02/behind-the-closed-door/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/07/02/behind-the-closed-door/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Debbie, OPEN THE DOOR!” Sue hammered on the door as the rain lashed onto her bare shoulders, drenching the skimpy cocktail dress that was all she had on. “I know you’re in there, I’ve seen your shadow on the curtains. You’ve got to let me in, I’ve nowhere else to go”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was a rattling from behind the door and it opened to a tiny crack. Sue could just see Debbie’s face.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>