<?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>Humiliation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/humiliation/</link><description>Recent content in Humiliation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/humiliation/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Flight Security</title><link>/stories/2003/01/10/flight-security/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/01/10/flight-security/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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Flight Security
by Margaret B
Suggested by lillian&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That bitch is queer!  She enjoyed every second from seeing me take
off my shoes to using that light to look up my pussy.  This was the
first time I’ve flown since Master Rick put the rings in and I didn’t think. 
I just did not think that two small rings in my pussy lips hooked by a
mailbox lock would set off the metal detector.  Shit, was I wrong! 
As I stood in line, I realized the rings and lock might set off an alarm,
but I hoped panties, pantyhose, skirt, and holding my legs together would
be enough.  Being pulled out of line and going through the whole routine
with the wand was bad enough, but then I was taken by a female security
agent to a private room.  I felt like every eye was on me and I knew
where those eyes were looking, right at my crotch.  Another woman
sitting at a desk in the small, clean, and brightly lit room told me what
the law required and asked me to sign a form acknowledging my consent. 
“Please place all your belongings on the table and remove all your clothing”,
the statement was short, tactful, and embarrassing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Torment of a Bad Boy</title><link>/stories/2002/10/22/torment-of-a-bad-boy/</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/10/22/torment-of-a-bad-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8 
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Torment of a Bad
Boy
by Texvector
Torment of a Bad Boy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well this is going to be the first time that I have posted a story here
or anywhere else.  Into the typical beginning, my name is Michael,
I&amp;rsquo;m 23 and I am a full time student at Texas A&amp;amp;M in College Station,
Texas.  I&amp;rsquo;m 6'1&amp;quot; tall, 195 lbs., short dusty blonde hair, and have
been into bondage, self-bondage, and virtually every other fetish since
I was about 14.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dana's Revenge Pt2</title><link>/stories/2002/06/25/danas-revenge-pt2/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/06/25/danas-revenge-pt2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="danas_revenge.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dana&amp;rsquo;s Revenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_&lt;a href="danas_revenge.html"&gt;Dana&amp;rsquo;s Revenge -Part 1&lt;/a&gt;
Dana&amp;rsquo;s Revenge Part
2
by Tweak&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Dana left the room after releasing my bonds I quickly jumped up and
rubbed my sore ass. I also removed the butt plug which was killing me.
I knew that the clock was running and I didn&amp;rsquo;t have much time. I hurriedly
pulled on a pair of jeans and socks to cover up the pantyhose I was wearing.
I took off the bra put on a shirt and headed out the door with little time
to spare. Dana was waiting for me in the car.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>