<?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>Hypnosis on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/hypnosis/</link><description>Recent content in Hypnosis on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/hypnosis/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Hypnotically Bound 3</title><link>/stories/2003/05/29/hypnotically-bound-3/</link><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/05/29/hypnotically-bound-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hypnotically Bound&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Part 3
by John Roper
Hypnotically Bound 3 by John Roper 
Susan&amp;rsquo;s two-block walk to Moon&amp;rsquo;s dry cleaning establishment gave her
time to unwind, something she had not been able to do since meeting John.
Her gait was slow and deliberately casual, as if what she was about to
experience happened all the time- a subtle sign she did not take lightly,
given the addictive nature of her premier adventure into the fun world
of hypnotic bondage and discipline.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The closer Susan got to Moon&amp;rsquo;s Dry Cleaners, the hornier she got, knowing
full well that she had agreed to a photo session that would last an hour,
and that she would allow herself to be bound, chained, whatever, by a man
with whom she hadn&amp;rsquo;t shared more than four minutes at a time of get-acquainted
conversation.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hypnotically Bound 2</title><link>/stories/2003/05/05/hypnotically-bound-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/05/05/hypnotically-bound-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hypnotically Bound&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Part 2
by John Roper
Hypnotically Bound by John Roper&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;John&amp;rsquo;s disoriented surprise was classic. But it didn&amp;rsquo;t take long to
figure out what had happened after hanging up on Joan. &amp;lsquo;This game of hers
is beginning to get way out of hand.&amp;rsquo;
The sight of Susan&amp;rsquo;s writhing attempts to escape her undies gave him
a 45 second erection, and a will to immediately grind it into the bed.
But being the gentleman he was, the man his former captive had chosen to
be her first bondage Dom fought off the ever-insisting urge to satisfy
himself. All he could do was watch her stare at him hungrily as she tried
to get a handle on her panties with the bedroom doorknob. There were no
words to speak, only the silent vocabulary of supercharged eye contact
and the sensually impossible body language of two, inescapably bound strangers
desperately doing their excruciating best to satisfy both of their way-overdue
expectations.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hypnotically Bound</title><link>/stories/2003/04/09/hypnotically-bound/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/04/09/hypnotically-bound/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hypnotically Bound
by John Roper
Hypnotically Bound by John Roper&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Being blond and beautiful would have been a difficult enough social
cross to bear for Susan. Having an outrageous figure made the visual burden
that much more complex, making any kind of public appearance an exercise
in extreme self-consciousness. Add to this mixed-blessing-dilemma the psychological
wrinkle of a B/D-kinky nature, and what we had here was a woman who&amp;rsquo;d waited
too long and hard for her one-and-only to come along.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>David's Latex Submission</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/davids-latex-submission/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/davids-latex-submission/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;David&amp;rsquo;s Latex Submission by &lt;a href="mailto:angelique93@hotmail.com"&gt;angelique93@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Beth had finally had enough. Slowly rising on this particularly gloomy
Friday morning, she decided that her husband David had neglected her for
the last time. At one time, David had been an exciting companion to this
energetic, tall brunette - and a marvelous lover. He was always trying
out new ideas in the bedroom, wanting to please Beth as much or more as
she was pleasing him. He always was attentive to Beth&amp;rsquo;s needs and wishes,
both in and out of the bedroom. He used to be very affectionate, and a
hopeless romantic - never anything too elaborate, but always giving Beth
some trinket or kind gesture, even if it was only a big bear hug!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>