<?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>Leatherbelts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/leatherbelts/</link><description>Recent content in Leatherbelts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/leatherbelts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Elle &amp; the Old Farmhouse 2: Zipties</title><link>/stories/2010/06/16/elle-the-old-farmhouse-2-zipties/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/06/16/elle-the-old-farmhouse-2-zipties/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="elle_farmhouse.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;
Part 2: Zipties_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ellie was an attractive girl, 5’2” with a slim build, and sandy colored hair with a great smile.  She had been told she had a nice butt, but she already knew that.  She also had a very nice rack, not overly large, but well proportioned to her body.  She was just awakening to that highly charged world of sex that would soon consume her summer. That summer she lived with her grandparents who were gone most of the week, while grandpa received cancer treatments.  So Ellie was alone most of the time, and without a car for that matter.  She began to turn to sex, and specifically, self-bondage to entertain herself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Elle &amp; the Old Farmhouse 3: The Basement</title><link>/stories/2010/06/16/elle-the-old-farmhouse-3-the-basement/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/06/16/elle-the-old-farmhouse-3-the-basement/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="elle_farmhouse2.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;
Part 3: The Basement&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ellie found what she needed in the garage, an old broom and a chunk of cedar 2x8. Using grandpa’s band saw and sander, she fashioned a crude saddle from the 2x8 and drilled a hole in the saddle for a chunk of broom stick to sit. This was a trial and error activity, but pretty soon, she had created a wooden Sybian. She sanded it smooth and took it down into the basement with her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Elle &amp; the Old Farmhouse</title><link>/stories/2009/11/06/elle-the-old-farmhouse/</link><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/11/06/elle-the-old-farmhouse/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Ellie was stuck, and she knew it right from the moment she slipped into her bonds.  Now naked, tightly tied up, and very horny, she was in a bit of a fix.  No rescue on the horizon, and even if there was a rescue, good God would that be embarrassing.  How had she gotten into this mess?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ellie was an attractive girl, 5’2” with a slim build, and sandy colored hair with a great smile.  She had been told she had a nice butt, but she already knew that.  She also had a very nice rack, not overly large, but well proportioned to her body. She had heard some guys call her a “spinner”, and only found out much later what it meant.  She was not sure she appreciated the rude comment, but the idea behind it intrigued her.  In fact she was just awakening to that highly charged world of sex that would soon consume her summer.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>