<?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>Madam on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/madam/</link><description>Recent content in Madam on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/madam/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Madam</title><link>/stories/2014/03/30/the-madam/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/30/the-madam/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A business friend introduced me to the - how should I say it politely - &amp;ldquo;massage parlor.&amp;rdquo; I visited twice, and enjoyed both times, but something was missing. Being bound, as I had often imagined but had never experienced, being too shy to introduce a subject which I thought might be taboo.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The girls furnished to me by the madam were both pretty and fairly good sexually, as I reported to the madam after the encounters and before I left. Then, gaining confidence from the friendly, understanding behavior of the mature but not really old madam, I hesitantly mentioned my need to be rigorously tied up, with all the trimmings - gag, blindfold, teasing tortures.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>