<?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>MF+-Mmff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mf-mmff/</link><description>Recent content in MF+-Mmff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mf-mmff/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>B &amp; D Fun at the Bondage Club</title><link>/stories/2004/01/24/b-d-fun-at-the-bondage-club/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/24/b-d-fun-at-the-bondage-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bd_fun.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B &amp;amp; D Fun at the Bondage Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A short meeting to take care of club business was now over and it was
time to draw the first envelope from the bondage ideas submitted by the
club members. It seemed the members had displayed real imagination so far
as the last meeting was concerned. The person who submitted the winning
idea for the first bondage session this week was Erica. She read her idea
aloud to the other people gathered for this Saturday&amp;rsquo;s meeting. In all,
there were seven couples attending.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>B &amp; D Fun at the Bondage Club</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/b-d-fun-at-the-bondage-club/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/b-d-fun-at-the-bondage-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a contest of both strength and determination by two of the four
participants. Betty and Janet were bound to separate floor-to-ceiling posts
located in the clubs&amp;rsquo; large bondage room. The posts were about four feet
apart. Their arms had been secured at their sides by wrist cuffs attached
to separate leather restraints locked onto each of their thighs. Ankle
restraints held their feet closely together and these were in turn strapped
tightly to their bondage posts.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tales From The Psych Ward 6: We Are Not Alone</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/tales-from-the-psych-ward-6-we-are-not-alone/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/tales-from-the-psych-ward-6-we-are-not-alone/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="talesfrompsychward5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tales From The Psych Ward 5: The Pony Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: We Are Not Alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pony prancing up the middle of the street naked resulted in me being sent back to in-house treatment until I was once again &amp;ldquo;no longer a threat to myself or others around me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dr. Henderson testified at the committal hearing. I&amp;rsquo;m not sure if he was for the defense or the prosecution. He explained that when I am in one of my states, I am not an overt threat to others or myself, but I am not aware of the reality around me. Thus, I could significantly injure myself or others. In his most expert-witness-called-to-testify voice, he explained to the judge, &amp;ldquo;During these episodes, he almost seems to be in his own personal reality.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>