<?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>Passout on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/passout/</link><description>Recent content in Passout on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/passout/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Olive Oyly</title><link>/stories/2019/01/15/olive-oyly/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/15/olive-oyly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non-consensual, Public Bondage, Public Humiliation, Public Shaving, Naked in Public, Public Sex, Public Spanking, Public Threesome, Mouth to Ass, Public Anal, Mouth to Cunt, Masturbation, Pain Slut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Olivia&amp;rsquo;s alter ego Oyly is released in a public performance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olivia Franklin awakes to find herself in a strange theater where she is forced to participate in an erotic performance involving humiliation, spanking, masturbation, and several other interesting sexual practices. At the end of the performance she is called upon to make what is perhaps the most important decision of her life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Melissa's Revenge</title><link>/stories/2016/07/27/melissas-revenge/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/27/melissas-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(N.B. This is a sequel to my earlier story “&lt;a href="https://selfbound.net/storieslr/melissasqualitytime.html"&gt;Melissa’s Quality Time&lt;/a&gt;”, which ideally should be read first)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Melissa peeped through the gap in the curtains, as the sound of a car coming to a halt outside reached her ears. It was getting dark outside now, and the movement-sensitive light in the apartment block’s car park had just activated to reveal the sight of Louisa’s Toyota Yaris pulling up in the space set aside for visitors. Melissa smiled as she watched Louisa open the driver’s door and get out into the gathering gloom of a chilly autumn evening.  “Tonight Louisa” she thought to herself “you’re going to get your come-uppance. And I’m going to take &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much pleasure from making you suffer for what you put me through.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>