<?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>Rings on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/rings/</link><description>Recent content in Rings 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/rings/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Permanent?</title><link>/stories/2018/06/06/permanent/</link><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/06/06/permanent/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mary and John had been together for almost a year, both had found early on that they shared a passion for bondage especially chastity and corsets. Mary had been wearing corsets since she was very young and had continued to wear them twenty four seven to this day. Chastity had been something she had found in her twenties and experimented with until she found the perfect whole body chastity suit that she wore on top of her corsets often for months at a time while the service held her keys.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Burglar</title><link>/stories/2002/03/11/the-burglar/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/03/11/the-burglar/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The story below came about after I was burgled a week ago,
fortunately I had for once remembered to set the alarm before I left,
and the police arrived before the dear little turd managed to make his
get away with a video recorder, DVD plus a few other thing’s including
a pair of leg irons that I must admit took a little explaining to the officer
who took my statement, I think I convinced him that I had collected
them as a curiosity to hang on the wall, Any way I thought up this
story as perhaps my way of dealing with the criminal types, Or do
you think I was too hard on him.
I wish to thank my friend john for allowing me to try some of the idea’s
in this story on him to see if they really worked Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
they did&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Flatmates</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/flatmates/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/flatmates/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;You are alone in the flat, naked. You are sitting at the bottom of the
large bed, ready to begin. For long you have prepared for this adventure,
making sure that you will be alone, secretly collecting the equipment hidden
in your room and concealing your preparations. The ceiling fixtures are
normally used to hang decorations, and nobody has remarked on their unusual
positioning. The bed was more difficult, but a cover conceals the fittings
from the casual eye. It was hardest to conceal your rings from the interested
eyes of your flatmates, but normally you wear other, less obtrusive jewellery,
so you are sure they do not suspect, even though it is hard to conceal
such things from two young, attractive and obviously very interested men.
They will certainly not need that kind of encouragement.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>