<?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>Sexslave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sexslave/</link><description>Recent content in Sexslave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sexslave/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>K-Agent</title><link>/stories/2017/12/04/k-agent/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/04/k-agent/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mark Sorenson typed furiously, trying to complete the document prior to his 10:30 meeting. His subordinates kept trying to convince him that it would be faster if he simply dictated and let the computer do the work of getting it down into letters and words, but he was “old school”.  While voice recognition had come a long way he still preferred to do it himself.  “Old fashion” they call him.  That’s okay, at least he knows that what gets written was really what he wanted to say, and not what the computer thought it heard. He was proud of being ‘old fashion’ in other areas.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fetish.com 2</title><link>/stories/2016/08/25/fetish.com-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/08/25/fetish.com-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="fetishcom.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah couldn’t believe she was listening to her own extreme bondage fantasy as the car continued on. The boot was small and left her little room to struggle. She was bound by handcuffs around her wrist and ankles with a padlock joining the cuffs together in a hogtie. Leather straps kept her legs folded against itself as her movement was reduced by the bondage. A leather strap was also wrapped around her elbows. She was completely naked apart from the bondage equipment as she moaned into the gag. She had had duct tape looped around her head to cover her mouth. The bottom half of her face was silver thanks to the tape.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Flying into Her New Role</title><link>/stories/2015/03/20/flying-into-her-new-role/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/03/20/flying-into-her-new-role/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lucy finally threw off her sheets as she fumbled for the alarm that was beeping next to her, bleary eyed she hit the off button harder than intended. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she looked round trying to remember why she was still tired, looking down she noticed she had skipped her night clothes, the final tell tale was a slight buzzing from under her duvet. Feeling around she pulled out the now worn out vibrator shed enjoyed late last night, so good she’d orgasmed and passed out. With no one to switch it off the batteries must have worn out. She smiled and headed to the bathroom. She had intended simply to clean her toy and herself then catch up on some work before heading out, but looking at the toy she decided she could manage in her work time to catch up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Penelope Takes Over</title><link>/stories/2015/03/12/penelope-takes-over/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/03/12/penelope-takes-over/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Victor walked along the dark Parisian street. As a budding (but successful) artist, he had come to Paris with the romantic idea that he would draw girls as they stripped in the clubs. He thought that although he was sure that cameras would be unacceptable, no-one would object to some discreet sketching with pencil and paper.  He had found an address of a less ‘touristy’ strip club but it was eluding him. In front of him, an old woman stood in a doorway. He paused.  “Strip club?” he enquired. “Troisièmeàdroite.” she growled without looking at him. He went on without thanking her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bound for Trouble</title><link>/stories/2003/10/30/bound-for-trouble/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/10/30/bound-for-trouble/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was Monday morning and my husband was preparing for a business trip
away interstate, he&amp;rsquo;d be away for the week returning on Friday afternoon.
We&amp;rsquo;d spent the weekend tying each other up and exploring each other&amp;rsquo;s body
with our mouths and to our great delight we had enjoyed several orgasms
each over the weekend, finding new and different ways of binding each other.
Now Monday morning beckoned and as he prepared himself I busied myself
in the kitchen with breakfast and after a hurried meal he left for the
airport promising that we would have a very special time next weekend as
it was the anniversary of our first bondage session over 3 years ago.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jenny's Delight</title><link>/stories/2003/09/05/jennys-delight/</link><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/09/05/jennys-delight/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;After an evening at home entertaining, Jenny discovers the joys of mummification,
but gets more than she bargained for when things start to go wrong&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Jenny&amp;rsquo;s Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi, my name&amp;rsquo;s Jenny and my introduction to the
joys of mummification bondage started when my husband, John invited his
friend Mike over for the evening. We’d had a few drinks and talked a lot,
mostly about Mike and his recent marriage break-up. He kept saying that
his wife, Sally had changed but wouldn’t go into any details. We had a
few more drinks and decided to go inside and watch a video. While I got
some food together, John sorted out the video we were going to see, grabbing
some nibbles I walked into the lounge and placed the food down on the coffee
table in front of Mike. John then turned the video on and we watched the
film, it wasn’t has good as we’d thought it would be, so we decided to
change it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>