<?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>Socks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/socks/</link><description>Recent content in Socks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 03 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/socks/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Roommate’s Helping Hand 6: Paying the debt</title><link>/stories/2013/08/03/roommates-helping-hand-6-paying-the-debt/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/08/03/roommates-helping-hand-6-paying-the-debt/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="roommates_helpinghand5.html"&gt;part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: Paying the debt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was in for a big one. Halfway through our third year in college I lost a bet to my roommate. It was a pretty big bet. And I had been absolutely certain I would win. In fact, I had been so sure that I had agreed to his victory demand without even blinking. And then I lost.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My roommate was very magnanimous. And smug. He told me not to worry about anything. He would choose the clothing, taking my preferences into account, of course. He would come up with the bondage position, taking both of our preferences into account. And then I would have to perform my duty, to provide what he desired most.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roommate’s Helping Hand 5: Playing the odds</title><link>/stories/2012/02/18/roommates-helping-hand-5-playing-the-odds/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/02/18/roommates-helping-hand-5-playing-the-odds/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="roommates_helpinghand4.html"&gt;part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Playing the odds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was in for a big one. At the end of our third year in college my three roommates and I decided to go to Vegas for a weekend. In the run-up to the weekend some dealing had taken place. My roommate and I had made a bet about something unimportant. He had been so sure that he would win that he told me I could name whatever I wanted because he wouldn’t have to do it anyway. Except that he lost. I decided that I wanted to spend a full night in strict bondage at the next possible opportunity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roommate’s Helping Hand 4: Hardware Store</title><link>/stories/2012/01/16/roommates-helping-hand-4-hardware-store/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/01/16/roommates-helping-hand-4-hardware-store/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="roommates_helpinghand3.html"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Hardware Store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One ordinary Wednesday afternoon my roommate said he had forgotten to tell me but the guys of his choir would be coming over to our apartment for a one hour practice session. Their usual place was unavailable that week. He had told them that all of his roommates would not be home so they would not be disturbed. Our two other roommates were in fact gone for the rest of the week but I had school the next day and hadn’t planned on going anywhere. He assured me I didn’t have to go anywhere else but he did want to make sure I remained securely in my room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roommate’s Helping Hand 3</title><link>/stories/2011/12/19/roommates-helping-hand-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/19/roommates-helping-hand-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="roommates_helpinghand2.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi there, I’m Tommy and this is another story about one of the evenings I spent with my roommate. A little while after returning from the Christmas Holidays he and I discussed what we referred to as the Night before Christmas and I admitted I had been very impressed (and turned on) with the way he had used a sock as a sort of monoglove on my tied up arms. He then explained he had several more ideas he would be more than willing to show me. In exchange for another “liquid donation” off course.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>