<?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>Spread-Eagle on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/spread-eagle/</link><description>Recent content in Spread-Eagle 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/spread-eagle/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Darcy's Ghost</title><link>/stories/2021/11/25/darcys-ghost/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/25/darcys-ghost/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4-till-death-do-us-part"&gt;Part 4: Till Death Do Us Part&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alexis woke with a start. She saw immediately that she was in her own bedroom. But that was where the normalcy ended.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A muzzle gag was strapped across her mouth. She could feel the hard ball on the inside of it between her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the leather straps that ran up either side of her nose and over her head. Alexis tried pushing the ball out with her tongue but it was strapped in tight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Serene Sisters of Sibyl</title><link>/stories/2020/10/28/serene-sisters-of-sibyl/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/28/serene-sisters-of-sibyl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Laura Broderick was named for her mother. Most Americans wouldn’t recognize that because her mother’s name was Lowri. But if you were from Wales or knew any Welsh history, you would recognize that Lowri and Laura were the same name. Names aside, there was no doubt that Lowri and Laura were mother and daughter. Both had the very fair, burn-red-in-the-sun pale skin common of someone with Celtic heritage as well as pale green eyes, and reddish-orange hair. According to her father, Thomas Broderick, Laura also shared her mother’s temper and determination.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Grandma's House</title><link>/stories/2019/01/12/grandmas-house/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/12/grandmas-house/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="grandmashouse5.html"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-six"&gt;Chapter Six&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Handcuffs.
Ball gags x2
Rope of 3 different types.
Gaffer tape.
Nipple clamps.
Hoods x2
Dildos of various lengths etc 4
Butt plugs x3 including 1 electro.
Tens unit.
Whip
Straps x6
Leather harnesses x2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sounds like a rape kit, but no this is all what you have to take on holiday if you are going with Claire. That’s also why we can only go in the UK if we are intending to play. Anyway being a master and film producer is not easy. I mean for god’s sake the pressure to come up with new story lines and different styles of bondage are to be honest so hard. Yes I know not a good reason to moan but it adds to the pressure to entertain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hot and Cold</title><link>/stories/2018/01/27/hot-and-cold/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/27/hot-and-cold/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It’s nearly dark outside, but still very warm. It had been the perfect day, sunny and hot with low humidity, making tonight the perfect night for the predicament bondage I’ve been planning for weeks. I had turned off the air conditioner earlier, and left the windows open while I prepared, so the bedroom is nice and warm. The fans turning slowly at the top of the high, peaked ceiling and a light evening breeze coming through the windows will keep the room from becoming too uncomfortable, and the heat will provide the ideal contrast to the torment I have planned! I drink some more water because I know I will be sweating in a few minutes!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Scary Selfbondage Mistake</title><link>/stories/2017/08/06/my-scary-selfbondage-mistake/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/08/06/my-scary-selfbondage-mistake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One summer night not too long ago, I endulged myself in a self bondage session in my back yard. As I do this very often, I was very experienced and had become over confident in my kinky habit. Normally I would plan my session and test that everything goes to plan, hopefully, and then proceed to actually lock myself into my predicament.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You should know, every story I post on here is 100% true unless stated otherwise. This is one of those true stories I have to tell that I almost didn&amp;rsquo;t get to tell.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Free Shipping</title><link>/stories/2016/10/12/free-shipping/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/10/12/free-shipping/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“One more day and we’re on vacation, I can’t wait to leave.” Vicky said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I can’t wait to get there, traveling with you is no vacation.” Kelly said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I didn’t complain last year.” Vicky said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You did get a little ruffled in the hotel.” Kelly said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I could have gone to lunch, that was just mean.” Vicky said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So will you be traveling as luggage again? I’ll bring my lumbar belt this time.” Kelly said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Taken for a Ride</title><link>/stories/2002/01/07/taken-for-a-ride/</link><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/01/07/taken-for-a-ride/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Are you going to actually walk in those?” Asked Lyle. His face lit
by the light of the computer screen showing a leering smile on his face.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes.” Said Lilly as she tottered on a pair of extremely high-heeled
boots. Ballet boot they where called. Lyle could not help stare at how
the thigh high boots shaped his wife legs. Her entire body was being supported
on two square inches of foot support. She was slowly become the woman of
his most deepest desires.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leather and Steel</title><link>/stories/2001/04/01/leather-and-steel/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/04/01/leather-and-steel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leather and Steel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The club was called the Lab and it sat out in the industrial area of
town. It was supposed to play alternative rock so the location fit. I hadn&amp;rsquo;t
heard much about it, but decided to check it out on ladies night. I had
hopes that I might meet someone a little &amp;ldquo;rough&amp;rdquo;. That black leather and
chain crowd always gives me hope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I walked in and found it to be quite dark. There wasn&amp;rsquo;t a real big crowd,
but the night was still somewhat young. I walked over to the bar, trying
to look like my meek self, and ordered a dark draft. Somehow it fit the
occasion, dark and a little rough. There seemed to be an almost physical
dividing line set up towards the darker side of the club, so naturally
I wandered over that way. I didn&amp;rsquo;t notice when I first came in, but now,
after my sight adjusted, I could see a small crowd of several leather clad
women. There were a couple of guys in the background, so I hoped that they
weren&amp;rsquo;t all gay.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Friends</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/friends/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/friends/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mary took another sip of her coffee and waited
for her friend to continue. &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know what to do any more,&amp;rdquo; Aki said,
&amp;ldquo;Allan just doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem to be interested anymore.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The blond Mary looked
at her distraut friend, her small asian features, trim waist, and tight
body. Poor Aki had the cutest little pout on her heart shaped face. It
nearly broke the taller womans heart just looking at her. &amp;ldquo;I have an idea,&amp;rdquo;
Mary said, &amp;ldquo;but you&amp;rsquo;ll think I&amp;rsquo;m crazy.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Medieval Dungeon Party Part 2: The Nun's Fate</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/medieval-dungeon-party-part-2-the-nuns-fate/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/medieval-dungeon-party-part-2-the-nuns-fate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="medieval_dungeon.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medieval Dungeon Party Part 1: Punishment for a Sinful Wench&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Nun&amp;rsquo;s Fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I told you about what happened to me at our Medieval Bondage Party I promised to tell you about some of the things that happened to other people on that memorable night. Here is what happened to Rachel who arrived at the party dressed as a nun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel was the life and soul of any party. She always said that fat people were happy people – and she was a fat person! Rising no more than 5ft 4 above the floorboards she tipped the scales at about 170lb. She claimed that with her figure she would never need a car fitted with air bags! On the night of the party she breezed in dressed as a nun complete with the full headdress (including a wimple), the crucifix and the rosary beads. Questioned on her choice of dress she said that a nun’s habit was the only dress that did justice to her figure other than a bell tent. When she saw the rack at the end of the room her eyes lit up, “That’s just what I need. If you could make me about a foot taller I would not have to diet!” So it was she became the next victim to be stretched out on our latest acquisition – a very medieval looking rack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>