<?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>Straijacket on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/straijacket/</link><description>Recent content in Straijacket on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/straijacket/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Gift for Katy</title><link>/stories/2019/03/01/a-gift-for-katy/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/01/a-gift-for-katy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I wanted to do something special for Katy as this was the 2nd time in our relationship I be celebrating her birthday (this one her 34th) with her as we’ve been together over two years now. A little back story on me I’ve been into bondage since I was 15 or 16. Also embraced spandex and pantyhose as part of the bondage sessions. I’ve had little success with lovers over the years being into it enthuastically. Or they would be outright refusing it as part of a relationship. Katy was different she was open to it and seemed to enjoy playing but really never embracing it (or so I mistakenly thought). We always practiced with safe words and consent of the other partner. So, I came up with an elaborate plan weeks before. It was for her to return home from work on her birthday to find me bound as her gift. Here’s the plan I had laid out and how it went somewhere I never thought it would.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institutionalised 3: A Close Shave</title><link>/stories/2017/10/07/institutionalised-3-a-close-shave/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/07/institutionalised-3-a-close-shave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="institutionalised2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: A Close Shave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They unbuckled me from the trolley, my legs cramping at first, and then they removed my straightjacket. I was hot and sweaty but oh, I was so relieved, although I knew something nasty was probably coming. They led me, unresisting to the gyn/ob chair and quickly strapped me in, rubber straps being pulled tight at my ankles, knees, thighs, waist, above my breasts, then at biceps and wrists. When they were finished I could only move my head. I was naked except for my mask, and for that I was relieved. And I could still taste and smell all the juices of the women, and Dr. Mann’s sperm on me. Yes, it was quite a cocktail to savour all right.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Wench for a Weekend</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/wench-for-a-weekend/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/wench-for-a-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’d been talking to him for a few months over the computer. I
don&amp;rsquo;t know if he ever told me his name. If so, I had long forgotten
it. I now knew him only as &amp;ldquo;Master&amp;rdquo;, and preferred it that way.
He asked me what I wanted to be called, and I chose &amp;ldquo;Wench&amp;rdquo; - more creative
than &amp;ldquo;slave&amp;rdquo;, and I sure would serve him like a serving wench would. This
wasn&amp;rsquo;t exactly a &amp;ldquo;normal&amp;rdquo; relationship, even as dom/subs go. He was
married to another woman - his &amp;ldquo;Mistress&amp;rdquo;. His problem was, with
their different work schedules, the few times they got to spend together,
she wanted to be in control - he is a switch, and needed an escape for
his dominant half. That&amp;rsquo;s where I fit in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>