<?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>Tazer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/tazer/</link><description>Recent content in Tazer 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/tazer/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2024/02/11/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/02/11/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="17-best-catburglarkidnapper-ever-iv"&gt;17: Best Catburglar/Kidnapper Ever IV&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Rest well, Boot, we&amp;rsquo;ll continue after the weekend. Don&amp;rsquo;t think I&amp;rsquo;ll grant you any slack!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Never expected it, sir!&amp;rdquo; said Caitlyn to her instructor, Officer Ruiz. He had a tough exterior, but he was an excellent teacher. After her abduction, he had taken Caitlyn under his wing and made it clear right from the start that he would treat her just like all the other rookies before her. Just like Caitlyn wanted. She didn&amp;rsquo;t want any special treatment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ever Increasing Bondage 9</title><link>/stories/2015/12/15/ever-increasing-bondage-9/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/12/15/ever-increasing-bondage-9/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="everincreasingbondage8.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever Increasing Bondage 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lady Hazel Paine strolled slowly across the cellar floor and began climbing the steps back to the outside world, leaving Lauren feeling chilled to the bone by her final remarks. Was she just teasing or trying to scare her? Surely she didn’t really sell people into slavery and have them shipped to the four corners of the earth, did she? Although Lauren knew she wasn’t exactly in the twins’ good books at this precise moment, they wouldn’t really sell her to this decidedly creepy woman. Or would they? She’d seen what had just happened to Amber, and it seemed that the rivals really did hate each other.  So Lauren couldn’t rule out the possibility that Hazel would come back and whisk her away as well. She had to warn the twins. But that could prove difficult bearing in mind how efficiently she was gagged right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shopping for Blondes</title><link>/stories/2015/08/22/shopping-for-blondes/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/22/shopping-for-blondes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The story features characters from &lt;a href="https://boundstories.net/storiesad/bondageboutique.html"&gt;Bondage Boutique&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Jesus, who&amp;rsquo;d of thought something simple would be so tough?&amp;rsquo; Glenda thought to herself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Glenda was way too hard on herself. She had spent the past three hours sipping endless coffees trying to pick a target. Her nerves almost stretched to breaking point with the caffeine. She had stalked the city for eight days now looking for the perfect girl. The amount the client was offering made it more than worthwhile. The cafe, part of well known chain, was located in a popular Fashion Outlet just outside the city. The area where hundreds if not thousands of pretty, young fashionistas gathered every weekend. Picking, then isolating, then kidnapping one of these young women would normally be child&amp;rsquo;s play for Glenda. Her client had made her task more difficult by having a very specific request.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Side by Side</title><link>/stories/2014/02/26/side-by-side/</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/26/side-by-side/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Vicki looked at the clock.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eight minutes to go. If she could stop time she would have. What would it be? The pleasure or the pain?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Straining to look to her right. Her husband must be facing the same quandary. Left or right. If she tried to say anything she would be shocked. The collar had a acceptable sound levels set. It also detected the vibration of vocal cords. Not only would it hurt her but him as well. She loved him too much to hurt him and he to her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Boutique 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-boutique-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bondage-boutique-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bondageboutique2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bondage Boutique 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One moment Roz was lounging on the couch watching Nadia parading around in lingerie, the next she was trying to fight off Jack and Glenda. The room had exploded in music at a deafening volume. Immediately Jack&amp;rsquo;s thick arm wrapped around her neck in a tight grip. Roz opened her mouth to scream when Glenda shoved a wad of cloth quickly behind her teeth.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ever Increasing Bondage 8</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage-8/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/ever-increasing-bondage-8/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="everincreasingbondage7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever Increasing Bondage 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cautiously, the figure resumed his journey into the depths of the cellar. It was obvious to Lauren, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, that he hadn’t yet seen her but had been made aware of someone’s presence by her unintentional yet stifled cry. She realised now that this part of the room where she lay, not far from the corner where Amber had been tethered, was in shadow, and that her view into the light was much clearer than his must have been peering into the darkness.  He took a few steps further until he was standing in the middle of the room, directly beneath the only source of light, and to Lauren’s surprise she noted that he was dressed from the neck downwards in tight black spandex that shimmered slightly as he moved. It was, she knew immediately, a cat-suit almost identical to her own. She gasped again and without thinking shifted her position on the floor, and these two actions combined seemed to alert the unexpected visitor to her whereabouts. Cautiously, he took a couple of steps in the direction of what must have seemed like a wriggling, murmuring bundle in the shadows.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Bondage 6: Problems and Resolution</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-bondage-6-problems-and-resolution/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-bondage-6-problems-and-resolution/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mybondage5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Bondage 5: Under New Management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: Problems and Resolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Very Bad Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning I gathered up both Janice and Pillar and walked back to the tool shed and compost bin. I took my chastity tube and placed it on the concrete apron and used the shovel to destroy it. I slammed the blade down on the tube repeatedly until the tube was flattened and bent. There was no way anything could ever be inserted into it again. Then I threw the tube onto the compost heap to rust away and hurled the U shaped lock piece along with the chain into the woods. It may have been childish but from my point of view it was also cathartic.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tales From The Psych Ward 7: Again a Witness</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/tales-from-the-psych-ward-7-again-a-witness/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/tales-from-the-psych-ward-7-again-a-witness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="talesfrompsychward6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tales From The Psych Ward 6: We Are Not Alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: Again a Witness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Detective Antonio Mendes sat at his desk reorganizing his notes on the difficult, high-publicity case, that the papers called &amp;ldquo;The Roadside Rapist.&amp;rdquo; He was trying to word things properly before he put his report into the computerized records system. When the new system first went into place he had learned the hard way that what you wrote in a notebook in your pocket and what you wrote in a report form on-line were not the same thing. None of the higher-ups ever read your personal notebook.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>