<?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>Thighbands on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/thighbands/</link><description>Recent content in Thighbands on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/thighbands/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Oops!</title><link>/stories/2016/08/19/oops/</link><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/08/19/oops/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Darla had been working for months without any breaks finally everything was caught up and it was time to see if the group could maintain without her constant supervision. The boss had given her two weeks off so she could get some much needed R&amp;amp;R. Darla had been needing more than rest she needed some alone time with just her and her kinky desires. She had been wearing her corsets and chastity belt to work for the last few weeks just so she wouldn’t be running to the bathroom and playing with herself. She had even gotten to the point of wearing her thigh bands with her belt just to make her more frustrated and every night when she got home she would tie herself to the bed and force an orgasm or two then fall asleep while still bound.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>