<?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>Bubuck31 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bubuck31/</link><description>Recent content in Bubuck31 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 03 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bubuck31/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2025/05/03/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/03/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Four months after leaving her house in a crate, Lauren was shipped back home in a state of unconsciousness. For ease of transport, they had sedated her for the trip. Ben and Chad met Nick and Jake at the front door when the van pulled up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This time Lauren wasn’t going to be &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt; at the house. She was going to be a &lt;em&gt;part&lt;/em&gt; of the house. After a short conversation, the two men picked her up out of the van and carried her down to the basement still mounted in her steel frame. During her transformation, Ben and Chad had decided to move their play space to the basement. Since it was just the two of them living there, they didn’t need to work as hard at keeping the secret. Now they had the entire house to play. The basement was originally unfinished, but now it was a lush living space complete with a state-of-the-art home theater, a game room, and a bar. Another room held a few bondage devices.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2025/04/26/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/26/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After the 30-hour trip to St. Louis, the white van backed into the Premium Playthings loading bay. Gunner was there waiting for them as they uploaded their cargo and put her on a gurney.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I see she has a few bruises on her. Did she give you any trouble?” Asked Gunner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“No,” replied Jake. “I think that happened when Mr. Tyler restrained her.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oh. Take her to room 3. We will start in the morning with her,” said Gunner.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2025/04/19/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/19/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ben walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He had had a busy morning on the phone talking to suppliers and was thinking it was time to let off a little stress and play.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Benjamin Tyler was the owner of a chain of furniture stores in northern California. After college, he had started working as a salesman in a small furniture store. He quickly realized that he could make more money opening his own business using his business management degree. Over the years, he grew the business to 30 stores sourcing his products from all over the world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2024/04/21/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/21/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been five months since Matt had placed his order for a custom sex doll from Premium Playthings. He had been waiting for this day to finally come. He woke up this morning to a text from Gunner Beck saying that his delivery was expected this afternoon and he just couldn’t wait. He spent most of the morning pacing around the house.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was sitting on the sofa watching a baseball game when the alarm beeped on his phone. It was the main gate. Matt answered the phone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2024/04/21/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/21/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a cool September evening around 9:30 pm. Amber was walking out to her car in a mostly deserted mall parking lot. She had just gotten out of work at the mobile phone store in the mall. She was feeling a little hungry so she thought she would stop by a fast-food joint on her way home. As she walked toward her car, she saw a white van parked two rows over but thought nothing of it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2024/02/25/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/02/25/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Matt walked into his home office and sat down in his leather chair behind a big oak desk. He opened his desk drawer and picked up a business card. He sat there for a minute thinking about his future of being alone. After a bit, reading the numbers from the card, he dialed. “Crown Fabrications. How may I direct your call?” a female voice said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Gunner Beck please?” Matt replied.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Premium Playthings</title><link>/stories/2024/02/25/premium-playthings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/02/25/premium-playthings/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Matt was walking through the mall on a Saturday afternoon. For the past couple of weeks, his cell phone had been running slow and some apps were crashing. It was time to upgrade. He had done all the research and knew what he wanted. He had nothing going on today so he thought this would be a good day to do some shopping.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As he walked through the large open space to his destination, he couldn&amp;rsquo;t help seeing all the pretty young women milling around on this Saturday afternoon. He saw some walking around with their boyfriends or in small groups, and others browsing the clothing racks in the shops. As he walked past the food court, he noticed several groups of young women sitting at various tables chatting and joking. Oh, how he wished that he was twenty years younger. He thought about how he would have done things differently. He thought about how lonely he was and how much he would like to have somebody of his own.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>