<?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>Dark Marcy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/dark-marcy/</link><description>Recent content in Dark Marcy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/dark-marcy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Three Steps 3</title><link>/stories/2005/07/28/three-steps-3/</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/07/28/three-steps-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="three_steps2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Steps 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;“Walk on, Jen” said Adam again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It wasn’t that easy, however. With her arms strapped behind her
back, Jennifer was already slightly off-balance. The heels didn’t
help in the slightest, and the cart tethered to her waist made setting
off a much more complicated affair than simply putting one foot in front
of the other. She lifted her right foot a little, but her own weight
didn’t carry her forward as it would normally, the cart sat motionless
behind her, and by virtue of the clips fastening it to her waist, Jennifer
remained stationary also. She felt the cart move a little as Adam shifted
his weight on the seat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three Steps</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Adam’s Range Rover crunched
around in a wide arc on the gravel driveway and came to a halt with its
passenger door facing the wide gatehouse of a large brick building.
The gatehouse itself had a wide arch in the centre which led into the courtyard
of what was clearly a large stable-block, though one which might seem,
on closer inspection, to be rather excessively clean, free from hay, and
conspicuously short on horses.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three Steps</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Adam’s Range Rover crunched
around in a wide arc on the gravel driveway and came to a halt with its
passenger door facing the wide gatehouse of a large brick building.
The gatehouse itself had a wide arch in the centre which led into the courtyard
of what was clearly a large stable-block, though one which might seem,
on closer inspection, to be rather excessively clean, free from hay, and
conspicuously short on horses.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three Steps 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="three_steps.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Steps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Right, shall we begin the
training?” he said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam stepped into her line
of sight. Keeping his eyes on her, he reached up to where her reigns
were loosely knotted around the tether and undid them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t move.&amp;rdquo; he said as
he stepped around behind her, passing the reigns over her head so that
they once more hung against her buttocks, their pendulum tapping a constant
reminder of her captivity. Jennifer heard a quiet clicking noise as Adam
unlocked the chain from between her legs, removing the padlocks from the
rings on the back of her high heels, but leaving the boots themselves secured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three Steps Part 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps-part-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="three_steps.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Steps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Right, shall we begin the
training?” he said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam stepped into her line
of sight. Keeping his eyes on her, he reached up to where her reigns
were loosely knotted around the tether and undid them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t move.&amp;rdquo; he said as
he stepped around behind her, passing the reigns over her head so that
they once more hung against her buttocks, their pendulum tapping a constant
reminder of her captivity. Jennifer heard a quiet clicking noise as Adam
unlocked the chain from between her legs, removing the padlocks from the
rings on the back of her high heels, but leaving the boots themselves secured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three Steps Part 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps-part-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-steps-part-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="three_steps2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Steps Part 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;“Walk on, Jen” said Adam again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It wasn’t that easy, however. With her arms strapped behind her
back, Jennifer was already slightly off-balance. The heels didn’t
help in the slightest, and the cart tethered to her waist made setting
off a much more complicated affair than simply putting one foot in front
of the other. She lifted her right foot a little, but her own weight
didn’t carry her forward as it would normally, the cart sat motionless
behind her, and by virtue of the clips fastening it to her waist, Jennifer
remained stationary also. She felt the cart move a little as Adam shifted
his weight on the seat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>