<?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>Dianag on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/dianag/</link><description>Recent content in Dianag on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2022 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/dianag/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A World of Difference</title><link>/stories/2022/06/19/a-world-of-difference/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/06/19/a-world-of-difference/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I just can’t believe how innocently this all started. My name is Honey Fleming. I’m 5’ 7” tall with short blonde hair and when this all started, I was 22. I’ve been told I’m very attractive, but I found that I prefer my own sex. Possibly this is due to the fact that I was nearly raped when in my teens and since then I find myself avoiding male company.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pony Trap</title><link>/stories/2021/11/11/pony-trap/</link><pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/11/pony-trap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Carol and Diana had been friends since their schooldays and even now, in their early 20’s were seldom seen apart. Even their birthdays were on the same day. It was a joke that both sets of parents said that they had two daughters. They were even able to share their clothes, being almost the same sizes. Diana was a honey blonde and Carol’s hair was so black it shone almost blue, and both kept their hair in a neat page boy style. When Diana’s parents were killed in an accident, it was only natural, as there were no other family members that she moved in with Carol’s parents. Shortly after they had turned 19, Carol’s parents also died, leaving her also with no family and alone in the world apart from Diana. Sadly, due to poor investments, there was nothing left for Carol to inherit, so both girls went out and found jobs at the same store. They were able to rent a flat near their place of work and settled down together. They both found that they were uncomfortable with men so seldom went out and even slept in the same bed. Although they often kissed and cuddled each other, it never progressed any further.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Career Change</title><link>/stories/2020/01/04/career-change/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/01/04/career-change/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;CAREER CHANGE&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What the hell have I done? How could I have been so trusting and yet so stupid at the same time? I know it’s far too late for regrets, and I have only myself to blame for the situation I now find myself in. ;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had just turned 20 when I landed a job with a small firm in the north of England. My boss, Hazel Hunter, was an attractive 30 year old and it soon became obvious that she was a lesbian. It also soon became obvious that she was paying me a lot of attention. Once I had recovered from the shock and surprise, I found myself drawn to her and enjoyed the attention she gave me. I had only been working there for about three months when, one Monday morning, Hazel announced that she was selling the business. Everyone else would receive a generous payout, but as I had only been there for such a short period, I knew that I wasn’t entitled to anything. However, Hazel called me into her office and asked if I would be interested in a change of career.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Susan</title><link>/stories/2019/12/04/susan/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/12/04/susan/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story is set in the same world as Ultimate Challenge, but comes from a different point of view.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the age of 22, Susan Harper inherited an isolated farm in the middle of Dartmoor from her only relative, an uncle. When she had arrived at the place, she found that there were no crops in the fields, no livestock and no workers, so she immediately thought about selling the place. However, the solicitors dealing with her uncle’s estate had told her that, due to environmental policies, the owner received a large grant from the government to keep the land fallow and uncultivated. When she did the math, Susan realised that she would be financially better off keeping the farm and staying there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ultimate Challenge</title><link>/stories/2019/11/14/the-ultimate-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Nov 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/11/14/the-ultimate-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="ultimatechallenge.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-two"&gt;Part Two&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Monday found us back in the training routine with Cathy and Mary. Listening to Mary and Cathy, it became obvious that their main aim was to build up our strength and stamina. It was exhausting but enjoyable, even if all we wanted to do at the end of the day, was eat then sleep. However, as the days progressed, the aches and pains disappeared and the work became easier, then one day, as we were being put back in our stalls, Lady Elizabeth appeared and asked how we were doing. It was Mary who replied.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ultimate Challenge</title><link>/stories/2019/07/27/the-ultimate-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jul 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/07/27/the-ultimate-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-one"&gt;Part One&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Kennedy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to offer you a position for which I believe you are eminently suited. However, the position would require you to live here on my estate for a period of approximately one year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I value privacy, you would be required to sign a Non Disclosure Agreement before terms and conditions are discussed. However, if you feel that you are unable or unwilling to continue when you have heard what I require, you may choose to leave with no hard feeling on my part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pony Girl 2</title><link>/stories/2019/06/08/pony-girl-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/08/pony-girl-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="ponygirl.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It has been four years since I became Honey. I’m no longer fed drugged food, or so Katia tells me. She’s always chatting to me, but the conversation is one sided. Lorraine decided that although everyone could talk to me in English, I was not allowed to talk, so I have worn the restrictive bit twenty four seven. Katia can even clean my teeth without removing it. All the grooms started to speak to me in English instead of their native language, which I had discovered was Croatian. However, whenever I’m being trained, or taken out all commands are given in the Croatian tongue. I don’t understand a word, but by now, I can associate a given sound with a given action, such as ‘Walk, trot’ and so on. In addition, Katia continued to work her hypnotic magic on me, as I found out only a few weeks after my meeting with Lorraine. My bridle and bit were removed one afternoon and Katia asked me a question. However, I found that I was unable to utter a sound. Katia just smiled and said,&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pony Girl</title><link>/stories/2019/05/21/pony-girl/</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/05/21/pony-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Linda Kennedy. I’m 22, blonde and with an attractive figure, even if I say so myself. I have no family, my parents having died the previous year in an accident. To help overcome my grief, I dived into my studies at university and had recently graduated with a degree in hospitality management. Oh yes, I discovered at an early age that I prefer my own sex to men. In fact, if it hadn’t been for someone walking their dog several years ago, I would have been raped. That experience has made me extremely nervous in any male company.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>