<?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>Gospodin on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/gospodin/</link><description>Recent content in Gospodin on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/gospodin/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Garment Bag</title><link>/stories/2003/02/26/the-garment-bag/</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/02/26/the-garment-bag/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Garment Bag
by Gospodin
Copyright (C) 2003 Gospodin. Permission to modify and/or distribute
for any purpose is granted freely provided this notice remains intact.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was on my way back from a small island nation known for its beaches
and lush vegetation. I had just brought my two slavegirls to a bondage
retreat in the jungle there, and sold them at auction. I still get a woody
when I remember the looks on their gagged faces when they realized that
the auction was genuine, and that they&amp;rsquo;d never see me or their country
again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shopping for Jessica</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/shopping-for-jessica/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/shopping-for-jessica/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Erosboutique &amp;amp; Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica stared at the blank tunnel wall as the green line streetcar
plunged underground. The other passengers, had they been paying attention,
would likely have chalked up her refusal to make eye contact as nothing
more than standard &amp;ldquo;T&amp;rdquo; etiquette. Jessica herself was acutely aware of
the self-conscious way in which she pretended that she was the only person
on the train. In fact, she wished with every fiber of her being that she
was.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>