<?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>Harry on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/harry/</link><description>Recent content in Harry 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/harry/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Fun at the Far 2: Happy Puppym</title><link>/stories/2016/12/03/fun-at-the-far-2-happy-puppym/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/12/03/fun-at-the-far-2-happy-puppym/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="funatthefarm.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Happy Puppy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The night was quiet. The cool night air from the ventilation window made me shiver in my chains. &amp;lsquo;If she only left me a blanket&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hanna was away for an hour, and by that time, I had imagined all the possible scenarios what I could think of. From the one where she ties me to her bed and uses me whenever she likes, to one where I live in a dog pen, eating and drinking twice a day from a bowl and sleeping inside of a small dog house.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fun at the Farm</title><link>/stories/2016/11/07/fun-at-the-farm/</link><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/11/07/fun-at-the-farm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Betrayal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Is it coming closer? Why would anyone come here this time? And who it is?&amp;rsquo; were the primary thoughts what circled through my mind. The rough gravel road, leading to the yard of my grandmothers farm, scrunched under some ones feet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was late evening, about 9:30 pm. I was lying on my left side in a dark room of an old house, The Old Cottage. Completely naked, only wearing sunglasses and chains. Bound by my own hand. Waiting for the sun to rise. Expecting my real challenge to start after several hours. And definitely not expecting any visitors.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cabdrivers Dream come True 2: The journey begins</title><link>/stories/2016/10/08/cabdrivers-dream-come-true-2-the-journey-begins/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/10/08/cabdrivers-dream-come-true-2-the-journey-begins/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="cabdriversdreamcometrue.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The journey begins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The Replay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was just past midnight, when I arrived home. Though we had been sleeping for couple hours, I was exhausted. Mentally and physically. I dragged myself up to 3rd floor, where my apartment was.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No more than four hours to sleep if I want to start my shift on time. And I do. Only once in my work history I have been late from work. And that just because my alarm didn´t wake me up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cabdrivers Dream come True</title><link>/stories/2016/09/02/cabdrivers-dream-come-true/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/09/02/cabdrivers-dream-come-true/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;First, this is my first story and it is just fiction including some parts of real life and also my own fantasies. My name is Harry. I´m 35 years old and I live in a small town in Finland, northern Europe. I have found my  interest in bondage, or more accurate, self bondage, just recently, maybe a year ago. Self bondage because I have not found the right partner to do it with. But I have good imagination and after searching the web about bondage I bumped to Gromets site and read some of those stories, I thought to give it a try myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cabdrivers Dream come True 3: Discoveries</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/cabdrivers-dream-come-true-3-discoveries/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/cabdrivers-dream-come-true-3-discoveries/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="cabdriversdreamcometrue2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Discoveries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Lessons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I got to Janicas house, she was already waiting for me, sitting at the front porch. I walked to her with uncertainty what was going to happen, or what she wanted to talk about. She looked a bit sad, and kept her gaze on the floor until I put my foot on the first step.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She stood up and came to hug me. Her grip held for some time, and when she finally let me go she said she was glad I came. Though I really didn´t hear that from her voice. Something was not right.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>