<?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>JayJay on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jayjay/</link><description>Recent content in JayJay on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/jayjay/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Happy Halloween 2</title><link>/stories/2012/02/03/happy-halloween-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/02/03/happy-halloween-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="happy_halloween.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;
Happy Halloween – Part Two&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After the New Year it was back to business as usual. Her boss finally gave up on the contractors renovating the old building, broke the lease, sued for a large chunk of money and found a new building closer to my house, but on the opposite side of town from her condo. She made the commute a few times, but generally she stayed at my place and our games and experimentation continued. Other then an occasional long weekend or a couple vacation days, there was no foreseeable way that an opportunity to stay mummified for nearly three months was going to present itself a second time. But the occasional bondage play during the week and the longer sessions on the weekend kept her appetite at bay.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>That New Car Smell Part 4: Life Goes On</title><link>/stories/2010/10/04/that-new-car-smell-part-4-life-goes-on/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/10/04/that-new-car-smell-part-4-life-goes-on/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="thatnewcarsmell3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That New Car Smell Part 3: The Return Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 4: Life Goes On&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The relationship between Alexis and Veronica bloomed after her garbag’ing and her return to the stage and they became nearly exclusive. A few years ago; when they were casually experimenting around after Alexis had her tits enhanced, they had purchased a very secure bra and panties chastity belt set. They would take turns wearing it when they were between boyfriends with one holding the keys for the other, or one wearing the top while the other the bottoms to test the limits of who wanted out first. Now that Veronica was back to stripping for a living she could hardly remain locked in a chastity belt especially since her overgrown green tits no longer fit within the metal cups of the bra. This left Alexis getting locked inside the belt more often then not, so frequently in fact that Ivy wore the keys around her neck letting Alexis lock herself up when she wanted knowing that only Veronica could let her out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Happy Halloween</title><link>/stories/2006/05/02/happy-halloween/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/02/happy-halloween/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Introduction&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was late evening on a Friday night when I finally made
it to the bar. Nothing fancy, just
a plain old sports bar stumbling distance from my house.
The place was pretty crowded save for one empty seat at the bar.
Obviously my day was about to get better as I sat down next to a
gorgeous brunette with a stunning body. Perfectly
proportioned, fantastic face, lovely long legs, nice breasts, a little small
but nice, late twenties, early thirties maybe.
She must have also been getting off work as she was still wearing
nylons a medium length skirt and a fairly conservative blouse.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Britney’s Bagging</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/britneys-bagging/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/britneys-bagging/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: First Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Britney realized her submissive side early in life and was equally fortunate when her best friend Julie playfully dominated her one night during a sleepover. By high school Britney was regularly catering to her future owner’s needs, carrying her books, cleaning her locker, washing her car dressed in whatever getup she desired and making sure her more personal needs were met. Julie’s parent were quite well off, so it was easy for her to get her future slave inappropriate clothing for a high school teenager. By their senior year she had became her full time slave.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>That New Car Smell Part 1: Veronica’s New Car Experience</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/that-new-car-smell-part-1-veronicas-new-car-experience/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/that-new-car-smell-part-1-veronicas-new-car-experience/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Part 1: Veronica’s New Car Experience&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today was the big day.  Veronica had been back to the dealership a dozen times selecting the model, color options, haggling over rim choice and every detail.  Her old beater car that she had been driving all through high school and most of college was ready to retire and Veronica was treating herself to a new one.  Her old faithful finally sold on Friday and combined with a bunch of old junk she had recently sold on E-bay, she was hitching a ride with her roommate to drive away in her new set of wheels.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>That New Car Smell Part 2: No Free Ride to the Dealership</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/that-new-car-smell-part-2-no-free-ride-to-the-dealership/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/that-new-car-smell-part-2-no-free-ride-to-the-dealership/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="thatnewcarsmell.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That New Car Smell Part 1: Veronica’s New Car Experience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 2: No Free Ride to the Dealership&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Veronica was in a panic. She had no idea it was pick up time. The garbage men seemed to be on a strict routine and were never more then a couple minutes off schedule. That could only mean she had been in the disgusting dungeon for over an hour while looking for her receipts. She tried to scream for the Sanitation Engineer to help her. However the heavyset man had his I-Pod on under his OSHA approved hearing protection and was oblivious to the woman screaming inside. Before hooking onto the bin, he activated the compactor one last time to minimize the amount of garbage that would fall out of the trailer during transit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>That New Car Smell Part 3: The Return Home</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/that-new-car-smell-part-3-the-return-home/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/that-new-car-smell-part-3-the-return-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="thatnewcarsmell2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That New Car Smell Part 2: No Free Ride to the Dealership&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 3: The Return Home&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was now late in the day Thursday night, although she no idea of the date or time. Her head was still a fog and hadn’t eaten in forever. Her body was still badly battered under all of the other tortures and now she had to escape the garbage pit and endure untold humiliations to find her way home. One leg was unable to bend and both feet extremely clumsily as she plodded along with heavy buckets attached to them both. She made it to the edge of the pit; then lost her balance and tumbled down the edge to the bottom of the tall gently sloped hill.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>