Jennifer on Gromet's Plaza Archive

A New Beginning

Tue, 17 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

For a while I had been trying to get my boyfriend interested into bdsm. I consider myself a domme, and have been one for years. I have always known any man I ended up with would have to be strong enough to deal with this. So about a year ago, I met Mark at a charity run. We started dating. I had considered myself at the least Bi up to this time, but things kept going better and better, and became much more serious. Finally we talked BDSM. I don’t know why, but subbing a little to him just felt right, and over time we tried things, but he was always a bit clumsy about it all.

An Uncomfortable Night

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I enjoy bondage, and if I can’t find someone to help out, it has to be self-bondage. Not always a good idea, especially when ‘The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a gley’ (with apologies to Robert Burns). In other words, if something can go wrong, it will go wrong. I remember one occasion when it did just that, but with a not altogether unsatisfactory ending as it eventually turned out.

A Warning Unheeded

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000

A Warning Unheeded by Jennifer Sbm; F/m; bond; infantism; cons/reluct; X

sequel to ‘Out of the Frying Pan’

CHAPTER 1

My wife Sally was a girl in a million. She knew that ever since I could remember, my favourite fantasy was to be dressed up as a cute little baby girl and then restrained in a cot or pushchair. And with her sense of humour and slightly sadistic tendencies, she was more than happy to have fun by obliging me, which usually meant considerable discomfort to me and fun to her. Let’s face it, a sadist and a masochist is the perfect combination.

Mandy and Kelly’s Plaything

Sat, 05 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Mandy and Kelly’s Plaything by Jennifer Somebody once said curiosity killed the cat. Well in my case, it didn’t kill me, but it certainly turned out to be a lot more unpleasant that I anticipated.

It was my own fault really. One Sunday afternoon, I was idly scanning through some ads at the back of a local magazine, and for some reason, one of them caught my eye. Two mistresses require naughty boys for humiliating correction it read, severe lessons at reasonable rates guaranteed. My curiosity was immediately aroused, and the term ‘reasonable rates’ was tempting. For a long time I’d experimented with bondage by myself, but I’d often wondered what it would be like to be properly restrained and teased by a girl so that I couldn’t possible get out of it. Especially if she knew what she was doing.

Out of the Frying Pan

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Out of the Frying Pan by Jennifer

I enjoy bondage, and if I can’t find someone to help out, it has to be self-bondage. Not always a good idea, especially when ‘The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a gley’ (with apologies to Robert Burns). In other words, if something can go wrong, it will go wrong. I remember one occasion when it did just that, but with a not altogether unsatisfactory ending as it eventually turned out.

Angie and Jenny's Mummy

Fri, 09 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Greg Matthews enjoyed being a company rep, especially with the freedom of activity that came with being away all over the country for weeks at a time. He was a pretty athletic sort of individual, well built, but given more to personal prowess rather than being one of his company’s sales team, and possessed of a streak of male vanity that almost begged a challenge from the fates. And one day the fates decided to answer the challenge.