I climbed in my car and drove home, tomorrow is my birthday, and I had booked a day off, as I turned in to Abby road I could see a large delivery van outside my house. As I drew up the driver was just coming out of my drive, “Hi miss, we had a delivery for you and we had instructions to place it in your garage if you where not in, Would you like to sign here.” At that he handed a pen and the clip board holding the delivery note to me. ...
This story is dedicated to all my friends in the forum, Who showed so much concern over what happened to me in part one, if your name is not mentioned here, Do not worry Its just due to the lack of editorial space allocated here to me by Gromet so please blame him. Continued from part one Part Two Jenny lost all account of time and had no idea as to how long she had been entombed in underground storage facility. The air that was constantly being pumped into her lungs containing all the necessary nutriments, and liquids in an air born vapour to sustain her. ...
I think bondage can add spice to life, and a little fear can add even more spice, my boyfriend Len was well into bondage and even reached the stage where he would make bondage furniture for other people. On occasion’s he would ask if I was willing to try a piece of his equipment out for him before he delivered it to a customer, it was Saturday and the phone went, it was Len, he asked if I was free to test a piece of gear for him, As I have nothing on I agreed. ...
I think bondage can add spice to life, and a little fear can add even more spice, my boyfriend Len was well into bondage and even reached the stage where he would make bondage furniture for other people. On occasion’s he would ask if I was willing to try a piece of his equipment out for him before he delivered it to a customer, it was Saturday and the phone went, it was Len, he asked if I was free to test a piece of gear for him, As I have nothing on I agreed. ...
I for some reason have been into bondage in one form or another for most of my life, when I was a child and we used to play cowboys and Indians, I was always the one who was tied up as the prisoner. I got so good at escaping it became a sort of contest to see if any one could tie me up to see if I could not escape, and for some reason as I grew older I did not grow out of it but grew into it in a strange sort of way. ...
The trouble with thinking of bondage is it makes you want to try it, And when I think of all the ways I have been bound over the years, I think there must be one new way I have not tried yet. I think for it to be totally successful it has to be with a well trusted friend or partner, its not some thing I would ever try with a total stranger, as the dangers are staring you in the face if it goes wrong, as it must have for some unfortunate submissive out there. ...
There is no doubt if you are going on holiday then make it a holiday to remember, I had always been interested in Egypt and the pyramids, it was so magic and mystical, I am sure to be there and to be able to touch things would make it so much better than just reading about it. I left work and went to the travel agent, I sat in the cheap swivel chair looking at the super glamorous girl assistant sitting in front of a PC typing away, I did wonder to myself just how much time she had to spend each morning to reach that state of perfection. ...
The trouble with day dreaming is it becomes a sort of way of life, and not only a way of life it starts to take over all your spare time. Recently I decided I would go to a part time college class to learn woodwork. OK I can hear you saying that’s not very lady like, well I do have odd jobs around my house and usually end up having to get a man in to fix them, Then after watching him I decide I could have done that, and anyway my landlord Len is the wood work teacher at the college and is always encouraging her to pop along. ...
I was amazed at last I had a decent job, for ages I had applied for every job in the local paper, but they always found one excuse after another for saying, “Sorry you are not suitable.” or “Oh so sorry the vacancy has just been filled.” I had applied at the North Wales Research Institute for Advanced Bionics for the position of security guard working nights, I was told at the interview the plant was mass producing and making simple machines to do simple jobs automatically for homes all around the world, it seemed ok to me. ...
I think the county of Worcestershire is one of the nicest counties in England. Also one of the most mysterious counties, it is well endowed with small sleepy villages that seem lost in a time warp all of there own. It is as if time itself has passed them by, I suppose that is what makes England the tops when it comes to folklore, sprites, ghosts and things that go bump in the night. I recently had the pleasure to visit the county, and stayed in a small village that nestled by the banks of the River Severn. It is the sort of village that one can drive past without knowing it is there. As I was pre warned I was already looking out for it, I was going south of Worcester, heading towards the small town of Upton-on-Severn, I had booked in advance into a old inn, that I was assured was full of old world charm and not to be missed. The purpose of my visit was to find some information about my past. I knew nothing of my parents relations and this trip was to try to fill that gap in my knowledge and family history. I had learned my Grandmother had lived there but had suddenly disappeared many years ago at the age of 24, so this was hopefully a trip of discovery. I booked into the inn the mist was settling down as I arrived adding to the thrill of the setting I found myself in. On entering the inn, I was greeted by a cheery tubby gent who introduced himself as the landlord and asked if I was the guest he was expecting. I assured him I was the Jenny Wize he was expecting. Over dinner, I asked if he knew of my missing relation, a Miss Alice who lived down the road in Quay lane. I thought for a minute the smile disappeared from his face, perhaps he was just thinking, he shook his head saying he knew of no one by that name. As I looked up, he was staring down at me the sort of stare that seems to penetrate my very being. I finished the meal, slipping on my denim jacket, I ventured out into the night air, the mist now was quite thick, I made my way down Quay lane towards the river. My Grandmother used to live in the last house on the right near the River Severn. The house seemed to appear out of the mist, standing in front of the house were two ladies, both dressed in what I would call old fashioned clothes, the first one rather younger smiled and asked my business. I explained that I was looking for a long lost relation called Alice; the Lady smiled and asked if I had looked at the graveyard at the rear of the church, she stated that most of the old graves were at the rear of the church. I thanked them for their advise and set back up the lane towards a second lane called Bowling Green, this in turn led to the rear of the church, I wandered around for a while. The mist grew thicker, and the air seemed to be a lot cooler but it was a sweet smell in the air, a smell resembling chloroform, the smell seemed to linger in the air around the graveyard. I do not know what happened next but I found myself wandering down some stone steps, I seemed to be dressed in a monks habit it was all white, my hands seemed bound together, but there was no panic in me at all. In front and behind me were some, I presumed male figures, also dressed in monks habit, only their habits where a dark colour, almost black but not quite The leading figure had an old fashioned lantern that cast shadows of the ghostly figures on the underground walls. In my mind, I could hear a ghostly chant as we progressed under the graveyard; I heard a slight rumble behind me as a stone slab closed over the entrance we had just entered by. The passage way led in to a larger chamber, a stone sarcophagus was in the centre of the room, and I was made to stand on a round stone next to the sarcophagus. My white robes were removed and dropped to the floor; my naked body glistened in the shimming light from the lit torches positioned in the surrounding walls. I do not know why, but I seemed to know what was expected of me, no commands were spoken. ...
Hi Gromet one of your readers complained I never get inseminated and had I any plans in the future to allow a dastardly male to perform the sex act on me and allow my body to do what it was designed for and if I had trouble finding a male to complete the task he was willing to take a couple of hours off work to help out. Now I really appreciate the offer but at my age it would rather spoil the life style I have grown used to. And any way after the story “The Burglar” he would have to get in the queue as there seems there are a lot of Gromet readers out there are in front of him standing in the queue with their tongues hanging out. Story continues from Foaming Part 2 ...
This is a true short story about one of Gromet’s readers, Gwendolyn a young lady who had ventured into Gromet’s kingdom of mummification, and having read of others exploits decided this is what she wanted to try it for herself. My dear cyber friend Gwendolyn had asked me for information on being mummified, of which I was glad to supply. It was to be her first time and like most first timers she was a little apprehensive but wanted to try it. Her helper in the venture was a long standing male friend, I had insisted to her that if she was to try mummification it must be with a well trusted friend as mummification could be turned into the supreme sacrifice so easily if you pick the wrong partner. ...
Warning: Polystyrene foam expands in all directions once the chemical reaction is started. Once this reaction begins, it cannot be halted! Depending on the type it will expand from 5 to 10 times it’s starting volume. Simply put, a 1/4" layer of the liquid is going to become 1-1/4" to 2-1/2" of solid foam. If there is nowhere for the foam to expand outward (ie a plastic bag or something else that will give) it IS GOING TO EXPAND INWARD! (ie, against the person inside). ...
continued from part one Warning: Polystyrene foam expands in all directions once the chemical reaction is started. Once this reaction begins, it cannot be halted! Depending on the type it will expand from 5 to 10 times it’s starting volume. Simply put, a 1/4" layer of the liquid is going to become 1-1/4" to 2-1/2" of solid foam. If there is nowhere for the foam to expand outward (ie a plastic bag or something else that will give) it IS GOING TO EXPAND INWARD! (ie, against the person inside). ...
Do you really think you are safe and sound when completely wrapped in your bandage as a mummy, could this happen to you? The evening started off pretty much as any other, I suggested a session of sexual teasing and making mad passionate love, then it was suggested that I should be Mummified, I agreed if he did all the work and carried me upstairs. I was soon whisked up in his arms and carried upstairs in his strong muscular arms, Len had always been a bit of a he man, I was all ready naked and in that mood were he could do anything to me and I would let him. I was placed on the board we used, his large yet gentle hands caressed my body as his lips met mine, I was deliriously in passionate love, I was there for him to do as he wished with, we were going to have a good evening. ...
After my recent story come analyses about why people like to be mummified and effectively place their lives in another person’s hands. I was surprised at the response from readers and more so at the number of women who took time to put pen to paper, Some agreeing with me some disagreeing with me others kind enough to tell me of there experiences. Now why people should write to me rather that tell gromet their stories I do not know, as we all know Gromet can be trusted to keep the letters secret between you, me and the millions out there who read his ramblings and then venture on his magnificent site. ...
This is not so much a story as a analyzes of why we allow ourselves to be mummified and is there any risk out there especially when dealing with the dastardly male. Have you ever wondered how you ever got interested in such a subject as mummification? The subject is gruesome it could be your final quest if you have the wrong guy wrapping you, Yet it seems to have a funny sort of fatal attraction and deep down I do not know why, when with friends one cannot say, “Oh my hobby is being mummified” we would be frowned upon, perhaps even our jobs and existence put at risk, and talking of risk are we putting ourselves in risk. ...
I now knew my way around the airport, at the other side of the customs barrier was Dawn, Toran’s personal driver who he had sent to pick me up, she asked about my trip and lead me to the car and we were soon speeding out of the airport complex heading towards Toran’s ranch. At the Ranch I was greeted by Toran he swept me off my feet, it felt good being picked up and held to his powerful arms and almost smothered by a long lingering kiss, soon we were settled in the main house eating a light snack. Toran asked me to come and see his latest mummy project he had built in one of his outbuildings. We finished the drinks and made our way out to the out-building, this was his pride and jo,y he’d had workmen working round the clock to finish the project before I arrived, we had discussed what was needed on my last trip. Toran had met me over the net and our affair had blossomed from there. He was a fairly wealthy man and enjoyed helping my fantasy’s come to life, he really had taken to my love of mummification and promised me this time would be the best ever. ...
I had made several trips to visit Toran it was quite a change to have a rich boyfriend as it was possible to turn our fantasies into reality, now that he had got to know me he was becoming more adventurous with each visit. The plane touched down and as usual Toran was waiting for me, he told me that to save a bit of our precious time together we would not go by road but take a local Airline direct to Rockford, it seemed like twenty minutes and we were disembarking. Toran’s private car pulled up and we were whisked away to his ranch, as soon as we arrived Dawn, his house keeper helped me with my bag, she was a very nice person and explained Toran had been doing a lot of preparation for my visit. ...
Gromet had always taken advantage of his writers, promising then the world then dropping them when he got what he wanted well the day of revenge had arrived. Jenny and Toran had joined forces in more than one way, and hopefully would live happily ever after mummified in each others arms thinking of Gromet and his good lady stretching things to the limit Gromet Hunt by Jenny When visiting Gromet’s place some how you get the feeling you are second best, you know the sort of thing he writes to you and says your story was all right but you could have done better!!! And leaves you hanging there. Then he writes you a letter saying his partner is fairly good but when he visits Wales again he will pop around to try me out again. ...
The story below came about after I was burgled a week ago, fortunately I had for once remembered to set the alarm before I left, and the police arrived before the dear little turd managed to make his get away with a video recorder, DVD plus a few other thing’s including a pair of leg irons that I must admit took a little explaining to the officer who took my statement, I think I convinced him that I had collected them as a curiosity to hang on the wall, Any way I thought up this story as perhaps my way of dealing with the criminal types, Or do you think I was too hard on him. I wish to thank my friend john for allowing me to try some of the idea’s in this story on him to see if they really worked Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr they did ...
The story below is pure fiction I stumbled across a site called www.rotten.com then I went to links and found a site called Bonsai Kitten do not go there if you are an animal lover it will upset you! But reading the articles there it gave me an idea for the story below I do hope you sleep well after reading it! And all the fella’s out there do not try to cram your girl into a jam jar, And all you girls out there if your fella turns up with a large Jar Run!!!!! Also my dear friend John I want to thank him for daring me to use his name in this story. ...
The story below is pure fiction I stumbled across a site called www.rotten.com then I went to links and found a site called Bonsai Kitten do not go there if you are an animal lover it will upset you! But reading the articles there it gave me an idea for the story below I do hope you sleep well after reading it! And all the fella’s out there do not try to cram your girl into a jam jar, And all you girls out here if your fella turns up with a large Jar Run!!!!!, Also my dear friend John I want to thank him for daring me to use his name in this story. ...
The story below is a follow up to my earlier story “You are A product to be Dealt with” and is a work of fiction, But should Hazel return as I hope she will it might be become A true story and its all Gromet’s fault. The phone rang it was seven in the morning I thought to myself “Who the hell is this at this unearthly hour?” The answer phone machine clicked in and my voice mechanically drowned, “Hi Jenny is out at the moment but leave a message after the tone and I will get back to you as soon as possible”. ...
Well the so called summer in the UK was nearing its end, I wandered out of bed and staggered into the shower, now this was an epic task as I had my leg in plaster, I had managed to fracture a bone in my foot, so having a shower standing on one leg and trying to hold the other leg out of the way of the spray was quite a epic in itself but one manages. Afterwards I staggered downstairs, low and behold what was that bright light in the sky? Yes the sun was shinning and we had beat the men from Oz this week at cricket so things were on the up and up, mind you the sun shining in this country was a strange event which only seems to take place once in a millennium or so. I get the unopened sun tan lotion I bought a couple of years ago, a couple of towels, dumped my bath robe and head out into the garden. ...
Jenny moved along the queue in the self service cafe after paying she looked around for a table, the only seat available meant sharing the table with a young man, Jenny walked over carrying her tray, “Do you mind if a share the table?” she asked. The man just motioned her to the seat with a wave of his hand, Jenny placed her meal and coffee on the table. As she started her salad she noticed the man sitting her was reading a book on art, he was in his twenties a few years younger than Jenny but quite good looking. As Jenny finished her meal she commented to the young male, “You certainly seem engrossed in your book!” ...
If you are honest you have to admit if you look back into your past there, as sure as eggs are eggs there will be that someone special the one you should have tried a little harder not to let slip through your fingers, there is always one in every book. At first glance I suppose the person who seems to stand out above all other’s is the Male who appears in my story “Mr Magic Fingers” surly this man with his magic touch that turned me on as I had never been turned on by anyone before had to be the one, I never saw him as I was tied down and blindfolded but he knew every button to press. I can honestly say it was the first time I had been subjected to multiple orgasms till my mind lost control and sexual desire took over. ...
Jenny strolled into the bar the building was heavy with cigarette smoke she asked the barman for a half a lager, as she was about to pay a man leaned over, “I will pay for the ladies drink.” Jenny looked up a tall man in his twenties stood there. “You have no objection to me buying you a drink?” he asked. Jenny shrugged her shoulders the man introduced himself as “Joe LaMothe or just Joe to young girls like you.” Soon he was chatting away telling Jenny he was in town for a night’s fun before he moved on and would appreciate a bit of female company while he was in town. ...
As we all know the home of the mummy is Egypt so a trip to see the mummies in the Cairo Museum is the dream of most people who are into Mummification, While visiting if you where offered the chance to become a mummy would you considerate an opportunity to turn your dream into reality, Or could your dream become a nightmare. It was a Trip of a lifetime. A visit to Egypt, it had always been a dream of mine. I was travailing by myself, today I was visiting the Cairo Museum. The bus pulled up in the coach park, I walked from there to the main entrance of the Museum I paid the entrance fee and walked in to another world. It was an unbelievable sight the giant statues stared down at me, I turned to the right and made my way to the Tutankhamen room. Tutankhamens gold mask stood in the centre of the room were ever I walked the eyes seemed to follow me, I now made my way to the section of the museum that held the Mummies. ...
Just a little story that happened to me some years ago and seems funny when I look back on it now, But at the time I was hoping the floor would open up and swallow me. I had just finished my night shift at the local hospital; it was the weekend, 8 AM. I had looked forward to being mummified all week long. I walked in the house Len my partner had just got up and was having breakfast, I called across I am just going to have a shower then we can start, he blew me a kiss and I went to the shower room. ...
Jenny walked into the crowded café at first sight there seemed no space anywhere, just as she was about to leave a waiter said there is a seat over there miss if you do not mind sharing. Jenny looked across the café in the direction the waiter was pointing there was a vacant seat with a young man sitting on the far side, Jenny made her way over through the crowded café and placing her suitcase to one side sat down. ...
Hi Gromet this is a story of a young girl who’s curiosity for a night of sexual fantasy proved to be a little more than she bargained for! So if you think mummification is all fun read on but make sure you are sitting down. Jenny walked into the crowded café at first sight there seemed no space anywhere, just as she was about to leave a waiter said, “There is a seat over there miss if you do not mind sharing”. Jenny looked across the café in the direction the waiter was pointing there was a vacant seat with a young man sitting on the far side, Jenny made her way over through the crowded café and placing her suitcase to one side sat down. ...
Have you ever wished for that super male you know the one the rare bread that does not seem to exist, that can keep going above and beyond the normal bounds of physical endurance, The odd one in a million that can out perform a women, Perhaps you should not wish for what you cannot control Kim and Jenny had decided it was time to find a male to torment, the thing was every time a suitable male appeared on the scene, all he wanted to do was to lay one of them or both that’s if he had the stamina and then go to sleep leaving the girls to amuse themselves for the rest of the evening! So surly it was time we got a male with an in-exhaustible supply of stamina, a sort of steam engine on legs in for our own enjoyment and entertainment, one that would want to carry on and on, a sort of mechanical stud! As we had always been used by males for their entertainment in the past we both agreed the time had come for a change, we were going to be in charge of the next one. ...
Have you ever wondered what the typical Young English innocent girl does when her partner has to go away on business for the weekend. You know the scene you have seen the program on the telly, Its too wet to sit outside and of course all the house work is done. The story below happened to me a few months ago and is true in every detail, I dedicate this story’to all the long suffering self bondage addicts who I am sure have had similar experiences of their own. ...
I am sure when we look back into our past there are little skeleton’s lurking out there that at the time we wish we had not gotten involved in, but as we all know it is part of growing up, the story below is quite true and one of my very earliest sexual experiences, I am sure that others reading Gromet’s magnificent site have similar stories to tell. When I was still at school I had this boyfriend I believe I was his first girl friend, when I visited his house we used to go up to his room to play records, looking back he had very trusting parents indeed. We used to have the usual kiss and cuddle and this in time progressed to a quick feel of my mini boobs and stripping off, I was the sort of girl who thought she was fire proof and knew it all and believed I was in total control at all times as we all do plus being the dominant one. ...
This story is a warning to those dastardly males who while their poor female partners are entombed in mummification, they are having a bit on the side, it could all end in tears so be warned of the mummies curse! To a stranger if would appear as if they had been transported back to the time of pharaoh’s, the walls of the room were covered in Egyptian Hieroglyphs and in the centre of the room was a table with a bound body of a mummy lying there showing no sign of movement. Downstairs Len was helping Paula to pack her bags, they had been having a mad passionate four days of love while Jenny had been bound as a mummy and left upstairs. ...
Jenny and Len had lived a very quirt life going to all the right places doing all the right things, but Jenny was reaching the age where she was getting a little bored and longed for a little excitement in her life. She had picked up a magazine at work when she opened it she was quite shocked at its content at first, it was all about bondage and punishment. She had never thought of punishment as a way of enjoying ones self, the more she read the more she realised what the rest of the world had been getting up to. When she got home from work she showed the pictures to Len, he looked a little surprised but added he had always been interested in the subject of bondage and punishment but had never had the nerve to mention it. ...
To get the full benefit of this story it is advisable to read “A Holiday to Remember” first. Rob was convinced Jenny was being held against her will so he decided to go to Egypt to see if he could rescue her but like most men he jumped in with both feet Rob stepped off the plane at Cairo airport, he was here to find his missing Cyber girlfriend Jenny, she had visited Egypt last summer and the last he heard from her was a E Mail saying she was having “A Holiday to Remember” and she would be visiting the Cairo museum tomorrow to see the mummies. Since then he nor anyone else had heard any more of Jenny, it was as if she had just disappeared. ...
The story below is what every one wants who is into mummification. A personal helper who is willing to be trained to the standard required and beyond, so what ever your whim she will obey Part One I had always been into mummification so when my partner went away on business for sometimes a week or more I would resort to self bondage. Well it worked quite well for me to a point; I had several adventures from time to time by nearly being discovered by window cleaners and various tradesmen who called unexpectedly. But the real love of my life was Mummification either reading about it or being mummified myself and it is not the sort of thing you can advertise for in the British press, ...
Hi Grommet Just a little tale of two lovers locked in each others arms Enjoying the pleasures of life. Mind you he will never poke fun at one of my stories again, Like saying “anyone would love what you did to the burglar. That would be pure pleasure” The jet had droned its way across the Atlantic for what seemed a eternity, I suppose the story really started about just over a year ago. I had been writing stories to Gromet’s site for some time and I received an E Mail from a guy in Chicago, it was beautifully written almost a love poem and then another and another, I replied to each one and it all started from there, he had to visit this country on business, we met he was the perfect gentleman and rich. I think it was the rich bit that swayed it for me, and the greatest bondage freak I have ever met. Now he had sent me a first class ticket to visit him, well this served two purposes firstly I had planned to visit the States, as a nurse I felt greatly undervalued in my country and on average the states were offering twice what I earned so at the end of the day it was a no contest. ...
Its funny it seems to me most people who come to hospital seem to think all the staff are real nice people the sort that butter would not melt in there mouth types and would never get involved in anything like bondage. Well taken on the whole I suppose you are right, having joined the health service as a school leaver I must admit there are a lot of bottom pinchers, a lot of male personnel who would love to lay you, telling you how much they love you and that their wife does not understand them. ...
A little story for you most of the readers are complaining its only the males that get pushed to the limit, well just to disappoint them this is the story of Wendy’s first time as a mummy and as I say at the end of the story “its all in the mind” Wendy’s a Mummy In one of my previous stories I mentioned Wendy, well to save you referring back to the story Wendy was a lady who dreamt of being mummified as in one of my stories. She lives not far from me a matter of ten minutes by car. We had discussed what each of us had done in the self bondage game and I realized she was serious about going a little further than most people, I explained I was well into mummification plus I enjoyed tormenting sexually my partner and a girl friend called Sue but not at the same time, ...
I am assured the story below is basically true, I have written it as if I was a observer to the scene but much the pity it has been told to me by a new friend Wendy. Well as some of the readers to Gromet’s Plaza will remember my name appeared at the top of Gromet’s page saying I had taken over, well after that my E Mail went mad, one hundred and eighty on the first morning and it got worse! (Note: this was a special edition of the plaza). ...