<?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>John Bannergram on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/john-bannergram/</link><description>Recent content in John Bannergram on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/john-bannergram/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Mirror and the Hallway</title><link>/stories/2026/05/24/the-mirror-and-the-hallway/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/24/the-mirror-and-the-hallway/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Emily stood in front of the full-length mirror. She had never used it before. This house was still new to her. It was his house. Except that now it was her house too. Just as she was now his. She would &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; be his.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She examined her reflection. There wasn’t much time. Her hair and makeup were fine. The dress looked good, even if it wasn’t what she was used to. It was important that she look her best. This was a big night. Her introduction to a different kind of social position. One that was both more rarified, and at the same time far lower.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The House of the Spider</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/the-house-of-the-spider/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/the-house-of-the-spider/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Evocative, isn’t it? Unfortunately, I only have the first few lines.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kristen Simms nodded. She was a grad student specializing in Arachnology, the study of spiders, and aside from the occasional digression into the study of insects, her interests didn’t extend beyond her own field. But she had a very specific reason for investigating the colonial folklore that Professor Bothal specialized in. A reason that she would rather the professor not know.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2022/03/11/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/11/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6-the-last-surprise"&gt;Chapter 6: The Last Surprise&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa shivered in the cold mud as she pawed at the heavy iron chain that tethered her to her doghouse. A chastity belt had been locked onto her, denying her the solace of even a moment of pleasure. The people that passed by all stared at her in contempt. Several of them took photos to share with their friends. Every single one of them was someone from Lisa’s past. She knew them, and they knew her. A few of the passersby had dogs with them. Even the dogs were better off than her, for they had won the approval of their masters. Lisa wasn’t allowed to be with Mistress, she was being punished. But the worst part was, she &lt;em&gt;deserved&lt;/em&gt; to be punished&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/12/11/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/11/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5-the-person-and-the-petgirl"&gt;Chapter 5: The Person and the Petgirl&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa thought to herself that she would rather be &lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt; but on display at the annual dog show. But there was nothing she could do about it. Lisa sat on all-fours on her table and submitted in silence to the primping of her handler. Her handler. Lisa winced. She wished that the people running the show had chosen someone else.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her only hope was that it would all be over soon and that Miss would return to take her home. The crowds surrounded Lisa and the real dogs that were on the other tables, but it was her that everyone was staring at. She tried not to pay attention to the fragments of conversation that rose above the roar of the audience.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Was Kidnapped by Lesbians from Neptune</title><link>/stories/2021/10/29/i-was-kidnapped-by-lesbians-from-neptune/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/29/i-was-kidnapped-by-lesbians-from-neptune/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Marcy was fumbling with her car keys when she first saw the women in silver. It had been a long day at the office, with little chance for fun. She had considered at least doing a simple Halloween costume for work, perhaps an Alice in Wonderland thing to suit her blond hair and blue eyes, but a dull morning meeting had forced her to dress professionally. However, as distracted as Marcy was by thoughts of her wretched day at work, she could hardly have failed to notice the two women making their way through the parking lot.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/09/06/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/06/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4-obedience-training"&gt;Chapter 4: Obedience Training&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a lengthy court fight, Lisa had finally won out. She was still working on a way to get her poodle costume off, but she was hopeful that she’d eventually find a solution. As a long, stressful day turned to evening, Lisa cut through the park on her way home. Her poodle wig bobbed as she walked down the deserted path. Lisa shivered, both from nerves and the cold. It was dark now, and her fur covered bra and panties didn&amp;rsquo;t provide much warmth. Or much dignity. As she hurried through the empty park, her breasts bouncing with every step, Lisa was painfully aware of how her costume put her body on display…and how vulnerable it made her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/05/25/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/25/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-a-gauntlet-of-errands"&gt;Chapter 3: A Gauntlet of Errands&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa leaned against the podium as she stood before a roomful of her colleagues. Her carefully prepared presentation slides were on display behind her. She took a brief glance at her notes, put a confident smile on her face, and looked out at her audience. But to her confusion, Lisa saw that several of them had started to giggle and point at her. She looked down at herself and froze in horror at what she saw. She was dressed in her poodle costume!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/03/21/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/21/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2-petgirl-at-work"&gt;Chapter 2: Petgirl at Work&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa sighed as the guard walked her through the cellblock. She had thought that her problems would be over after she&amp;rsquo;d been freed from Miss Davenport.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can&amp;rsquo;t you take these handcuffs off? It&amp;rsquo;s hard to walk with my hands behind my back.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The guard laughed and slapped her ass. She had a mean glint in her eyes that made Lisa nervous. “Better get used to them, honey. Now that they&amp;rsquo;ve finally caught up with you for insider trading, you&amp;rsquo;re going to be in here for a long time. You&amp;rsquo;re going to spend a lot of your sentence this way if &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; have anything to say about it! I bet you wish that rich lady still owned you.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2021/02/08/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/08/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-foreclosure"&gt;Chapter 1: Foreclosure&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa shivered from the touch of cold iron against her naked flesh. There was so little room in her narrow cage that her breasts were pressed against the metal bars. A ball gag had been stuffed in her mouth to prevent any unwanted noise. Her cage stood on a small platform, so that prospective buyers could see her while they were bidding. Lisa could see a few of them staring at her already. The noise of the crowd subsided as the auctioneer began his pitch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Present for the Wrapping Paper</title><link>/stories/2020/12/26/a-present-for-the-wrapping-paper/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/12/26/a-present-for-the-wrapping-paper/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was just before New Year&amp;rsquo;s when the heap of wrapping paper and ribbons that had been piled on the floor gained sentience. Cindy hadn&amp;rsquo;t bothered to clean it up, deciding that laziness was at least 25% of the reason for the season.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When the wrapping paper woke up, its first thought was one of mild disappointment. Cindy had gotten a number of presents, but the paper hadn&amp;rsquo;t gotten any. That was hardly fair. Surely there was &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; kind of present here for it. Then the wrapping paper understood how stupid it had been. The gifts that had come in the wrapping paper and the contents of the small apartment all belonged to Cindy. &lt;em&gt;They&lt;/em&gt; couldn&amp;rsquo;t be the wrapping paper&amp;rsquo;s present. Which only left one possibility. Obviously, &lt;em&gt;Cindy&lt;/em&gt; must be its present! The paper briefly wondered if it should send someone a thank-you card. What a nice gift.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Good Hunt</title><link>/stories/2020/11/30/a-good-hunt/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/30/a-good-hunt/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="the-bargain"&gt;The Bargain&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful spring day, but Sandra wasn’t enjoying it. It had all started off so well. One of her fellow convicts had managed to get her the last part she needed to short circuit the cellblock door. The guards had been lax, and she was able to sneak out of the prison with surprising ease.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Only when she got outside, she found that the car her confederates were supposed to leave for her wasn’t there. The prison complex was in the middle of nowhere, so she had to run for it on foot through the woods. Her orange prison jumpsuit stood out in the greenery like a sore thumb. Sandra could hear dogs in the distance, and she wasn’t optimistic about outrunning them for much longer.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Curse of the Slutty Fetish Maid</title><link>/stories/2020/10/28/the-curse-of-the-slutty-fetish-maid/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/28/the-curse-of-the-slutty-fetish-maid/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lauren looked at herself one last time in the mirror before she left for the party.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn, I’m hot&lt;/em&gt;, she thought to herself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every year Lauren used Halloween as an excuse to turn on the sex appeal, but in her opinion this time she had outdone herself. There was nothing new about dressing as a sexy French maid for Halloween. But Lauren had gone all-out. The costume was made of shiny black and white latex. Her generous cleavage was on display; the maid’s dress was so low-cut that her boobs looked like they were about to pop out at any moment. It was also incredibly short, and along with the black high heels helped to show off her long legs encased in black latex stockings. Lauren had no panties on; if she bent down to pick up a quarter anyone would have an excellent view of her shaved pussy, framed by the white ruffles of her petticoat. A tiny maid’s hat crowned her long dark hair. Lauren added the final touch - a ruffled black and white collar. As she clasped it around her throat she got a thrill at the sexy, submissive way it looked. There was a tiny bell on the collar, which would demand attention.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>