<?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>JSmith7471 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jsmith7471/</link><description>Recent content in JSmith7471 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/jsmith7471/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Payback</title><link>/stories/2007/01/30/payback/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/01/30/payback/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a bit of a fantasy story with a little twist to the ending.
It involves my favorite characters, Bob and Becky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bob and Becky were up late one night working diligently on the computer.
They had been pushing hard to put the finishing touches on a few stories
for Grommet’s website. The stories were all mummification related, their
favorite subject and pastime. They had run into a stumbling block on a
two-part story where Bob had ended up mummified after he lost a bet to
Becky.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Meeting</title><link>/stories/2005/02/01/the-meeting/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/02/01/the-meeting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She contacted him one evening on the Internet. She wanted to tell him
how much she had enjoyed his stories and that she found them very arousing.
They ended up chatting about mummification and kidnapping for hours. She
was a novice with limited experience in bondage, never having been mummified.
She was obviously very nervous, but also very excited about being mummified.
It was this excitement and enthusiasm about a new experience that had drawn
him to her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Committed</title><link>/stories/2005/01/01/committed/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/01/01/committed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He had been lying there for what seemed hours, completely mummified,
from head to toe in white vet wrap, only his cock and nostrils sticking
out. Experiencing almost total sensory deprivation and he loved it. 
He was gagged, his ears were plugged and padded and his eyes were padded.
His arms locked together in front of him in an arm bar and then welded
to his torso with more vet wrap. Occasionally, he could feel the pre-cum
running down the outside of his cock with each involuntary pulse of pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Conversation</title><link>/stories/2004/03/20/the-conversation/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/03/20/the-conversation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue&lt;/strong&gt;
Mike had a very bad day at work. His boss had told him he was resigning.
With those few words, Mike knew that his world at work was about to change,
in a big way. It had taken him years to break in his present boss. To learn
each other&amp;rsquo;s likes, dislikes, all the little subtleties. The potential
replacements for his current boss were all assholes. He was very depressed
about the impending change.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Reminiscing</title><link>/stories/2004/02/24/reminiscing/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/02/24/reminiscing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometime back, Jenny wrote an interesting article on why we mummify
or allow ourselves to be mummified. This little excursion is intended only
to discuss the &amp;ldquo;how I got here&amp;quot;angle. (These ramblings are not intended
to cover all the various examples of mummification and bondage that have
been available in movies, tv, comics, etc. Just some of the ones that were
significant in influencing me, and probably many others.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was about 15 minutes into a trip home to visit my family. This trip
usually takes about 4 hours to reach the other side of the state. As luck
would have it, my car stereo died leaving me in silence, with only the
tires humming on the asphalt at 75 mph as entertainment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sleep Tight, Pleasant Dreams!</title><link>/stories/2003/09/12/sleep-tight-pleasant-dreams/</link><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/09/12/sleep-tight-pleasant-dreams/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Scott enjoyed going out on travel for his company, occasionally. Sometimes
he would be away for weeks at a time. The biggest thing he missed when
on travel was his girlfriend and being mummified on a regular basis by
her. However, when away on travel, one of the perks he had found, were
the hotel&amp;rsquo;s king size beds with king size sheets. Every evening, after
he had finished his workout and returned to his room, he would treat himself
to an old-fashioned sheet wrap to relax in.
 
He would pull the quilt and spread off of the bed and pile them out
of the way on the floor. Moving quickly, he tugged the tucked ends of the
sheet out from between the mattress and box springs, and left them hanging
loosely. In the nude, he laid down on one side of the bed, pulled the sheet
over his body, wrapped it around his ankles, tucking it tightly between
his legs and held it tightly to his chest. With his arms held tightly to
his chest, he began rolling to his left quickly, wrapping himself tightly
in the sheet. By rolling at a slight angle, he was able to wrap the sheet
snuggly around his legs and body. He usually ended up under at least 3
layers.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maid Service</title><link>/stories/2003/08/15/maid-service/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/08/15/maid-service/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The kids playing in the hallway went running past Rm. 501. They were
playing a game, trying to see who could collect the most &amp;ldquo;Do Not Disturb&amp;rdquo;
signs, off of hotel room doors. Grabbing the one off of Rm. 501, they added
it to their collection as they ran past.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;About a half hour later, Chelsie finished up in Rm. 503 and pushed her
cleaning cart down the hall, stopping in front of Rm. 501.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Nosy Neighbor and the Rookie</title><link>/stories/2003/06/10/the-nosy-neighbor-and-the-rookie/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/06/10/the-nosy-neighbor-and-the-rookie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Ann, had lived next to her neighbor Karen, since she and Alan had gotten
married and moved there. Karen was a divorcee, five foot, six inches tall
with black, short cut hair. 35 years old, not a bad figure, even after
having a child.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Karen was always over at Ann&amp;rsquo;s house, showing an extraordinary amount
of interest in Ann&amp;rsquo;s husband Alan. She was constantly offering to help
do this and help with that, when Alan was around. It had been quite obvious
to Ann, even when they all went out as couples on a Friday night, (Karen
brought her boyfriend.) Though Ann was not sure if Alan noticed, or was
even interested. While they sat at the table, Karen was always very attentive
to Alan&amp;rsquo;s every word and gesture. She would hang on his arm like a leech,
laughing at every joke. (No matter how good.. or bad.)&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Break In 2</title><link>/stories/2003/03/06/the-break-in-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/03/06/the-break-in-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="break_in.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Rachel &amp;amp; Jose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Four months ago, Suzanne went out on a job to rob the house of a Bob
and Becky Smith. Unbeknownst to her friends, she had been caught in the
act of her burglary. She was imprisoned in their home and hadn&amp;rsquo;t been heard
from since. Alive, dead, or skipped town? Her friends intend to find out
what happened.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rachel sat on the couch wondering to herself. She hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen or heard
from her friend Suzanne in about 4 months. This was unusual, since she
and Suzanne had become very close. (They were both bi-sexual and had been
lovers for some time.) Being accomplished cat burglars and occasional partners
in crime, they saw each other at least once a week, so that they could
share stories and trade their spoils. Together, they were the most successful
pair of cat burglars this town had seen in quite a few years.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Break In 3</title><link>/stories/2003/03/06/the-break-in-3/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/03/06/the-break-in-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="break_in2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Captives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Through some very adept investigative work, Suzanne&amp;rsquo;s friends have discovered
that she made it to the Smith house and gotten inside. They are certain
that something happened to her, while there. Rachel under the guise of
a job as an Interior Decorator had gained employment there, also and more
importantly, the Smith&amp;rsquo;s confidence. She found the proof she needed and
had confronted the Smith&amp;rsquo;s. Rachel had arranged an exchange between them
using the evidence she had, to trade for &amp;ldquo;something valuable&amp;rdquo;. A few surprises
may await her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Summer Vacation</title><link>/stories/2002/10/14/summer-vacation/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/10/14/summer-vacation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jsmith7471&lt;/strong&gt;-Right. So it looks
like everything is coming together as we planned
&lt;strong&gt;Tight Layers&lt;/strong&gt;-Yes. I’m so
excited. Can’t wait to get there! We’ll finally get to meet!
&lt;strong&gt;Jsmith7471&lt;/strong&gt;-Remember! You
agreed to submit to whatever I choose to do to you. Any level I choose.
&lt;strong&gt;Tight Layers&lt;/strong&gt;-I agree. I know.
I just can’t believe that I’ll be mummified for the first time. You’ll
be gentle, won’t you? LOL
&lt;strong&gt;Jsmith7471&lt;/strong&gt;-Sure. :) ;)
&lt;strong&gt;Jsmith7471&lt;/strong&gt;-Good night and
take care. Don’t slip crawling into bed, wet one! See you in a week.
&lt;strong&gt;Tight Layers&lt;/strong&gt;-Night
&lt;strong&gt;Jsmith7471&lt;/strong&gt;-Night&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hospital Visit</title><link>/stories/2002/06/16/hospital-visit/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/06/16/hospital-visit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“As Tatiana strained to
look back over her shoulder, all the while struggling in her bonds. She
saw two cloaked figures approaching her. Each figure carried rolls of cotton
bandages. She knew that soon they would be covering her. Once that happened,
her escape would be impossible.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Time for your pills Bob.
Open wide.” Said Jill, his attending nurse on day shift, as she strolled
into the room. She handed him the pills and a cup of water.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Display</title><link>/stories/2002/01/30/halloween-display/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/01/30/halloween-display/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mummification
and Encasement Club
&lt;strong&gt;Halloween Display&lt;/strong&gt;
by JSmith
This
story picks up at the end of the &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="../storieslr/missed_meeting.html"&gt;Missed
Meeting&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bob was released about an hour and a half after the meeting. This had
been determined, by his mummifiers. Tim and Lisa had stayed to help in
his recovery. Once he was free of the bandages, they helped massage some
life, back into his stiff and sore body. The worst part occurred while
he cleaned up in the shower. His pubic hair took a half hour to unsnarl.
It was so full of dried cum. Lot&amp;rsquo;s of ouches as some hair pulling out was
inevitable . As Bob was getting dressed, he thought about how he would
set Becky up for a little payback. After Tom, Lisa and he talked amongst
themselves for a while, a plan began to form.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Break-In</title><link>/stories/2001/07/22/the-break-in/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/07/22/the-break-in/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Suzanne crept up to the patio door at the back of the house. She&amp;rsquo;d
been casing this house for a month now. It was perfect. This was the owner&amp;rsquo;s
day to go out on an all day shopping spree. They never returned until 5
or 6 PM in the evening. She was sure that she had waited long enough (it
had been an hour). The nearest house could be seen thru the trees, about
a quarter of a mile away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Missed Meeting</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/missed-meeting/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/missed-meeting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mummification
and Encasement Club
&lt;strong&gt;The Missed Meeting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have been into mummification and bondage for quite a few years. My
perspective and the pleasure that I derive from it has always been from
the wrapper&amp;rsquo;s viewpoint. I have experienced and enjoyed being the wrappee
on a few occasions. This story is dedicated to that experience.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Becky will be sorry she missed the July meeting of the Mummification
and Encasement Club. Bob and Becky were supposed to meet at the Jones&amp;rsquo;s
house. They were traveling to the meeting separately, due to work commitments.
After the initial drinks and socializing, as soon as the roll call was
taken at the beginning of the meeting, Bob knew he was in trouble. There
he was sitting all by his lonesome, with Becky, nowhere to be found.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>