M on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Painted Pony

Fri, 23 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

A little more to the left, I thought as Maggie swept her way around the stall. As if my thoughts could move her, she stepped between the support poles and just underneath the beam from which hung a bunch of old rope. We had been playing grab-ass all morning while we cleaned the barn so when I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her she only giggled and ground her tight little butt back against me. I let my hands roam up the front of her body: the flat, well-exercised stomach, her perfect breasts resting in an old bikini top. I kissed the back of her neck, reveling in the smell of clean woman sweat and the hint of perfume.

Caged Fantasies 3

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Caged Fantasies 2)

Caged Fantasy #3 - Art

With the click of the last lock, it is done.

I sit naked in a large dog cage. There is a metal pan under me, the walls and ceiling made of steel mesh. The door is now secured with four padlocks along with the two regular sliding latches. My wrists and ankles are locked in leather cuffs which are chained to the wall mesh – though my movements are restricted I can still move around as the cage is quite large and I am not that big. In any case, it is impossible for me to open the cage door or leave the cage.

Buried Treasure

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I hid behind a boulder in the forest and listened for the rumble of an approaching garbage truck. A hundred yards away I could see the bright yellow trash bag sitting by the side of the road. When the garbage truck came by, as it almost always did at this time of day, they would probably see the bag and, assuming it was trash, take it with them. There was a chance they wouldn’t come by today, or not see it, or not want to stop to pick it up. If that happened I would go back and retrieve the bag, which contained my clothes and sandals, and not go through with this adventure. But if they did….

Captivated

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Captivated by M

He puts the key in the heavy silver lock and turns it. With a click the hasp pops open and he swings the weathered wooden door open. The shed smells of wet earth and sweat. Sunlight streams in, illuminating his prisoner. She is naked, standing spreadeagle on the soft dirt floor. Her hands disappear at the wrist into thumbless leather mittens, secured at the wrists by buckled straps. From the buckles hang shiny brass locks. At the end of each mitten is a silver ring to which a cable is attached with a snaplock. The cables angle upwards to pulleys mounted in a dark wooden support beam, then down to heavy weights resting on the earthen floor. When the door opens the captive, knowing what is to come next, pulls desperately to free her arms but only succeeds in raising the weights a few inches off the ground. She has tried to do this many times today, and each time gravity wins over her weakening muscles and her arms are pulled inexorably away from her until she is once again stretched taut.

The Program

Thu, 29 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

As an unemployed computer programmer, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands while job hunting in a rather thin market. All this free time has enabled me to enjoy my self-bondage interests a lot more. Dan’s job keeps him pretty busy from 9 to 5 as well as on the occasional business trip so when he’s not around, I have to amuse myself.

While lying around one morning fantasizing, the idea of a self-bondage program came into my head. What if I could write a program for a robot that would take control of me? Once in restraints, I would be under its complete control. The program would consist of a set of sexually stimulating situations that would be chosen at random and performed on my bound body by the robot. I would be helpless to stop it or influence what would happen to me next. Granted, the situations would be ones I personally enjoy or would they? I could program in a few things I might not enjoy but may have wanted to try.

Vermont Weekend 4

Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Vermont Weekend Part 4 - On the Run by M On The Run by M

Dan didn’t stop talking about our Vermont adventure for weeks after we had returned. We had never done anything quite so wild before and I have to admit, I enjoyed it too. But of all the things we did

the bondage, the selfbondage, the forced nudity, the messy fun - he talked most about me being his pet. The whole scene must have really touched a nerve with him because our regular lovemaking suddenly took on a lot of doggy style, collars, and leashes. Not that I minded! We had gone through various phases of lovemaking before and I knew that this was another one of those. I enjoyed it as well and encouraged him to make me his pet anytime he wanted. I had especially enjoyed my outdoor bondage and decided that that would be a big part of something I had in mind for Dan.

With his birthday coming up in late August, I decided to give him a present of another little weekend fun session. He was on a mid-week business trip and would be flying back late Friday night. After hinting about the special present he was going to get when he returned, I made him promise to call me after boarding the plane for the flight home. I knew from previous trips that he would then be roughly two hours from that point to pulling into our driveway.

Vermont Weekend 3 - The Gift

Sun, 24 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Vermont Weekend Part 3: Turnabout by M Vermont Weekend Part 2: Turnabout by M [Previously, I had given myself up to my lover Dan as his slave for a weekend at an isolated Vermont farmhouse. Amongst other things, he took me out into the corral and had me prance around like his pony on the end of a leash. Back in the barn, he did me from behind then tossed the key to my restraints into a muddy stall in order to make me wallow for my freedom. I had other ideas.]

Vermont Weekend 2 - The Gift

Mon, 14 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Vermont Weekend Part 2: The Gift by M Vermont Weekend Part 2: The Gift by M

[Previously: I lost a bet to my boyfriend Dan and agreed to be his slave for a weekend at his parents isolated Vermont farmhouse. There, I followed his directions and ended up bound, gagged, and buttplugged in a barn stall. A mysterious figure blindfolded me and used my mouth to pleasure his cock. The figure was Dan who snuck into the barn while I was trying to cope with sinking into the muddy floor]

Vermont Weekend

Thu, 05 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Vermont Weekend Part 1 – The Trap by M Vermont Weekend Part 1 – The Trap by M

I got out of my car, locking and closing the door. Standing in the warm July sunshine, I looked around. I was on an old farm in the Vermont hills, miles from civilization. I went and checked out the farmhouse but found the doors and windows all locked. I walked back to my blue Accord and opened the trunk. There was nothing in there but, following my lover’s instructions, I tossed in my keyring. I looked down at the glittering keys lying in the middle of the empty trunk and, hesitating for only a second, I closed the lid. I wasn’t going anywhere now.

Caged Fantasies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Caged Fantasy #1 - Animals

On hands and knees in a locked cage I look down at my black-painted arms, my hands disappearing into black thumbless leather mitts locked onto my wrists. The heavily padded mitts have turned my hands into useless paws. A silvery ribbon of drool descends from the plastic dogbone strapped into my mouth and falls to the metal floor pan to join the saliva that is already pooling there. I look down as much as the leather hood allows and see the rest of my black-painted body receding into the depths of the steel mesh cage.

Caged Fantasies 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Caged Fantasies)_

Caged Fantasy #2 - Pet

“Honey, I’m home!”

There was no immediate response to my greeting though I knew she was in the house. I heard something from the cellar.

“Susan, are you okay?”

“Steve, stay upstairs for a second, okay?”

“Okay, hon. What’s up?”

I stood at the top of the cellar stairs and looked down but couldn’t see her. It was after eight and the cellar was dark.