Phoebe on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The North Pole

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Finally, the holiday rush showed signs of slowing down. The crowd seems thinner and would soon heed Donna’s announcement, “thank you for shopping at Zak’s Third Avenue Department Store, the store will be closing in ten minutes.”

Donna sighs and looks at her watch for the thousandth time wondering why oh why do these people have to put off their shopping until midnight of December 22nd.

She is the young assistant store manager and as such it’s her fate to clear the store of shopping stragglers before locking up. Walking through the departments, she smiles back at the relieved faces on her fellow workers happy to be going home at last. Walking with an air of excitement now Donna peeks into the store’s four window displays, saving a very special one for last.

Praying For Daylight

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Selene’s arm slides off Tephra’s taut stomach, the motion awakening both of them from their post-coital snooze. Selene then tries to untangle herself from Tephra and the sheets, only to be gently pulled back into Tephra’s handcuffed arms.

“Teph, I gotta get going. The taxi’ll be here in an hour.”

Tephra looks up with pouting deep green eyes and Selene is tempted to take another spin with her on the now soggy sheets. Sighing, “I’ll miss my plane… and besides, that big wet spot you’re laying in… well… come join me in the shower instead!”

A Halloween Tail

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Maria could not believe her ears when the dour executor solemnly intoned, “. and in order to inherit your sister’s estate you must spend this very Halloween, starting at sundown, in the basement of the main house.”

Stifling a bittersweet smile Maria became lost momentarily in thought as the rest of her sister’s will was read. When he finished, the executor turned to Maria and again asked in the same serious tone, “Do you have any questions, Miss?”

Puppy Love

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Part One Eddie sets the Cosmopolitans down at their little table and nervously scratched his full beard as he surveys the scene with his new girlfriend Gloria. He takes a deep breath and braces for the reaction he suspects will follow.

“Gloria?”

“Gloria?” This time he taps his girlfriend gently on the shoulder.

Gloria is busy chatting it up with a suave looking guy seated at the next table.

“Oh, whadda ya want, Eddie?… You know this guy over here is a diamond appraiser!”

Mile High Mishap

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Contentedly soaring along looking at my world below me, I see the far flung horizons of a crisp clear day beautifully highlighting the woods and fields that frame and border my old city like a newly bought green welcome mat surrounding a banged up pair of worn out shoes. The staticky voice in the headphones meant that I had received permission to make my approach to the runway. Awesome… This was it… I nosed over the stick and the Piper Tomahawk gently banked left to set up nicely for my bumpy but essentially clean landing. Coolness. I had my solo pilots license. Nervous and still jittery I leap out of the parked plane to lots of happy cheers and well wishes. The traditional cutting off and signing the back of my tee shirt is done though I felt half naked from it and shivered again from nervousness and a cold draft now breezing down my spine. Thankfully I’m wearing a new bra! But after all this, there it was, I was a new pilot. A new pilot on a mission to fulfill an irresistible desire long time in fruition… I’m going to do a solo bondage adventure while flying on autopilot. Months of careful planning are finally all set. Timing is everything and with luck I have a chance to rent just the plane I think will be perfect: A Cessna 206 Skywagon six seater. Best of all is this one already has the four rear seats removed so there will be about six plus feet of room to tie myself up in. My fantasy is to play the part of a flight attendant or stewardess of past days who worked on a private jet and who has crossed the wrong drug dealers and is now being flown chained and blindfolded to points unknown. Back at home the medium sized cooler is ready. Filled with ice, so as to prevent a certain smaller container of the same stuff from melting and expelling the little bell and key frozen in it. I’m ready too, and I want my stewardesses uniform to reflect the functional yet sexy look these women managed to convey. Starting with a full application of foundation I add just a light touch of blush and eyeliner finally carefully applying a sexy rose colored lipstick. I then comb and gently pull my blonde hair back into a pretty French knot that shows off a small pair of gold hoop earrings. I’m wearing a white lace push up bra to perk up my sassy yet barely b-cups and then I button on a sexy off-white long sleeved silk blouse. Around my waist is a lined navy pleated above knee length wool skirt and matching blazer that will complete my uniform once I add a couple of friends between my legs. Under my skirt is a small silver linked belly chain that slips through two slots cut in a leather belt and will attach around back with a brass padlock. Two medium sized plugs await my anxious bottom and I lube them both well. Sliding them gently in they’re followed by the covering leather belt that locks up everything tight. The key for these two locks will stay here, so I‘m sure to have an interesting drive home. Next, are a good pair of business sheer pantyhose that I carefully slide on. For my shoes, I plan to wear four inch leather pumps. They’re also a matching navy color, have pretty ankle straps and also a heel of about an inch wide at the bottom. A pair of nice retro looking shoes that you really could walk around in as a stewardess. I’ll be wearing these later, not when I take off as working the rudder pedals requires a light touch. So for now I have on just a pair of low, chunk heeled shoes. Once I’m up, in my gym bag I have ready a pair of regular style handcuffs plus a small nail to double lock them, a leather collar and two ankle cuffs plus a length of chain and a head harness with attaching ball gag and blindfold. All awaiting me as I play a poor unsuspecting stewardess. Arriving at the nearby community airport I’m almost overcome with nerves, “can I really do this?” but the pulsing feelings below are too great to ignore. “Oh, yes I can!” The Cessna Skywagon has plenty of range and I plan to only be incapacitated for perhaps an hour so no worries there. I want to head out over the ocean and then follow the coast at a distance. This will minimize any radio contact as that would spell big trouble when no response is given by the tightly ball gagged me. The airport is typically busy as I do the preflight walk around and I get a few odd stares which unnerve me again. There’s a calm steady breeze but my skirt will not cooperate and is blowing and billowing around so much that I’m sure flashes of the leather belt are showing through the sheer pantyhose! Finally I’m cleared for takeoff and pure exhilaration washes over me. Pulse racing I throttle up and pull back on the stick as the powerful Cessna climbs and then holds steady as I hurtle upwards toward my goal of five-thousand feet. Banking left I ready the autopilot once the plane is stabilized and trimmed out. There! My hands leave the stick as I gaze out over a tranquil blue ocean of dazzling beauty.

Clothesline Cable

Mon, 29 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Early Saturday morning Darla rushes out of her bedroom and almost passes me by. When suddenly turning, plants a smoldering kiss on my lips, then with an arch in her eyebrow says, “be good Phoebes, see you back around noon , ok!”.

Be good! Hmph, hell yes I’m always good and when I’m bad, as the cliché goes, I’m only better… and so in this frame of mind I find myself wandering the many aisles of my fave local hardware store.