<?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>Richard Thomas on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/richard-thomas/</link><description>Recent content in Richard Thomas 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/richard-thomas/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Harriet - sex slave and pony</title><link>/stories/2018/10/31/harriet-sex-slave-and-pony/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/31/harriet-sex-slave-and-pony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="harriet.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synopsis: I serve Lady Marlow as a BDSM acolyte - then Pony Sally and I service Lord Marlow with our arses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It seemed only a few minutes later that my trainer Philip walked into my stable and pulled the blanket off me. “Wake up Pony, time to start a new day.” He bent down and, using a special key, released the steel ring around my neck. He gave me his hand and lifted me to my feet. My body ached all over from the excesses of the previous day. “Follow me, Pony,” he snapped and we walked out of the box and headed towards the barn. When we got inside he stood me under the chains and attached the cuffs to my wrists and pulled the chains taut. “Let’s get your beating out of the way first.” he said, more gently now, “Now, do you want to scream or shall I gag you?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Harriet - sex slave and pony</title><link>/stories/2018/10/31/harriet-sex-slave-and-pony/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/31/harriet-sex-slave-and-pony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synopsis: I was just a secretary - then my Mistress&amp;rsquo;s obedient slave - now I am a pony girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course I let him fuck me on our first date. How could I not, we had been talking in this bar for only five minutes but already I could feel my pussy getting damp – he was so HOT! Then he calmly took my hand and placed it on his crotch, and I could feel the gorgeous outline of a simply massive prick – bigger than any cock I had ever experienced - I knew I had to have him inside me as soon as possible.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Harriet - sex slave and pony</title><link>/stories/2018/10/31/harriet-sex-slave-and-pony/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/31/harriet-sex-slave-and-pony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="harriet2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synopsis: Teaching Joanne the pleasure of anal sex - culminating in Race Day and the Marlow Cup - and the Epilogue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sure enough, his Lordship continued to bugger me splendidly for a long while and eventually I felt his lovely prick pumping still more of his spunk into me – for those of you who haven’t experienced sodomy, get your man to do it to you as soon as possible - it is the most exquisite pleasure for both of you. Sally squirted her piss copiously onto us both as we climaxed, but by then it was clear that his Lordship’s energy was waning and we needed to make our way home. He carefully replaced our pony tackle and fitted us back into the cart and we set off down the hill. As we were trotting, I could feel a steady stream of spunk running down the back of my thighs, and glancing at Sally, I saw that she too had legs covered with cum and spunk – everyone at the House was certainly going to know what we had been up to!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Trip of a Lifetime 3: Ranch Stallion</title><link>/stories/2015/01/15/the-trip-of-a-lifetime-3-ranch-stallion/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/01/15/the-trip-of-a-lifetime-3-ranch-stallion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="tripofalifetime2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Trip of a Lifetime 2: Stallions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three: Ranch Stallion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the morning Katya woke me just after dawn and immediately led me to the far end of the barn and said, &amp;ldquo;OK Rocky, are you going to be a good boy and behave while I wash you? It will be easier for all of us as time goes on?&amp;rdquo; I snorted and nodded my head. &amp;ldquo;Good boy, let’s get started. Bend right over and stay there!&amp;rdquo; No sooner was I bent over than I felt her remove the butt plug with my tail and inserted a hose pipe which filled my bowels. She placed a large tin bin behind me and removed the hose, and a stream of liquid crap poured into the bin. &amp;ldquo;Once more for luck,&amp;rdquo; she said and repeated the exercise.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Trip of a Lifetime</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-trip-of-a-lifetime/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-trip-of-a-lifetime/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It didn’t set out to be that – I thought I was getting away from a bad situation to have a few adventures and then re-start my life when I had got the wanderlust out of my system. Let me introduce myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here I am, Tom Jenkins, 27, 6’2&amp;quot; tall, pretty fit, blonde hair, been through University and, until a couple of months ago, had a good job in International Banking and making good money. But times are tough and eight weeks ago I was called in by my boss and told that I, and 50 others, were being paid off, and we were to clear our desks and leave the building immediately – usual practice in banks for security reasons, but still pretty brutal.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Trip of a Lifetime 2: Stallions</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-trip-of-a-lifetime-2-stallions/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-trip-of-a-lifetime-2-stallions/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="tripofalifetime.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Trip of a Lifetime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two: Stallions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maria led me by a chain through my nose ring, and took me back to the barn. She made me stand in the middle of the room, lowered the chains, clipped my wrists into the clamps and drew my arms up high in the air so I could barely move. Then she brought a basin of warm water over and carefully washed my cock, talking to me all the time. &amp;ldquo;Don’t want this lovely weapon of yours getting any germs, do we Rocky? You did well out there, boy, I could see that Daisy enjoyed herself too – she’ll fetch a good price at auction when we come to sell her.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>