<?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>Sammy4187 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/sammy4187/</link><description>Recent content in Sammy4187 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/sammy4187/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Room Under the Stairs</title><link>/stories/2010/03/05/the-room-under-the-stairs/</link><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/05/the-room-under-the-stairs/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was two weeks after the funeral when I returned to my Aunt’s house. Her sudden death hit me hard and this was the first chance to return to the house I considered home. My Aunt Sara had taken me in after my mother died. I had just finished high school and I moved in with her as she was my only living relative. The house is a two story Victorian in the country and I always love my time there, it was in great shape because of all the work my Aunt had put into it. The air was still and stuffy, it seemed sad and lonely. Aunt Sara must have had a second sense because she had recently gotten all her legal matters in order. I walked thru the house remembering all the good times I had with Aunt Sara, I considered more of a big sister rather that my guardian.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Nothing Can Go Wrong</title><link>/stories/2009/01/14/nothing-can-go-wrong/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/14/nothing-can-go-wrong/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sara had just finished reading a report on the new model of robot her company was just about to market. She had been testing the new home helper robot at her place for the last several weeks and everything had gone better than expected in her tests and the testing in the laboratory.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sara had built her company up to the largest and most respected robotics company in the world. When she introduced household robots into the home, the company tripled in size with the new market.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Nothing Can Go Wrong</title><link>/stories/2009/01/14/nothing-can-go-wrong/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/14/nothing-can-go-wrong/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(also appears Machine Stories)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sara had just finished reading a report on the new model of robot her company was just about to market. She had been testing the new home helper robot at her place for the last several weeks and everything had gone better than expected in her tests and the testing in the laboratory.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sara had built her company up to the largest and most respected robotics company in the world. When she introduced household robots into the home, the company tripled in size with the new market.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Listing</title><link>/stories/2008/12/20/the-listing/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/12/20/the-listing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was returning from an early closing on a piece of property that had come in and had turned it around quickly which meant the profit was going to be very nice. I own and operate my own real estate company - Rose Reality. It’s small but it’s doing very well, I believe it’s due to the fact I can give each client that personal feel when we deal with them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Memories of a Small Town</title><link>/stories/2008/12/08/memories-of-a-small-town/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/12/08/memories-of-a-small-town/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I am the original author of this story and you may use it as long as you do not charge it and give me credit for it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(OPENING SCENE) Very tight shot of a woman&amp;rsquo;s hands typing at a computer keyboard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(Next shot) Camera pulling back. Woman sitting at a computer. The room is dark except for a light on the table where the computer is . The light is directed onto the keyboard.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Key Club</title><link>/stories/2008/11/30/the-key-club/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/11/30/the-key-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Here is one of those &amp;ldquo;BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR &amp;quot; stories.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My wife and I have been married for some time now and I have been interested in bondage since I was in high school. I introduced bondage to her before we were married. She’s pretty good but she has never really gotten into as much as I would like. I enjoy being on the receiving end on occasion but she just can’t bring it off when she is doing the tying. After all these years, she still does not really take control.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Walk in the Rain</title><link>/stories/2008/09/28/a-walk-in-the-rain/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/09/28/a-walk-in-the-rain/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I am the author of this story; you may share this story, just give me credit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Samantha and I’m in my early 30’s, and have long straight blond hair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m single, I’m attractive, slim, a little on the tall side, and I love self-bondage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am well to do and I am widely known in the broadcast business.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, on with my story.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had the next three days off and was returning from an errand to the hardware store when I decided to take the long way home just for the fun of it. The weather was great and I was enjoying the ride home. As I drove along I noticed a Salvation Army store was open.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Susan’s Game</title><link>/stories/2004/11/22/susans-game/</link><pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/22/susans-game/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan’s Game&lt;/strong&gt;
by Sammy4187
Susan’s Game by Sammy4187
I am the original author of this story. Visit my dear friend Sara at
boundandgagged.net. Also visit her yahoo club, I might bump into you there&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Kim and I am 35 years old and live near Lansdale Pennsylvania.
I guess you could say that I am a weekend love slave to the most wonderful
woman in the world. Her name is Susan. She is 33 years old and petite in
build, with long brown hair. The reason I mention her size is that the
idea of a smaller woman dominating me, adds to my humiliation and enjoyment.
I would like to tell you about an adventure she put me through. It was
the most exciting adventure in my life and I enjoyed every minute of it!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>