<?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>Shyguy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/shyguy/</link><description>Recent content in Shyguy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/shyguy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/31/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/31/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch12"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="maid-doll-delivery--puppy-love"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maid-doll Delivery + Puppy Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mittens purred happily, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Master Dominic, locked in her place at the top of the stairs by the vibroshock that threatened to zap her pussy if she crawled away from her spot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She held her head cocked to the side in curiosity as she watched her person, Barbie, and her two toys prepare to receive Dominic. Barbie and Nicole had covered up Mimi&amp;rsquo;s mouth, her eyes, her hair, and even her latex-sheathed orifices, making the doll look more like a dehumanized object than ever. She&amp;rsquo;d even used a rubber gag that cancelled out the doll&amp;rsquo;s voice the way Mittens&amp;rsquo; mouthplug did, but they hadn&amp;rsquo;t given Mimi a voicebox to translate her sounds into a synthetic voice like Mittens&amp;rsquo; mewls and purrs; the maid-doll had simply fallen nearly silent, the barest murmur all that she could produce.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/23/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/23/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch11"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="nicoles-dollified-day-off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole’s Dollified Day Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mimi groaned as she shuffled around the Dollhouse floor, trying to keep her mumbled complaints to herself as she dutifully bent over and picked up all the yarn that Mittens had strewn about the place. It seemed like it would never end, and her legs and glutes were straining from constantly shuffling around, bending, and squatting in the black high heels with the bells that were still padlocked at her ankles onto her aching feet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/16/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/16/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="dollhouse-romp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dollhouse Romp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe what she was hearing. She&amp;rsquo;d somehow managed to fall half-asleep in her cage, even while the vibroshock buzzed and jolted her unpredictably. It seemed like she must have been in and out of the strange half-dream she&amp;rsquo;d been having for most of the day, but Barbie was claiming it wasn&amp;rsquo;t even noon yet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Behind Mittens&amp;rsquo; cartoonish feline mask, Lisa&amp;rsquo;s face would have looked flabbergasted, mortified, and practically panicked. She looked up and found the face of the strange rubber woman in a maid&amp;rsquo;s outfit, who Lisa assumed must be Samantha, but whom Barbie had apparently renamed Mimi, with her pinprick viewholes. Mimi was looking back down at her, her lifeless blue doll eyes staring into Mittens&amp;rsquo; anime-style eyes&amp;rsquo; vertical-slit pupils.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="suited-up-a-feline-feminist-freakpet"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suited Up: a Feline Feminist FreakPet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa woke up with Abby snuggled up beside her, when Carol entered the room early the next morning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I see someone took my advice and got some action in before those g-balls wore off,&amp;rdquo; teased Carol, and Lisa felt her face flush. She smiled sheepishly, half embarrassed and half proud to have had what amounted to fully orgasmic oral sex with Abby the night before. She&amp;rsquo;d had to take a lot of ribbing about her resistance to submission, and Abby had made her &amp;lsquo;meow&amp;rsquo; and call herself a catgirl, but she&amp;rsquo;d gotten laid in the end.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/07/26/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/26/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="unorthodox-orgasms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unorthodox Orgasms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Samantha&amp;rsquo;s work was steady for the next few hours, and as the dinner rush hit she found herself in a state of flow, still chasing the relief of an orgasm, but in a zen state of awareness that her focus needed to remain on her current task. The only way forward was charming, winsome obedience, and she found herself actually enjoying the positive attention she got from some of the men. In her normal life, men were never this direct, and neither was she, everyone was too guarded and polite. But she felt a strange sense of validation in the constant displays of femininity and sexuality she used to endear herself to her tables.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/07/20/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/20/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch7"&gt;Ch.7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="the-hot-cold-game"&gt;The Hot-Cold Game&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Samantha woke to the clattering and suction noise of the pneumatic tube. With a ding, a new container arrived and the door opened automatically to reveal four fresh skinsuits, collars, padlocks, leashes, four white dresses, and four white gel-balls with white permaseals to match. The standard HaremCo uniform, she thought.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The other slavegirls rose shakily out of bed, rubbing their eyes, and Jessica groaned into the mouthplug beneath her glued lips. She was still chained to the bed and encased in vacuum-sealed black latex. Abby woke quickly and darted to her own bed. That was smart, they might not want women sleeping together.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/07/13/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/13/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="first-day-of-training-pt2-rented-out"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day of Training pt.2: Rented Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;And how shall we prepare these lovely women for you, Mr. Anderson?&amp;rdquo; called out Dominic, his voice loud and clear, like the voice of an announcer at a sporting event. He had the crowd enthralled.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You don&amp;rsquo;t happen to have those dollsuits you sell at the Dollhouse available at the club by any chance, do you?&amp;rdquo; asked Clay with a wicked grin on his face.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/07/06/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/06/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="first-day-of-training-pt1-signed-over"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day of Training pt.1: Signed Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the morning light streamed through the windows of the bedroom, Samantha woke to the sound of birds chirping and the gentle hum of the city below. She was still in her metal kennel at the foot of the bed, her body aching and sore. She sat up slowly, her joints stiff and sore from being cramped up all night.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She looked up to see Dominic sitting on the edge of the bed, a smug grin on his face. He looked down at her with amusement, &amp;ldquo;Good morning, pet. I hope you slept well. We&amp;rsquo;ve got a long day ahead of us, and you need your rest. You&amp;rsquo;ll need to learn your place in this world quickly, now that you&amp;rsquo;re receiving my training, and the best way for you to learn is by experience. Today we&amp;rsquo;ll go to HaremCo&amp;rsquo;s training center and start the orientation program.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/07/01/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/01/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-1---carols-camshow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 - Carol’s Camshow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Samantha finally arrived home in Malibu and dumped her massive shopping bags out onto her bed. She was dog tired, but also elated. Her mind swam with dizzying possibilities as she looked at all the gear. &amp;ldquo;Oh shit,&amp;rdquo; she said to herself, &amp;ldquo;I haven&amp;rsquo;t checked Twitter all day. I bet my socials are going crazy after that book signing at the library.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Samantha picked up her phone, which she hadn&amp;rsquo;t checked all day. Her mouth dropped. There were thousands of mentions, hundreds of likes. People were using her tape gagged picture for everything from a meme mocking feminists to a sexy avatar for some men&amp;rsquo;s rights activists. The original photo had over 10,000 likes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/06/08/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/08/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch3-the-shop-the-dungeon-and-the-dollhouse"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.3 The Shop, the Dungeon, and the Dollhouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you, Mistress Lisa,&amp;rdquo; said Samantha with a blush and a hint of embarrassment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something about being back in her own clothes, with her hair and makeup flawlessly reapplied by Carol, made her instinctively start putting on appearances again. A sense of guilt came back to her, as she came back to herself. Guilt at having been so out of control, so sexually desperate, and so subservient…in what could be called public, no less.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/05/31/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/31/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch2-a-trip-to-the-salon"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.2 A Trip to the Salon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Samantha&amp;rsquo;s trip to HaremCo Hollywood was both enlightening and disturbing. The place was like a palace, with gleaming white walls and shiny marble floors. It was clear that HaremCo was a big, well-funded organization. And yet, there was something strange about the place, too. It was a bit too quiet, too orderly, and there was a feeling of being watched at all times.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few women roamed the halls, and something seemed strange about them to Samantha. First of all they were barefoot, and most wore collars. Their skin and their makeup seemed flawless, but somehow uncanny. They wore collars with little pendants on the front, which was odd, but that wasn&amp;rsquo;t quite what Samantha found so unsettling. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t put her finger on it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/05/22/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/22/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch1-it-starts-with-a-slutty-selfie"&gt;Ch.1 It Starts With a Slutty Selfie&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For the last decade and a half, Samantha Steele had been a star in the conservative media scene. A staunch advocate for traditional values and a fierce critic of the liberal establishment, her no-nonsense approach and fiery personality had won her a legion of loyal followers. She was a regular fixture on cable news shows, a popular guest on talk radio, and a sought-after speaker at conservative rallies and conferences.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>